Devil In A Midnight Mass [CLOSED]

[pharaohking]

Characters: Shinji Hirako, Anthy Himemiya, Muguruma Kensei, and later Penelo
Content: Someone comes out to play, and it wants blood.
Setting: Initially, Shinji's quarters
Time: Following the string of "oshit!" posts. Evening-ish?
Warnings: Creepiness, violence, angst. Oh, and a Hollow.

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[anthypants]

Anthy wasn’t sure what else she should do besides call Kensei. Instinctively, she wanted to keep the matter private. The thought of having one’s secrecy stripped away at a vulnerable time horrified her. When she imagined what she would do if people knew the truth about her, about everything that had happened with her brother, swan diving over the edge of the ship was a reoccurring theme. There were still many things she wanted to keep secret from Shinji, and so she felt protective of his secrets as well. It was what she would want him to do for her

[pharaohking]

Her presence had been felt before she'd even spoken. There was something about Anthy's arrival in a room that cleared up the air, like the quiet calm after a storm. It might've been Shinji's imagination, and his mind could've been playing tricks all those times, but now it was real. He felt her come through the door, heard her kneel at his side.

"Anthy," he exhaled, swallowing a shudder as the pain spiked with every shallow breath. "You shouldn't be." Even like this, the boy couldn't send her away so easily. It was with every fibre of his being that he wished she was not here, because she'd promised him she'd leave if she thought she was in danger, and those kinds of promises were supposed to be kept. Was that what she'd wait for? For her safety for be at risk? Breaking the promise was the least of his worries; it was what happened after she broke it.

Silently, he prayed that she would get the message, and get out before it was too late.

Because if Shinji was forced to take her life because of this, he would never forgive himself.

[anthypants]

Anthy’s face was gentle. She would not have thought it pitying, but she hated to see him like that. "It’s okay," she said, still speaking very softly, just above a whisper. "I called Kensei. He’ll be here soon, and I’ll wait with you until he gets here. Everything’s going to be fine

[pharaohking]

His breath hitched lightly at her touch, as though the brush startled him more than it should've. She was too close. She was way too close. The logical part of the blond's brain kicked in as he trembled under her fingers, and gripped the sheets even tighter.

"Not safe," he whispered in warning, finding that he was losing the ability to form complete sentences. Not exactly a good sign. As Shinji panted against the comforter, he could feel a cold darkness begin to creep into his left eye like an all-consuming plague. It felt strange, and almost foreign, though he knew it was a part of him. But it'd been so long that he nearly forgot what it was like to be taken over.

Now was not the time for her to make more promises. Now was the time for her to go.

this be fight thread ♥

[pharaohking]

Eventually the short game of cat and mouse came to an end in a dying rice field quite a ways from the 4423. The Hollow paused and waited very patiently for the other man to arrive, unmoving once more. By now the sun had begun to set in the horizon, the sky painted in a variety of shades of violet and loud oranges and pinks. Shadows danced across the left side of the mask, dipping into the creases and over divots to cast an ominous cover over the boning. A moment later, its hand twitched, the blade slashing against the stalks of grass, as though it was an agitated dog.

And so it waited for Kensei, as it would continue to wait even if the sun went down.

FIGHTO.

[kirekaze]

It didn't have to wait that long, fortunately - Kensei soon appeared a minute or so later after the Hollow, brows furrowing as he panted audibly once he came to a stop. Having to use shunpo for such an extended period of time had done nothing but wear him out even more; he was never the best at using his magic abilities save for honing it through Tachikaze, and now being made to do this... it was pretty clear-cut that the usage had taken it's intended toll on him.

Still, he wasn't going to let this weakness falter him from his task at hand. Kensei forced himself up straight, raising up his zanpaktou as he forced himself to even his breathing - with the way he was now, he was only going to put himself at the disadvantage. While he did that, he waited on his own end for his opponent to strike first; if it did, then it would be easier for him to get the advantage. Being a Vaizard, he did know what it was like having to face a foe like the one before him - and what better way than to put that knowledge to it's intended, proper use?

/cue battle music

[pharaohking]

What better way indeed?

There was nothing in the air save for a sharp breeze and the sound of Kensei's panting, which lessened over the time that the Hollow stood and merely surveyed him. Was the human expecting him to attack? No, not a human. It could smell the Hollow on him; he reeked of death. Did he know it? Surely he did.

The Hollow tilted its head. Yes, he was waiting for an ttack.

But instead of making the first move, it gripped the sword hilt tightly, reitasu levels spiking eratically in a matter of seconds. The energy was dark and heavy-- almost wrong. Diseased. Beneath the mask, it growled lowly as even the wind stopped howling past it in the field.

/dun dun dun dun

[kirekaze]

The sudden increase of magic from the Hollow was something he could feel all too easily, and Kensei found himself far too used to the (disgusting, revolting) force to be to wholly affected by it. Still, he couldn't help but feel the surge of bile that threatened to come up his throat while the sick, queasy feeling that was associated with the Hollow energies. Normally he wouldn't feel it, but considering as how this was the Long Night season...

The silver-haired man bit down on his bottom lip as he narrowed his eyes, breaths evening out as he managed to catch his breath. His fingers tightened around the grip of his zanpaktou, gripping the handle of his dagger tightly as he swung it down to let out a large blast of wind towards his opponent. He gave no reprieve for that though, as he rushed in right behind the attack with Tachikaze on the ready to strike once he was in range.