The demon’s grin continued to stay as he watched Kirika’s claws glowing brightly white, his eyes narrowing, almost begging the girl to strike.
And that grin continued to stay as the claws approached, the demon still grinning as the claws approached his body, knowing fully well what they are capable of.
That grin contorted into a vile sneer, eyes bulging slightly as the claws tore through fabric and flesh. Yet the demon refused to allow his smile to disappear completely.
The demon’s shredded body slowly slumped as Kirika’s claws finished tearing through him, a macabre scene left in its wake.
And then… a horrendous, terrible, sinister cackle. The demon laughed, amused by this attempt to murder him. Once inert body parts slowly trembled to life, talon-like hands slowly pushing this mutilated body back onto its twisted feet. The demon slowly twisted his neck unnaturally back into place, body and head facing Kirika, sinew and cloth slowly stitching itself back into shape.
“Oh, how I love it when mortals do try to kill me,“ The snidely remarked, his talon-like hands slowly dripping with seemingly living shadow, pooling into the darkness the demon cast in the light. Another lit cigar appeared in one of those talon-like hands, Maxwell taking a small puff from it, exhaling a cloud of smoke from his nostrils. “It always reminds me of how PATHETIC they can be!”
It was a sort of rush, a buzz that came over her whenever she tore through skin, even potentially ripping out bone. Though, her mind went blurry, almost everything went into a numb state, all in her lying dormant but the movement of her body as it slashed until there was no life left in her victim. Feeling as though the deed had been done, her claws returned to their normal state, and for that moment she blankly stared at what was left of Maxwell’s corpse.
Then the laughter, the sickening laughter that rang through her ears… her blood ran cold in an instant, and suddenly everything… stopped.
Her eyes watched on in horror as the former dead reformed himself like it had been nothing, and she nearly stumbled backwards from the shock of it all. Breathing heavily, her heart racing- was this fright? An emotion that was once a stranger, now suddenly present as though it had been in her all along.
“Wh… Wha…” Her voice struggled, forming syllables now a challenge as some invisible force lodged in her throat.
“Wha… What the ever-loving fuck are you?!” she screamed, her explosion simmering into a feral growl.
The demon watched as Kirika responded to his insults. Throughout it all, the same devilish, conniving grin continued to paint Maxwell’s face. Even when he was outright threatened when Kirika completed her transformation, claws at the ready. He knew that Kirika wouldn’t hesitate to use them if pushed.
And the demon was prepared to do the pushing.
“Go do it.” The demon simply said, his grin turning into a smirk, eyes still narrowed slits of secrecy. He stretched his arms out, leaning his head in closer, still so confident, so assure of himself. The gear’s in the demon’s mind were whirling, his plan finally being put into action.
“Unless you need your mistress to bark orders for you.”
It continually disgusted her that he only continued to grin away, to smile at her chagrin, at her conflict. Her anger would only continue to flare, and now she was at the point of inner turmoil to where her magic use was no longer of priority.
“No one is gonna bark orders at me anymore.” Her claws began to glow an incandescent white, her power flowing into them with a scorching heat. It was normally a technique that was reserved for killing off Witches, but this was close enough to that for her. She approached without inhibitions, throwing her claws forward in the process.
All of a sudden, all of these quality roleplayers follow me and I have no strength to write super long replies or starters…
I’m sorry. I’ll try to get better by this evening so I can continue some threads.
“Oh… If it isn’t poor shy Kure. When did you decide to break out of that shell of yours?” She chuckled and scraped her claws together. This girl was always looking in the direction of her queen. She didn’t like it, ever. And things Hitomi didn’t like, she removed. “You don’t think I notice you looking at her? I can’t say I like that.”
“What the ever living fuck are you going on about?” This was something definitely new to the black Magi. Here she came, a Magical Girl, a familiar girl at that, one that had claws all the same as her, and knew about her wish.
Hardly anyone she knew of knew of her wish. Except…
“…Oriko, huh? Well, that’s too fuckin’ bad on your part. Oriko is mine, and I’m hers.” At least, she thought so, for now. A mere defensive statement. “Whatever the hell in goin’ on inside that head of yours is obviously missing something.”
Oriko nodded, “You hate me then? Perhaps that is for the best,” She paused, trying to find the words, “I suppose that, considering all that happened, I guess….” She sighed.
“I’m going to say it right out. I’m sorry. I’m sorry my existence was what led you to contract, I’m sorry I didn’t take your wishes into consideration, and I’m very, very sorry that I ran away.”
