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[wearer]

a. space

[ one moment, she is running through the once-esteemed halls of honnouji, and the next she is not.

there is a bit of a tip-off, of course. a sense of disorientation, a near fogginess permeates her thoughts. (it does not deserve its place; she concentrates, steels her focus, and just like that the haze is cut through.) a brief check of her surroundings is enough to show just how much has changed - fluorescent lighting. slick floors. holograms and other assorted gadgets (well within inumuta's domain, no doubt). and above all else, the reinforced viewport showing the endless expanse of space.

how interesting.

she holds her head high, not a trace of shame accompanying her nudity or manacled wrists as she turns on her heel, and strides to the nearest doorway. with or without clothing, armed or unarmed, on terra firma or off... none of that matters. these are petty obstacles and nothing more. she will continue, as she always has, towards her vision, after all, satsuki kiryuin has always done whatever was necessary to see her goals realized.

and there is nothing, on this earth or off, that satsuki kiryuin cannot do. ]


b. horror

[ she cuts through the thing in a single, graceful motion.

perhaps these things could have taken her by surprise on the first day. their appearance is certainly enough to merit hesitation - writhing masses, mouths and eyes and tongues where there should be none. but she has survived here for months, and at this point the small ones are little more than a mild nuisance. a single cut through what she knows to be their brain, a single step to avoid the gunk that spews forth afterward, and they are disposed of.

whoever is watching her, on the other hand... ]

Show yourself.

[ bakuzan remains unsheathed as she turns her gaze to the shadows. the message is perfecly clear to all who look upon her.

speak, or you will be next. ]


c. general

[ she is sipping her tea when she hears the knock at the door. it comes as no surprise, of course - she has been expecting this meeting for some time. nevertheless, it is a harsher end to the silence than she might have liked, and the corners of her lips tug softly downward.

she takes another sip, closing her eyes as the warm flavor passes through, and speaks only after she has finished. ]

You may enter.

[ even when phrased as permission, it still seems like a command. perhaps it's just something in her demeanor - her authoritarian tone, or her unquestioning nature.

the door finally opens. satsuki does not bother to look. ]

Well? Speak quickly, or hold your tongue.

Comments

how can i not do space

[databoner]

[As the doorway opens, sliding of it's own record, hey, there's this guy.

He too, had found himself in space all too abruptly. Although apparently he was given a bit more time on this floating man-made vessel than Satsuki, and it was just enough for him to get some information about the status of... things. Still in his Nudist Beach gear, he bows once he notices it's her walking towards the door he was going to go through to greet her. With a towel, if she so wants it.]

Lady Satsuki.

B

[nonathletic]

It's just me, Satsuki!

[She would have helped a bit sooner, but in truth she'd only just noticed Satsuki, and the thirty seconds between seeing her and now had been spent watching her effortlessly dispatch her attackers. There really hadn't been any need to help her at all -- not surprising, of course. This is Satsuki Kiryuin.]

B /slides gently out of woodwork

[onearmscissor]

[Lurking in the shadows, spying on people? Not really Ryuko's thing. If Satsuki just noticed her, it's because she just got here. Which, coincidentally, she did.]

Oi, you can wait your turn! I'm busy!

[She slides gracelessly out of the darkness, scissor blade held out to one side; it might be difficult to tell as much at first glance, though, with half a dozen of the gibbering masses shish kebab'd along the length of it, some still moving, others not. She raises the blade in the air, spinning it rapidly on its axis and pureeing the creatures before they have a chance to hit the ground.

She sighs, almost disappointed that she didn't need to activate Senketsu, and begins to walk away, before stopping, something catching her attention.] Eh? Forgetting what? [There's a brief pause, then she turns to face Satsuki.]

Ah, right.

B

[ironbuttmonkey]

[And there he was all ready to jump in and start fighting...but that's Satsuki, no doubt about it. Even if he's blind, there's no mistaking those movements, even through his other senses.

No point in hanging back now though.]

It's just me.

b.

[the_infiltrator]

[Cameron steps forward in three equally measured steps. She studies the carnage, following the trail of it to those unfamiliar feet, that unfamiliar weapon.]

You fight a lot.

[It's a logical conclusion.]