Post by Mei Rowan on Jun 7, 2017 21:05:21 GMT -5
It never ended, the hunt. She’d been grateful for that, once; there was always something to do, some monster to slay, some creature to defeat, some beast to drive off. It had given her purpose, a goal to strive towards that went beyond her family. But it had never been anything more than that, never been more than something to do to pass the time. She hadn’t wanted to admit it, hadn’t wanted to claim that violence as anything but an accessory to her normal life, but these last few weeks with Alex had opened her eyes. She enjoyed it, enjoyed the thrill, the rush of adrenaline as she hurtled through the sky. She’d always expressed a distaste for combat, always tried to distance herself from that tangled mess of emotions and danger and yet, somewhere along the way, that changed.
Mei stood atop a crumbled rooftop above the ruined section of Karakura and listened to the discordant symphony of voices that sung below her. The song of the city pierced through the constant surge of rain that had battered the town, but only just, each melody muffled by the howling wind that cut through her cloak. Despite the weather, however, all was not quiet in the ruins below- a trio of signatures had caught her attention, clustered together as they were. A family, huddled within the confines of a ramshackle house not fifty meters from where she stood. Three souls, unable to pass on. Three people, tormented by the failures of their past. Three monsters, wait to break their chains and slaughter one another.
Three Hollows she would kill, long before that happened.
She slipped through the sky on motes of blueish light, her Hirenkyaku depositing her at the entrance of the ruined home in the blink of an eye. They were, of course, chained by fate to haunt this place until their souls twisted into something grotesque, something vile and unnatural and evil. Her uncle had always claimed that what they did was a mercy- that, by destroying a Hollow’s soul, it freed them from the curse of the cycle and let them truly, finally pass on. She’d never bothered to question him, but it wasn’t until she joined the Order that she came to understand just what it was he meant.
Her bow formed without thought, each particle thrumming with power as she pulled back against it, focusing in on her targets. Three Hollows. Three shots. One pull. Reishi swirled around her in a torrent of blue light, building within her grasp until it all but overflowed. Aodh’s words filled her mind, his directions guiding her as she took aim at the beasts-to-be. “Focus the stream, direct it. Control it, but let it flow, let it move only in the direction you choose. And then, when it is about to burst free of your grasp...” She let it go. “Release: Yèyǔ.” Three bolts of burning spirit particles flew from her bow, each one focused in on one of the immobile souls with pinpoint accuracy.
She hadn’t mastered the technique, not yet; three shots was her limit, whereas Sternritter Birith could fire thousands with a single pull. Still, it was a useful skill, one she was glad to know, particularly in a situation such as this. Demi-Hollow’s were known to be unpredictable- killing one of the three would alert the others to her presence, which might force the other two to Hollowfy before she could deal with them. No, better to take them out all at once, so nothing and no one could possibly hope to interfer-
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[ P: 597]
[ T: 597]
Jian Oreachi
Mei stood atop a crumbled rooftop above the ruined section of Karakura and listened to the discordant symphony of voices that sung below her. The song of the city pierced through the constant surge of rain that had battered the town, but only just, each melody muffled by the howling wind that cut through her cloak. Despite the weather, however, all was not quiet in the ruins below- a trio of signatures had caught her attention, clustered together as they were. A family, huddled within the confines of a ramshackle house not fifty meters from where she stood. Three souls, unable to pass on. Three people, tormented by the failures of their past. Three monsters, wait to break their chains and slaughter one another.
Three Hollows she would kill, long before that happened.
She slipped through the sky on motes of blueish light, her Hirenkyaku depositing her at the entrance of the ruined home in the blink of an eye. They were, of course, chained by fate to haunt this place until their souls twisted into something grotesque, something vile and unnatural and evil. Her uncle had always claimed that what they did was a mercy- that, by destroying a Hollow’s soul, it freed them from the curse of the cycle and let them truly, finally pass on. She’d never bothered to question him, but it wasn’t until she joined the Order that she came to understand just what it was he meant.
Her bow formed without thought, each particle thrumming with power as she pulled back against it, focusing in on her targets. Three Hollows. Three shots. One pull. Reishi swirled around her in a torrent of blue light, building within her grasp until it all but overflowed. Aodh’s words filled her mind, his directions guiding her as she took aim at the beasts-to-be. “Focus the stream, direct it. Control it, but let it flow, let it move only in the direction you choose. And then, when it is about to burst free of your grasp...” She let it go. “Release: Yèyǔ.” Three bolts of burning spirit particles flew from her bow, each one focused in on one of the immobile souls with pinpoint accuracy.
She hadn’t mastered the technique, not yet; three shots was her limit, whereas Sternritter Birith could fire thousands with a single pull. Still, it was a useful skill, one she was glad to know, particularly in a situation such as this. Demi-Hollow’s were known to be unpredictable- killing one of the three would alert the others to her presence, which might force the other two to Hollowfy before she could deal with them. No, better to take them out all at once, so nothing and no one could possibly hope to interfer-
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[ P: 597]
[ T: 597]
Jian Oreachi