A City of Lust and Ruin

[Kiera Bright]

Thread Title: A City of Lust and Ruin (Keira vs Kitai, R)
Participants: Keira vs Kitai
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: The city of Paris, in its entirety.
Special Conditions: None
Circumstances: After running into her old, short lived, partner in crime, Keira makes a few, condecending remarks that might send one over the edge, and catastraphic results for their surroundings.

[Kiera Bright]

Paris, the city of love. It was a lovely day, the sun was high in the sky, but did not provide an uncomfortable amount of heat. The people were all out and about shopping, painting, flaunting affection, whatever it is people in Paris do. The city was lively, but it wasn't crowded like one would expect. One would call it perfect. The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the city's sky line, as if flaunting it's own charms to all the people who gaze upon it, be they natives or visitors. There was very little chaos in the city. It was hard to pin down why that was, but if one was observant enough, there was a change in the wind. A dark presence would enter the city. A true monster among monsters!

Keira hadn't been in the city for very long. She wanted to get away from the lab, and see about sampling some foreign food and drink. Naturally she avoided the wine. She was never one for alcoholic beverages, plus she preferred to keep her senses on high alert. She was after the local coffee, and baked goods first and foremost. She avoided even glancing at the local Starbucks, and other international chain coffee houses. She can get that stuff back home if she wanted. Not that she ever did. Who would want that cheap watery bean water anyway? No. She wanted something different. Some high quality coffee. Why was it so hard to find a good cup of coffee?

Keira's sandals drug against the concrete side walk. She wore loose pants almost covering the top of her feet. She wore a white long sleeved shirt under a light grey hoodie. It was heavier clothing than the weather demanded, but that wasn't why she wore so much. Her pale skin radiated with a soft glow, like that of the full moon on a cloudless night. Her hair was dark pink, and pulled into her usual side pony tail. Her hair brushing her shoulder as she walked. A pair of dark sunglasses hid her bight pink eyes, which too glowed with her fiery temper. All in all, she wanted to keep a low profile, and glowing like a sparkling ass vampire tended to draw attention. Though even still, she did get a few odd glances from the people around her. 

She stopped to pull out her phone from her jacket pocket. She had upgraded from her little, old flip phone to a high tech touch screen. She wasn't sure why she didn't do it much sooner. It was far easier to make her modifications to it, and she can generally do more with it than her old flipper. Flip phones, what a cliche. She opened her map app putting trying to find the nearest place to get some coffee. So far nothing of interest popped up. Her eyes narrowed in irritation. Why. Was this. So hard! She was so focused on her phone, that she almost missed a sinister presence in the city. It was dark, foreboding, but in a way, familiar. She pushed the thought away. It was time for coffee.

[Kitai Yoru]

There were times where you just had to relax, forget about your immensely important problems that threaten your life and very existence, and just procrastinate and stuff your face full of good food. Something a certain Saika was doing at the very moment, as he tore into his food with an inhuman vigor. Kitai was currently eating at an outdoor restaurant, gorging himself with expensive French cuisine, along with his third bottle of... whatever the heck 'du vin' was. Probably wine or something, he didn't really care as long as it tasted good, which he could say without a doubt was exceptionally good.

The taste was probably due to how high class the restaurant was, something it had to be with its proximity to the Eiffel Tower. The Lunatic was basically within spitting distance of the thing, putting him and this fine establishment in an area with a lot of foot traffic. But back to his food, Kitai finished off another of these frog legs that are so popular in this country. They were pretty good, couldn't really complain about the flavor, and were far from the weirdest things he's eaten. When you were trapped in Hell, you did whatever you had to in order to survive. Like eat anything and everything you came across. Shuddering at the memories of ashen flavors, he immediately suppressed the memories and continued to eat.

There was actually a reason Kitai was in France, and not back in either America or Japan. The Lunatic had just raided a local Black Market, shaking down some of the higher members of the criminal organization. He was desperate to find anything that could free him from Hell, and he managed to pick up some information about the Quincy, some bow wielding wackos, able to destroy souls. A last resort option for sure, but not off the table. There was also a rumor going around that the Hollow have this sort of super weapon. Allegedly it can do anything in the hands of someone powerful enough. There was supposedly a group looking into it in America, and the next place he'd have to go after this.

But first, he'd drink some of this French coffee he'd ordered.

[Kiera Bright]

Keira finally found a place near the Eiffel Tower that was said to have good coffee. It was a more up scale place, not the type of place, someone like Keira would generally eat at. Still she trudged on taking a seat at a table and skimming the menu. She couldn't believe how much they were charging. This better be the best damn coffee that she had tasted. Keira kept her eyes to the menu, but she could feel the eyes of several groups staring at her disapprovingly. They whispered comments about her attire, and guessing her financial stability because of them. People like this make her sick.  There was something else here too. That presence she was sensing was stronger here. There was a man gorging himself earning himself the same disapproving looks from the bi-standards. 

Keira pulled down her hood releasing her dark pink hair. A waiter stopped by her table asking if she had decided on a drink. She ordered the best coffee available. She would be the judge of the quality of this coffee, and she was hard to please. Keira heard some chairs pull back, and at least three pairs of feet moving in her direction. Three young men sat at her table bringing the food that they had already got with them. By the looks of them, they were the typical spoiled, rich kids playing bad boy. One day. She couldn't have one day where she didn't have to put up with someone's bull shit. She took a deep breath trying to keep herself calm. No need to kill anyone. Yet. 

