Post by Ayano Shirazaki on Feb 12, 2016 22:13:40 GMT -5
The trail ran cold.
Ayano had lost sight of the one that she pursued.
The air was cold and dead. The world that had lay beyond the strange portal that Shion entered was just the same. Ruins littered the place, the sky was grey and cloudy. The world was dead, that was without a doubt. All this destruction and devastation made that abundantly clear. And judging from some of the signs that had managed to make it through whatever apocalyptic event had occurred, this city was none other than Kanehira itself. Strange, very strange. She was not sure why her Shion would come to a place like this. She would have to retrieve her. No harm could befall her precious Shion. Not anymore. She would make sure of it.
And yet not a few more steps had her coming face-to-face with quite the thing.
A young woman with a head of long pink hair styled in pigtails, two hanging as frontal locks featuring a pair of red bows, and the back pigtails left bare. Yellow eyes shined out from an almost lazy expression as a dark aura seemed to radiate from the doppelganger. She was dressed just like Ayano, both wore dark pants and a zipped up grey hoodie. Yet when the double's mouth opened, the voice was both the same and not. Rather, it was backed up by a choir of other voices in the fashion of a legion all talking at once.
"Well, well. Out after Shion-sempai, huh?"
Pink eyes stared into the yellow ones.
"What mockery is this?"
The twin began to grin, pearly whites showing.
"She doesn't remember you."
Ayano's eye twitched.
"Stop talking."
A chuckle in that thousandfold voice that sounded like a raucous chorus.
"Its true. All your love for her and she doesn't remember you."
Another twitch.
"I'll help her to remember."
A tilt of the double's head.
"Like you helped her by "removing" the ones that drove her away? How did that work out for you? Nothing to show."
A hand inside the pocket of the hoodie that she wore gripped tight around the handle of her knife.
"They deserved what they got. And if you do not get out of my way, I will get rid of you too. No one shall keep me from Shion."
The dark reflection began to straighten up, the mirth that had once been in its manifold voices now gone.
"And what will you do? I am you. I am all of your obsession with Shion. I am what drives you to do the things you do. I-"
Ayano flew forward before another word could be spouted and her hands grasped around the throat of the doppelganger. The reflection fell back upon the cracked ground, arms flailing at first before the golden eyes locked once more with the pink ones. They were as dead as the world around her. Soulless pink eyes stared down at the wild golden ones. "It does not matter what you are. Nothing shall keep me from Shion." She repeated the words and her grip tightened as even the dark creature seemed bewildered by the depth of her madness. "Not even I will get my own way. Shion is what matters. Shion is all that matters." It kicked and flailed a bit more below her, words coming out as a garbled mess that sounded more like radio static before it ceased to move entirely. "Nothing matters except for her. Not even myself. I will take her. I will protect her. Shion is mine." Her voice turned into a low growl as she spoke to the doppelganger in a way that almost resembled the harsh tone of the thing's own voice. "Now die."
It stopped moving entirely. It spoke no more. Instead, it began to disintegrate. Yet the ashes did not simply lay upon the grind or fly off somewhere. It began to flow into Ayano. As if becoming one with the deranged young woman herself. A voice crept into her mind. Genderless, soundless, but powerful.
Do you seek the power to fulfill your love? To gain what you desire?
"Give it to me."
Ayano replied without any sort of hesitation.
I understand. I shall aid you.
For I am thou... And thou art I... From the torrential sea of thy tempestuous soul I come.
As the voice "spoke" to her mind the first time, a bright blue light began to emanate right in front of her. It would begin to solidify as the voice "spoke" its second line. And as it finished, an image upon the blue card showed a dark-haired individual with a downcast expression as long hair covered all but a white half-mask on a black "face" that was not actually there. Operatic garb was worn upon the body and a set of clawed gloves was worn on one hand.
The Phantom of The Opera.
It spoke one more time. The name of the one that seemed to offer her the power she desired. And instinctively she reached for the strange card that seemed to break away at her slightest touch, the blue light flowing forth before solidifying around Ayano herself. An image appeared in her mind that seemed to take over her sight. Ayano herself stood with arms outstretched almost like a doll before a half-mask appeared upon her face and her clothing changed to resemble the opera-going garb of the figure that had been on the card. And she understood fundamentally that this what she appeared to be now. So long as she utilized the power that it had provided her. And more information began to flow. The things that she could do now. The power to instill within herself an ability to inflict more harm than ever before. That she could use to truly protect her Shion this time around where she had failed before.
Ayano's vision cleared. She placed a hand upon her face where she felt the mask and began to laugh. A wild insane laugh that spoke of the madness deep within. A madness that would not be halted by anything. Not even herself.
