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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jan 8, 2020 15:56:38 GMT -4
The hum surrounded her... it was like a gentle drone, soft, quiet, but there, always there. It was such a lovely sound, it was comforting. It was like a heartbeat... that wasn't a heart, or beat... but it was like that for her anyway. That wasn't the only sound that made her happy, though; theh way the raindrops hitting the pavement was pretty good... there was trickling, too... the rain pouring down the curb past her shoes into a drain... it was like a pretty little river running over the tan concrete. Even the cars driving past sounded nice' that quiet, long sound of the tires running over the pavement, coming then going... and even hitting a puddle now and then for some extra wetness.
The red light, a big neon sign saying 'OPEN' right behind her, glistened in the thin layer of water in the ground, just as it bathed her back. The light was even more comforting than the hum... it was so much like her quirk, the prettiest red that she could imagine, surrounding and hugging her in a way regular light couldn't. It shone in the puddles on the ground, reflecting with the rest of the city, the lights in the windows, the streetlights, the car headlights,a ll reflecting in different ways to make one puddle look really, really alive.
The smells of the city was comforting, too. The rain was the best smell, cool and clear in the cold weather, cleaning the exhaust smell. Not entirely, but it helped. The smell of stir fry was in the air, too... it almost made her hungry, but she didn't feel like moving yet. It smelled amazing, though... she could smell meat, nice and fresh, mixing in with vegetables... she could even smell some sort of dessert she couldn't identify.
The world was just... great~.
Luzia sat on the edge of the curb in a roundabout, dilated eyes staring at a puddle. It was cold, wet, and rainy, but she didn't mind... even if she wasn't distracted by the pool of water in front of her, she was keeping warm and relatively dry with a jacket, which was just about all she needed. She was in more casual clothes - she had to ditch her other clothes - but she was still enjoying herself, a medically induced happiness filling her with warmth and happiness as she looked around, most of her attention on the pretty puddle, but looking up into the air just to watch the rain come down.
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Post by Yumi on Jan 8, 2020 16:16:44 GMT -4
While lost in her own world, Luzia had become the world of someone else. And unlike with her love Niso it was in no way a good thing this time. An initiative under the ranks of the subtly rising criminal, Muramasa, the scrawny looking fellow was hardly the type to be considered either strong, or rageful in any sense. His body was clearly scrawny and skinny under the thick coat he wore through the rain, which itself weighed down upon his body as it was drenched from top to bottom, his raggedy jeans thankfully saved some of the rain but suffice to say he didn’t want to be here…
But he needed to be.
That head of pink hair, even when hidden by a hood now and then, was never hard to miss. Always easy to pick out of a crowd even in this age of quirkers. The raggedy initiate had been following her for quite some time, but even as he watched her just… sitting on the curb, high as a kite, he couldn’t push himself to make the move. He wanted to tell himself it was safest to move now while she was already drugged up on her own supply, but that left him with the paranoid itch that she’d be even more unpredictable…
He’d seen the pictures….
The severed skull… the splattered grey matter…. And they said that guy could heal.
A shudder ran down through him but he swallowed down. She was something to be feared but also what he didn’t wanna be. Some… homless creature, just deformed, physically and mentally by a life on the streats… okay maybe not physically. She was… kinda pretty but-
Point stands. He needed to do this. He needed to get himself in the group and this… however dangerous, was his task.
Stepping out from his hidey hole, the red neon of the ‘OPEN’ sign beside him cascading over his figure as he lingered over Luzia for a moment, her dazed state likely not even catching him all that well until they naturally fell upon him, trying his best to remain confident and let out a sly smile, but the nerves clearly wracking his system… or rather, it was clear to anyone who wasn’t high at the very least.
“H-hey… there. C-cute stuff…” He swallowed back and tried even harder to cool his thoughts. “You look like you’re having a good time there… Any left to share?~”
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jan 15, 2020 20:34:25 GMT -4
Cool, quiet, not thinking. Happy. Happy was good. When everything else failed, not-thinking was the best happiness, the one she knew the most; she could just stare at this pretty, pretty city, with its black sky and all its beautiful neon lights, where nothing was wrong ever. Nothing was wrong... ever.
This city was so pretty when it rained.