"I see ze lovely lady is new to our fair city. How about we show you come with us? We can show you all the best places in Paris for a good time." She could tell that they were at least straight forward in what they were after. Sadly she would have to deny them that. "I am afraid I can't. I have pressing matters to attend to after my break." Might as well try and be polite the first time. Though she knew that it never was that easy. The three boys just exchanged glances and chuckled among themselves like she had just said a joke. This is going to be one of those days, isn't it. She thought closing her pink eyes for a moment. In the second they were closed she envisioned all them impaled and hanging off her reaitsu hands.

One of them put his hand on top of hers doing his best to be a charmer. "So cold, but i like a girl that plays hard to get." He broke out his most charming smile. One that would normally cause women to melt, but Keira had no reaction. She just looked at them stone faced. "Alright, lets make a deal." She said at length. "If you pay for my meal, and make me laugh. I will grace you three with my company." She had laid the bait. If she could get a free meal great, and though the second part seemed easy enough, it would be impossible for them to make her laugh. Not by any kind of joke anyway. The three looked at each other again and agreed. 

The boys would flirt, and try and joke and tell stories to try and get some kind of reaction out of the pink haired woman. Keira didn't really pay much attention to them. They had ordered her some food that they thought she would like, but there was something missing. Where was that damned coffee that she ordered? It was taking forever. Keira was starting to get visibly perturbed, and put on some music to help calm her. "Hey, what are ya listening to?" one of the boy's asked as he reached up and grabbed the head phones from around her neck. Her eyes widened. How dare he. How dare he take anything, let alone touch anything of hers without her permission. 

A reiatsu hand appeared behind him  grabbing his head and lifting him off the ground. The boy screamed from pain an fear. His legs kicked uselessly in the air. His hands tried to grab at the force that held his head, but felt nothing. She stood slowly, and took back the head phones putting them back around her neck. By now, many of the patrons were starting to stare in panic and fear. Keira glared at all the boys in turn. "Listen well." Her voice was cold, and threatening. "I have tolerated your bullshit for this long, but now my patience have reached its end. Get your asses out of my sight, before i crush your heads like watermelons!" she dropped the boy she was holding, and all three ran off. 

A man in a well tailored suit stormed up to her none too happy about her little display. His face was already red, and sweat beaded his forehead from running outside. "You, listen here you witch." he huffed slightly out of breath. "I want you out of my resteraunt, i will not tolerate anyone scaring away my business, and disrupting meals!" He puffed out his chest trying his best to intimidate her. She just glared back at him. Her reiatsu arm lifting her up to meet him at eye level. "No, you listen to me. I ordered a coffee long ago, and still never got it. If it were up to me, which it very much is, i would destroy this place without a second thought over the terrible service and lack of coffee." She turned and grabbed the coffee of the gorging man and took a drink. He spat it right in the owners face.

"This is shit!" She screamed. "You charge this much for bean piss like that? You are an embarresment to coffee everywhere." She lifted herself higher projecting her voice so ever one could hear. "Listen well, i hearby curse this resteraunt to fail. Its food shall be forever rotten and maggot infested. coffee cold and stale, and rats infested for all to see. Let it be so forever more." She used a little kido to make lighting appear causing people to scream. She set herself down and before she left used her invisible reiatsu hand to swat all the tables away throwing food and drinks everywhere. "Make sure to comp those bitch." She said walking tossing the remains of the coffee to the ground.

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai had the coffee cup in his hand, the little handle between his thumb and index finder, about to press it to his lips, when he felt a small breeze pass over his hand and face. He tried to take a sip, but the was nothing there. His eyes had been closed, trying to enjoy the flavor as best he could, and didn't notice as he tried to take a sip a second, and even a third time. His eye snapped open, and one could almost hear the breaking of glass as it did so. He immediately noticed his hand was lacking a certain beverage he had purchased, and his gaze swiveled around, searching the area for his missing drink.

Only to instantly notice that some pink haired harlot chugging it down like some cheap booze. And then spitting it in his face, saying how it was... bean piss. Large pink hands materialized into reality, and started rampaging, tossing tables and people to the ground. His own table was bashed aside, revealing his crossed legs. He hadn't moved an inch since he got his own coffee spat in his face, and could feel the warm liquid dripping down his face. His hair was damp and sticking to his skin, and the smell of coffee was overpowering all the previously available fragrances that the restaurant produced.

Slowly, he ran his hand down his face, wiping the liquid off. This woman... no, this unforgivable whore, stole his food. He could feel a vein throb against his skull. He was shaking in anger, glaring at her, as she sat down across from him, dumping his beverage onto the floor, wasting food. Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable. Kitai was going to make this failure of a woman pay in blood. Kitai began chuckling at the thought of it. That chuckling quickly turned into laughter, then became hysterical. He held his face in his hand, covering his right eye as he seemingly broke down.

The lunatic then activated his Faustian Bargain in his left hand. A small marble sized ball was created, holding more reiatsu than Keira ever felt in her life. It was then dropped into a small portal that vanished as quickly as it appeared. He then stood up, hands behind his back, and glared at her with equal parts hatred and madness. "Hehehe, you stole my food, you snotty child." His voice was filled with rage and insanity, trembling under Kitai's will to keep his words from breaking into more hysterical laughter. The look in his eye intensified. "Now you're going to pay!"

He made to grab the collar of her shirt, moving with a speed of 500, limiting his movement as to not break his body down too quickly, and to assess the threat of this girl. He wasn't able to get a good look at the little harlot due to the extra layers of clothing, so he didn't know her very obvious secret, but it would likely be very obvious soon. Still, he decided to go with something simple and easy like a grab. If she couldn't dodge this, he'd be very disappointed. And happy, since he was planning on breaking every bone in his body, but also annoyed that he didn't get a good fight after getting cheated out of a good drink.

