Ika Says Hi (Closed)

The day was beautiful really, seventy-one degrees Fahrenheit and it was going to stay that way for a while in the mid afternoon sun. The sky was a bright blue and there were very few clouds to be seen on that afternoon. The sun shown brightly down on the area's not shaded by the forest canopy. The weather was much appreciated by the various plants and tree's growing below in the Kagamino Outskirts,especially in the woodland area. The size of the area was not horribly vast in appearance but this is where Ika found himself at this present point in time.

Ika walked in the forest of Kagamino City bored as all hell and ultimately, he was far more than ready for a good spar. He walked haphazardly around the forest swinging his sword to clear himself a path occasionally until he stumbled across a large cliff face about one-hundred feet out. He sighed "Well this will never do I'm afraid" he said as he sat down on a tree stump to think, his chin firmly in the palm of his hand and in the other putting his Zanpokuto away in it's sheathe for later use. He stretched out and returned to the same position before reaching into his bag to pull out a blunt to smoke out of sheer boredom. He inspected it and guessed there was about 30 grams of weed in the blunt and grinned, "This might get me a bit high...". He took a drag on the blunt, inhaling through his mouth before blowing the smokey cloud in front of him, "What a pain in the ass"...

Ika took a small sip of some Gatorade, Glacier Blue or some shit like that. He sighed as he sit down sensing a slight Spiritual Pressure behind him and as he did, he aimed at a Hollow and simply spoke "Hado four, Byakurai and may the soil have your soul", as he did this a pale yellow blast of energy similar to lightning struck the Hollow in the head which should have killed it but It's mask only chipped as it screamed out in agony. Ika sighed and put his palm on his head and spoke "I knew I should have done the incantation, no point in wasting any Reitsu for this though". He got up and walked near the Hollow as it began to charge a Cero and he punched it as hard as he could easily killing it but then another appeared charging a Cero as well. "No avoiding it then" as he said this he pointed his finger at it and spoke "Hado four, Byakurai". He watched as the blast shot the Cero blowing the Hollow up by his own Cero. He watched as they both let out death curdling screams all the while fading to nothingness. "It's lonely being at the top"... Ika picked his blunt up off the old Tree Stump which had been previously serving as a stool to sit on, inspected the blunt to make sure it was clean and brushed himself off a bit then took another drag on it.

Ika looked to be no more than 16-18 years of age in appearance though he was a rather built lad in appearance. He was 6'2 170 pounds tops but not an ounce of fat was evident on his body, rather he had muscles that were toned and though he was maybe not of bodybuilder physique, he was a very strong man. He had a 6 pack of abs and he flaunted it quite often when hanging around women. wore a purple Band T-shirt that had the writing "Never Shout Never" on it with a mouth shouting next to a microphone on it and at the bottom a heart with an arrow through it. He wore light black skinny jeans and dark black Ed Hardy Converses with special White and black laces around his white socks. He wore his hair spiky out to the sides in an Emo type look, it was snow white with Coal black tips all around it. His eyes were a pale blue, it looked as if it were carved from ice and held a gaze similar to that of ice, cold and callous, the look of someone who knew pain, who had killed. He wore a black and white patterned belt and as he smirked ever so lightly he revealed well kept up with pearly white teeth.He shook his head letting his hair flip around as he did then fixed it with his hands quickly while stomping his foot on the ground creating a crater in the ground as it cracked underneath his power. Ika sensed something nearby and grinned almost maniacally as he felt the nearby Spiritual Pressure. It belonged to that of someone of tremendous power "Maybe they can end my days boredom hm.."

(( Gaaahhh~ I hate you Americans and your bloody confusing systems of measurement. ))

It was twenty-one degrees centigrade when she stepped out onto the asphalt, the ripple in space which was responsible for her presence here slowly closed, separating the depth of hell and the human world once more. Though it wasn't particularly hot, the woman had already began to work up a bit of a sweat. Hell being fiery pit of despair was a common misconception, the place was, in fact, quite cold. The despair part was pretty much on the ball though, the endless sea of lost souls drifting about the various levels of hell, wandering aimlessly to their deaths only to be recreated and suffer the same fate: eternal suffering. That was why she so frequently visited the human realm, her own was so filled with misery and suffering -- it was so boring. She had also figured out that she disliked the taste of souls in hell, all of them bland and tasteless: nothing like the vast variety of delicacies here on Earth.