“I ran, because, after what Homura said, I realized she was right. I didn’t value you like I should have. I became far closer to kyuubey than I am in any way comfortable with, and not only did I give my soul to kyuubey, but I probably damned myself with my own actions.I was scared. Scared of what I did, who I was becoming, and…. who I was hurting.”
She glanced at the body next to Kirika’s feet, and shook her head sadly, “If you hate me, thats fine. I don’t blame you, and it might be for the best. You lived your life around me, and you deserve to be your own person, not an extension of me like my classmates though I was of my father. I’d like you to stop killing, but I’m not going to order you to, and I don’t have the heart to face you in battle.”
“You saved my life, simply by coming to me when I had broken so badly I couldn’t go on. And if my actions have cost you, like it cost me my potential friendship with others, then well…”
“Then thats another sin I will never make up for.”
Kirika didn’t budge an inch- Oriko’s words had practically stunned her into silence. She’d expected some sappy ‘Oh, you poor thing, come to Oriko’ like all the ones that came before her. The ravenette nearly felt her eyes tear up- but no, she wouldn’t allow something like that. She wasn’t weak. She wouldn’t be coerced.
How badly she wanted to be, though, that would likely be her downfall…
“…What brought this shit on? I don’t hate you, dammit. I couldn’t ever hate you, and that’s why I’m pissed off at you… and you, and you. There’s so many of you now I can’t fucking keep up. I don’t even know which one of you ever gave a flying fuck about me, if you ever did at all…”
“…but you’re the first one to admit that you’re wrong.”
She advanced a few steps, a change in emotion so far unforeseeable. As she might be seen better from closer, she wiped the blood stain from her cheek before she continued on in her monologue.
“Of course you wouldn’t have the heart to face me. I probably could, but of course I wouldn’t do it. It’s funny, with how much I’ve just let you betray me over and fucking over, I still can’t hate you. It’s the damnedest thing. But don’t act so damn melancholic about it, geez Oriko, that part of you hasn’t changed no matter which clone of you I meet. Kinda makes me wonder who the real one is.”
Her face no longer shrouded, she wore a sly, sort of daring smirk on her face. It seemed extremely out of place given the situation.
“I’m pretty glad you told me that, though. Now I know at least I didn’t go insane for no reason.”
Homura offered no words to Kirika’s explanation. Her very stomach churned listening to how the eyepatched magi had been preying on unsuspecting magical girls, those who didn’t know better, those who had nowhere else to turn. At the very least, the gunner had known Madoka back then.
“…!” She seemed to lose her footing on the fire escape for a moment as she was struck with a thought that almost brought the time magi to vomit involuntarily. “…Have you killed any variations of Kaname Madoka? An uncontracted one?” This was an important question, but it seemed to get lost in the flow of events as Kirika readied herself for combat, just as Homura had moments prior. The reason for Homura’s ongoing anxiety was that her Madoka had gone missing — for all of the timelines she’d traversed, for all the sacrifices she’d made, the Madoka of the ‘final’ timeline had up and disappeared. With time-space as unstable as it was, further time travel had become impossible.
That Madoka… had become her last hope. And that hope was MIA.
“I don’t need a God. I’ll eliminate you with my own power.” came a calm reply from Akemi as she closed her eyes, as if provoking Kirika to make the first move.
“I hope you can at least make me work up a sweat.”
But Homura knew better, she knew to be careful.
This was a Magi that fought on equal terms with Tomoe Mami, after all.
Now that her slowing spell was in place, all around her her battlefield was under her jurisdiction. It was a great feeling to feel like you had the advantage, and that’s exactly what surged through her- adrenaline, confidence, power.
“Heh, don’tcha slip and fall now, monotone. It wouldn’t be any fun if you went ahead and died that way.” Of course she wouldn’t if she had fallen, but the joke had to be put into play. The black Magi gave a sinister grin, one worthy of the villain that she had come to be.
“…Now that I think about it… yeah. I killed a couple of ‘em, actually. Felt I could at least help Oriko out while she was on her mission, y’know.” Perhaps she was bluffing, but she could remember one or two uncontracted girls with pink hair wandering by. Did she kill them? Maybe. Either way, it would drive Homura into a mental frenzy, and that was what she wanted.
“Ha, right. I’d like to see ya fuckin’ try!” Kirika sprung up, and with the spell doing its tricks, she was extremely swift with all of her motions.
Once back up at level with the time traveler, she slashed downwards at her with plenty of force, knowing that even if she missed, she could very well break the fire escape instead.