Darkskill lvl1 Body: 4,500 Reiatsu
Faustian Bargain: 8,000 Reiatsu

Total Reiatsu Remaining: 3,500

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{Stats}Strength: (100x.5) 50
Speed: (100x.5) 50
Reiatsu strength: (100x.5) 50
Spiritual Pressure: (400x4) 1600
Senses: (150x.5) 75
Instinct: (290x.5) 145
Energy Sensory: (0x.5) 0
Healing Expertise: (0x.5) 0

Dark Aura: 100
Light Aura: 0

Willpower: 3
Pain Tolerance: 3
Battle Analysis :3
Crafting: 3
Martial Skill; Style of the Moron: 3

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{Darkskill Body Stats}Strength 925
Speed: 925
Reiatsu strength: 50
Spiritual Pressure: 800
Senses: 75
Instinct: 145
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Durability: 1550

Body Limit Break: 1/10

Time out of Hell: 37 2/3

[Kiera Bright]

The cheap, disgusting, overpriced coffee was so revolting that instead of spitting it at the face of the owner, she accidentally expelled it over the owner of the cup of coffee. Unfortunate, but none the less hilarious. She continued on her tirade, but then she felt something when she was about to leave. She heard his insane laughing. Starting form a low chuckle, and slowly crescendo into a loud cackle. He had her attention now. She knew that this one was more than a little unhinged before he said a word. She could feel whatever hellish power he had activate, and dropped an orb into the ground which held more reiatsu in a single place than she felt on a single person. 

"Hehehe, you stole my food, you snotty child." Her eyes narrowed at the man. He obviously didn't know who the hell he was speaking to. Keira was not about to let that comment slide. "Now you're going to pay!" She smirked watching him carefully. "I hope you didn't pay too much for that over priced garbage. I have like five dollars on me right now." She teased an arm appearing under her. She sat down staying easily eye level with the man. "Besides, if you have any taste in coffee, I saved your taste buds. You should be thanking me." This presence became more and more familiar to her the longer she staying near it and studied it, but where was it from?

Then he made the fatal error of moving in on her. His speed was impressive. Far faster than most fighters would dare go. Still, to her it was like if she was watching just any normal person running at her. Her arms were much faster. The second he tried to reach for her, her previously summoned hand grabbed him, stopping him in his tracks. But, she was not finished. She was not about to let him try to assault her, and let him walk away from it alive, well at least unscathed. She placed a hand on her reiatsu arm speaking a chant in her mind near instantaneously. She had just recently acquired this technique, and had been itching to find a specimen worthy of testing it on. Keira guessed he would do.

"The vessel of the impotent fool ignites in the first of seven flames; Burned to ash that which is inconsequential and wholly arrogant. Thy hubris and shell will be melted, incinerated, and made irrelevant by the angel's fire and the heat of a thousand suns. Transcend all mortality and accept judgment as sinner or angel! Let God's great pyre accept your worthy and desirable spirit into his Heavens, or else find you despicable for your impudence, and damn you to the fiery pits of Hell." Upon completion, she moved away allowing the technique and her reiatsu arm to do its work. Fire would erupt from the ground around not only her arm, but the man it clung to. It would erupt upwards like being stabbed with a flaming sword. The speed of the technique going off was impressive. Nothing could dodge it, even if he got loose from the arm. 

Keira had moved back from the technique careful to not get caught in the blast. The sheer power blew apart the street and nearby buildings down to their foundations. People allover the block would scream and panic. She wondered if she would tune into the french news, and see a story of a pink haired bomber attacking Paris. The thought brought a ghost of a smile to her face. She pushed the thought aside, waiting for the flames and smoke to dissipate. She wanted to see the results of her handiwork first hand. All the while she was on guard. If this man was who she thought it was, then it might take a bit more than one of those in order to take him down. 

Reiatsu Arms (2) -100 Hado #96: Itto Kaso (Single Blade Cremation) -600 3200/4000 remaining

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{Stats and Skills}Arm Speed and Strength: 800

Strength - 100 - 25% = 75 Points

Speed - 125 - 25% = 94 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 400 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 1050 Points

Light Aura - 20 Points

Dark Aura - 80 Points

Instinct - 300 + 100% = 600 Points

Senses - 225 + 100% = 450 Points

Energy sensory - 250 + 100% = 500 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Battle Analysis 2

Mental Incantation 2

Learning 2

Illusion Resistance 2

Analysis 2

Science 2

Strength of Will 2

Crafting 2

 

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{Hado #96: Itto Kaso (Single Blade Cremation)}Technique Name: Hado #96: Itto Kaso (Single Blade Cremation)

Class: 2

Technique Type: Kido

Technique Element: Fire

Technique Description and Effects: Also referred to as “the spell of sacrifice,” Itto Kaso is an extraordinarily powerful technique that comes at an enormous price. When used, this spell releases a gigantic pillar of fire from the ground in the shape of a katana's point. This is a fast moving Kido, traditionally impossible to dodge, but can only be used at near point blank range. The only way to survive it is through a powerful defense, a block or something alike. This is a sacrificial and forbidden hado which uses one's body as a catalyst. It can be cast through the arm, the leg, the torso, or the head. Whichever body part uses this Hado will be incinerated completely by the burning damage. If used in an NDE thread, this can be healed later. If used in a DE thread, healing the lost body part is impossible. The reiatsu strength of this technique is equivalent to three times that of the user, and this technique cannot be blocked by any technique lower than class 2.

How to use technique: The user grips the body part chosen for their sacrifice and channels their Reiatsu through that point while speaking the spell, releasing their spiritual power in its full power through that chosen part and obliterating it completely even as the spell is released.

