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PARANOIA [o] Apr 7, 2013 21:47:14 GMT 1

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IT’S JUST THE TWO OF US ON AN EMPTY ROAD, A CORPSE AND I.

i've become an enemy in the mirror, doesn't it hurt?

Ghosts, spirits, the supernatural. They were all around her, she could feel it. And she did not like feeling their presence but there was nothing she could do. She tightened her fists until the whites of her knuckles showed. She cared naught for the danger, though, instead of the danger of her being exposed for what she was prematurely. She had yet to enter a new town and didn't know what would happen if she were to expose her form here. The world around her was that of an endless whisper, souls that were dead and dying speaking to them, and Chiyoko was just short of covering her ears and cowering in a hole, [had she no pride].

Suddenly, a sound caught her attention, halting her footsteps for a moment just long enough so that she could train in on the source, filtering out the white noise from the winds raging around them, and picking out the nearly quiet footsteps --- the sound of someone approaching. Feeling insecure, she immediately reached for her weapon-- her scythe, in case the creature, human, spirit, or whatever was hostile.

It was at times like these, she hoped that the air around them made her seem almost inhuman [because she definitely was], her white hair flying all around her and contrasting all of her surroundings. Her eyes were a striking red, seeming to pierce the air before her, and very likely to be easily visible to people far away. Her scythe -- well, that was just a questionable weapon in general. Who even walked around with one as a weapon besides a farmer? It was all about those thin knives nowadays, right? With a click of her tongue, she fell silent. Now she'd just await their arrival.

Chiyoko tensed a bit when the light crunching became heavier --- closer. Well, at least they could confirm it was no spirit. Spirits left no footsteps, made no mark on the world.

"Announce yourself" She said to the emptiness before her. Well, for all she knew, she could be speaking to her stupid hallucinating consciousness. Everything was just so weird. The fog was just unhelpful.

Cold definitely muddled with her brain. Frustrating.

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 8, 2013 10:10:54 GMT 1

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Post by SHIRO TAKASHI on Apr 8, 2013 10:10:54 GMT 1

He had ventured farther from home than usual this time. His fellow slayers wouldn't approve, but he didn't give a rat's ass about what they thought. They were cowards– cowards and nothing more. His tribe normally kept within designated borders, only sending the most skilled hunters into uncharted territory upon request, but Shiro hadn't felt like waiting for permission. His feral spirit had grown restless, as the woodland surrounding his village had been empty of beasts for the past week, and he hated the feeling of uselessness the silence brought. He needed a fresh hide to sink his blade into— to curve the frustration that was welling up inside him. He wasn't a patient man, often rash in his actions, and he simply couldn't wait any longer for a demon to fall into the palm of his hand. He would go and find one. He would bring back the head of a ruthless monster and put its bones on display at the entrance of the camp to ward off future evils.

Over the course of the last few days, on foot, he had journeyed to the treacherous hillsides of Japan's most rocky region. He had told no one where he was headed– left without a word. Perhaps it was a foolish decision, but Shiro didn't want anyone trying to thwart his plans. Besides, he didn't enjoy cooperating with others while he was on the hunt, as company only got in his way. Alone, he was now making his way cautiously through a dense, fog-ridden grove of trees. If there were any demons roaming the landscape, he knew this would be a popular hideout for them, as no mortal in their right mind would dare venture into the dark expanse of ominous woods. Even the courageous hunter himself felt a wave of uneasiness pass through his soul as he crept forward, squinting through the thick mist that hung in the air. He was undoubtedly lost, but for the moment, he was in denial about this.

That– and he was on the trail of something, too caught up in the dangerous game to care if his sense of direction was skewed. Shiro had noticed a set of footprints in the mud, and while he couldn't say with certainly that they belonged to a demon, he wouldn't dismiss the possibility. He was, however, closer than he thought to finding his target, as a female's voice suddenly pierced the veil of silence. Shiro stopped in his tracks, head snapping up as his icy, blue eyes met with a pair of red orbs. It took a moment for the mist to clear, but when it did, he found a silver-haired women to be standing before him, looking more apparition than human. Could she be– ? "Friend or foe?" he inquired cryptically, voice hushed, fingertips resting on the handle of his sheathed weapon. A shiver ran down his spine, but he brushed it off as a chill in the air. The hue of her eyes was not of the human world, but as rash as Shiro was, he would not take a life without being certain.

