god slaying sword

Hearing the vampire name’s said reminded Ragna of his worries, everything was on their way here. Jin and Mu, so was Kokonoe… Rachael shouldn’t be far behind if that were the case. One thing, however, plagued his mind worse than those three could; Terumi’s standing in it all. Shifting his eyes to Mu one last time, Ragna pointed directly to her in a pose of both annoyance and sheer stupidity. 

"Kill him? That's almost laughable, Bloodedge." 

Mu certainly did not mind if Ragna killed Terumi, but in his current state. That was nothing more than a childish dream. Though Mu was not wanting to become the Black Beast's enemy, she wonders if that was simply the effect of having Saya's memories and affection for Ragna? "...Do what you wish, that man is none of my concern and either are you." 

"I have no plans on letting you in the first place, after all.."

"The soul known as Noel Vermilion does not exist in this body." Yes, in this city, the two egos were separate. It was confusing but it was convenient for Mu, after all, she can kill Noel Vermillion and allow her wish to be granted in this city. "In response to your first inquiry, I shall answer that for you. This is Hive City, location; unknown." Her hateful tone slowly slipped back to it's robotic one. 

Sudden nauseousness, disorientation, a hint of diarrhea, and an overall case of anger began to set it. A new arrival appears; status as a prisoner yet to have donned. A television displayed in a blur spouting of something or other he could not quite bring himself to listen to at the moment. Instead, narrowly stumbling into it causing power to shut off. Explanation of whereabouts remaining unanswered. Stepping towards faint light, this newcomer is welcomed by sunlight. Clothed in a combo of red and black, spiky white hair for snazzy looking effect, characteristics not too rare for those around to take notice. He would stand alone whilst regaining his vision…

"The hell…?"

Right hand rests firmly on stomach due to slight sickness, the other blocking sunlight blinding those streetlight orbs of his .Looking in all direction in order to gain an idea of his location; mind slipping to find a sense of familiarity. This was no Kagutsuchi, nor was it Ibukido. In fact the entire landscape appeared to be nothing but dull cement, streets, buildings not covered in lights or usual carvings. “Ugh, my friggin’ head.” muttered Ragna, whom had took the time to lean against a wall just close by. 

Slowly, weight began losing such pressure. Vision returned just as quickly as his hearing. When feeling able enough, balance not tittering onto side, voice called out in a harsh tone a sort of plea. “Rachael! Hey, Rachael! Come outta wherever the fuck you’re hiding!” Or, perhaps more of a demand. “Um, earth to bloodsucking leech of a rotten princess! Where the hell are you!?” continued, deeper voice than most gaining many listeners, onlookers turning to his position.

"I know you have the habit of dropping me off where it is you please, but doing so in some place I’ve got no fuckin’ clue as to where is UN-BELIEVABLE!" Going on and on, little gasps of air to leave echos in air. "HELLO!? Weird… She’d usually chew allover my dick with insults by now. Meaning this may not have been her doing, huh." Taking several steps forward amongst a crowd of gawking residents he would stare, lingering before popping the proverbial…

She hated that voice.

She hated that man.

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate hate hate. 

The gears in her mind began to turned as she draw nearer to the voice and saw the the white haired reaper. Red coat, reeked of azure, and simply just a pathetic sight for Mu to witness. 

In this madness was one man bestowed upon him a wooden sword, and thrown in the lion’s den. The moon’s presence was his, slaughtering of subjects and population alike. Blood trailing down sewage, contamination of body fluids throughout the city. Reports of a man killing without remorse, moving from location to location and stopping at nothing to ruin a false dream. Fearing for lives all while keeping up with their wallets, lined with cash, living in sin. Hypocrites wishing to leave behind the cage they sat in, yet staring into space with a widened smile.

For this they paid.

These scientists kept their game neatly organized, slipping into cracks proved difficult. Having committed heinous acts against the city itself — still he lived a subject. Wooden soon became steel once again, no longer needing to beat his victims’ skulls in. Splinters were a thing of the past, metal handle returning to its owner. Hatred fueled at its tip, blade shinning once pulled from case. At last the man received his sword. Defensive capabilities soaring higher than before. Tonight was his night to shed blood in the way most accustomed to. 