Incantation and Effect: "The vessel of the impotent fool ignites in the first of seven flames; Burned to ash that which is inconsequential and wholly arrogant. Thy hubris and shell will be melted, incinerated, and made irrelevant by the angel's fire and the heat of a thousand suns. Transcend all mortality and accept judgment as sinner or angel! Let God's great pyre accept your worthy and desirable spirit into his Heavens, or else find you despicable for your impudence, and damn you to the fiery pits of Hell." Use of the incantation doubles the range of the technique.

[Kitai Yoru]

The Lunatic was quickly shown that this woman was far from weak, as even managing to catch him like this could be considered an accomplishment. By him, mostly, but still. The hands she controlled were fast, faster than he had anticipated, and more than likely stronger too, but he had more than enough confidence in himself that he could break through this construct in no time. "HaHaHa! Handsy, aren't you? Well just wait until I-" He cut himself off, now noticing that the giant hand holding him was starting to burn and glow. It had already glowed a pink color, but he could very clearly see fiery red cracks forming on the fist.

The heat kept rising, growing hotter and hotter, burning his artificial flesh. Burning as hot as some of the pits in Hell. He would know. His lone eye widened in fear, as he knew he couldn't break free from the hand in time. His entire visage twisted in fear, as he screamed out. "Oh, CRAP BASK-" Kitai's entire world was instantly drowned in a sea of fire. Nothing could be seen but the hottest flames he had ever felt. He cried out in anguish, as he activated his mark of Wrath in a desperate attempt to survive this unbearable pain.

His flesh wasn't cooking, rather, it had instantly been flash fried into charcoal, skin hugging to the bones. He thrashed around, not able to feel the ground beneath him, flailing his limbs wildly, trying to get out of the inferno. The sounds that the flames made were quickly fading away. This wasn't from the ability dying out, but from the fact that his ears were burning away. The same could be said for his right eye, as his vision vanished in an instant. If his skin could still feel anything other than the fire, he would probably guess his eye had melted, before boiling away. Luckily for Kitai, he was able to create an airground platform that lasted just long enough for him to push off of.

Kitai felt the majority of the heat from the flames vanish, and he could tell that he had managed to escape the horrible ability. His arms fumbled around, until he managed to get one of his hands to his face, tearing the leather eyepatch from his face. All the clothing he had been wearing had either burnt away to nothing, or had fused themselves to his flesh, like his eyepatch. That was the only reason his Darkskill eye had managed to survive the attack. The near blind, deaf, fourth degree burn victim managed to get a glimpse at the thing he had just ever so barely survived, before it vanished.

A pillar of heat and fire shot into the sky, as if a Monster of Hell had stabbed a sword out from the center of the planet, carving the sky asunder. The flames were gigantic, taller than the Eiffel Tower, and just as wide, Kitai could only gape in awe at the sight. And could only gape period, because the flames had nearly left him a blackened mummy. His limbs barely responded to his command, and were as thin as bones. The Saika couldn't feel anything other than the heat, which he could only guess meant that all his nerve ending were dead. He'd likely be dead in a few minutes, even having survived like this.

The Lunatic snapped his left arm off, before dropping it onto the ground. It was quickly absorbed into the earth. Kitai didn't even hesitate to activate his Darkskill, letting out a pulse of reiatsu, indicating that he was still alive to the Failure. He hopped out of his body, revealing a steaming figure, clad in only a full body cloak, and mask. If any of his flesh was visible, it would be revealed to be covered in third degree burns, his previous body reducing the damage by seventy five percent. He activated his Darkskill's ability, creating a new body for himself.

Now, normally Kitai would have made his body an exact copy of his last one, having a preference in how he looked, but this time was different. He usually tried his best to make his body look as human as possible, while keeping his best features, but thanks to the Mark of Sin: Wrath being active, and the only reason he survived, he wasn't able to think straight. This meant his body now mirrored what he looked like without his cloak and mask, minus the burns. Large black wings sprouted from his back, a large toothy mouth was placed where his abs should have been, and a red eye sat in his left eye socket, with veins running across his face leading to it.

He reactivated his Faustian Bargain, pulling the recently placed orb back out of Hell, and ate it. His reiatsu reserves shot up by twelve thousand, giving his a surge of energy. He let out a loud roar, before reactivating the ability. An orb of ten thousand reiatsu was created in his hand, before he harshly shoved it into Hell. His power increased by a huge amount, the physical abilities jumping upto 1400. If Wrath wasn't affecting his mind so heavily, he might have been able to enjoy it more, but that wasn't an option at the moment.

Kitai had been in Itto Kaso for a little under ten seconds, and still suffered that much damage. It was a blow to his pride, and now she was gonna pay. The winged Saika leapt into the air, reaching the top of the flaming blade in an instant, before looking down at the area around him, trying to find where this wench was. The hatred from his ability demanded nothing less than her brutal and violent death. He spotted her not a few moments later, floating on her hand, probably admiring her amazing ability. He burned with Envy at the thought, only fuling his anger.

He dove down at her, with his full speed, roaring as he did so. He was mostly a melee fighter, so the best attack he had in his limited mental state was a punch to her torso. He was extremely quick, but was at a distance. Keira would have a moment to respond to his attempted assault on her person. To injure Kitai, she would have to get passed the shield that Mark of Sin: Wrath was providing him, but also the durability of his new body. Something she could likely do, given that last ability. But she would have to act fast if she wanted to do so.

