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Post by Redemption on Apr 19, 2007 13:50:05 GMT -5
Re walked through the village quietly, occasionally receiving a greeting of some kind from a shopkeeper or farmer. She had been in the village before, and from the looks of it, they remembered. She had left BattoJin not long ago to go see what had become of the few villages she had helped out over the years. Odd, though, to see a demon helping humans.
Actually, she had meant to bypass the humans. Helping them was a simple happenstance. She didn't like killing them senselessly, but she didn't like helping them much either. However, after you've made a human friend, it's easy to get them to do something, especially when you're a demon. I mean, come on! They still fear you.
"Re!" A little boy came running up to her with a wooden sword in his hands. The kid was about nine years old, but already he was a very good craftsman. His father made sword and other weapons for this village, and the wooden ones for practice for given to the kid for decorating, which he did well. "Look at this one!"
She bent down and took the "stick." The carving was beautiful and intricate, not something you'd expect a child to do. Truthfully, Re believed he could have been the child of a demon, but he wasn't, so enough of that. "It's beautiful as always, Katsuya. Soon, you'll be doing this to real swords. Maybe I'll even let you do mine one day." Once she got enough power to contain the spirit in it.
She hoped BattoJin wouldn't mind her being in the village for a little while. . . . Then again, she barely knew him, so she therefore didn't even have an idea of what he might do.
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Post by Hisoka on Apr 22, 2007 2:10:30 GMT -5
Hisoka's eyes scanned across the village, perched comfortably on the western-style saddle of his horse with a fan clasped diffidently over the curve of his mouth. He very well couldn't ignore the trail of a particularly potent power signature stretched across his path; and why should he, when he had hardly ever met a demon to equal the level of an insignificant aradama? Thoroughly intrigued, Hisoka had set out this morning with the intention of finding whoever it was that owned the signature, and with each pace of his horse bringing him closer and closer to the source, there seemed to be no end to the titillation causing light fluttery feelings of apprehension accumulating in his stomach.
He pulled his horse to a halt, assessing the woman knelt in front of a young boy from his place standing atop an elevated knoll. Surely, she couldn’t be… could she…? Daring to chance only a step closer, Hisoka felt the faint outline of a smile ghost onto his face, flexing a little power so the atmosphere dropped in temperature just enough to be perceptible.
How… how interesting…
By now, he was rather certain this demon wasn't the BattoJin, but there was enough power concentrated in her form to label her as nearly an equal -- he wondered if they'd even met before. It was possible, wasn't it?
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Post by BattoJin on Apr 22, 2007 13:50:46 GMT -5
In the land surrounding the village many demons ran about attacking what ever they found. One such demon was a massive ogar. It wielded a large club and with a single swing it knocked down trees. Before long it came to a clearing where it found a demon of great power.
BattoJin stood in a dignified manor. As the large ogar entered his view he looked up so that the light of the sun illuminated his face. This revealed a devilish smile that showed his fangs, and his crimson eyes, which sparkled with murderous intent. BattoJin could feel Re's aura not far off and, unfortunately for the ogar, he was in BattoJin's way.
As the ogar charged forward to attack the demon lord it swung its club wildly. BattoJin easily dodged the beast's every attack, and then, for a brief instant, BattoJin's demonic power filled the air. BattoJin appeared behind the ogar seconds before its massive body shattered and fell to the cold earth.
The release of BattoJin's power, though only for a second, would send shock waves throughout the area. Every demon, priestess, and monk would suddenly know exactly where he was.
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Post by Redemption on Apr 22, 2007 18:40:22 GMT -5
Re almost flinched at the sense of BattoJin nearby. That wasn't a good thing. She stood and hurried the boy along, placing her hand on her sword to steady its restlessness.
With slow but steady strides, she made her way over to a nearby well, removing the band that held her hair up. It fell in fiery cascades down her back, reaching to the back of her knees. A few little girls came over and start to play with her hair, some braiding bits of it and then combing through it, leaving it in a tangle of waves.
Her eyes rapidly darting toward the direction of the newcomer not too far away. It was a warning, but at the same time, it was a small welcome, if he dared to step foot in the village.
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Post by BattoJin on May 2, 2007 21:10:08 GMT -5
From the surrounding forest hundreds of demons began to flood into BattoJin's site. He smiled as his claws began to glow with a strange black light that looked more like the light of the sun itself was running in fear of him. BattoJin disappeared and reappeared in the same position all at once. The demons around him all began to fall to pieces, but there wasn't a drop of blood. In the middle of the seen BattoJin stood licking his lips with a satisfied look on his face. This meal would keep him full for a while.
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Post by Hisoka on May 8, 2007 17:54:59 GMT -5
Hisoka blinked, taking in the elder demon's impulse and trying to hold fast to the reins as his horse started and threatened to bolt out of his control. Calming it with a slight pat, Hisoka dismounted and made his way just a tad closer, wary of BattoJin and the undeniably thick smell of blood.
Acclimating, Hisoka dared take a few steps further toward Re, and then just a few more until he was within earshot.
"I hadn't expected demons in this area," he said quietly, regarding her with practiced ease. "How do you come?"
The question had been asked out of necessity: Hisoka still wasn't sure of most demon alignments past his own territory. Even still, that didn't make asking it any less hard, as he never really liked confronting anyone up close. Ah well -- she didn't seem possessed or bloodthirsty (Yet, he thought, a small frown ghosting its way onto his face. Appearances... can change.)
But keeping his calm, Hisoka maintained the eye contact and awaited the response, still semi-focusing on the aura of the other in the distance.
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Post by Redemption on May 10, 2007 15:05:56 GMT -5
Re looked at the fellow with an impassive gaze, studying him. He didn't look like any common man, and the scent was that of a demon. Was he afraid she would try to fight him? He could have walked up and commanded it of her, but that would just prove arrogance and pride, both of which he didn't seem to overly have.
"I come as a guest among these people, and you?" she replied, motioning for the children to leave, though they did not fully understand. They never looked to where the newcomer was and hadn't paid any notice to his inquirement of Re. Good they didn't. No human in this village was fond of demons when they knew nothing about their likeness. Did they come conquering? Or in peace? Few knew the answer until the demon was upon them.
She moved toward him at a slow pace, graceful, yet showing she was obviously not expecting an attack. Stopping a few feet away, she stared him in the eyes, no intimidation meant, but it was a way to "talk" to another, through one's eyes.
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Post by BattoJin on May 10, 2007 16:02:05 GMT -5
As the last demon fell BattoJin walked toward the direction where he could feel Re's presence. In less than five minutes he would be at the village's gates. He wasn't in the mood for a fight, but if anything got in his way he would show no mercy.
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