She held her hand up, the soft, chemically-aided smile on her face not changing as she stared at her palm, watching the drops hit her palm... drop, drop, drop, every one, even starting to pool in her hand. The rain was so very cold, but it felt good... like a cool, wet blanket... she was so hot anyway, so she liked cold air like this anyway.
“H-hey… there. C-cute stuff…”
Luzia's red eyes slowly blinked, her eyes widening slightly to something normal, like she was finally being brought back to reality, looking over her shoulder, but it was... delayed. Like she was moving in slow motion. She blinked again, looking up at a guy... he was tall... wait, was he? Or was it just because she was sitting down? Wait, she was sitting? Since when? Oh, but the guy... he was cute... he had really pretty orange hair... there was so much gray around that his orange hair almost glowed, even against the big red sign behind him. What did he want?
Wait, did he call her cute?
A faint pink touched her cheeks, but her smile, wiped away by surprise, came back, him calling her cute almost fading completely from her memory - things were so slippery when she was like this, but she liked it - yet hanging on just a little bit as he asked for some. "Oh... ah... sure...~." Her voice was as slow as her movements as she reached into her bag. It almost took half a minute; her artificial bliss was so deep that her fingers curled at almost the slightest pressure, making it so, so hard for her to pat around, but eventually, she pulled out a pill bottle, blinking at the loud clatter inside.
"Oh..." she frowned, "there's not a whole lot left anymore..." She rattled it a little, tilting her head. It was definitely almost empty, but the frown on her face flowed away just as easily as before, just like water down the storm drain next to her, too relaxed to really grin, but her smile still a little bigger than normal as she leaned backwards awkwardly, holding the pill bottle out to the guy. "This should be enough. I can get more later...~." Her voice was just as low energy as you'd expect, yet sort of chipper from her happiness, and there wasn't a trace of malice in it or her smile as she held the bottle out to him.
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Post by Yumi on Jan 17, 2020 13:04:02 GMT -4
God this was a nightmare in all the worst ways. He was practically presenting himself to a girl who could crack through like, 5 guys worth of his skull and keep going till she as sure he was dead and he was meant to act all calm and cool about it. This big brown guy was meant to be all about flowing with your emotions. Well mate. His emotions were telling him to fucking run. If he didn’t know what she was capable of… if he didn’t have to do what he was gonna do to her than he might have been honest. He did think she had a bit of a… cute charm to her… but somehow the ditzy look in her eyes made her all the more terrifying. How could that person… and this person… be one in the same…?
As she rooted about in her bag he at least seemed to have caught her at a good time, easing down to sit on the curb beside her. Nights of his own on the streets meant a wet bottom was hardly something he’d complain much about, and with a few deep, calming breaths he’d watch as just the slightest remnants of her stash was presented to him. Yeesh she actually was pretty generous… lot of people would have held onto the last of their stash with their life.
That or she was just THAT fucking high she didn’t care. Ooph. He really hoped she didn’t remember him if she regretted it later… heck he hoped she didn’t remember him even if his own plan worked out. He didn’t trust that big guy not to make him a guinea pig for her rage.
“Er… ya know what I think that’ll be more than enough…” He took the pill bottle from her… he should just hold onto it, keep a clear head but-
Bam. Down the hatch. Before he could even try and justify it to himself the pills were sliding down his throat. They wouldn’t hit right away but the fact they were GOING to hit oddly put him at ease. He calmed his breath, and from inside his jacket as he sat beside her… he pulled out a small metal case, silvery and reflective, and with a red velvet inner lining as he popped it open. A slim syringe of an orangey liquid presented to Luzia. “For bein’ so generous… fancy a hit of the hard stuff?”
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Mar 20, 2020 11:28:02 GMT -4
She kept smiling, weakly, but warmly, as this guy, this nice, cute guy, until he took the bottle, making her smile a little more. She looked forward, staring at a light again, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she did. It was such a pretty night, but now it was even prettier... company always made everything better, no matter what... being alone was the worst part of anything. Getting high helped, but even when high, having company was preferable to being alone, always. Her smile grew even bigger, comfort welling up inside of her, even on the curb of some random street.
She didn't turn as he pulled out the metal box, distracted by a surprisingly shiny car rolling past, but she blinked at the box when it was held in front of her. It was a pretty box... it was made of metal, and even more shiny than the car... she could see herself in it! The inside was even fancier, some sort of felt or something... it looked really soft. There was also a little needle with a really, really bright liquid inside, orange and glowing. She couldn't help but gasp at the sudden color, smiling wider before looking at him. "Huh...? Well..." She hummed softly, not quite sure... she was already pretty high, and she didn't know what that was... eh~. Getting high was never a bad thing~.