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{All the friggin Reiatsu math and techs I used} Blood Pool: 200
Mark of sin; Wrath: 250
Darkskill: 100
Darkskill ability: 25% of current reiatsu 2950: 737
Total reiatsu 2212


First Faustian Bargain: One post, 12000 reiatsu gained. 14,212
Second Faustian Bargain: 10,000 reiatsu spent. 4,212

Total reiatsu remaining: 4,212/16,000
Tota reiatsu used: 23,287

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{Darkskill body stats}Strength 1464
Speed: 1464
Reiatsu strength: 50
Spiritual Pressure: 800
Senses: 75
Instinct: 145
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Durability: 2,628

[Kiera Bright]

Keira watched the inferno roar into the sky devastating the entire area in the process. No doubt this would cause major damage to the city, but what did Keira care? She knew that it worked. She could feel him inside screaming and shriveling in pain and fire. Even better than planned. Sirens were going off, as the fire spread to other parts of Paris. It didn't seem that they were too quick to come to the epicenter of the tower of flames, must be due to the immense danger just being around it causes to normal people. Hopefully, that would mean that their battle would not be interrupted. She was sure there would be some kind of do gooder coming soon. There always is. 

Her attention was brought back to the man that, somehow, got himself out of the tower of fire. He was a sorry sight indeed. It was like a mummy exhibit cooked extra crispy, smelled like it too. He was alive still. Good. It would be a shame if her first attack was enough to do him in. She knew who she was dealing with now. Though his demeanor had changed significantly during their time apart, she could still pick up enough familiar energy to know who she was dealing with, and why he could be so dangerous. "So you gone and died on me. I was wondering why I haven't heard from you in such a long time. She knew he couldn't hear her, but continued anyway.

"Don't worry, I for one am not getting soft. I hardly cared for what reason you never contacted me, but to think that you would have gone and bite it." She leaned her cheek against her left fist tilting her head. "What killed you I wonder?" She mused more to herself than to the burned husk before her. "Was it some "righteous" shinigami, a "devouted zelot" of a quincy, or a mere pawn of a corporation?" She thought about what else could have done it. "There are the masked freaks, but i don't see you dying to them." She had to at least pay him that much respect. "Though I am a bit surprised you were able to return. How was hell by the way?"

The husk tore its own arm off, and out of the body, stood a man radiating steam from all over his body. So that was just a meat puppet. Keira concluded looking down from the husk to the cloaked man standing before her now. Of course she couldn't see much of the man's body. What she could see was covered in severe burns from the attack, so he obviously still took some damage, but by the looks of him, he was still aching for a fight. She felt another sudden surge of reiatsu even more powerful than the one previous. Awww, the little hell spawn must be pulling out all the stops. She smirked watching his body transform from something humanoid, to something that should have crawled out of the pits of hell. 

He leaped into the air at full speed, which again, she was able to follow. It seemed that his mind was gone. He was a feral beast. Was hell really that bad to strip away all reason and logic from ones mind? She asked herself adjusting her sunglasses. She prepared another spell the second he started to dive. It was another one that she had been wanting to test on a worthy foe, and Kitai seemed to be just the man to not take just one, but two. She quickly recited the incantation in her mind. “Limit of the thousands hands, respectful hands, unable to touch the darkness. Shooting hands unable to reflect the blue sky. The road that basks in light, the wind that ignited the embers, time that gathers when both are together, there is no need to be hesitant, obey my orders. Light bullets, eight bodies, nine items, book of heaven, diseased treasure, great wheel, grey fortress tower. Aim far away, scatter brightly and cleanly when fired”

She watched the man descend. Screaming at her as he fell. It seemed he had no intention on trying to dodge her attack. If, he even could in the first place. If was good. Twenty blades surrounded Keira. Ten surrounding her body, and another ten from around the hand she stood on. She needed to time this right. She altered her temp of the incantation to get the timing just right. Just after she finished, when he was mere yards over her head. She fired all twenty projectiles at once. Just before any damage could be done, she took off her sunglasses and stared up at Kitai with a disproving, dead pan stare. "Kitai no." She said with a hint of bitterness in her voice. Stage two went into affect. The She ran to the edge of her hand's palm heal and jumped with a sonido using the max movement of her own hand to increase her moving speed, she moved faster than she could on her own. She was caught safety in a freshly conjured hand, watching the other one coming back to her. 

All twenty beams of light would hit the man in an intercept course. When a set of ten hit, a huge explosion of energy would consume Kitai. Pale light would replace the burning flame, but it would be just as potent. Further more, this would hit him not once, but twice. In quick succession, he would be hit with two hug blasts of energy blowing away any building, people, animal, anything unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast. Keira made sure to move just far enough away to avoid the danger of her own attack. She was glad she had sunglasses. She put them back on to watch the fireworks. She laughed watching the destruction unfold before her. For all the dangers, it was good to have so much power!

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{Hado #91: Senjū Kōten Taihō (Thousand-Hand Bright Heaven Culling-Sear)}
Hado #91: Senjū Kōten Taihō (Thousand-Hand Bright Heaven Culling-Sear)

Class: 2

Technique Type: Kido

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects: An exceedingly powerful spell, this Kido creates ten points of glowing energy around the user before being fired at the target, homing in on it and curving about to impact the victim from numerous sides. Upon impact from the ten blasts, an enormous explosion of Reiatsu is released, beating and quivering as it devastates the entire region with its sheer force. This technique requires the incantation to cast, but in exchange, its power is equal to three times the user’s current Reiatsu Strength.

How to use technique: Speak the spell and point hand towards the target.

