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Mar. 6th, 2014 08:43 pm[A] (Space Station)
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