The gut-wrenching screams of hollow dying was what greeted her arrival. Though she was probably several hundred metres away from the source, she could hear it quite clearly -- if a hollow died in the forest and nobody was around to hear it, it certainly did make a sound. The humans went about their daily lives none-the-wiser, their undeveloped eardrums would not be able to detect such sounds. This was a good thing, for the noises could only be described as "disgusting" and "horrific". Lyra however thought it to be quite a welcome change from the screams -- more like yelps -- she had to deal with each passing day, seated on her throne as the princess of third level of hell. Normally, she would have had zero interest in such a trivial matter as hollow being slain, but there was something that tugged at her curiosity.

She closed her eyes briefly to disallow visual stimuli to distract, in the dark the rest of her senses sharpened, especially her sense of smell. The rather foul smelling hollow were rather offensive to her olfactory receptors, but amongst them she detected the hint of something else, something perhaps worth her while. The woman leaped atop a nearby telephone pole, and traversed from pole to pole, (and when the road ended and forest began from) tree to tree. The slightest portion of her feet -- only what necessary contact was required to travel forward -- touched the branches, making no more noise than a songbird would.

The flash of pale yellow lightning indicative of some kind of shinigami bakudo was barely seen as she had just made her way within visual range to watch the remainder of the creatures fade into nothingness. Their destroyer would be the source of the scent she had picked up. Now that she was closer, she was able to get a better sense -- perhaps following her nose was worth her while after all.

She hadn't wanted to reveal herself just yet, but she knew it was too late: no point in hiding now. She leaped from her perch and positioned herself behind the figure who had just done away with the monsters. Her feet made no noise as they collided with the ground behind him, the only thing indicative of her presence was the aura lingering around her, seemingly draining the reiatsu of what ever came close to her.

"Children," She said with the tired voice of a mother. "play nice now."

It was once thought that the earth was the center of the universe, that everything from the sun and stars to the gods them selves revolved around our little planet. Nothing was more important or more powerful then those few beings lived on this planets surface, They where human, they where power incarnate, they where gods them selves. They learned to not only adapt to their environment, they learned to adapt their environment to them. Humanity had learned to control the vary earth they lived on, if this didn't make them gods then what would?

So what then did that make those beings who fed off of humanity? Where they gods above gods glorifying in their own power? Or where they lowly parasites that abused their unique nature to take advantage of those who couldn't or wouldn't perceive them. Where they the monsters and demons that human cultures made them out to be? IT is true that people hate and fear what they cant understand, and nothing is harder to understand then what happens after death...But at the center of all myths and legends there is a kernell of truth..So maybe, just maybe they where in fact monsters.

Felix knew the truth of it, they where all monsters. Every single one of them. The soul reapers with their noble intentions, the Quincy and their misguided ideals, the hallows where the most pure of them all, they didn't hide what they where, they didn't try to fight what they wanted. It was sorta soothing to Fell in a rather...odd way.

He walked the streets of this unfamiliar city with no particular destination in mind, hell he had just arrived in this odd little town not even a day before and he had already seen more then a few people he would just have loved...To get to know a little better. Sadly he didn't have the inclination nor the will to do so at that moment.

In fact all he wanted to do is get to know his new home, he would be living there for some months at the vary least. So he had hit the streets, book in hand and a fatherly smile on his face and nothing but simple exploration in his heart...But deep deep down he knew what he really wanted, he wanted to find someone of interest in this crowded city, he wanted to talk to them...Dance with them, he wanted to dream with them and in the end well...he wanted to study them. So with a wider smile he continued on his way.

In all actuality it was a rather pleasant day all things told, with birds chirping in the sky over head, the trees seemed to dance as a light warm spring breeze blew through the tree tops, and the people mingled, talking and laughing with one another. It was almost enough to make the professor laugh, they where god indeed, but even gods could respect the unknown.....

Thats when he sensed it...A wavering soul and was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, it drew him...and he did not resist. He wanted it, needed it....And felt dirty because of it. But he was what he was and he wouldn't fight it. Finally he found her, miles away from where he had started. He looked the elderly woman over as she lay there gasping for breath, hanging on to life by the smallest of threads. Yet cling she did, she fought against the reaper and in that instant he loved her, in that instant he felt at one with her."It's time to let go...You've fought long enough..." He bent close to her then and kissed her gently upon the mouth and inhaled her last dying breath and with it her soul. He could feel her slip away then, he could feel her join him and he knew yet another name, he had lived yet another life. "We will miss you Feona...We will miss you."