"Sure," she said, reaching out for it, almost taking it, but she stopped, looking at him suspiciously, her eyes narrowed. "Wait, this isn't that MARINE stuff, is it?"
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Post by Yumi on Mar 23, 2020 11:03:37 GMT -4
"Sure," she said, reaching out for it, almost taking it, but she stopped, looking at him suspiciously, her eyes narrowed. "Wait, this isn't that MARINE stuff, is it?"
As he she paused from taking the syringe, the boy worried that he’d lost his easy in here, and even with her being high she didn’t trust his chances to slam this needle into their arm before she managed to kill him in some way. She was a famous murderer afterall… but thankfully her worry was just something that made him chuckle without thought, shaking his head almost in disbelief at the question.
“No no. I mean shit even if that stuff wasn’t impossible to get your hands on I’m not suicidal.” He teased a little, lifting the syringe from the container and placing it to the side, holding out the syringe in both hands as if he was presenting it like a blade to a knight, or some royal gift to a princess, trying to put on the best thing he could akin to a ‘charming smile’ as he offered it across. “Come on… you definitely look like someone who’s willing to live a little right?~” He smirked a little wider, feeling this was the home stretch.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Mar 29, 2020 14:52:28 GMT -4
Oh, right, that stuff was new and dangerous and it definitely wasn't gonna be on the streets. Huh, she forgot that. Well, that was a load off her mind, too; that shit was jacked, it wasn't gonna give her any sort of fun at all. If she wasn't high as she was, she might have flashed back to the one demonstration of MARINE she had saw, but she didn't, thankfully. Hey, she just had to ask; she forgot it wasn't on the streets, that was all.
Her glare faded, but turned into a slight blush when he took the needle and held it out to her in both hands, blinking in surprise. He smiled so sweetly, holding it out to her like soem sort of... something that made her feel like a princess! His words made her smirk, though, almost playfully insulted that she, of all people, didn't know how to party. Smirking playfully, holding her nose up like a princess, she took the needle. "Sweet boy, I know how to party, it's not the first time~."
With almost expert skill, she took the needle, poking it into her arm and injecting it, even using a strap of her backpack as a tourniquet, holding it there with her teeth and squeezing her fingers as she pushed the plunger down, pulling out when all of the practically glowing orange - well to her - went into her arm, loosening her strap and shivering as she felt it pump into her, looking at him dreamily, not just because of the drug that was definitely going to hit her in a few seconds, but because of how cute and sweet this boy was.
"So, what's this stuff do anyway~?"
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Post by Yumi on Apr 5, 2020 6:42:53 GMT -4
"Heh... well I'm glad for that I'll tell you that much." He teased back, trying to imply he was just good to have found a girl who can party, when really he was just glad he didn't have to be the one injecting her, letting her take the syringe and letting out a slow breath as he eased up. He'd watch with almost baited breath as the solution oozed from the syringe into her skin and flowed through her veins beyond his sight. As far as he could tell she'd done it right... pretty expertly really, especially given the fact she was already drugged up. If it weren't for the fact this was all a job for him he might have actually been impressed. "Oh you'll see soon enough... Careful though..." He reach over, gently brushing a hand along the hair at the side of her head, letting out another nervous breath... and then Luzia began to fall, catching her shoulders as her eyes grew heavy and her limbs grew limp at her sides. "Got a bit of a kick..."
