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Post by Yumi on Apr 5, 2020 15:09:43 GMT -4
Muramasa squinted as Luzia spoke that it wasn't real... oh. Perhaps this was a keener mind than he had expected... it mattered little, for it seemed, through this unexpected twist, he was getting closer to the results he desired, shifting to a more comfortable position in his throne. An inital burst of Neon had the crowd grinning for the most part, rising in their seats. Another blast, and another, and another, again again again untilt he wall of the coliseum she'd been aiming at began to break down, the seats held above dropping rapidly into the fissure her eruption was creating, audience members scattering to further seats. The man holding the illusion in her mind held strong, though sweating a little as her mind began to reject the false reality he had invaded her mind with. Now they had seen her rage... he had to calm her down. Through her attacks, Luzia could perhaps focus on one more lone figure. Kyoko was gone. This was different, almost as dark as the void around her but it approached. Her bright lights were burning away the void around her, fractures of the real world seeping through, real sounds, real noises, the void slowly retreating all on the focal point of this figure striding through her attacks. When she, likely, focused her efforts on eliminating that last point of the void, the black spot in her mind and the figure that was emerging from it, he didn't seem phased. By now the quirked aid of Muramasa knew she had seen through his tricks and this last one didn't need any restraints. The figures hand reached out, and Luzia could feel it. A sharp grasp on her, it tugged her forward, her mind tricking her one last time as she was forced to stop and pulled towards the encroaching figure. He looked her in the eye, a gentle gaze, bloody and beaten, as though EVERYTHING she had just unleashed had been focused on him. Yet still he stood. With wounds anyone else would call fatal. A hand brushed under her chin, soft, delicate, in stark contrast to the harshness of the illusions before. In a clear voice it spoke as the last of the void receeded behind him. "I will never forget you." A final trick of the illusion, a kindness offered for the tricks before? Who's to say. The last of the void faded, and reality forced it's way in. Through the whisps of shadow before her eyes a deep brown clasped around her throat, hoisting her into the air as she felt the rough, dry skin of this beefy paw squeeze a little tight against her pale, tender flesh. Those deep red eyes stared at Luzia as she was rose above Muramasa's head, seeing him in the light of day as his expression held an odd sense of satisfaction, and rage, in equal measure... and beyond that a sense of calm Luzia could only ever dream of achieving in a blissful drug-trance. "You wish to be remembered." A statement? A question? His tone made it hard to tell, but it was clear he expected a response. |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Apr 5, 2020 21:52:30 GMT -4
There was only the light, only the sound of her neon in this world, and the way it flashed and glowed eased her, kept her focused. The voices were still loud, still echoing in her brain, but she knew that feeling, it wasn't the first time that so many voices were trying to drown her out. She wouldn't let it happen again! Never again! Her head was her's, and no one was gonna get in it like that again!
Every blast made the black peel away liike rock shattering away, and every blast made her grin wider. She felt better about herself; she still felt like shit, but now she could see herself making whoever this guy pay for trying to get into her brain... the bastard would get the same treatment that bitch did! She'd smash his chest in! Yeah, yeah, yeah! She felt strong, way stronger than she did at Semper Fi. This time, she could fight, and she was feeling it.
Never again.
All of the crumbling, all of the blackness was focusing on one point, and so were Luzia's blasts; she had a target now, and her firing got quicker; less power behind them, but more than enough to pierce flesh and firing much faster in return. "YEAH, YOU LIKE FUCKIN' WITH PEOPLES' HEADS?! I'LL SHOW YOU!" She grit her teeth in anger, not sure whether to feel happy or angry, but in fact somewhere in the middle, firing even faster as she roared. "RAAAAAAAAAAAA-GUH?!"
She gasped when she was suddenly pulled forward, snarling again, shooting her head up, ready to attack again, but she went wide-eyed, gasping, her heart and breath freezing in her chest. That was the face she loved, that was the sweet boy that made her feel like a princess... and... and he was all bloody and broken and half-dead!
"N... Niso...?"
