HELENE

[moralitycat]

Characters: Chitose Yuma (Helene), Tsukino Usagi, Hino Rei, Mizuno Ami, Ten'oh Haruka, Dave Strider, Inuyasha, Negi Springfield, and Hawke Starfyr.
When: Beginning late on the night of 1/07 and going into the early morning of 1/08.
Where: The Northeastern quarter.
Rating: PG-13 for violence. (possibly higher; will edit later if needed.)
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[twotimingmutt]

There has been too much death today, too many people he knows suffering because of the damn Animus. Inuyasha was sick of it, and he was determined to take them down a notch.

Now out on his own, the half-demon ran through the fire, seeking out the energy that had exploded earlier on in the day. The Tetsusaiga was clenched tightly in his hand, ready to cut down any enemy unfortunate enough to cross paths with him. The energy eventually lead him back to his own house, one of the Japanese buildings. What he found wasn't anything like his house, though. Instead the entire area was replaced with strange looking imitations.

This only made Inuyasha angrier. It wasn't that he had any particular attachment to the house, but seeing the enemy screw with something else that was his just helped to push him further over the edge. So without any hesitation, Inuyasha went into the witch's space. He was ready to put an end to this horrible day.

[moralitycat]

As he enters the house, the keening seems to come from one of the back rooms. If he could make it further in, he could find just what was making that sound.

This isn't much like his own house, though, as once he enters, it will become clear that its' purpose is conceal that creature. There are multiple halls branching off from the doorway, with many doors on each wall. It will take a while to get through all of this if he wandered blind.

Luckily, though, there seems to be another sound to direct him: the flapping of hundreds of wings, coming from the right-most hallway.

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Ears swiveling around, Inuyasha quickly locked onto the sound of flapping wings. "Over there, are ya?" he growled to himself, running towards the noise with Tetsusaiga raised.

[moralitycat]

As Inuyasha gets closer, the sound increases until he enters the area where the sounds come from, when suddenly- they all go silent.

Huge, multicolored birds of prey perch on lamps, chairs, and doorframes. They seem to guard nests built of broken furniture, blankets, and bones- animal or human, it's impossible to tell from their state.

For a moment, they're stock still, but soon they turned to look at him, heads cocked curiously.

'Your move', their beady eyes seem to say.

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Inuyasha's eyes moved across the room, taking in the sight of the many birds. There were dozens, almost too many to count. Still, he wasn't afraid. The Wind Scar was sure to make quick work of the pests.

"I thought I smelled something foul. Figures there'd be vermin wanderin' around in this place."

The huge blade was lifted and pointed at some of the birds. "I'm only gonna say this once, so listen up! I can tell you guys ain't the source of that energy spike I felt earlier, so if you know what's good for ya, you'll take me to whoever you're leader is! If not, I'll have no problem with wipin' every last one of ya outta existence!"

{question: would profanity be okay here?}

[strideon]

So yeah, Dave has no idea what the hell is going on.

His best guess is it's one of those 'every other weekend' things he's heard about, but that's about it. It sums it up pretty well, without being too specific that it gives anything away. It resembles the Game a bit, he decides, only more chaos and fewer user interface structures. The fire reminds him of his planet - minus the stock obsessed crocodiles and clockwork obviously.

The not so obvious thing would be why his feet have taken him all the way to this really screwed up excuse for a house.

He considers it for a moment through his shades, 1/2 blade resting on his shoulder. It definitely looks important. Maybe like a denizen's lair. Just like that, it's as if he's on the threshold of whatever it is. Either way, he figures he might as well. He doesn't have any other ideas anyways.

He heads inside.

That's fine. :)

[moralitycat]

The birds don't seem to register any words, but their eyes focus in on Inuyasha's sword.

In a huge flurry of wigs, they divebomb towards him instantly, swirling around him like a feathered hurricane. Some of them try to pull the sword away, some tug at his clothes. Any onlookers would find it impossible to see the boy under all those creatures. Their shrieks and cries, enough to hurt even a human's ears, echo throughout their hallway.