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Time had passed. How much time? It was incredibly difficult for Luzia to say, but the slightly damp pavement she'd been sitting upon out in the street had been replaced by rough, dry dirt, clinging to her outfit and some exposed points of her skin as she started to stir from her sleep. As her eyes would likely drift about her surroundings, iron bars, old and rustic with bolts at every crossing of metal to ensure it held rigid, like the iron gates of an old english castle. As the fog on her mind began to lift and her vision slowly became clear, a booming voice, aimed away from her, would present itself. "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! The ever Furious, the ever enraged Muramasa!" It called out, a figure outside her cage gesturing to a rising thrown at the other end of the large room. "We present to you, for tonight's entertainment! For her test of worth! The painter! The slayer of immortals! The Neon Fury!" As Luzia's vision cleared she might, from her angle in the cage, see that the announcer of sorts, a feathered man with a long, swirling neck that made his extravegant gestures all the more pronounced, was gesturing towards a bulky man of deep brown skin. Not african american, but as though his skin seemed to be carved from the most rugged of stone, his red eyes peering through shadows as his cheek rested upon his fist, hefty fingers drumming against the arm of his chair. The announcer's gaze turned, and a dramatic gasp soon followed as he gestured to Luzia herself. "Look as she awakens! Master Muramasa!" He swirled back to the man upon the throne. "Do you wish to see what her fury can unleash?" There was a moment of silence. Luzia may only just realize that the background noise was not the ringing of her head but a mumuring crowd, it's absence suddenly deafening in it's own right. A flippant gesture came from the bulking behemoth on his stone throne, and with a snap of the announcer's fingers, Luzia's cage sprung open, the feathered man flapping his arms and rising out of the arena, a mock remake of a coliseum on a much smaller scale, an audience shrouded in mild shadow now surrounding her as she found herself in her new environment. |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Apr 5, 2020 9:23:51 GMT -4
Luzia could already feel the warmth spreading in her veins, and she broke out into a bigger smile at what was probably the best feeling that she could ever think of, how it was warm, but it didn't make her hot and sweaty. She almost grunted when it hit, and she blinked in surprise. Her limbs went weak and numb, and she whirled her head to him - she was supposed to do it quickly, but it was already making her whole body weak and it, in fact, took almost three seconds just for her to turn her head.
For a second, fear and realization. This guy just tricked her into knocking herselfl out, and even her instinctual reaction was for her to be uncomfortable with that. Another split second of contemplation, though, and she smiled even as her face went weak; she just grinned. She was being roofied, and that was, to her, only confirmed when he went out of his way to move her hair out of her face. She was being roofied, which meant that she was gonna have fun tonight... hell, she didn't even care she wasn't gonna be conscious for most of it; this guy liked her enough to wanna be with her!
She giggled weakly, even as her limbs went limp and she felt. Blackness was surrounding her, but all she was was happy and flattered. Even as the blackness started to consume her, she muttered weakly. "Be as rough as you like...~." She bit her lip, attempting to flutter her eyelashes teasingly, but only managing to close her eyes and losing the rest of her consciousness.
She flinched softly, and groaned as consciousness started to come back to her. All she could hear was a vague ringing in her ears, and her sight was still black, slowly turning into something she could recognize as she blinked slowly. Was this... dirt? Did he really just dump her in some dirt? She thought he was gentle and sweet, but damn, she was impressed.... She flexed her fingers as she started to get feeling back, digging her fingernails into the dirt, trying to push herself up, but aoll she managed was to squirm a little, not even noticing that it dirtied her outfit even more.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!"
Her hearing was finally clearing, and she blinked, freezing when she heard a voice... it was so hard to think, but suddenly, she wanted the fog to go, started actively fighting against it. That didn't sound right at all... the words were weird, but the sound... was... what was that...? Was that a microphone? It was hard, but she managed to push herself up to her hands and knees, immediately falling back down from the weakness still coursing through her, blinking at the sight of metal bars right in front of her face. What the hell... was she in a cage? The voice was still hard for her to process, but she looked over her shoulder as it continued, looking at a weird bird-headed guy.
"We present to you, for tonight's entertainment! For her test of worth! The painter! The slayer of immortals! The Neon Fury!"
Slayer of immortals...? What the hell was he talking about? The Neon Fury...? That sounded.... sort of cool, actually. She tried to push herself up again, and with her actively fighting the fogginess now, she managed to get on her knees, and that's when she went wide-eyed, suddenly realizing; they had called her the Painter! She gasped, grabbing at her face, and winced. She didn't have a mask... she wasn't even wearing the outfit that she liked... Kyoko-chan would be angry with her... getting kidnapped and not even having a mask.... how did they even know she was the Painter anyway?! Not good, not good.... Luzia blinked again, tilting her head, looking around... that wasn't ringing in her ears, that was a whole crowd...! What the fuck was going on?
"Do you wish to see what her fury can unleash?"
She looked over her shoulder, forcing herself up to her feet, steadying herself for a moment before turning completely to face the bird-announcer, looking past him to a... holy shit, a fucking RIPPED guy... he looked like he was literally carved out of stone... and boy he seemed pissed, too. What did she ever do to him? Wait, DID she do something to him? She had to if he wanted to kidnap her, but what?