"He who fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster."

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 8, 2013 12:19:26 GMT 1

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Post by CHIYOKO on Apr 8, 2013 12:19:26 GMT 1

IT’S JUST THE TWO OF US ON AN EMPTY ROAD, A CORPSE AND I.

i've become an enemy in the mirror, doesn't it hurt?

A human creature with long hair and blue eyes --- and was that a sword she saw on his belt? Armed humans were always more annoying to deal with because they could overpower her when she did not use her power. Sure, she had been training for almost a hundred years, but she was to no extent a true professional. She simply learned out of self-preservation and had done so in spurts. Keeping her scythe conveniently at hand, she willed the wind to blast a bit harder, giving her just that much more cover if he should decide she were an enemy. His first words seemed quite hostile. Chiyoko did not want to deal with it right now. She was more in the mood for--- well, hiding? Pushing back a bit more hair with her left hand, she stepped forward [with small steps].

"I could be both." Attempt one: To confuse. If he has to think about it for a moment, perhaps he'd give her another chance to talk her way out of it! Or---- his moment of confusion could lead to an irrational impulsive decision to launch himself at her in which case she'd probably have to leap back and be on the defensive.

"Tell me, wha--- er, who are you?" Eck! The cold was muddling her brain, and her instincts were speaking instead of her mind. She almost called him a petty human. If he could read thoughts, --- no, if he could read thoughts she would have already been attacked [and most likely already fled]. If he were smart, he would have caught on easily to what she was saying originally but if he were slightly confused [ and the wind blew hard enough to muddle her words ] perhaps he will assume he himself had misheard.

[ eeek, i haven't rped humans in so long. excuse my -- incapabilities please ; -- ; ]

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 9, 2013 7:04:45 GMT 1

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Post by SHIRO TAKASHI on Apr 9, 2013 7:04:45 GMT 1

Shiro narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips together as the cold wind stung his cheeks. Her words didn't confuse him– rather, they provoked him. "Both is as good as foe to me," he growled quietly, fingers carefully curling around the handle of his blade. He wouldn't use it just yet, but he was fairly sure this woman wasn't fully human, and unless she gave him a good reason not to, he would feel no remorse in slitting her throat. Her next slip of words nearly confirmed that, as Shiro was quite certain she had been about to ask what he was. Then again– he supposed he could ask her the same question. "Takashi, Shiro– of the east," he answered without missing a beat, and then went on to provide her with a what to go along with his who. "Slayer of beasts." It wasn't the most friendly of introductions, but he was no longer in the safety of his village, and such circumstances didn't call for a cheery name exchange– not that he'd ever been very docile.

"Your turn." Upon finishing his own, short introduction, Shiro nodded to the female, waiting to hear what she had to say. If she was a demon, it was certainly odd that she was wasting her breath talking to him, as the demons Shiro had met with were untamed, bloodthirsty beasts. He had heard ancient tales of the monsters disguising themselves as mortals to fool their chasers, but to have a full-out conversation seemed a bit odd, and she hardly seemed to be hostile. A bit eerie, yes, but not ravenous for human flesh. Perhaps the hunter had been mistaken in his hastiness to draw his katana.

"He who fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster."

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 10, 2013 21:02:20 GMT 1

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Post by CHIYOKO on Apr 10, 2013 21:02:20 GMT 1

IT’S JUST THE TWO OF US ON AN EMPTY ROAD, A CORPSE AND I.

i've become an enemy in the mirror, doesn't it hurt?

A hunter. It didn't matter how they glorified the term. Slayer, hunter, destroyer, murderer. They were all the same. That would explain his seeming obsession with his sword, his rough words, and probably his aggression when he started to inquire her. Time to deflect! She could always feed him lies, tell him about how she was born in a different country. She didn't know how well educated the boy was --- would he accept the story that girls from far west had white hair? Wanting to shake her head, she pushed those thoughts aside. It seemed that he would be difficult to deal with. She realized now she was treading on dangerous ground. One misstep and he would probably act impulsively. She tsked to herself inside her mind, before deciding to change her approach. She wouldn't be weak. She was probably over a hundred years older! Where was this child's respect!