A few strays fly further down the hall, and when they noticed Dave, attempt to drag him towards the frenzy by whatever they can grab of him- weapon, clothes, even his head if they can find purchase.

/o/

[strideon]

He hears them before he sees them, and the first thing that crosses his mind when he suddenly has a bunch of screeching, annoying, feathery douchebags all up in his grill is that at least they're not crows. Sure, these sound like wannabe hybrids of banshees and ambulance sirens, but crows would probably have sucked more in terms of 'depressingly cliched and overused to the point of ironic collapse'. Avoiding such disappointing events is always good. He doesn't really appreciate all the clawing and screaming going on his his face though. What he'd give for sound-canceling headphones right now.

As it is, things are starting out pretty shitty he decides, as one of them manages to hook a talon into his shoulder and starts yanking him down the hall. Like hell. This shit will not fly, it's going to cease and desist all aerial maneuvers here and now. He slices his legendary piece of shit sword through the offending asshole's nearest wing.

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If their screeches were enough to hurt human ears, the sounds were like torture to Inuyasha's sensitive ones. Trying not to collapse from the sheer pain of it, he swung his sword to knock as may of the pests off as possible.

"Damnit, get off me!" he yelled, sword slicing through multiple bodies at once. He leapt into the air, away from the flock, all while lifting the Tetsusaiga above his head. "WIND SCAR!"

The wave of energy that erupted from the blade was devastating. It cut through flesh and completely dissolved those in its direct path with ease, leaving deep grooves in the ground before dispersing.

[moralitycat]

The wounded animals-- Can such strange things really be called animals? They shriek as they're cut down. Dissolving into sand and feathers, most definitely dead.

The numerous others continue to pull and claw at the pair, trying to drag whatever and whoever they can to the nests. Within them, dozens of replacements begin to crawl out. They cry joyously, like baby birds do when a parent returns with food.

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Even as he sliced through more of them, dozens more kept coming. There just didn't seem to be any end to the wave of demonic birds.

But another smell reached his nose, something different from the birds. Turning his head, Inuyasha was just able to catch a glimpse of Dave amongst the flock. Damnit, his job was going to get even harder now, wasn't it?

"Oi, kid! What the hell're you doing here?! Run for it!"

[strideon]

It's a good thing he has something to protect his eyes. Cut another psychotic bird down and you get another explosion of dusty sand, finer than something out of an hourglass. All he has to do is try not to inhale it and he's golden. Asswipes don't even have the decency to drop any grist after they're dead. Not that he'd be able to use it anymore, but it's the thought that always counts. Like an OCD numerologist.

Then some guy is yelling at him. Something about something, Dave can't really hear over all the screeching, can't even really see the dude either. It sounded vaguely like an order to abscond. So either Dave didn't hear that right, or he did, and it doesn't make a difference. It's not like there's anywhere for him to go. Besides, this is barely even a strife. Not when these things collapse like ice pops in a kiln. Not enough clay in the food coloring.

He does a fucking youth roll and sweeps under a wall of the stupid birds, raking his 1/2 legendary piece of shit-kind sword across their undersides as he goes.

[moralitycat]

With one last shriek, many of the birds vanish into dust. This time, however, no replacements come to continue attacking the two. All the remains are a few dozen still in the air and in the nests.

If they can just finish off what's left, the pathway ahead should be clear. There's at least enough of the way ahead to know that there's no immediate group of birds down the hallway for them to meet if they do so.

[twotimingmutt]

Those damn birds finally left, although it took a good couple of minutes before the ringing finally died in Inuyasha's ears. Shaking his head, he looked back over at the boy.

"I told ya to run. What the hell're you still doin' here? Why'd you even come in to begin with?"

[strideon]

The guy, it turns out, has dog ears. He also seems to be wearing really baggy red pajamas. Or something. And he's asking a ton of dumb questions too. Whatever. Dave tilts his head to one side.

"Yeah, you said that. Obviously I listened to you and I'm not really here. It's all an illusion. Wake up from the dream coma."

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A growl left Inuyasha's throat.

"I ain't stupid, ya know. If you were just an illusion, I wouldn't be able to smell ya."