Washed Away [OPEN]

[guillotineofgod]

Characters: Anybody washed into the desert by the flood, a shitload of Kishin Eggs.
Location: The desert and ruins surrounding Death City.
Rating: R, in anticipation of swearing in terror.
Time: Sept 14 and onwards, for the duration of the monsoon.
Format: Action or Prose
Description: Whether by accident or in the interest of having fun, more than a few

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[TIME FOR PRAYING FOR OUR LIVES] [CLOSED]

[guillotineofgod]

Despite his eyes being closed, Justin could still hear the approach of the still-mobile Kishin Egg. It could only be hoped that the other two could be able to intercept it in time, otherwise either he or Nataku were in serious trouble. Of course, if he couldn't complete preparations for his attack, they were all going to be dead anyway, so placing his hesitant trust in them seemed the only logical option for the time being. Nataku's supposed 'help' wasn't exactly positively contributing to his concentration either, though.

Nonetheless, he held his left arm straight forward as if grasping something invisible in mid-air and supported it with his right, before enunciating the words of a prayer:

✝Dear God of Death City, watch over everyone's safety...✝The runaway had fumbled slightly in its difficulty with gaining traction for changing direction or otherwise launching an attack at the Death Scythe and noncombatant, but there were precious seconds left before it would be able to right itself and pounce. The enemy that was thrashing was

[TIME FOR STEALING YOUR SOULS] [CLOSED]

[guillotineofgod]

Attack completed and the battle over for the time being, Justin finally restabilized his Soul Wavelength and relaxed his posture, breathing more easily. He then closed his eyes and bowed his head reverently.

✝Now, let us pray.✝

Not that he actually expected the others to, all things considered. Even so, without so much as looking up again he raised his right arm and it began to slowly pulse with light. The floating Kishin Egg souls began to gradually drift towards him, at least until his guillotine blade jutted out from his arm and they all streamed towards him rapidly, being sucked into it and bathing the silver in a crimson glow.

Well, all except for two. The soul of the largest Kishin Egg remained close to where it was before by the Meister and Weapon, and one of the lesser ones now drifted above Nataku. In a rather rare display of consideration, Justin grasped it in one hand gently and knelt down on one knee, holding it out to the boy. Previous annoyance aside, he needed to be able to move at least a little if they were to

[TIME FOR BONDING THINGS] [CLOSED]

[getyourgunson]

The Meister himself fell to the ground once he executed his kick bits of sand and blood sticking onto him with his sweat as the last Kishin was finally disposed of. With the resonation broken, Date could feel just about all the energy draining from him - damn, that had been seriously intense. Dante was hardly anything like Genesis at all; but it anything, Date found himself liking this a lot more. Genesis was fine and refined, but Dante had the wildness (and coolness) that the samurai found himself quite liking

[TIME FOR HIS IGNORANCE TO SHOW AGAIN] [CLOSED]

[wittyreplyhere]

Wait what? Devour these souls? Were they seriously expecting him to eat it? He watched in open curiosity as they were sucked into Justin's arm/blade and then watched him approach Nataku with one of the remaining souls. He ignored Nataku's clapping, the guy really did know how to piss him off

[TIME FOR BLANK STARING] [CLOSED]

[soulparadox]

"I do not know how to pray." However, it did not seem like it was required as Justin gathered the souls anyway. He wondered if someone would think it was 'pretty' how they were drawn to the Deathscythe and how it floated through the air. A shake of the head to get some rain water out of his hair before looking to at the soul that was being handed to him.

But, I did not do anything save tell them what they should be doing, and they ignored me. Still, it seemed like the same would happen if he were to bring this point up to Justin. They would do what they want and so he weakly reached up to take the offering. "Thank you for the meal." Tossing it into his mouth, he tilted his head as he did feel a surge of power that helped with the exhaustion that he felt. Just a little, anyway. Is this delicious?

Standing up carefully, he still felt a little sore but at least he would be able to walk. He paused to turn and stare at Dante. Round two? Meaning, he would like to fight like this again, even though he was so exhausted afterward? Why? "It