She stepped forward, a new look in her eye, a new intent, [but not a ravenous one], aggressive, but more of a--- offended aggressive. "HEY! I'M THE ONE ASKING THE QUESTIONS HERE! Don't be disrespectful, boy." oh, my god- she paused midstep, suddenly realizing what she had done. She wasn't usually like this- she was usually more collected--- she took a moment to pause, to calm herself, surprise and her mind seeming to be two being wrestling inside her mind, and her step was uneven.

She knew she should never let her mind astray, if she did, she would fumble, fail, fall. Her human motor controls weren't exactly the best. But jumping back to the present, she realized she had no time to be surprised. She was falling. Furiously trying to regain her balance, a futile effort, she leaped back and readjusted herself with the help of the wind. Totally natural. Clearing her throat, she straightened herself completely and began to dust some snow off her outfit. "But to satisfy your curiosity, --" she paused for a moment, while gathering a plausible identity, "my name is Yamamoto Chihiro."

She decided to think naught of the cold and how it was affecting her judgement, nor of the fact that she probably looked a lot younger than the 'boy' and yet she was commanding him like a superior -- because she was. Her scythe fell in the snow somewhere amidst her --- 'fall'.

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 11, 2013 4:14:00 GMT 1

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Post by SHIRO TAKASHI on Apr 11, 2013 4:14:00 GMT 1

Shiro quirked a brow skeptically as the woman's tone changed, speculating over her sudden shift in voice. "What have I said that's offended you so?" he inquired calmly, expression unchanging. "I didn't ask a question– did I? Rather, I pointed out that it was your turn to speak." He knew his clever tongue would get him nowhere good, but he was simply stating facts. What had he said to provoke the quick change of temperament? Or, perhaps she simply didn't like his occupation? "Besides," he added under his breath, "it is only proper manners, after inquiring about another's identity, to give your own." He narrowed his eyes, locking fierce, blue irises with the female's crimson ones. "Is it not?" The corners of his lips perked up into a faint, crooked smirk, as if daring his new acquaintance to challenge his reasoning. His actions were unnecessarily provocative, but it wouldn't be the first time he got under someone's skin with his wit. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

He finally received a name– Chihiro, she said– but he still wasn't satisfied. The demon slayer took a step forward, and then another, the tips of his fingers never leaving the sheath of his katana. Her outburst hadn't frightened him. If anything– it had only served to intrigue his curiosity. The silver-haired girl looked young; although, he knew that an immortal's appearance could be deceiving– if that's indeed what she was. But then– if so, why bother staying in a mortal guise? Protection? Perhaps she assumed he wouldn't draw if she looked like a poor, defenseless child? Think again. Shiro eyed the scythe that now rested on the ground between them, and then took another step toward the female, placing a foot defiantly atop the weapon. "–What brings you so far into the mountains?" He saw it as a reasonable question, as it was rather odd to meet someone in such a gloomy place, no matter how one looked at it. "I heard demons congregate in these parts– it's not safe for little girls."

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 12, 2013 14:59:58 GMT 1

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IT’S JUST THE TWO OF US ON AN EMPTY ROAD, A CORPSE AND I.

i've become an enemy in the mirror, doesn't it hurt?

She ignored his question about what had caused her offense. She wanted neither to admit her age nor to admit that the cold made her weak, irritable, and somewhat illogical. Sure, she was aware that she was being illogical but her mouth seemed to react faster than her brain. The more he spoke, the more irritable she became, mentally starting to wish she could lash out, and involuntarily causing the wind to stir once more. The environment reacted to her anger, her familiarity with her powers too little that she could not control it very well either. How unfortunate for her that this boy seemed like he was somewhat smart and knew demons fairly well. But her mind still had some restraint, and she knew that if she messed up here, she'd have to travel very far before she reached a place where this man's voice could not reach. She might even have to run to a different country for a while if he was very capable. So she calmed herself. "Are you implying I have no manners?" Defiant. Young. and Emotionally affected. She met his gaze with her own, holding it, except somewhere inside her she felt almost scared. This man had much over her if she wanted to maintain her image. Perhaps killing him would be for the best. It'd prevent any word spreading, and if it happens out here, nobody would suspect anything. Besides, if he were dead, she wouldn't have to deal with his irritating logic, his twist of words.