Incantation and Effect: “Limit of the thousands hands, respectful hands, unable to touch the darkness. Shooting hands unable to reflect the blue sky. The road that basks in light, the wind that ignited the embers, time that gathers when both are together, there is no need to be hesitant, obey my orders. Light bullets, eight bodies, nine items, book of heaven, diseased treasure, great wheel, grey fortress tower. Aim far away, scatter brightly and cleanly when fired” As the incantation is required for casting, there is no bonus.
Hado #91: Senjū Kōten Taihō (Thousand-Hand Bright Heaven Culling-Sear)

(2) -1200 Sonido -100 Reiatsu Arm -50 1850/4000

[Kitai Yoru]

As Kitai dove towards the woman who brutally assaulted him, he saw the twenty rods of light appear around her. He desperately wished he had retained even the slightest amount of his ability to sense reiatsu back when he was younger, just to know just how dangerous these things were. They flew towards him, and he decided it wasn't worth it with how damaged his true body was. He stopped mid air, using a platform of airground to kick off of. But not before he saw her remove her glasses, revealing to him her face. Through the veil of rage, he was able to recognize her. He couldn't place a name to the face at the moment, Wrath still limiting him, but he knew that he knew her.

Launching back into the air, he flew higher and higher into the sky. He needed a plan of some sort, loath as he was to admit it. He turned to face the ground, when he noticed something that shouldn't have been there. The rods of light were following him into the air. A panicked look crossed his face, before anger took over again. He dove down, about to head towards the Eiffel tower, before a voice in his mind told him not to. He swerved around, noticing the Kido was still following him, and in spite of his speed, was beginning to catch up.

Growling, he activated his Black Fog, immediately creating a black fog that trailed behind him. He reactivated his Bargain, eating the reiatsu ball for a second time, with an even larger pulse of reiatsu coursing through him. It hurt, it genuinely felt like his innards were being stretched and torn from the density of the energy he was regaining. He was panting from the exhaustion, but he couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. If he stopped he died, and he refused to die again. He created another Faustian Bargain, placing even more reiatsu into it. Fourteen thousand exactly.

This needless wasting of reiatsu let the Black Fog charge up a huge amount of reiatsu, and was exactly what Kitai wanted. With a loud yell, the fog trail that he was leaving behind grew wider, wider than he'd ever seen it go. An army of monsters swilled out of the mist, letting out a deafening cry, as fifteen creatures flew out. Kitai grabbed one of them, a seven foot tall cheeseburger with a goofy smile of its face, before he used his Mark of Gluttony to eat a quarter of it. It let out a sad deathcry before the Lunatic dropped it.

As for the other fourteen, they were created in such a way as to fly directly into the Senjū-something something. Each one collided with one of the spears, electing massive explosion after massive explosion. The earth and sky shook with each one. The consecutive detonations lasted around twenty seconds before finally stopping. Kitai had avoided the attack. Before six more rods burst out of the gigantic black cloud of visaria and monster guts. Kitai, in his rage, had forgotten that fourteen does not equal twenty.

The world burst into a white light. In fact, the only thing he could see in that instance was pure white light. All he could hear was a high pitched whine. Then he felt his spine impact one of the legs of the Eiffel Tower. The hard metal did nothing to slow the human bullet, as he slammed into the ground so hard it cratered into a fifty foot hole. His senses returned, and all he could hear was screaming. His vision was still blurry, and Kitai was feeling like a human pinball. He groaned, as his true body was starting to breakdown from all these hits.

His outer body was still functional, but barely. His Mark of Wrath was no longer protecting him, leaving his body to soak up all of the damage. And it was a lot of damage. His left arm and leg had fallen off from the knew and elbow down, along with his wing on the same side. His face was similarly burnt, with only his Darkskill remaining unscathed. He could feel that his true body was practically melting, and not just figuratively either. A few of his stomach teeth were missing too. All in all, he looked half as bad as he felt.

He laid there, in the black fog and in the crater, waiting for the side effects of Wrath to wear off. He was going to suffer a bad backlash in a few moments, so it was best to see what happened for now. As soon as the effects hit him, he could ditch this body for another. So he just sat there. Waiting for what was to come next, before he tore apart that bratty woman limb from limb. Maybe he'd recognize her once Wrath wore off. Or maybe not, but he certainly wasn't going to be forgetting today anytime soon.

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{I hate this MATH}Black Fog: 250
Touching Black fog: 250
Mark of Sin Gluttony: 250, and a 50% boost to Sprp
Black Fog reiatsu Reserves Before: 7,500

First Faustian Bargain: One post, 12,500 reiatsu gained. 16,712, capping him to 16,000
Second Faustian Bargain: 14,000 reiatsu spent. 2,000

Blood Pool: 2/4

Total reiatsu remaining: 2,000/16,000
Tota reiatsu used: 37,287

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{Darkskill body stuff}Strength 2,164
Speed: 2,164
Reiatsu strength: 50
Spiritual Pressure: 1,200
Senses: 75
Instinct: 145
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Durability: 4,028, but reduced to 878 from Senjū Kōten Taihō

Out of Hell posts: 15 1/3

[Kiera Bright]

It seemed that reason has not fully left the lunatic, as he could tell he was at least in danger from her attacks. The look of recognition wasn't missed on Keira when she removed her glasses, the hood of her hoodie flew back long ago allowing her dark pink hair to blow around her. What she didn't expect, was that he was able to fully reverse his direction so quickly, and avoid the initial charge of the twenty rods of light. She watched him fly off for a fraction of a second. She followed him, as fast as she could. She didn't want to lose sight of Kitai if she could help it. She was happy to see that the rods were gaining, but he had some counter measures. 

He released a foul looking black fog around him, which trailed behind him nearing the Eiffel Tower. Out of the curtain of fog, monstrous creatures appeared. She made a quick head count of the number of monsters that emerged from the fog. She counted fifteen monsters. No wait. Kitai grabbed a rather cartoonish hamburger monster and did something to eat part of it. Make that fourteen monsters. The monsters fanned out to intercept the golden rods like flares released from a fighter jet. Keira continued making sure that she was not too close to any one of the monsters when...The first monster made contact with the leading rod and it exploded in a column of white light. More explosions rocked the city to its very foundations. 

