Everything that is... [completed]

[keyofhell]

Character(s): Duma, Kyoko and Lucifer!
Content: Duma enters Paixao~
Setting: Vanaheim (F3)
Time: Tuesday morning
Warnings: Duma's naked but he's genderless so uhh... none? XD

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[mutterundstolz]

She walks. And walks. Her steps are focused, paced yet rapid, determined is the word; her huge head twitches and shifts from side to side at every movement. She's looking for something. Someone.

She's been walking this land for hours already, only stopping briefly just beyond the gate she'd passed through to examine the device they'd given her. Scientist that she was, she'd figured out within a matter of minutes that it was something very similar to a laptop, connected to some kind of wireless intranet the main purpose of which seemed to be public communication within... wherever it was she'd found herself. Paixao, the accompanying brochures had said. What kind of fucked-up place was this that gave out brochures at the door, anyway? She felt like she was in some kind of theme park, but the atmosphere here was distinctly other than that of harmless entertainment; the situation she'd found herself in was all too real and unamusing. She'd posted a short entry to her journal asking for help in finding her daughter, then tucked the device

[keyofhell]

This place is, for lack of a better word, strange. The people have the same complexion as him, although they do not quite shine the way he does. They also did not appear as surprised as he expects when they saw the halo on his head as well as his wings. Normally, Duma would take care to wear the clothes deemed normal by the people that he wishes to associate with, as well as discard the wings and halo for the time. Although, Duma very rarely comes out to associate with anyone unless it is asked of him by someone he looks up to, and the number of those Duma counts as authority is very little. He wishes he knows that it is by authority that he has been led to this strange place.

A quick glance to the right, however, slightly dampens his mood as he finds himself facing a creature unlike those he supervises over. A beast. And yet, there is something distinctly human about it, something female. His face unreadable, Duma flaps his great wings twice to bring himself eye to eye with the giant.

A woman, he muses as he looks deeply into those

[mutterundstolz]

Kyoko screeches loudly at the creature's attempted touch, falling back instantly into a combative stance and letting out a rumbling battle cry from deep within her gut. Her instincts as an Evangelion cloud her human mind, all her senses shrieking loudly: Enemy! Destroy it! Enemy! A red mist clouds her vision, and she lets out another deep bellow as her hands spring for the creature's throat, aiming to choke the life out of it.

[keyofhell]

As he expected; the boundary between what is a beast and what is human is hardly there. Gracefully, Duma soars away from the creature's intended clutch, a frown almost fully formed on his lips. It, she, regards him as an enemy. He knows that his place as the angel of vindication plants hatred in the heart of most, and yet no one would have guessed it if they were only to look at him. He is the image of purity and innocence. Innocence is what keeps him afloat, keeps him from fallen, but she seems to think that he is an enemy she must destroy. Whatever it is she thinks that his kind has done to her.

Waiting for the creature to stop pursuing him as an enemy, Duma lets himself hover downwards until his feet are as close to the ground as they possibly can be. He can wait until she is tame enough to let him touch her. He can wait for however long it takes.

[mutterundstolz]

She launches into a leap as the Angel soars, but her strength is severely diminished and his wings easily carry him far beyond her reach. Bracing herself for an aerial assault, she instead watches on, confused, as the being merely comes to rest a safe distance from her grasp. It's not going to attack?

She looks the Angel over, then herself. Compared to a human, she's still unnaturally strong, but this being is no human, and though the Soryu line might never back down from a fight, the thought flits briefly through her mind: could she even defeat it? The creature's actions, far from reassuring her, only heighten her adrenaline rush. She knows from painful experience that there are far more noxious means of attack than the physical, and she inwardly recoils at the memory of the sickening assault she and her daughter suffered at the hands of the 15th.

Sinews coiled, she remains in a tensed position, though makes no move to attack, merely watching the being for any clues as to what it may be about to do next.

[keyofhell]

My, my, this one is very determined about attacking him. Duma is not made for fighting, but he can bring about great power when he is fighting for the Name. And yet, he is still unsure of whether he was meant to come here or he had strayed from the path he should have taken. He is still pure enough to bear his great wings, however, that should be a good enough sign, and his feet don't quite touch the ground either. Duma's eyes are still fixed upon the creature, even though he is starting to see less of the creature and more of the human.

She is confused, he muses, she fears me. It is good to be seen as having the upper hand, even if it is actually false. She is still poised to attack him if he makes any threatening movement, he needs to make sure that she does not see him as a danger. Perhaps that will 'tame' her

[mutterundstolz]

She stares at the creature, dumbfounded, as it goes through a motion that she can only describe as preening. She remains alert, wondering if the action is merely a prelude to some form of attack after all, but the being's demeanor is not one of aggression. Instead, it seems almost.... disinterested.

She was prepared for most consequences, but not this. She studies the creature's movements intently, but it does not seem tensed; quite the reverse, its movements almost languid. One can easily be fooled, however, and she does not quite let her guard down yet.

Opening her mouth, she attempts to ask a question regarding the locatin of her daughter, but all that emerges is a guttural growl.

[atsehaske]

...Really