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May 16, 2011 00:44

CHARACTERS: Kouma Kishima & Open
DATE: May 15th, 2011
WHERE: The Forests of Ithir, bordering Muir
SUMMARY: Kouma feels a little of his Inversion becoming a problem and decides to snuff it out.
WARNING(S): V for violence in the intro. It could go either way.

( Complex )

kouma kishima, potamos, inoue orihime, selina kyle

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evil_groupie May 17 2011, 11:50:27 UTC

Instinct was the reason she had been in the area. The original purpose had indeed been quiet verification of the map that was given to every captive. That task was a simple one, given the small scale of ground there was to cover. And yet, her walks had taken her into...not a familiar tingling of her senses, but definitely something noticeable. Force and intent in the quiet white dusk.

Mankind was not alone in its damning curiosity. But mankind did not have the impulse to see if there would be a territorial dispute in such a manner.

Thus, the thin purple-haired demon girl in a school uniform, winter coat, and leggings walked quietly through the snow and closer to the origin of the feeling that reverberated throughout her body.

calmed_demon May 17 2011, 12:52:02 UTC

The gap of the forest of Ithir had been melted away by the simple art of 'Dokkaku'--a gesture so casual that it may as well have been described as batting a fly out of the air. The thinning air was a precursor to the sudden heat of the flames that would erupt from Ithir's depths--spreading out to complement the wall of flames that rose as a result of Kouma's 'sprint'. He killed, crushed and destroyed the deer's head the moment he touched it, muttering an apology so superficial that even the courtesy of it became offensive.

He had long since snuffed out the flames as he began walking towards the gap that separated Muir from Ithir. Dragging the carcass of his 'victim' in his hand, Kouma kept his gaze on the snow. He regretted his desire for venison. It would have been better to kill something in a place that would leave less trace of his activity--and of his anger.

evil_groupie May 19 2011, 21:58:42 UTC

Delight.

She had been so caught up in the coincidental moment of spying that she had completely failed to tell or describe the emotion it invoked within her very core. Her brain, after all, had taken her to this path, into witnessing the spectacle of flame and brutal murder, out of instinct. So it was likely natural that she couldn't quite place the finger on the amount of joy she was beholding.

Instead, her thoughts were patting themselves on the back, assured that this gentleman--tall, quiet, and obviously deadly, had unintentionally let her in on his secret. He was a demon, and there was no way for him to hide it from Potamos.

A light skip, contrasting every single movement she had seen Kouma make, and the girl was on her way through the scar in the winter scape. Her every ounce of body language sang joy of finding an old friend.

"That was amazing y'know!"

Or a new victim.

calmed_demon May 20 2011, 01:17:25 UTC

Kouma couldn't tell right away how much Potamos had seen. Though, it must have been enough. The last of his hairs had turned charcoal black once more and there was no more trace of his inversion save for the carcass he held in his hand. There was no blood on him at all--since it all burned up the moment he put flames in his palms. His gaze settle on Potamos, his expression hiding his perturbed disposition. This woman--she saw what he was and approached him courageously.

No--to be courageous implied that one was afraid. The woman he watched approach looked at him with a measure of affection and thanks. She was everything but terrified of whatever she saw.

"Why do you think it is?"

evil_groupie May 20 2011, 17:03:01 UTC

"Because, I was totally thinking I was on my own in this creepy little hamlet, y'know?" Stopping just a few meters from him, she continued to display nothing but joy and admiration. Though it was really just a meter, obviously. She had no fear of the man, but it was still enough of a distance to be considered cautious.

"Since there was really no one to talk to who would get me, or understand me. And you had me worried with those comments about your faults--but I see it clear now. You don't have any faults at all! You're completely wonderful!"

Potamos was gushing--she was delighted. Another demon about--whether sent from her home had yet to be seen. After all, she saw no tribal marking, despite the display that would have labeled him a Puel Fire tribesman. Yet and still, she could feel the power creeping beneath the surface of his skin, completely at his command.

calmed_demon May 21 2011, 03:57:57 UTC

The definition of a 'demon' had been read to him over and over when he was young. It was a strict reminder of his status. While the Kishima clan did very little with their strength, they were always eager to do work for their sibling clans, especially the Tohno. More than anything, the definition kept reciting itself in Kouma's head as Hiromi spoke. He was reminded of it over and over as she looked at him with eyes full of praise ( ... )

evil_groupie May 21 2011, 13:55:51 UTC

"Yup! It feels kind of strange, but there's definitely no mistaking what I'm feeling from you, y'know!" She didn't even repress herself, bouncing from foot to foot in her glee, not mindful of the soft crunch of snow that was decimated in her eagerness ( ... )

calmed_demon May 22 2011, 01:52:25 UTC

Animosity. She was right, but Kouma knew it wasn't such a limited thing. Even among the demons of his clan, Kouma was feared and resented. A borderline indestructible killing machine wouldn't garner many friends on allied lands or on enemy lands. A killing machine that could go insane and kill anything and everything around it in moments was best left by itself.