In the far part of Hive were many smaller buildings, unpleasing to the eyes and far from the main sectors. Underground passageways lead to many holes, easily accessible by foot than some vehicle that required balance. When surfaced into light the man wielding a blade eagerly between his fingertips surveyed the area before him. Pedestrians stopped, gawked, and feared the him. Walking humbly onto grass from pavement, they watched as he made every move… 

"Hideyoshi-sama, I thank you for this. In return… allow me to send to you these servants at your feet." From one place to another in a flash of brilliant light, the onlookers were killed. Passerby groups were shocked to watch as injuries suddenly opened onto persons in front of them. Then, before they could realize their situation they, too, had been slain with no remorse. Dozens spread far and wide of bodies layed to waste. All in Hideyoshi’s name.

Darkness enveloped streets, light posts either torn down by corpses or cut from the middle and sat on ground. Pile of dead formed on curb where Mitsunari was now. Tip of blade digging into skulls, picking away eyeballs, rolling them down concrete. Holes made in joy of his accomplishment. An inhale of happiness taking over him, sword of metal beating wooden toy by far. However, another soul crept up in his loss, hand at the ready with blood dripping down cheek. One more to add to the fray, words going past his very ears.

True she could let this man kill her and she would simply wake up the very next day. 

Yet what was the point in wanting to die in this city if only you're going to wake up the very next day as if it was all a bad thing? It was completely useless, this city was useless, it wouldn't grant her desire. That is why it's pointless to allow herself to be killed. 

"Why do you kill when you know that death does not linger in this place?"

Was she delaying the fate that will appear before her tonight or was she simply curious about the samurai's motives for doing so? Regardless, the question has been asked and now she awaits for a reply. Slowly, the blond stood up, fingers ready for the moment the man decide to strike her down. 

So she just floated there, watching and waiting patiently. 

"I do not understand what compels you to slaughter people, unless..."

"You too, hate this world." She usually doesn't talk this much, however she felt this underlying connection with Mitsunari. "Did this world also forsaken you, samurai?" 

"Huh? Oh, I dunno. Kokonoe’s kind of the same way, she doesn’t even wear a bra to work…" Makoto trailed off, sighing and stirring her chopsticks around in her food with an absentminded expression. Now, with the end of their meal in sight, she was beginning to lose her appetite. The food had been the only thing keeping her mind wandering to upsetting topics, like Noel’s lack of memories (and clothes). “I just wear whatever I feel like it. ‘Course, not wearing a bra is pretty comfortable, so I guess I can understand why the Prof. does it. You just gotta be careful that you don’t have a wardrobe malfunction, but it’s probably not as bad with her being so small. Come to think of it, it’s probably not as bad for you, either, but you might have more issues lower down…"

Noel just had a piece of metal covering her crotch. It was probably very cold, thought Makoto. And how did it even stay on?

She frowned a little at hearing’s Noel’s new method for taking care of creepers; previously, it mostly involved Makoto showing up and punching them. “Well, I don’t know if you need to go that far, but hey, at least you’re standing up for yourself now. That’s… good, I guess."

Makoto realized she hadn’t eaten anything in the past few minutes, and so pushed the plate away from her, giving a sigh. “You almost done, Noel? We ate a lot of it, not bad, not bad." But she didn’t want to part ways just yet. “So, you wanna do anything afterwards? You know, the zoo’s somewhere around here…" She leaned in, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.

"Huh, there's a zoo in a place like this?:" 

Mu sounded honestly shocked, due to the fact that this place is a birdcage. So why would it have a zoo, the logical side of Mu was in a panic but the childlike side that was hidden in her was excited. But first things first was her being astonished. This city continued to surprise her with unpredictability.  Even though she was supposed to have the whole place mapped out inside her head, those type of things were just irrelevant to her until people have an interest in it. 

"...." Though at the mention of pandas, somewhere inside here wanted to scream out of joy and drag Makoto out of the restaurant in a hurry. So for now, the blonde just hide her eyes, her expression behind her bangs as she began to think. Was it worth it, going to the zoo to see pandas. "Ah..." She had a slight blush on her cheek as she was trying to hide her embarrassment yet desire to see the white and black bear. So she sighed, giving up.