She jolted back, letting go of the cage door she wasn't even aware she was holding, reaching out for the bird announcer as he flew away. "Hey, wait-!" He was already gone, before she could even grab a tuft of his clothes, and she grimaced, walking out nervously and carefully, looking around. "What the hell is even going on...?" She muttered under her breath, her eyes rolling over the crowd, slowly gravitating towards the angry stone guy. Was he the one in charge...?
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Post by Yumi on Apr 5, 2020 9:58:24 GMT -4
The Red eyes peering down on her from the shadows of the coliseum’s edge narrowed faintly, even in the darkness it was clear that whatever this man was expecting of her was not being met in the current moment. Muramasa was a man who did much for himself, but the few times he relied on others… he would expect results. This was one of those times. Information gathering. Rumors. All put together to form… this. This shrimp in both color and stature. A girl who looked like she’d happily curl up into a ball and let this all pass her by.
“Luzia Gottschalk.” He spoke. His words seemed calm but his voice echoed louder than the announcers, as if his normal speech was enough to impose over everyone around him. His fingers drummed against the arm of his ‘throne’, and while quiet, Luzia could still hear it, trickling against her ears, as though the drum taps of his fingertips were against her very skull.
Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun. Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun.
“A murderer with little reason. A ball of psychotic rage fuelled by drugs, alcohol, and whatever else you can find to numb your mind to what you truly feel.” He spoke with confidence, feeling his words to be true. He leaned back deeper into his chair, his form sinking deeper into the shadow, fingertips pressed together as he peered above them. “I wish to observe you. Undiluted…”
He gave a flippant gesture to his side. A figure from the audience, seemingly of little importance given his distance from the man’s side, raised a hand up for but a moment, before letting it fall. As if to only further Luzia’s confusion and displacement, the world around her was altered with a sharp clash of what seemed to be stone on stone. She didn’t see anything fall, but suddenly her world was dark yet… not. She could see herself as if in bright like but everything around her was pitch black. No walls, no floor, no ceiling. She could take her steps, there was something to stand on, but the sensation of dirt under her shoes was gone.
It was just… a void.
Luzia didn’t know this but she brought it on herself. Her mind weak, disorientated… this was far too easy. The crowd watched as nothing changed from their perspective, until shadowy whisps slowly formed in Luzia’s blind spots.
A firm shove to her back. If she whirled about there’d be nothing. Again. Another shove, a little softer. Again. Again. Again. It was like standing in a bustling crowd getting busier and busier. The agent of Muramasa who had done this to her watched eagerly… he was testing the waters of her mind, a simple, irritating, confusing experience to incite a response. Give him insight…
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Apr 5, 2020 11:06:53 GMT -4
"Luzia Gottschalk."
She blinked, turning her eyes back to the man, and she felt the unpleasant icy grip of fear around her heart. All of a sudden she felt... exposed, naked, and not in a good way... How did he know her name? Why did his drumming feel like thunder in her ears?
“A murderer with little reason. A ball of psychotic rage fuelled by drugs, alcohol, and whatever else you can find to numb your mind to what you truly feel.”
Luzia went even more pale, unable to hulp a hard gulp as she felt her heart pound harder. "...Wh... what...?" She couldn't even wrap her head around it... how did he know about her? Why did she feel even more naked in front of him? She felt like he was looking way deeper than her skin. Even as he sunk back, she felt like he was looming even further over her.
“I wish to observe you. Undiluted…”
She blinked at that, and that somehow made her realize that she wasn't just not groggy anymore... she was plain not high... like whatever knocked her out had made her burn through her pills, too. She shivered at that thought, and instinctively reached for her bag, but she could only gasp, looking over her shoulder in shock, grimacing as she realized they took her backpack, because of fucking course they did. Not good, not good, not good...
She looked back to him just in time for him to raise a hand, not noticing the person that had responded to him the same way, not when there were so many people in the crowd... normally she didn't mind crowds, but she was uneasy with this one, when she felt so exposed and raw in front of them. All of them knew not just her name, but her other name, too! What the hell was she supposed to do about that?!