"W....WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?" He turned slowly towards the voice his sad smile turning to a frown...A Shinigami...A Demon."You...You monster!!!" The brash young soul reaper drew his magic blade and rushed him, heedless of the difference in their power, not caring what happened to him self....It brought that same sad smile back to his face, this Brash man did as he thought right...Felix closed the remaining distance in a blink of an eye and caught the mans arm as he started to swing his weapon"Im sorry..." and he was...But he still thrust his hand into his chest and snuffed out his life. The brash youth did not feel any pain as he dyed, and for that Felix was thankful. He drew in the others soul...and his essence was merged with that of his victim "I will remember you Kaede....." If anyone had been there to see him, they would have noticed a single tear fall from the Bounto's eye.


he felt others near by then, his focus returning to the world at hand and he started towards them, and as always, he smiled that sad, sad smile. Another demon was about and he would have his revenge.

Her attention was rarely concentrated on one single task. No, singular was not a word the woman recognised: there's always room for more. Just as she was prepared to confront the shinigami, she felt another disturbance in the natural order of things. She tilted her neck back and took a second to draw in the air around her, with it the sensory information -- thought very faint due to the physical distance that separates them. Even from such a distance, she could taste the creature. She wet her lips, trying to reminisce a time in the past where she had tasted a similar delight. The memories didn't come back easily, she had to pick at her brain to remove what images and memories she could. To say it was human would be an insult, as no human had ever enticed her appetite such as this one, regardless how delicious. No, definitely not human. Think.... she was subconsciously telling herself, as if that would help. It would be several more moments before she would finally figure it out.

It must have been over 500 years ago since she was last graced with the aroma: a man named "Vlad". No, not merely "man", but perhaps a god? The legend of the impaler had been rewritten and altered till it no longer bore any resemblance to the true historical events. His clansmen were amongst some of the finest souls she has had the pleasure of devouring. Of course there would be no mentioning of this woman in the "historical" text: historians often make the mistake of taking words to literally, no historian could have ever fathomed that "sin" was not a term for what Christians deemed reprehensible, but creatures older than time itself. She remembered the fine feast she had, picking away at a valley filled with the bodies of his men. Those were truly good times.

Of course, the historians weren't completely misguided, they more-or-less got the point that the man Vlad and his clan weren't human. The text claim them to be some sort of blood sucking creature of the night -- vampires -- but this woman (being older than history itself) knew exactly what they were.

Being driven by the anticipation of a grand feast such as the one she had over 500 years ago was enticing to say the least. She quickly backed away from her previous prey and shifted toward the new source. The woman left the forest as quickly as she entered it, weaving between trees, snapping several branches as she approached the border between the green of foliage, and the grey of concrete. She traversed via her favourite method -- along the tops of telephone poles. Eventually, the scent took her to a pole outside the window of a bare white building. She stared inside in time to witness what would confirm her assumption.

She watched as their lips touched. No normal being would be able to sense this, but she, with all her 5 of her sense could perceive the flow of her life essence into him. She swallowed sightly, almost in unison with him as the soul passed from donor to receiver. This act would have been the coup de grace the woman had so desperately longed for -- she could sense souls as well. Witnessing the act however, only stimulated her hunger. A regular creature would have a healthy amount of souls collected within them, but this one, at the age that he was, must have contained a plethora of essences: like a tur-duck-en.

The foolish shinigami who came to what he believe was the woman's aid was easily dispatched by the man. That's two more.... her thoughts wandered, contemplating how many more were inside him. She couldn't help but salivate at the thought. She finally decided to leave her perch and introduce herself. Though she was standing on nothing but air, the woman was quite balanced and stable, floating out side the window with just her upper body visible due to the size of the glass. Her right hand formed a fist and with her knuckles she rapped on the window.

As she waved, signalling her desire for entry, the woman's mind went back through time. The legends claimed that the "vampires" drained the blood out of their victims, but this may have been a mistranslation as well, assuming "life essence" was synonymous with "blood". No, these creatures quite literally stole the life essence from their victims, these creatures are known as "Bounto".

((Yes, I did just compare a bounto to a turducken. >=D Deal with it. ))

Ika sighs as he throws the blunt away when the woman show's up. He prepares to fight only to see her leave as quick as she came and he shrugged it off eagerly wanting to get out of there. He picked up his shit burned down the forest with fire and Shunpo'd off into the night "That was a bad ass explosion". Ika smiled to himself solemnly clicking his tongue at his dirty work then with haste he left the area. People would be coming soon and he did NOT want to be there.

