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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.
electric shamisen intensifies, but eeee satsuki
A few hours ago. I was wondering if anyone else was here.
I guess this answers that.
dragon and monkey hangouts, hell yeah
[ she doesn't mention that those few are the only ones that are left at this point. why bother? she's certain he can feel the aura of this place - desert, death, and decay stretching for miles, with only the unfaltering light of satsuki kiryuin to shine through.
whatever gods or overseers rule this place, they have made a terrible mistake by returning her one of her devas. ]
i love her and the devas together so much hnngh, all 5 of them are great
So he nods at that, looking in the direction of what she'd slain moments ago.]
Understood, Lady Satsuki. [A beat.] And what about these? I've found a few lurking around, but I can't tell anything about them from their movements.
[Kind of hard to discern nightmarish beasts with your hearing and sense of smell alone.]
they really are. shirou can come along too
[ it's not the most helpful of descriptions, but at least it's something, right? ]
Writhing appendages, gaping mouths awaiting weak prey... They truly are disgusting things. [ "disgusting." she says it less in revolted tones and more in fiercely controlled ones; these chaotic beasts had almost been enough to massacre all those still living here. and yet some still remained, survivors for several months now.
humans, content as they were in their own complacency, never ceased to adapt. ]