"Gah!" She flinched at the sudden, loud sound of two giant boulders hitting each other, and when she opened her eyes again, she gasped, backing around nervously as she looked around. Everything was black, suddenly... there was nothing, nothing! She gulped, panting softly in fear as she spun around slowly, trying to see something, anything... and only getting darkness everywhere... everywhere except her. "What the...?! H-Hey! GACK!"
Suddenly, she was shoved, stumbling forward a step before catching herself and whirling around. She still couldn't see anything, there wasn't even a floor under her, but she still tried to reach blindly out, to try to feel what she couldn't see, only to get another shove in response. And another, and another. "Aaaaaaaugh!" She screamed, whined, really, gritting her teeth as her instincts kicked in and she backed away quickly, trying to get out of this invisible crowd. "Lemme out!" She had to get out of this crowd! Too much shoving, it was hurting! She didn't like it, it was like they were ignoring her! She had to get out, get out, get out!
She was already starting to hyperventilate... being alone in this weird... arena thing was one thing, but she didn't like this invisible crowd at all!
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Post by Yumi on Apr 5, 2020 11:34:55 GMT -4
From the outside of this mental bubble Luzia found herself in the crowd watched her stumble and grow in frustration and annoyance. What she did or didn’t see, did or didn’t feel, was represented to them only by whispy figures, shadow conjurings to help illustrate what she was experiencing to the crowd. Muramasa watched with a narrowed gaze, wanting to experience what made her tick with every passing second of observation. His fingertips drumming against one another as the illusion seemed to shift…
Back from Luzia’s perspective, the shoving crowd became… almost unbearable. To the point anytime she was shoved in one direction she was immediately shoved back in another. It had begun to learn how she’d think. How she’d react. Knew why this frustrated her. The invisible crowd began to mumur and whisper, louder and louder, never shouting but drowning out her cries of annoyance and rebellion against what was happening to her. The crowd pressed in on her from all sides and Luzia would feel her voice get quieter and quieter till she could only hear herself in her own head while the crowd grew louder and louder and-
Nothing.
Dead silence. The pressure eased off on all sides and Luzia could hear herself again. The void was still pitch black, but in the corner of her eye a flicker of color started to form. Two figures, featureless in their face passed by, walking casually through the void. They wouldn’t flinch if called to, and should Luzia try to rush to them she’d never reach them. In truth she’d have reached the wall of the coliseum, but to her it would register as some invisible wall.
“Hey did you hear about that new criminal?” One of the girl’s spoke with a gossipy, chit chatty manner to her voice.
“Oh you mean that… oh what are they calling her…?”
“Graffiti!~”
“Oh yeah!” The other girl chimed in with a snap of her fingers. “Graffiti! That’s the one who leaves a mark at all the murder scenes right?”
A flash of color from the distance, a wall could be seen in the void with a faded image of art plastered across it. It wasn’t Luzia’s Neon… but it was her work. Something about it was ‘hers’ and she could tell. Like if someone were to have re-created the mona lisa in a slightly different shade of colors. Da vinci would know it was his but… also not.
“Wasn’t there another criminal who did that?” The girl questioned briefly, but the other shook her head.
“Don’t think so… I mean you’d remember something like that right? It’s so… striking…” The voice faded, and so did the images, first the girls, and then the stolen art. The void was black again and from around her, the growing sound of whispers without source resonated in her ears.
They won’t remember you.
Why would they.
Its been done before
You’re not special
Never were
No one wants you
No one did
Painter who?
whoever cared
Not us
Nobody
your nobody
“Already replaced.”
A more clear voice resonated beside Luzia’s ear and as she whirled around, a few more steps away than felt natural given the voice in her ear, Kyoko stood with a devious smirk. “Ya know after you and Pinocchio left…I thought-“
Luzia blinked, Kyoko was now by her side, looming over her.
“Nothing. I thought nothing. Do you know how little I had to try-“ Blink. Her other side, lowering herself to Luzia’s eyeline. “To replace you!? Psychopaths like you are a dime a dozen!” She stepped forward, forcing Luzia to step back. “No drive no purpose no goal no vision did you EVER think you were special because you did the same thing a thousand killers did-“ Blink. Behind her, a harsh shove to push Luzia to the ground. Kyoko’s face was growing distorted, a wild grin creeping further up her cheeks than it should. “BUT IN NEON!?”
