#fetch01

burnhisname

She sorely regretted coming through this gate.

Nah flinched, pulling her hood close to her head in an attempt to make certain that her pointed ears were covered. This was surely a godless land, she thought, taking in the general air of desperation and aggression that the city had no choice but to breathe. And what a city it was! So huge, so full of people, and so...so...tall. She had never in her life seen buildings constructed from glass and shining metal, reaching up and up...! How did anyone bear to travel to the peak without wings?

How did anyone bear the stench of those horseless carriages, for another matter.

Nah had cautiously crept out to examine the area, but she knew she was dressed entirely wrong for the location. Staying to the shadows of alleys had seemed a good bet at first, until she witnessed the array of flyers plastering the walls. Such propaganda. It seemed that was something consistent in all worlds--preying on those different from the rest.

She took one down and examined it, lips pursed.

      IDIOT is all all she can think of this guy whose steps followed her own. She likes to think she's mastered the art of blending in. Feigning ignorance to being followed? Maybe. If it weren't for her strengthened inclinations to show this guy just who he was dealing with so he'd stop, maybe she wouldn't have bothered. His persistence was infuriating, wishing now more than ever that she'd killed him in time so he wouldn't live again (or at least, so she thinks... Unless they'd have brought him back to life again). She wouldn't like to think again how damn fucking annoying it was to have a guy following her around making his failed attempts to get rid of her permanently, which settles today's plight for vengeance. She's only just heard that the scientists restored the system and that killing this guy wouldn't do much if he were to live again… But she won't back down now. This time she'll show him just who he was dealing with in hopes that he'll give up once struck with fear. She stops in her tracks when she reaches the end of the alley and doesn't move. Even when the guy's scent draws closer and closer… Too close he is now that she can hear his footsteps, doesn't even flinch when the idiot reaches for her neck, holding her close, knife at her throat with his stinking breath.

      'Heheh, time to end this once and for all, huh? Die… You monster!!' And he makes to slit her throat, except it does nothing. Draws no crimson of blood that he expects, only the slow shift of her eyes into its colour and she turns. Facing the guy who looks from his knife to Touka again, horrified. Still she does nothing, only looking at the man like she'd been so bored all this time. The knife bends sideways when he takes another stab at her abdomen and finally, she speaks. "Oh, haven't you heard?" And from her shoulder rises a dark shadow. Fire resembling that of a wing as it rips through her clothing to reveal itself. Charging forwards abruptly it shifts, crystallized so it's thrust forward, stabbing clean through the man's chest.

      Too preoccupied he was with the sculptures found in this sector of which he lives, particularly due to the fact that one was very much akin to Naga's image that he approaches... and neglects to regard the woman who'd stood before him that he had unfortunately now collided with.