Before she could really take in how hurt he was, before she could really process his words, he shattered like the rest of it, and Luzia could barely breathe! A hand the size of her head was wrapped around her throat, and she gagged as it lifted her up, grabbing at the wrist out of instinct. he wasn't even squeezing, but holding her up was enough to make everything, breathing, thinking, harder, and after all of that shit, she was sent straight into panic mode. She flailed in his grip, opening an eye, clawing at his hand. His face... it was... she couldn't think, not when he was holding her like that, but it looked angry. What the hell did she even do to this guy, anyway?!
"You wish to be remembered."
"Bas... tard...!" Trying to claw and peel at his skin was a fucked idea, and there was no way in hell she was going to pry it off, so her instincts told her body to do the first thing they could think of; she shoved her hand forward, firing light right in his face, but it wasn't a beam, it was an explosion, it was to blind and disorient him; she wanted to get free of him, first and foremost, and blinding him was her first reaction to that.
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Post by Yumi on Apr 6, 2020 3:37:16 GMT -4
In her attempts to claw at his skin, even reach his face (an impossible task given her size in comparison to his), Muramasa only smiled, the curling smirk crossing into his cheeks. It was both natural and seemed… displaced. Like it shouldn’t fit on the face of such a beastly person. As if it was a question if they could even feel anything other than anger and frustration. Heck, when she became so desperated to be rid of him he actually seemed impressed, the complete disdain she may have felt in his eyes from the shadows replaced with an odd admiration as she kicked and squirmed in his grasp.
His statement remained, and as he received no response his grip tightened against her throat, the firm, stone like grasp growing more firm against the sides of her neck, until in a flash of blinding light Muramasa was forced to pull away, staggering back a step, maybe another half with one of his tree trunk arms crossing his face. “Gagh!”
The audience grew loud, and steps could be heard behind Luzia. The once fearful audience who’d been rushing from her wrath were all rushing in to dogpile her. Dropped and catching her breath Luzia would likely still be finding her feet when a hefty weight forced into her back as several larger people pressed down into her, forcing her to the ground, pushing hard on each of her shoulders and it felt as though a knee was pressed into her back.
Muramasa had a moment. There were questions thrown at him. Many of his minions asking if they should kill her for striking him or if they should hurt her or be rid of her, but even with his eyes still tightly shut, he raised a hand to them and spoke above them, silencing the room with his imposing tone. “ENOUGH.”
He stated it loud and clear, and the room fell silent. He blinked a few more times, his vision still blurred but no longer completely unusable. He turned to the pink form on the floor, flicking two fingers upwards, a command to both her and those around her. “Release her. Stand.”
The crowd parted from her, some a little more hesitant than others but ultimately backing away, Muramasa standing over the girl before him, feeling as though he was almost twice her height, stepping closer so he could see her face well enough, and speaking firmly once again. Not laying a finger on her.
“You wish to be remembered?” It was softer this time… still firm, but clearly a question.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Apr 6, 2020 9:45:33 GMT -4
She choked, gagging when his hand squeezed around her throat; who the fuck was this guy, why was he so fucking massive?! What did she even do to this guy?! She snarled, denying him an answer as she unleashed a burst of neon in his face, and suddenly, she could breathe! She gasped, hitting the ground on her feet, grasping her throat in surprise, stumbling to regain her balance, but even then, her eyes were shooting up at Muramasa, glaring at him, but even if she was defiant, even if she didn't like this guy, there was fear in her eyes; he was strong, and he was tough, there wasn't even a question about it when he was the size of a fucking truck! There wasn't an option of a fight here....
Before she could turn to start running, she let out a scream; suddenly, she was knocked to the ground again, her breathe getting knocked out of her as more weight was slammed on her. She screamed, trying to flail, to fire in reply, but the football team tackling her to the ground pinned her arms, her legs, and even her head to the ground, shoving her face into the dirt so hard that she couldn't breathe! Her air was completely cut off, but she still growled, even if muffled, getting angrier; she was getting sick of this, and she was already charging, neon leaking out of not just her arms, but her whole body, quietly preparing for a really big blast....
"ENOUGH!"