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Apr 5, 2020 13:06:40 GMT -4
She had to escape, get out of this crowd. So much shoving, too much, too much! It was hurting! "Augh! Hey! Stop! Lemme! Through! Damnit!" She cried out with every hard shove, every attempt to worm her way through the crowd she couldn't see, trying to nudge and shove them out of the way just she could get some breathing room, but it was all worthless! She felt like she was caught in a wave; no matter how hard she tried, the crowd just shoved back, and eventually they were doing nothing but shoving her around! Every single one of them was whispering, but no matter how hard she tried to listen, she couldn't hear what they said, even when they got louder and louder until she had to cover her eyes. "Shut up... shut up!" They were drowning her out, it was hard to think, she could barely hear her own things and they were still getting-
Gone.
She gasped, blinking in surprise, spinning arouond to try to see around her. The voices were suddenly gone, like a switch turned off. She could breathe again; her everything ached after so many hits, but she could breathe again... but all she felt was dread. Everything stopping so suddenly was never a good thing, she knew that. A flicker practically answered her, making her whirl around to the color as two people suddenly walked by. "HEY!" She yelled to them, rushing to them, but instead smacked her face on a wall, hissing in pain, holding her face with one hand and touching the invisible wall with the other. She blinked, looking at them when they started talking, doing a double take when they mentioned a name.
'Graffiti'...? Who the hell was that...? Luzia's first thought was a copycat, which made her feel a happy sense of pride, but that feeling of being influential, being popular faded when another wall appeared. She liked the idea of a copycat, of someone following in her footsteps... but she felt nothing but anger at the gall of someone trying to copy her art, too! Her art was her's, and no asshole was going to take that from her!
“Wasn’t there another criminal who did that?”
Luzia gasped, smiling and turning back to the girls, her pride trying to return again, but only getting horror at the next words.
“Don’t think so… I mean you’d remember something like that right? It’s so… striking…”
What...? No, no no no no no no! That... that wasn't, no, that wasn't possible! That was her style! That was what she did! She's done it for years! How could they not know about her?! She was on the news! She was the fourth person on the wanted list! People knew her name, don't say that you didn't!
Luzia gasped, whirling around when the whispers came back, shoving her back against the wall. This time, she could hear them, and she shook her head, over and over and over and over, pressing her hands against her ears. T-They were wrong! The voices were wrong! She was special! She was! She wasn't nobody, she would be remembered! "Shut up! Shut up! Shuuuuuuut uuuppppppp!!!" She whined, already nearly being brought to tears, but a sudden, more familiar voice made her gasp, whirling around.
"Oracle-chan?!"
Thinking positively of her boss, weirded out at how she managed to whisper in her ear when so far away, Luzia stared in confusion, blinking at her words. Before she could reply, though, Kyoko was suddenly next to her, making her gasp. “Nothing. I thought nothing. Do you know how little I had to try-“ That stung, like a knife in her heart, and she yelled back, but she was interrupted even as she turned in derision towards Oracle. “To replace you!? Psychopaths like you are a dime a dozen!”
Luzia whined, trying not to clutch at her hear, at the knife digging, spinning, and twisting inside of it, even as tears formed at the edges of her eyes, stepping back as Kyoko stepped forward. She didn't understand this, not at all... Kyoko liked her! She let her decorate her room... she let her decorate half the apartment building! It was her job, the best job she could think of... Kyoko liked her!
"AHH!"
Luzia screamed again when she was shoved to the ground, tears starting to leak out of her eyes. "I don't understaaaaand... I thought you liked me...! I thought we were frieeeeends! You're so cool, why are you saying these thiiiiings?!"
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Post by Yumi on Apr 5, 2020 13:20:33 GMT -4
Muramasa’s eyes narrowed further. Fear and sadness was running through his latest project and his fingers dug into the arm of his throne as a clearly displeased sound flowed through him. She was undiluted to say the least, but this was far from what he wanted. What had triggered that anger. That bloodshed? Was she truly just some drug addict who’d suffered the wrong end of a trip? He hoped his time wouldn’t be wasted on such a case. His sharp gaze turned to his aid in the crowd, who seemed mildly paniced by the effect his quirk was having… this should be it, in his eyes. Something to build towards anger yet she just seemed.. scared. Hurt. He needed to break her… cross that line.