Ayano had lost sight of the one that she pursued.
The air was cold and dead. The world that had lay beyond the strange portal that Shion entered was just the same. Ruins littered the place, the sky was grey and cloudy. The world was dead, that was without a doubt. All this destruction and devastation made that abundantly clear. And judging from some of the signs that had managed to make it through whatever apocalyptic event had occurred, this city was none other than Kanehira itself. Strange, very strange. She was not sure why her Shion would come to a place like this. She would have to retrieve her. No harm could befall her precious Shion. Not anymore. She would make sure of it.
And yet not a few more steps had her coming face-to-face with quite the thing.
A young woman with a head of long pink hair styled in pigtails, two hanging as frontal locks featuring a pair of red bows, and the back pigtails left bare. Yellow eyes shined out from an almost lazy expression as a dark aura seemed to radiate from the doppelganger. She was dressed just like Ayano, both wore dark pants and a zipped up grey hoodie. Yet when the double's mouth opened, the voice was both the same and not. Rather, it was backed up by a choir of other voices in the fashion of a legion all talking at once.
"Well, well. Out after Shion-sempai, huh?"
Pink eyes stared into the yellow ones.
"What mockery is this?"
The twin began to grin, pearly whites showing.
"She doesn't remember you."
Ayano's eye twitched.
"Stop talking."
A chuckle in that thousandfold voice that sounded like a raucous chorus.
"Its true. All your love for her and she doesn't remember you."
Another twitch.
"I'll help her to remember."
A tilt of the double's head.
"Like you helped her by "removing" the ones that drove her away? How did that work out for you? Nothing to show."
A hand inside the pocket of the hoodie that she wore gripped tight around the handle of her knife.
"They deserved what they got. And if you do not get out of my way, I will get rid of you too. No one shall keep me from Shion."
The dark reflection began to straighten up, the mirth that had once been in its manifold voices now gone.
"And what will you do? I am you. I am all of your obsession with Shion. I am what drives you to do the things you do. I-"
Ayano flew forward before another word could be spouted and her hands grasped around the throat of the doppelganger. The reflection fell back upon the cracked ground, arms flailing at first before the golden eyes locked once more with the pink ones. They were as dead as the world around her. Soulless pink eyes stared down at the wild golden ones. "It does not matter what you are. Nothing shall keep me from Shion." She repeated the words and her grip tightened as even the dark creature seemed bewildered by the depth of her madness. "Not even I will get my own way. Shion is what matters. Shion is all that matters." It kicked and flailed a bit more below her, words coming out as a garbled mess that sounded more like radio static before it ceased to move entirely. "Nothing matters except for her. Not even myself. I will take her. I will protect her. Shion is mine." Her voice turned into a low growl as she spoke to the doppelganger in a way that almost resembled the harsh tone of the thing's own voice. "Now die."
It stopped moving entirely. It spoke no more. Instead, it began to disintegrate. Yet the ashes did not simply lay upon the grind or fly off somewhere. It began to flow into Ayano. As if becoming one with the deranged young woman herself. A voice crept into her mind. Genderless, soundless, but powerful.
Do you seek the power to fulfill your love? To gain what you desire?
"Give it to me."
Ayano replied without any sort of hesitation.
I understand. I shall aid you.
For I am thou... And thou art I... From the torrential sea of thy tempestuous soul I come.
As the voice "spoke" to her mind the first time, a bright blue light began to emanate right in front of her. It would begin to solidify as the voice "spoke" its second line. And as it finished, an image upon the blue card showed a dark-haired individual with a downcast expression as long hair covered all but a white half-mask on a black "face" that was not actually there. Operatic garb was worn upon the body and a set of clawed gloves was worn on one hand.
The Phantom of The Opera.
It spoke one more time. The name of the one that seemed to offer her the power she desired. And instinctively she reached for the strange card that seemed to break away at her slightest touch, the blue light flowing forth before solidifying around Ayano herself. An image appeared in her mind that seemed to take over her sight. Ayano herself stood with arms outstretched almost like a doll before a half-mask appeared upon her face and her clothing changed to resemble the opera-going garb of the figure that had been on the card. And she understood fundamentally that this what she appeared to be now. So long as she utilized the power that it had provided her. And more information began to flow. The things that she could do now. The power to instill within herself an ability to inflict more harm than ever before. That she could use to truly protect her Shion this time around where she had failed before.
Ayano's vision cleared. She placed a hand upon her face where she felt the mask and began to laugh. A wild insane laugh that spoke of the madness deep within. A madness that would not be halted by anything. Not even herself.