When she heard a crunch on the ground, she glanced down to see that he'd stepped atop her scythe. That's an antique! she wanted to gasp, but she withheld her anger again. Composed, she reassured herself. Stay composed. So she tilted a head, pressed her lips together for a moment before relaxing a bit and taking a step away for every step he advanced. Perhaps that would encourage to step off of her scythe so she could slide around him quickly and grab it from behind it, or if the situation called for it, from beneath him. Mulling his question over slowly, waiting a suitable amount of heartbeats before she sighed and responded, acting as if all her fighting spirit had died out, "Is it that uncommon to find a wanderer? There's tough little girls too you know."

She was resorting to seeming weak again. Perhaps his morality would come before his sword, and she could free herself from this ridiculous situation. She hated how the cold left her without a sense of direction. It wasn't like she could just change form and launch herself into the sky. Especially with that man in possession of her scythe. And even in her demon form, it wasn't like she could fight very well either. She had no experience, and all she could do in this situation would be blow up a storm. From what she'd observed of this man, she didn't think that would do much to him besides maybe send his hair flying. His determination seemed very solid, like he had some motive for being here with her. But his gaze was definitely that of a hunter, and it made Chiyoko uneasy. Perhaps that morality that she was playing for would never appear.

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 14, 2013 12:24:03 GMT 1

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Post by SHIRO TAKASHI on Apr 14, 2013 12:24:03 GMT 1

"Perhaps," Shiro answered with a smug smile, holding his ground under the female's defiant stare. The wind stirred, tousling his dark hair. It was becoming gradually more evident to him that this was not a human, but he made no move to attack. It would have been wise of him to take the blade to her neck while she was in this weaker form, if she was really something else, but Shiro found little appeal in slitting the throat of a creature who wore a mask. When he made his kill, he wanted a fight– a challenge. He wanted to feel the high of rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. It was this rash ambition that set him apart from the other slayers of his village. They fought for the safety of their homeland– but Shiro fought for vengeance. He had bloodied his hands for the sole purpose of repaying the supernatural entities for their malicious deeds, and in the process, without realising his demise, he had fallen to their lowly ranks. He had become one of them.

As quickly as the female's defiance had surfaced, it disappeared again, and Shiro watched as she backed away. Maybe she was merely a lone wanderer– or she had realised his true intent. Either way, she didn't seem too keen on answering his question, instead replying with an inquiry of her own, and it was her reluctance to answer that provoked the hunter's suspicions. "I suppose you could ask the same of me, couldn't you?" he mused, eyes never leaving the girl with the hair as white as snow. "You must admit it is rather odd–" So caught up in his own musings, Shiro failed to notice that her retreat was feigned, and he continued his advance, freeing the scythe from under his foot. "–to meet another in such a dark place." He paused in his step, expression scrutinizing as he pondered his next move. "You haven't seen any– have you? Monsters?" Tension was building, and while he would rather not make the first move, he was growing impatient with their banter. Perhaps if he drew his weapon, he would receive the answer he was seeking.

"He who fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster."

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 14, 2013 19:21:55 GMT 1

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IT’S JUST THE TWO OF US ON AN EMPTY ROAD, A CORPSE AND I.

i've become an enemy in the mirror, doesn't it hurt?

Perhaps? Was he taunting her? She wanted to echo his words in disbelief, to step forward and become aggressive, ~~but she was lacking the method at the moment, and she was unarmed.~~ Surely a hunter doesn't attack a girl unarmed? ... and without the will to fight? It was a morality game. Humans seemed to have lots of it when it concerned their own type, but when it came to demons, it was like all of it vanished. You can't stab your friend in the back -- unless it's a demon. So she was trying her best to keep all suspicions of her actual nature away ~~which was not really working with his onslaught of questions~~. Had she the method, perhaps she could have screamed and called out for other demons to arrive. Surely he could defeat one, but many? The new ideas began to churn in her mind, searching for something a little more do-able. Because in reality, she knew very few demons --- and the ones she knew didn't particularly like her and her 'let's show our kindness to humans' attitude, and the 'let's not kill them all the time' preachings.