With less point in responding, Sayaka merely kept quiet as Kirika spoke up, pausing her stride closer to do so. She could already tell she wasn’t going to even want to reason with this girl, if she herself was even capable of reasoning with someone. She didn’t feel too interested in it either. She just wanted to be rid of Kirika’s company. She did doubt she’d be able to eliminate the dark magi entirely, but she sure as hell had to avoid getting maimed by the lethal looking claws that extended from the girl’s hands.
As soon as she lifted her claws, Sayaka tensed, waiting. Waiting until her enemy lunged at her, finally ready to strike. She knew virtually nothing about her opponent, which was a downside. She’d have to be careful.
“Hmph…” Sayaka shifted her weight back, propelling herself fast as she could safely muster. Her hidden hand revealed itself as Kirika neared, the dagger flashing into view before she whipped her arm around and threw it straight at the girl’s torso. Easy to avoid, but she wasn’t opting to pull anything fancy yet, if at all. She just needed to keep herself alive.
“Kch,” she snickered, retracted her right claw to her torso to deflect the dagger suddenly shot at her, rather than dodge it. It clattered to the ground, but the fact that she had to pull her arm away to do such a thing left her with only one free arm to attack, leaving her at handicap. Still, she got to showcase her speed, and that to her was enough.
Kirika figured that Sayaka, with the level of strength that she had, would likely be on the defensive, and so the element of a surprising offensive would be the key to an easy kill.
“Pulling sneaky shit like that ain’t gonna work on me!” The black Magi sprung up, and launched herself down again at the sword wielder, slashing at her with her one clawed hand as best she could in that position.
Quality does not exist here. I merely attempt and fail miserably. But if you don’t mind putting up with my slow as molasses pace I would like to RP with you. Oriko finding another Kirika would be fun.
I wouldn’t say that. I’ve been following your other blogs for months, you’re pretty great.
But I’m as patient as patient can be! Don’t feel bad about how fast you reply or anything. I agree that it’d be a nice RP.
I want to RP with orikotheseer and kirikatheslayer.
But I’m not quality and am too shy.
But you are quality, and I’d RP with you any time. No need to be shy, but if you are, that’s totes okay. I can write a starter for you. Care to plot or somethin’?
“…Yeah. Whatever the fuck you say.”
Reunion with Kirikatheslayer
It had been ten days, seven hours, and thirty five minutes since Oriko Mikuni had last seen Kirika Kure. Initially, it had simply been to think about the confrontation with Homura and the resultant fallout in Oriko’s mind. But the longer it went on, the more reluctant Oriko was to return contact.
It wasn’t that Kirika probably hated her, it was more that kirika probably didn’t hate her. At Oriko’s direction, seven teenage girls had died at the black haired magi’s hand. And Kirika had thought nothing of being told to commit murder. The girl would have done anything for her, literally. She would have jumped head first into Gretchen’s tendrils given the order.
And Oriko didn’t want that. Kirika was a human being. Or at least as human as a magical girl can be. She deserved to make her own choices in life and not wait at Oriko’s beck and call. Of course, not being in Kirika’s life was probably damaging her mental state as well.
It was the proverbial rock and a hard place. On one hand, being away from Oriko was detrimental to Kirika’s health, on the other hand, being with her was detrimental to her free will. Still, if she happened to turn into Margot, Oriko would never forgive herself. Not that she forgave herself for what she had already done, but that was beside the point.
So, after a week and a half, Oriko set out. She knew where her friend was, and after a half an hour saw her in the midst of the clearing she often hunted in . For a moment, she hesitated, and then approached her.
“Kirika?” She called out, her voice cracking and tears visible in her eyes.
It was funny, really. The timing was too impeccable.
Kirika stood there without reason, blood coating the ground and spotting her coat. Her claws dragged on the concrete, and her mind was in another place. It was almost like a high was reached after a kill- but once the body was disposed of, her mind went into a comatose like state, where she silently battled herself. There were few things that could break her from such a state.
But Oriko’s voice was such a thing.
Her head whipped out of its blank slate, meeting emerald eyes with the glaring ones of amber. Had it been some time before, the black Magi would have run straight into the foreseer’s embrace, they’d make up, and everything would be okay.
But not anymore.
The black Magi almost felt remorse when she noticed the crack in her voice, the tears glassing her eyes. In the end, it wasn’t anything. For her now, Oriko would spell the end, and it would only take a few words. The truth was all she wanted, and she was tired of so many Orikos lying, saying that they loved her, then running away. She was sick of it all.
And here came another. Hopefully, the final one she’d have to meet, the final one to allow her heart to shatter. So she did not greet the white Magi with a smile, or mutual tears. She merely stated in a cold tone of voice,
“It’s about fuckin’ time you showed up, Oriko.”