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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.
[ 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.
B
[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.]
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and then she closes her eyes, exhales, and turns to look at the corpse once again. (it's dead, certainly, but that's no guarantee it's safe in this place. the parasites have been resurfacing lately, after all.) ]
Jakuzure. [ as formal as ever - of course. ] When did you arrive?
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At her question, Nonon straightens up, leaning her baton over one shoulder. The way she asks it makes it sound like they both planned to be here.]
About fifteen minutes ago, but I don't know how I got here.
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[ she barely waits for a response before she sheathes bakuzan and resumes her patrol. she doesn't slow her stride or delay any longer than necessary, of course, nor should she need to; nonon jakuzure is one of her four devas, after all. anyone worthy of standing by satsuki kiryuin's side should (and will, she knows) take their place without needless delay. ]
These vermin only die when their brains are removed. Severing at the stem or complete destruction should suffice. [ her eyes glance to the side, her face not shifting angles even slightly. ] Under no circumstances are the larger ones to be engaged upon. Do you understand?
[ she'd never say it aloud, but seeing one of her devas again... it's a comforting feeling, something akin to a cup of soroi's finest tea.
one of her most prized allies has returned. ]
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Though, that last bit gives her pause. The "larger ones" are too dangerous for Satsuki? Or perhaps there is another reason they should be avoided.]
Got it. [Said playfully, though she is taking her words to heart.] So even the Goku Uniforms won't work on the big ones?
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Clothing holds no sway in this barren land. [ a pause as she lets her words sink in, and then- ] Have you not noticed yet?
[ so many of the other arrivals had made a fuss when they showed up - people claiming to be magicians and wizards and demons, suddenly trapped with the weaknesses of a regular human body. it was those fools, complacent with their own luxuries and trappings, that had been the first to die. ]
The situation has changed. What will you do now?
[ satsuki has no doubts that nonon will be just fine without her uniform. she is a deva, is she not? one of humanity's finest.
she won't fail like the others. ]
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Between the two of us, we can handle anything in this place. Don't you think?