And then the man goes on to ask himself questions in a way. Questions she hadn't thought of but were certainly ones she was going to use to draw time out, maybe distract him from the fact he was standing on a weapon of her's. And that moment when he finally lifted his foot from her weapon, she felt a tingle of glee pass through her, but she kept her face wiped clean of celebrative expressions. She hadn't really said anything and he just continued. He was a talkative hunter --- or did predator seem to suit him more?

Since he'd stepped off of her scythe, her first priority was to get it back in her hands. She kept stepping back slowly. The more distance she can put between him and her scythe, the more time she has to leap over him and just grab it in time to defend from any incoming strike. She'd figure everything else out from there on. Stalling, stalling... "I think the darkest place is in a human heart." Bam. Something for him to chew on--- but also something that if over thought could indicate her inhumanness. Then again, she could always twist the words around, just like he, and say it's to mean she did not want to include animals within the equation.

"That's the only place I've ever seen a Monster."
Ooops. Her mouth moved faster than her brain this time. Thinking quickly she began to reach for words, anything to explain what she'd meant. "... but if you meant Demons ..." She stopped her retreat, slowly summoning the wind behind the man to draw away the scythe. She wanted to draw all his attention to herself now, keep his mind away from looking back or wondering what sorts of sound he was starting to hear, keep his mind from wandering away.

With a few quick steps, she managed to place herself right before him, close enough that he could probably see her breath as it floated away. And a lot too close for her own comfort, but she was also close enough to bring her weapon to herself if needed, or just jump into the sky and avoid anything. And she was much too close for him to draw his sword and stab her easily. If he'd tried to back away, she'd just place herself right there in front of him if needed. She was far too close for her own comfort, but this seemed like the best way to distract. Her red eyes stared straight at him, her mind struggling to find words. "I may have seen a few. But which were real and which were the demons in our hearts --- I am unsure." She put her hand up, trying to cover his heart, but if he flinched, she would just stand there, hand held up with her palm facing away. Unarmed, 'innocent', and an easy target.

Now she could only pray he had some morality.

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 15, 2013 20:44:31 GMT 1

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Shiro's eyes narrowed at the female's words, upper lip curling back in distaste. Whether he wanted to or not, his mind was forced to ponder the truthfulness of her statement. Were humans monsters? He snorted at the irony of the words, unable to take them seriously. He had seen evil far worse than human suffering– it was burned into his mind forever. The bloody corpses that had littered his village that day had been the product of a demon's rage. A human would never destroy so ruthlessly. "The only place I've seen a monster is in the eyes of a demon," he seethed venomously. The hunter's voice came out in a quiet growl between clenched teeth, almost animalistic, and a fire suddenly raged behind his fierce, blue eyes. Something inside his spirit had snapped with the triggered memories the girl's words brought. He let out a loud huff, breath fogging in the air in front of him, and any patience he'd once possessed seemed to melt away.

The raven-haired man had just about backed the female against a tree, but his advance was suddenly halted as she changed the direction of her steps. Shiro stopped, allowing her to approach him, holding his ground with a cold, steadfast gaze. He didn't flinch when the girl's hand hovered over his chest. The slayer felt the sudden urge to draw his weapon, uncomfortable with their closeness, but there was not enough space for him to swing his sword. Instead, he swiftly threw up his arm, fingers twining around his opponent's throat in less than a heartbeat. His grip was firm, but soft enough to cause her no pain. It was a warning. He could feel her warm pulse under his warm fingertips– her essence of life. "Why do you take the side of the beast?" he growled in quiet defiance. She was one of them– she had to be. Surely no human would say such a wretched thing about their own kind.

Although Shiro didn't realise it, and refused to think about it , the girl's words may have been more correct than anyone knew, for the most gruesome of demons festered in the hunter's bitter soul. Of course– he had never once thought to look within himself for his salvation. He would fight until he died. He would find his justice in the blood of monster's black heart.

"He who fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster."