Luzia froze, his voice echoing through her body like an explosion, so loud that it almost hurt. Slowly the weight on her backed off, and she coughed, sputtering, spitting dirt out of her mouth as she sat up, sputting some more before she wiped her eyes and looked up. She panted heavily, shocked out of her anger, and without it, without having to struggle to breathe, she could just... see this man... but... even more. She slowly stood up at his command, not even realizing why... she was distracted by how... angry this guy felt... but... at the same time, he felt just as calm as he was angry... and his voice was... actually kind of sweet now? Maybe?
She wasn't sure how to answer his question. She still felt naked - and not in a good way - in front of him, but... she felt less exposed now, like it was more on her terms. There was a part of her that wanted to say 'I will be remembered' but... the illusion made those words feel so far away....
"What if I do," she asked instead, looking up at him cautiously. It sounded... it felt like he was making her an offer, but why would someone like this guy make her an offer? He was strong, tall, powerful, and he even apparently had a lot of help too... what did she have to offer him? COULD she offer him anything...? She was still with Eternity, but... maybe if she worked with him, she could make him an alley of it? Kyoko would probably like that....
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Post by Yumi on Apr 6, 2020 11:15:52 GMT -4
A half grin couldn’t help but pick at the corner of his mouth. He’d seen her, the way she refused to give in once the rage had took hold. She’d clawed at his skin, blinded him, and he knew enough about her already to tell that she was gearing up to something as she’d been buried under that pile of his subordinates. He could have been wrong, of course… but that look building in her eyes. He could feel it. She had been about to erupt. He was almost disappointed in himself for preventing it.
She rose up slowly enough but he held patience. His shoulders heaved back as he crossed his arms, and took a long deep breath, his nostrils flairing as he did so, somehow seeming borderline furious and relaxed. He was certainly an odd creature in the dichotomy of his expressions and stature…
“What if I do…” he parroted back. There was the briefest of murmurs from the crowd, a second at most. The words lingered on Muramasa’s tongue for a moment and his gaze narrowed. He unfolded his arms slowly after a moment of thought. One of his hands reached forward, and in that moment his aura was… imposing. Luzia knew well enough her options were minimal. Behind her were tens of quirked individuals ready to pin her down and at her front that devastating hand was approaching her again, reaching over her head, as if about to grab her skull in a vice and crush her till fragments of her own skull pierced into her brain.
The Dichotomy of Muramasa was truly something.
Pain never came, but instead an oddly delicate brush of Luzia’s hair with the back of his hand, brushing the dirty out of her vibrant pink lockes just at the very top of her head, his hand withdrawing to reveal a soft smile perking up his cheeks. “I like you. You have Gall. You strive for more and have a fury I would like to see harnessed…” He offered a hand, the opposite to that which had just dusted her hair. Luzia’s hand could easily fit in his palm almost 3 times over yet still he held it out to her. “Your Neon Fury… I believe it could scorch the earth with a mark that could never be erased… if you let me help you focus it.~”
And here was Muramasa’s typical offer. He never wanted anything for himself… only to see those with power, and fury, truly achieve what no one else would let them. Where others would muzzle, chain, and leash Luzia… he wished not to simply ‘set her loose’. But to teach her how to use her fangs.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Apr 15, 2020 9:46:01 GMT -4
Luzia was trying to not be too intimidated by him;s he had to keep hehr head, she had to wait, find the right time to run, just in case; she just needed an opening, one lapse of attention or the crowd moving away, just one hole. These people were dangerous, and fast... but now that she knew what was going on, she knew she was faster... or at least... she was faster, right? She could get away, right?
Doubt creeped in to her thoughts, like that always did, but the very fact that she thought firmly, even for a moment, that she could definitely get away, made her hurt. It made her think of Niso, which made her happy, but also hurt, guilt and frustration and confusion ruining her happy thoughts of him. Thankfully, she had a really massive distraction, and after she had shook her head to shake those thoughts away, she turned her attention to this big guy.
He was so angry... she could tell... even without him being so big, there was just this... aura around him, it felt so thick, so strong... but it was calm, too, like he had it under control... it hung around him like a thick cloud of smoke, it was stifling, annoying, but... Luzia was amazed that it was so under control that things were allowed to exist around him. But, she didn't know for how long; for all she knew, he was amused but that could stop in the next second... for all she knew, the weird calmness was just a cover!