Back in Luzia’s perspective, the smirking Oracle snorted in derision at the concept that they were friends, bending over to face her but coming eerily close, their faces almost touching despite the fact Oracle had been standing a few steps away. “Friends!? Really? You think the leader of a criminal organization would consider their lackey a friend? What did you REALLY do for me. Really?”
She reared back, circling around Luzia. Everytime she made a point, a clone appeared to stand where she once was, reciting harmful words to the cowering pinkette. “You did some pretty little Neon when I announced Eternity-“ “So useless. I should have just hired a REAL painter-“ “You decorated the apartment-“ “I tore it all down the moment I was rid of you-“ “Killed a few people in my name perhaps?” “I have tens of people who’d be subtler about it-“ “-Kept that pathetic Pinocchio on a leash for me?” “I could have done that with a bowl of cereal he’s so simple-“
All the clones turned to face her now, lingering over her, each face warped in a slightly different manner till they seemed to block out Luzia’s view entirely, their voices echoing around her. “You really think your special!?” “What a joke!” “Can’t even fight!” “Can’t even paint!” “Aren’t worth the oxygen!” “Nobody ever cared!” “No one ever will!”
“WHO WOULD EVERY REMEMBER YOU!!!!”
A brief burst of silence, and only one Kyoko remained, far less warped, a true, solid image standing over Luzia.
“…I will forget you. We. Will. Forget you. Everything that you were will burn and fade. You will never leave a mark on history that will not simply collapse in time. A droplet in the ocean of time that doesn’t even leave a ripple.”
She leaned over, close, but not abnormally so this time, as she spoke just as sternly.
“You never left a mark on me… how would I ever care to remember you.”
With that, she rose up to a stand, turned, and began to walk away. She didn’t fade into the void… she simply left Luzia behind.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Apr 5, 2020 14:47:16 GMT -4
Her tears slowly dripped down her face, looking up at Kyoko, wishing, begging her silently to take back what she said, to tell her that it was all a sick joke. That's all she wanted, to just... to just believe that she was lying. But her heart sank, shattering even more when Kyoko just laughed in her face.
“Friends!? Really? You think the leader of a criminal organization would consider their lackey a friend? What did you REALLY do for me. Really?”
Luzia's head was already spinning, her words jumbling around in her brain like a ball of knots, her heart shattering in her chest and sinking to her stomach. Her breath was frozen in her chest, all of Kyoko's words yelling in her ears, screaming pain right into her skull. Why, why, why?! Why would she say such things?! They were friends, they were!
“-Kept that pathetic Pinocchio on a leash for me? I could have done that with a bowl of cereal he’s so simple-"
Luzia gasped softly, freezing; she was curled up on the ground, her forehead touching it, but those words, to her, echoed louder than the others, almost drowning the others out.
Pinocchio.
Pinocchio.
Niso.
She felt a harsh stab of guilt in her gut, this knife twisting slower and harder than the others, but she felt more anger than pain. Niso was sweet, Niso was cute, Niso was amazing... and... and this bitch dared to insult him? She didn't like that at all... even after what had happened, she didn't like anyone insulting him, not even Kyoko. Her words, even as she added to them, felt quieter now, now that she was getting a little mad.
The one gasp was all she needed. She suddenly went wide-eyed, and remembered... she wasn't with Kyoko... she was... she was... fucking shit it was so hard to focus! She didn't know where she was, but it was damn sure not with Kyoko! Definitely not when the world was so black!
...Black. Black.
...
Black.
Something clicked, and Luzia grit her teeth, anger flaring up in her, and feeling her mind clear. Suddenly, this was way too familiar; it was like that shit at Semper Fi again, and that pissed her off.. That was something she never wanted to go througha gain, and it took her this long to figure it out?! Fuck, she was dumb, but she took a deep breath, steeling herself even through all the yelling, and forcing herself to her feet. Everything was so, so loud, but she added her own noise to the music, something far more beautiful and sweet; a high pitched hum, like a thousand birds tweeting together; her light, her neon radiated out from her forearms, filling her immediate surroundings with a beautiful pink that comforted her, making her defiance a little easier. Hissing through her teeth, she said, "You're not real."
With that, she fire; neon swirled around her entire arm as she held her hand out and fired towards each of the clones; even if they weren't destroyed by her blasts, she kept firing with both hands, shooting everywhere, trying to find the source of this stupid world and destroy it, not even realizing that she was firing through the stone of the invisible wall and firing into the crowd.
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