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 15, 2013 21:14:18 GMT 1

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IT’S JUST THE TWO OF US ON AN EMPTY ROAD, A CORPSE AND I.

i've become an enemy in the mirror, doesn't it hurt?

She had a sudden urge to trace her fingernail along his neck, an action that would suggest her change in mindset i become hostile, except she knew that would be futile. The entire time since they met, it seemed like their eyes hardly ever left each other, and she didn't mind. "Have you ever properly looked inside the eyes of a demon?" She waited a few heartbeats before continuing, "because I can't imagine that their killing intent would be any stronger than yours." She had basically given up her human guise, and was now just trying to urge him away from killing her. Except provoking him was probably not going to help her cause at all.

His claws came up to embrace her throat. Funny. He was no different from a cat playing with her prey. It's like when they are still at the crossroads before they ultimately always choose to kill their prey. Because that was what predators do and one does not goes against one's instinct that easily. But she was defiant and just held his gaze as he held her throat. An unfair exchange. His fingers felt colder than the environment that enveloped them, and she thought it was strange. Glancing down towards his arm that protruded beyond her chin, she placed her own hand around his wrist, reveling in his colder body. "I always thought humans were warm." and then she had completely given up being human right there. "But I suppose that's why I always ultimately get swayed towards the Beasts."

She tightened her grip on his wrist, encasing it within her own claws before raising her eyes back to his. "Isn't it fascinating? Beasts are warmer than humans?" She hoped he wouldn't try to tighten his grip with her hand around his own. It was like they could be at equilibrium.

Her scythe had already been dragged a fair ways closer and it was close enough that if she made an abrupt dive for it, she could grab it now. This'll do.

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 18, 2013 9:58:29 GMT 1

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Her final words confirmed every suspicion Shiro had been harboring, and he felt the familiar throb of adrenaline pulse through his veins upon making this dire realisation. "Not for long," he growled between gritted teeth, eyes flashing. The hunter knew pulling away would be futile, as demons beared the strength of a hundred men. Instead, he only tightened his fingers around her throat, pushing against her delicate flesh as he tried to create space between their bodies. But then– if she was truly a monster, why did she bother keeping her human form? Was she really going to try to take his life (and fail) in such a weak guise? Most demons would have switched forms by now, and, in fact, she was one of the few beasts Shiro had encountered that wore a human mask for a face. He couldn't help but wonder why? It seemed like a waste of energy in a place as foreboding as this.

"Are you going to fight me in this pathetic form?" he snarled, upper lip curling back in repulsion. He didn't want to kill her like this. He wanted to see what kind of monster she was underneath. He needed to see. Without waiting for a response, Shiro thrust his knee forward, upward into what he thought would be the soft part of her stomach. As he did this, he tried to jump back, only praying that his sudden blow would cripple his opponent enough to make her release his arm. It shouldn't be too much to hope for– at least while she was wore this meek disguise. Then again, he could always chop her arm off if she didn't cooperate. "Why don't you–" He was on a warpath, and there was little that could stop him. "Show me your face."

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 23, 2013 3:32:44 GMT 1

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Have you stopped breathing? Has your heart frozen over? Will you always watch me? How long will you hate me? Have you stopped breathing? Has your heart frozen over? Will you always watch me? How long will you hate me?Beneath the street light, blood dyed scarlet eyes Look at me with intensity, like a frustrated lion. It’s just the two of us in an empty road, a corpse and I. Avoiding the eyes of God, I lay it in the trunk, not breathing, feeling my hidden sins

His grip tightened, and she nearly gasped yet something stood between her pride and her life so she decided to clench her teeth and bare with it. Her own fingers tightened dramatically over his wrist as he did so, more in defense than anything really. If he couldn't pull away and get enough distance between them, that would mean he had less room to draw his sword. And if he couldn't draw his sword, she still had the advantage. Her scowl blended into a smile, a mischievous smile in response to his words. "Pathetic?" she mocked, her fingers began to dig in, and she pushed herself towards him, hoping that he'd get forced to bend his arm anyways, and letting go.