(Exiting, I make a thread get busy for a day come back and can't post, I'm not here for your beck and call and will not RP as such so I'm not going to be pretend to be happy. I'm rather pissed really so leaving here k bye.)

(( =\ You didn't reply for three days! Az also commented on how you always take forever to post... I'm impatient. You are welcome to stay in the thread.... The more the merrier. You also could have taken a minute to let me know you were coming back. I waited 3 days, I think that's long enough. =( ))

Tap.Tap.Tap. He could hear the memories sing in his mind, those of the woman almost seeming to mix with that of the shinigami. He could see days of hard work, bext to those filled with relaxation. Tap.Tap.Tap. Felix saw bright sunny days shared with a lover, his arms wrapped about him as they gazed at he clouds over head. Tap.Tap.Tap. He could feel the sword gripped in his blistered hands as he sparred with his child hood friend. Tap.Tap.Tap. He was standing over his husbands bed, his hands clasping his as life slowly began to slip away. He bent forward and kissed his lover forehead then closed his eyes shut... Not wanting to see the end. Tap.Tap.Tap. Felix blinked, his eyes refocusing on the world about him. Had he heard something? Or had the memories over whelmed him? Tap.Tap.Tap. That rapping again... He turned around, adjusting his glasses as he did so and gazed out the window and beheld a floating woman. Was she the other presence he had felt? He reached out with his senses and felt something old, something ageless... Something hungry. Few things caused the old haunts heart to race, he had seen and orchestrated the rise and fall of nations, he had fught both angels and demons. He had traveled the lands of both heaven and hell... Yet this...This presence made his heart start to race. How he loved it.

It had been far to long since he had felt fear, far to long since he had looked death in the eye and smile, and smile he did. A smile that bespoke of all his age and experience, a smile that welcomed another ageless soul. He glanced at the two bodies that littered the room one physical, one not and then back at the woman who awaited him outside. She showed no sign of caring about the circumstances of their meeting, and had in fact initiated this interaction. Was she hostile? He could only guess, but the fact she had not attacked while his back was turned and otherwise distracted spoke well of her.

The father of the Bountou walked calmly forward and gently lifted the window so that this mystery being may enter unhindered. "And what can i do for you miss?" No other words where needed right then, no other words came to the old mans mind.

She gazed into his eyes as he gave her a rather forced looking smile. Being around her must have been unnerving: it's not everyday that you see a creature of hell, and certainly rarer for that being to be Gluttony. The woman made no effort in hiding her presence, were she a huntress, she may have preferred a more subtle approach. Stalking her prey, perhaps. Jumping from shadow to shadow, making inaudible sounds as she floated from one position to another, all the while being hidden by the darkness. No, that wasn't her style. She liked it when they fought back, she liked it when they touched her, when they hurt her. The feeling of their skin, beating on hers, pounding, brushing, scraping. Euphoria. She quickly snapped back into reality, still her gaze was locked on the man, his glasses were small windows gating the entrance to his soul. She saw her own reflection in them, her auburn hair fluttered as the wind had its way with each and every strand, manipulating them however it saw fit. The woman watched as he placed his hand on the window and opened it, allowing her entrance.

Upon closer inspection, she sensed the myriad of souls within the man, some dating back centuries ago. This was reflected in the man's physical appearance. They say that the bounto are able to maintain their youthful appearance indefinitely, but this one looked to be at least 40. Perhaps he was one of the older ones, one of the first? Like a fine wine, these creatures only ripen with age, gaining the flavours and tones of those whom they absorb. This one's bouquet is quite fine, mixed with souls both old and young, ancient and new. She licked her lips as she sat on the bed next to the body of the woman. The mattress quickly changed its local conformation to compensate for the added weight in the area where she had chosen. Despite her relatively small figure, the woman displaced a sizeable amount of mattress, indicating her weight to be around 150 kilogrammes -- this, of course was due to the massive weapon she had concealed within herself.

As she sat, air around her would have been very dense to those with spiritual power. At such close proximities, what ever spirit particles comprising the shinigami's belongings would have began to deteriorate into the most basic molecules of reiatsu. This being the human world, her presence did not affect physical beings, but the shingami being one of the spiritual world told an entirely different story. The particles which comprised his uniform were slowly pulled apart, making their way unwillingly into the woman, the distinctive glow of reiatsu was visible all around her, though faint due to such meagre concentrations.