Keira counted each explosion, and each monster that she lost sight of. At the same time, Keira dodged the explosions, and kept Kitai within sight of her bright pink eyes. She smirked softly. It seemed that he was worse at math than she thought. The remaining six rods pushed through the smoke making contact with Kitai's body. She watched him vanish in a slightly larger column of light, that partially consumed the Eiffel Tower itself. He didn't summon enough monsters to block all of them. She watched his body shoot out of the light and smash through a leg of the tower. The tower started to buckle and bend, but didn't fully collapse just yet. 

Keira was continuously moving and already had another round of Senjū Kōten Taihō preparing when she saw him falling. She could tell that he was hurting, but it wasn't as effective as the first attack she hit him with. “Limit of the thousands hands, respectful hands, unable to touch the darkness. Shooting hands unable to reflect the blue sky. The road that basks in light, the wind that ignited the embers, time that gathers when both are together, there is no need to be hesitant, obey my orders. Light bullets, eight bodies, nine items, book of heaven, diseased treasure, great wheel, grey fortress tower. Aim far away, scatter brightly and cleanly when fired”

She watched the next wave of ten rods fly up, and arc forward to hit her target again. She didn't take the time to carefully inspect his injuries, if he had any. She just wanted to hit him again as soon as possible. After she launched her attack, she felt another surge of reiatsu. She swore loudly knowing now what that meant. To her further surprise, he discharged another batch of reiatsu the largest one yet. Keira could feel herself tiring out from the repeated attacks of this magnitude. It seemed that Kitai had a seemingly endless supply of reiatsu. However he was able to regain all this reiatsu, she needed to figure it out to fuel her own body. First things first however, she needed to put him down. 


Hado #91: Senjū Kōten Taihō (Thousand-Hand Bright Heaven Culling-Sear)
-600 1250/4000

[Kitai Yoru]

As Kitai lie underneath the now dangerously unstable French monument, he could only breathe a sigh of relief, as the inhuman anger faded from his system, giving his mind the chance to stop and think. That woman was Keira, a Failure he had tried to get on his side to take over the world... or something. Those plans were from a lifetime ago. He sat up, looking towards where he last saw the glowing being. Though their interaction had been brief, he didn't think he managed to piss her off to such a degree that warranted this kind of reaction, he thought to himself as dozens of buildings behind the Failure were aflame.

The woman was a monster in human form, given the kind of power she was throwing around. It was terrifying. And exciting! "She thinks something like that can kill me! HA! I can take at least a HUNDRED more of-" She activated the ability again, launching ten more pillars at the Lunatic. "I WAS F#CKING KIDDING, COME ON!" He yelled out in frustration. He quickly reactivated his Faustian Bargain, consuming the small orb for the third time, before ditching his mangled body. He regained 17,500 reiatsu. His true form fell out with a splat against the ground, his limbs now puddles against the broken earth.

He was wheezing for breath, and could feel that some of his organs were beginning to fail. He was so glad he had the foresight to activate his Blood Pool, or else he'd be dead no matter what. His Darkskill supplied him with a fresh body, grinning at the sudden lack of pain in his everything. This body, now having been made by a clearer mind, looked just as he did when he was still a human. Save for the red eye and a pair of wings he still needed, of course, but he never claimed that he was perfect. He chuckled at the impending death headed his way, before bursting out in excited cackles.

He activated a technique known as Combat Cutback, and raw power surged into his hands. He had been tempted to try and use Faustian Bargain for a fourth time, but felt like it would have been overkill at this point. He dashed at the pillars of light, moving at such a speed that even Keira would have trouble keeping track of. As the first 'Culling-Sear' approached him, he grinned, laughing like a lune, as his fist slammed into it. The Saika felt like time stood still for a moment, as the first of the Failure's attacks crumbled with dry crack. Before it could try and explode, he flew to the next one, shattering it into a million pieces as well.

One after another he destroyed Keira's attacks as if they were paper mache. After the Sears were destroyed, he flew over to the glowing woman. He did this all in under half a second, reaching her, likely before she could blink. She probably was able to track everything he did, but he doubted she had the capability to react to it. The physical capabilities of his body had reached a point even he didn't realize he could achieve. It was surreal how strong he felt at the moment. Like he could destroy the city in its entirety with a single punch. It was euphoric.

Still, Kitai had to get 'reacquainted' with an old 'friend' of his. "Well hello~, Keyra, it's been such a long time! How're the wife and kids?" He asked her, sounding like a person using sarcasm to poorly mask how pissed off they were. "I couldn't help but notice you dropped a few... Nukes on my face." His tone shifted to scarcasting happy to livid in an instant. "Care to explain? Or would you rather test your luck and try again? Hehe, I'm Sure that fifth time's the charm." He held his arms to the side, daring her to give it another go.

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{I wanna cry at the stupid math and techs}Black Fog: 250
Touching Black fog: 250
Mark of Sin Gluttony: 1/3
Black Fog reiatsu Reserves Before: 15,875
Darkskill Body: 4,750
Combat Cutback: 1,800

Faustian Bargain: One post, 17,500 reiatsu gained. 19,500, current max 24,000

Blood Pool: 3/4

Total reiatsu remaining: 14,250/24,000
Tota reiatsu used: 44,373

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{Darkskill Body stats}Strength 2,518+2,400 from Combat Cutback: 4,918
Speed: 2,518
Reiatsu strength: 50
Spiritual Pressure: 1,200
Senses: 75
Instinct: 145
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Durability: 4,737

[Kiera Bright]

Keira stopped her arm watching the spears of light fly to their target. The trail of light they left in their wake was almost angelic. Ironic, considering how much devastation, and hellish destruction they had caused to the city. She could hear the crackling of the fire consuming everything they came in contact with. The soft discharge of electricity from downed power lines added to the danger of the streets for the poor unfortunate souls that were tasked with repairing, rescuing, and cleaning up after all this madness. Speaking of madness, it seemed that Kitai still wasn't down for the count. She sighed heavily. She had to give him one thing, he was stubborn if nothing else. 