Still, Kouma was a man in many regards. He didn't enjoy quiet mountains or hunting by himself. Even Kugamine was interesting in how he bragged and spoke to others without knowing them so easily. A man like that made good company, if only because he wasn't afraid of exposing his words to others. This woman was everything but afraid of him--and, she seemed to be asking for help, in a way. Kouma considered his options as she spoke, his simple gaze unchanging.

"About your own secret, then," The one-eyed demon looked at Hiromi plainly. "How strong are you?"

evil_groupie May 23 2011, 04:50:55 UTC

"mmmm..." the sound was made with all the care of one who was attempting to decide the better bargain at a supermarket. What Kouma had asked was fair, and she only teetered on how much to reveal. That glimpse of his ability told her enough--he likely specialized in relentless destruction. That he was so calm and collected, as well as what he had admitted about his trials of self-control, reinforced her beliefs to that theory.

Potamos couldn't compare on such a feat. But then, her mind was sharp. Her wells were deep, and her energy was both versatile and potent. Maintaining that curious pose, hands clasped in front of her as she regarded the fire demon, the ground around her quickly...warped. It was the only way to describe it--what was once pure white became tainted and blotched an ugly, oxygen-deprived purple. And it spread like a virus.

The ground, the trees and shrubs. Animals that had been wary of Kouma's presence had no warning, no way of telling what horror was about to befall them. The corruption overtook everything ( ... )

calmed_demon May 23 2011, 18:18:09 UTC

His eyes leveled with the 'trail' that he could not see. Hiromi's body let off a pure, noxious 'power' that killed everything within range that couldn't tolerate her existence. It was natural--her aura as a demon was more potent than his, a hybrid's. Though, what she was doing seemed excessive, even to the remaining member of the Kishima clan. Raising one hand, Kouma muttered a phrase ( ... )

evil_groupie May 24 2011, 03:39:32 UTC

The purifying fire wasn't something she had been counting on. It was amusing that the fellow thought it necessary to enact some counter to her ability at all. Yet it did its job as she had pegged--he was certainly specialized in killing. It was her strength that kept her up in spite of that inferno, little more than dizzy and rather fascinated by the display.

He had jumped to a conclusion. Devil she may be, but nature was not her enemy--

"Curse?" It was the first thing he said that genuinely blindsided Potamos. "Where'd you get an idea like that?" Without a thought--indeed, more focused on Kouma and her confusion, Potamos's aura went away. And the land about that which she could immediately influence became normal again. Pure, pristine white. It no longer felt dark, or dead. What she could reach, in any case. The area outside of Kouma's technique would take longer yet.

He was good. Good and confusing. "This is my natural gift, y'know."

calmed_demon May 25 2011, 01:27:17 UTC

She didn't seem to believe anything was 'wrong' with her, aside from the perception that humans had of her. That was irregular. Was it the mindset that she was the hero of her own story, illustrated by her desire to rank him as a karate movie master or something along those lines? She looked too simple and pure in comparison to his perception of what demons were supposed to be ( ... )

evil_groupie May 26 2011, 02:24:12 UTC

"Eh?" Confusion seeped in with every word. A blight that changed the environment around it? The imperfections of God? "That's...."

Who would come to such asinine conclusions? Who would be that self-depreciating? That gloomy? The girl was so befuddled that even the reversal of her magic was forgotten, leaving the remaining area very much like standing water.

"I don't get that," she admitted, almost in a childish whine. "I mean, I'm really happy you think I'm lovely, but something's really, really weird about that philosophy. Since when was God a perfection?"

Her nose scrunched up, Potamos put her energy to the challenge Kouma had given her. "Better, since when was god a boy, y'know?"

calmed_demon May 26 2011, 05:27:57 UTC

"God is..." Moreover, Kouma was thrown for a loop entirely. What did Hiromi hope to achieve with such a base compliment? He went silent for a few moments, staring her down before he finally thought of what he needed to say to voice his confusion. "I don't understand why you believe so."

Raising one hand, Kouma tried to further emphasize the notion he started with before. "This is what I've been taught by generations of my clan. There is no other definition for 'God' other than perfection, just as 'demon' is synonymous with imperfection."

"'God' is a force of law and construct. 'Demon' is a force of destruction and imbalance." He held his hand aloft, unable to elaborate more than that. She had seen him in action. Kouma knew nothing more than the explanations given to him and the proof that came from the realization that all he knew how to do was destroy everything around him.

evil_groupie May 26 2011, 06:17:02 UTC

She nodded along and carefully weighed his words, at a loss to take any other method. The moment she had discovered his heritage, Potamos had thought Kouma for a comrade...possibly from a land in the demon realms she had not visited.

That was fast becoming a false hope. "I...hmmm."

A hand met her chin and the brain turned itself into overdrive. That doctrine, that dogma that painted his very blood and flesh in such a hard, undesirable light, could only be made for a handful of sane reasons.

"And...you dislike the destruction? The imbalance brought? You think it's unnecessary?" The tone of her voice dictated in how carefully she weighed Kouma's words. Potamos was, at least out of respect for his power, giving the demon hybrid every consideration, as she was fast drawing a conclusion.

calmed_demon May 26 2011, 06:30:26 UTC

"My clan houses the thickest demonic blood of all current families ( ... )

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