"Are you calling yourself pathetic?" But her words trailed off because his knee collided with her body. Despite being a demon inside, she was also a young weak woman. Sure, it didn't really hit anything important, but it definitely hurt and sent her reeling back, her fingers letting go leaving what she hoped would be a nice cut from her nails. She nearly stumbled as her body hit the tree trunk, a gasp leaving her. She'd forgotten it was there. How fortunate for her though, for she had something to support her. Her scythe was beside them by now so she reached over and snatched it from the ground before this hunter could do anything. Stubborn as he was to make her transform, she matched his stubbornness with her will not to transform.

"You'll have to peel off my skin, and even then I won't oblige," she taunted, but inside she was beginning to panic. She wasn't strong. She wasn't even powerful as a demon. She was just. young.

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SHIRO TAKASHI

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 30, 2013 10:11:35 GMT 1

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Post by SHIRO TAKASHI on Apr 30, 2013 10:11:35 GMT 1

Ignoring the sharp sting that her nails left on his flesh, Shiro danced hastily back as the female's– no, demon's– hand slipped away from his arm. The moment that the hunter was free, he wasted no time in drawing his katana, swiftly tearing the weapon from its sheath. The tip of the blade glinted in the eerie light, and his heart pounded wildly. He barely heard his opponent bounce his insult back at him. "Humans are pathetic," he spat haughtily, refusing to let her taunts get under his skin. He knew his kind was weak– he'd seen how easily a human body could be torn apart, how easily the knees could crumple and the limbs could be ripped away. "But that won't stop me from putting an end to you." It never had before. Pathetic his body may be– but his spirit was strong enough for a hundred soldiers.

His alert eyes watched as the beast grabbed her scythe, and he let her. It didn't make a difference to him– would that really be more useful than the talons she was hiding? He didn't understand her reluctance to change forms, as she had long since blown her cover– unless she had figured out that it was what he was waiting for. Even so, most demons wouldn't hesitate to transform and rip apart their enemy's flesh. "And why is that?" Shiro growled between gritted teeth, impatiently adjusting his hold on his sword. He took a step forward, and then another, debating his options. If worse came to worst and she denied his wishes, he supposed he would have to finish it anyway, wouldn't he? He'd just have to live without the pride of bringing its head back as a hunting trophy to put on display.

"Playing hard to get?" A dangerous simper pulled at the man's lips.

"He who fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster."

CHIYOKO

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' HOPE IS JUST A PAPER BOAT THAT SINKS, ISN'T IT SAD? '

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PARANOIA [o] Apr 30, 2013 18:54:44 GMT 1

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Post by CHIYOKO on Apr 30, 2013 18:54:44 GMT 1

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Have you stopped breathing? Has your heart frozen over? Will you always watch me? How long will you hate me? Have you stopped breathing? Has your heart frozen over? Will you always watch me? How long will you hate me?Beneath the street light, blood dyed scarlet eyes Look at me with intensity, like a frustrated lion. It’s just the two of us in an empty road, a corpse and I. Avoiding the eyes of God, I lay it in the trunk, not breathing, feeling my hidden sins

She gripped her scythe tighter, suddenly remembering that she had one more defensive tactic, one more hidden weapon. Unfortunately, it was cold, misty, windy and everything but warm out thus causing her power to wane and weaken as time drew on. She relied on the sun for her power, and with the sun completely blocked out, she could feel the toll on her body. Her mentality was already being broken by the cold. It seemed like the entire world could be against her now. Putting a sad, pitying smirk on her face, "Because what fun is there in getting whatever you wish for?" With each advance he took, she tensed herself more. She was backed up against a tree and she didn't really want to give him the ability to get behind her, so she might as well stand here.

"Cats play with their claws sheathed, do they not?" She felt his blood lust and it wasn't getting any smaller. There were lots of trees clustered around them, and she could almost feel the pulse of life within each one (but that pulse was probably her own). Closing her eyes briefly, she took a few deep breaths, calming herself as best as she could without leaving too much time for weakness. She held her weapon before her, so even if he were to lunge, she would be prepared. As her mind calmed, she began to try to feel for the warmth and energy of the world.

Her eyes reopened on the exhale.
The same breath as the ends of the pine needles closest to her began to flicker to life, the flames just beginning their journey to engulf the world. Flames-- the living cause of destruction and renewal.

She returned his coy smile, "Well, if you want to play, l won't hold back." Another bluff.

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