"And what can I do for you miss?"

The answer to his question wasn't an easy one. You could jump into my mouth and save me the trouble. She thought, but where was the fun in that? Really, it was more curiosity than hunger than had brought her to his location -- she had already eaten. Though, her sin being gluttony, she could definitely go for dessert.

"I'm afraid I'm not aware of what the social protocol is that you kids follow these days," Though physically he appeared much older than she, the woman knew in reality she was several fold his age. "but in my day, we used to offer tea and cake to those who've taken the trouble to stop by for a visit."

"I'm afraid I'm not aware of what the social protocol is that you kids follow these days," Kids? Well that brought a smile to the Incubuses face, it had been centuries since anyone had called him young, but for all he knew maybe she was even older then him... In fact he felt almost sure of it. Her eyes held weight that he could not really comprehend and that may have caused a weaker creature to shudder. But not him. He was father of a race, leader of a people, lord of dreams and visions but most of all he was proud, and it would be a sorry day in hell when he showed even the slightest weakness to another being... Though that did not mean he would insult her unneeded. "but in my day, we used to offer tea and cake to those who've taken the trouble to stop by for a visit." That caused a little laugh to escape him. "And in mine, wemon where veiwed as property and not allowed to speak under penalty of beating... I find that i like your ways a tad better."

"Though i must admit, that this is not my house nor do i know if any others live here... But we could go raid the kitchen if thats what you think we must do for courtesy sake. I would not want someone thinking i was a in ungracious host." Truth be told, he knew that the house was as empty as empty could be even with out letting his senses wonder.

He let his book fall open in his hands and he glanced down at the page. It was still blank, as if for once his partner did not want to speak... Though he could feel a certain sense of reprehension coming from his doll. " So, what shale i call you? Or do you intend to be mysterious? I for one go by Felix Salvadore these recent years, but if you like i can give you older names."

"Thank goodness I'm no woman." She commented after hearing his words. In recent (relatively speaking, of course) history, women were indeed treated as he said, like property, not being allowed to speak nor have their own opinion, but in more archaic history, women were the ones who held power: after all, they were the gateway to life. What could be more powerful than the ability to create another human being? The same kind of divine ability that only the gods have were granted to not one, but all women on the planet. Those were the times to which the woman was akin to, so to be called a mere "woman" would not do her justification, not at all. As far as she was concerned, the term "God" was something much more... fitting.

Her aura would have turned all of the shigami's garments into the tiny particles of reiatsu of which it was comprised of. Within her chest, the dormant beast was enjoying what meagre amount of satisfaction this tiny bit of spiritual energy provided: it was nothing like the buffet that was soul society, but he'll take what he can get. "It's definitely too late, I've already pegged you for an 'ungracious host'." She took note of his body language, he seemed curious yet comprehensive, like a man about to take a leap of faith into the abyss. She enjoyed that.

Leaving him some breadcrumbs to follow may not be such a bad idea. "You can call me Lyra," she paused abruptly, as if holding her words back before they uncontrollably rushed out of her mouth. Her eyes followed his as they dropped down into his book, she sensed something within its pages.

"You should relax," She finally said, though her true feelings were the complete opposite. Seeing her prey struggle was something she enjoyed. Though, was he her prey? She hadn't decided yet, as good as a meal as he would make, perhaps he would be more useful alive than in her stomach. She'd sort it out later. "I am the guest in your house. I should be the uneasy one." The woman smiled, if she were uneasy, she certainly was an amazing actress. "For all I know, you could be some kind of murderer." The woman's gaze bounced between the two corpses. "From the evidence here, that seems to be a logical assumption."

((I've already PM'd Kaede and we agreed to leave this topic for now, seeing as how there hadn't been any new development for weeks =())

The woman stared into the distance for a while, then the sudden urge to leave came up. She couldn't tell why, but a feeling was nibbling away at her subconscious. "I'd love to stay and chat," She pushed herself up off the bed and walked past the man and faced the window she had entered merely a few seconds ago. "But your lack of hospitality has offended me." The sin give a short laugh before exiting. "Your kind is interesting," She called back to him. "I would love it if you would treat me to dinner." Of course, dinner for her consisted of souls and flesh -- but, everyone has their secrets, no?

((I think this can be closed now.))