Keira knew that she was running low on energy. Throwing one higher ranking kido after another like that was taking its toll on her mentally and physically. Sweat started to bead her pale brow, and her breathing quickened. She judged that she had two more shots at max, before she was complexly drained. She didn't want to get to that point. She was not looking forward to see the results of her body being drained of reiatsu like that. For all she knew, it would just cause her to explode once everything was gone. Yeah, lets avoid that if all possible. Her attention was shifted back to the battle at hand. Hopefully this would end it. 

She was not surprised when she felt Kitai using that same reiatsu technique again. His reiatsu skyrocketed once again which told Keira that no this was not going to end any time soon. She watched him abandon his destroyed body, and create another. This one more familiar to what she remembered, though he did keep the demonic eyes and wings. Who was she to judge? What she wasn't expecting was just how much stronger, and faster he was. He flew from one pillar to another smashing them into bright shards of reiatsu before they dissipated into nothingness. She watched it all unfold before her. It was starting to get difficult even for her to follow, but before she knew it, Kitai was standing right in front of her. 

Keira kept her face calm and cold staring down at him from upon her reiatsu steed.  "Well hello~, Keira, it's been such a long time! How're the wife and kids?" Great, he can form words again. Keira said to herself rolling her eyes. "Oh, you remembered my name. I am so honored." She retorted back with just as much sarcasm, as she was given. She had a large smile spread across her face. One that did not even attempt to reach her eyes. "I couldn't help but notice you dropped a few... Nukes on my face. Care to explain? Or would you rather test your luck and try again? Hehe, I'm Sure that fifth time's the charm." She chuckled at his sudden change in tone. 

"Well, you know how protective I am about my well being." She said leaning back comfortably in her reiatsu hand. If he was going to be done fighting, then good, but she will take another crack at him if she needed to. "When you reached for my jacket with the clear intent to harm, after I even saved your taste buds from that bean piss I might add.' She added some what indignantly. "Knowing you, I needed something big to even attempt to put you down,or I could have insulted both of us and hit you with a cero to the face, but you took them all like a champ." She said with a light applause. "If we are able to talk, then I am assuming that you are done with your little temper tantrum? If so, I would like to know your story." She said finally leaning forward with interest in her eyes. 

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai could feel his eye twitch at the sheer audacity of this woman. To hit him with enough force that nearly killed him five times over, and to be smug about it. And the fact that she thinks he should THANK HER, for stealing his food and spitting it in his face! He twitched for a couple seconds more, before he snorted at the situation and started laughing. A deep laughter that had him doubled over holding his stomach. The absurdity of the situation just had him laughing harder than he had in a long time.

He turned around, and beckoned her to follow. He flew over to the initial blast zone was, and the air was still burning hot. There was one difference from how it was a few minutes ago. Over where his previous body lie, was a pool of bubbling blood, roughly the size of a jacuzzi. Kitai walked right in, making the blood splash over the sides onto the charred asphalt. He stayed under for a few moments, before emerging from the liquid with a loud gasp. The blood, for whatever reason, wasn't staining his hair, skin, or clothing. He remained sitting in the pool, elbows resting behind him, as he remained sitting in it.

"Oh, you're as cheeky a b#tch as I remember, hehehehe." He remained chuckling. He could feel his injuries, both on his gigai body, and his real one, vahish. Limbs were solid again, organs weren't about to fail on him, and his face no longer looked like he was trying to cosplay Harvey Dent. Sure, the Blood Pool was boiling hot, and he felt like he wanted to rip off his skin to avoid contact with the blood, but there were worse things to experience in Hell. Speaking of Hell, he might as well inform his former associate about it.

He looked her dead in the eyes, assuming she had followed him, and started to monolog. "That little 'temper tantrum', as you so eloquently put it, was the only reason I survived your f#cking fire thing. It protected me, at the expense of going insane for a few minutes." He Stopped, getting a weird look on his face. "Well, more insane, I guess." He laughed for another few seconds. "A trick I picked up trying to get out of Hell." He showed her the back of his right hand, revealing a strange symbol. It would change into something that angered her, like it did for everyone who witnessed it. "The mark of Wrath."

"The reason I died, was because I ran into this STUPID F#CKING B%TCH OF A WHORE QUINCY, that managed to nearly kill me." He had a distant look on his face, recalling an unpleasant memory. "The b%tch was stronger than me. And not outsmarting me in a fight, but raw powerwise. Stronger than you too even, though just barely, if those abilities you used were any indication." If she could blast through his gigai and Mark of Wrath like that, then there was no way he could call her weak. Not unless he wanted to call himself weak by proxy.

"A student of mine, a failure like you, decided that after I lost an arm and a leg against this Whore, that I was too unstable to be left alive, and he was probably right, I was trying to start World War Three and take over the world, so he found and killed me in my weakened state." He explained, an angry look crossing his face. He wanted revenge, but could also understand where he was coming from. Didn't mean he wasn't going to go after them for what they did to him, but he could definitely understand why they did it. "So, what's new with you? Other than decimating Parius, I mean?"

Out of Hell posts: 20 3/3

[Col Arana]

Keira: 34 paragraphs for a total of 340 TP

Kitai: 38 paragraphs for a total of [380 TP[/b] +100 TP for winning, for a total of 480