She froze, her mind, her breath, her heart when he reached out to her, her blood freezing in her veins, the phrase 'allowed to exist' flashing through her head. For a moment, she was absolutely terrified, her body screaming at her to move, but everything locked up, everything froze because it was too late; his hand was on her head, and she was horrified that she didn't notice until it was too late.
She waited for the squeeze, but it never came; instead, he... petted her head. Luzia was so shocked that she couldn't help but looked up at him, wide-eyed, almost child-like in her surprise. It was an oddly delicate touch... even sweet... it made her feel good, and his words did, too. After restarting, her heart nearly did a flip in happiness... this guy, this... uh, Muramasa guy, he liked her! Even if she was kind of - like, a lot - scared of him, him liking her still made her happy!
“Your Neon Fury… I believe it could scorch the earth with a mark that could never be erased… if you let me help you focus it.~”
Luzia was smiling, albeit nervously, at the pet, but the words made her blink up at him curiously, looking at the hand that was offered. Neon Fury... she still liked that name... scorching the earth sounded cool, too... but... never be erased... that... that spoke to her. Leaving a mark that would last for all time... that was what she wanted, more than most things she could think of, she just wanted to be remembered, to not be invisible... and this guy could help? He wanted to help, at least...
The Painter stared at the hand for a moment, then took it, despite its size, and shook it in whatever way she could. "Okay," was the only word that she could think of to respond.
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Post by Yumi on Apr 15, 2020 10:10:28 GMT -4
Muramasa smiled.
There had been a quirk to his lips before, a look of… amusement perhaps. Even when he bared his teeth something about any expression he’d made prior could never truly have been called a heartfelt smile… but this was. The aura he radiated soothed. It was still there. Still tense, still thick. Luzia could almost taste it on her tongue… but it had certainly took on a more calming effect, if only for a passing second.
With his hand taken, Muramasa gave a firm shake of the girl’s hand before pulling her towards him. He ducked low as she tried to catch her own feet and hooked a shoulder beneath her hips, raising the girl up in the center of this dirty, ill formed coliseum of scrap and stone, even more so ruined by Luzia’s own rampage. With the pink haired Neon fury sitting upon his broad shoulder, he lightly held her side to steady her as he presented her to the crowd, a firm and booming voice to his followers, many of which readily still seemed as though they may wish to kill Luzia for her earlier burst of attacks.
“LISTEN! MY CULT OF RAGE!” He bellowed out, but this time the room did not so easily fall silent, murmurs of the crowd telling eachother to shut up briefly before the sheer rumble of Murmasa’s voice seemed to echo in this enclosed space. “We have welcomed many members in the past months but I firmly declare that few of you were as the Painter. Many of you were children, tantrumming against the society you did not feel was fair. Many more of you still are worms. Addicts looking solely for your next fix from my hand. You know who you are, and I do not plan to turn you away… but I state firmly. With no care for how you feel. You are not Luzia Gottschalk.”
He didn’t look to Luzia, took a slow breath, and continued in his deep set, yet far traveling voice. “We know Luzia. She too is an addict… but her rage does not come from the ticks of addiction. I do not know from what her true rage is born… but I feel it. I recognize it. I admire it.”
With that, he felt he had said his piece. His word was law here as far as he was concerned. It should be understood, and obeyed, until someone’s rage could conquer his own. He lowered Luzia to the ground, and gave her a firm order. “Follow him.” He gestured to probably the smallest of his troop, a fellow no more than 3 foot tall, far from the raging teens and young adults who filled the coliseum’s audience. Actually seeming quite meek in nature, a high collared jacket and a wide rimmed hat seeming to hide an already black figure in further shadow, yellow eyes peering from the darkness. “He will show you were you can stay… tomorrow I expect to see more of your rage.” The word ‘Understood?’ Was implied by his glare alone.
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Post by Crimson on Apr 26, 2020 12:12:14 GMT -4
Luzia Gottschalk You currently have 377 EXP, and you gained 53 EXP for this thread! Yumi You currently have - EXP, and you gained 48 EXP for this thread!
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