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Post by Roxas on Aug 11, 2012 13:35:07 GMT -5
It was almost like the start of a bad western movie, in a sense. A figure stood at the top of Main Street in a long fur-trimmed robe, with a kitsune mask covering his face. Usually, people found the mask weird and pointed it out, but to be fair, it saved him having to answer questions about how he has a Sharingan, which can be really troublesome to explain. He stood still for a while, simply staring down the street, his eyes behind his mask narrowing as he clenched his fists, which were wrapped in a black and red leather and were studded at the knuckles. Sentoki responded to this apparent anger, and Menma closed his eyes.
Within his own mind, Menma stood with his arms crossed, a giant, dark black, nine-tailed fox was laid on it's haunches before him, it's red eyes locked onto his own masked ones. The beast was huge in stature, to the point where Menma had to look up to even look the beast in the eye. But at heart, when it came to to Menma, Sentoki was a huge softy.
"What troubles you?"
Menma let out a sigh as he looked up at the beasts giant red eyes and uncrossed his arms. He balled his hands up into fists as he narrowed his eyes out of suspicion.
"It's this city... I've been on enough battlefields to know... This place has seen the scars of fighting and war, maybe not in plain view, but they're definitely there... I have a feeling that fighting my brothers and sister here is going to be far more troublesome that I had originally planned..."
"Hmph. Well, you have me, remember... We'll just crush anyone who gets in our way, shall we continue?"
"Yeah. Alright, I like your logic, Sen."
Menma opened his eyes again, before folding his arms across his chest, he spoke out.
"I know you're there... You may as well come out."
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Aug 12, 2012 21:38:17 GMT -5
"Very well."
A black-haired young man stepped from the shadows which had concealed him, red, glowing eyes watching with interest as a smirk played its way across his face. His hands were deep in his pockets, but the shadows thrashed and moved about him like extensions of his own body.
"I'd welcome you to my city," he said with a thoughtful look, "but perhaps I should be worrying about my territory. Yet you don't smell like a threat... threatening, but no threat to what I've created here. So tell me... what is your purpose in coming to Urbadelphia?"
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Post by Roxas on Aug 15, 2012 6:28:18 GMT -5
"Don't fret 'Kanra', I'm not here to interrupt your own little playground." Menma said with a scoff as he kept his eyes straight ahead, not looking back at Orihara, as well as addressing him by his online name. It seems Menma had been doing his homework. "I am here for my brothers." He continued. "Both of your employees have encountered them each in the past... And you have met my sister. Roxas, he is one of my brothers, a friend of a girl called Jazz here in the city. Gaara is the other, your servant Nero had an... Encounter with him... Finally there's Utau, my sister." He finally turned to Izaya, although the mask appeared neutral, behind it he grinned like a fox.
"But of course you know all about her, don't you? In fact, dare I say that you've had an eye on my sister for quite some time." He chuckled, but then as if on cue, a third figure appeared as if from nowhere, turning the shape in which they stood into a triangle. It was Utau.
"I was right." She said, looking across at Izaya. "I knew that if I befriended your 'sister' Kanra, eventually I'd be able to teleport to her and confirm my suspicions... It was sly, were it not for my abilities, I'd have remained unsure, but here you are." She froze for a moment, before looking across at Menma. Her eyes were wide. "Y-you... You're..." she grasped her head as Koibito started speaking within her mind, with such raw power that those nearby heard the demons soft voice within their own minds.
Sentoki! You are here..? Why? Why now?!
Sentoki also joined in the conversation just as audibly, but Menma felt no pain thanks to their close bond.
We are here to reign in Shukaku's leash! Our brother is getting out of hand! I am going to train Fukushu and his host how to properly work together, as well... They're too volatile and may end up as another Shukaku!
What?! Give us more time! We can talk to Shukaku first, get him to understand that what he's doing is wrong... Through peace and love he will surely understand!
Hmph. You're too soft. No wonder your host is so weak... We shall try it your way, but if he turns hostile... Then we do it our way.
Utau removed her hands from her head, breathing heavily and groaning slightly from the pain. She slowly stood up straight, expecting the pain to return at any moment.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Aug 15, 2012 10:34:44 GMT -5
He laughed softly, then louder, and louder until he was roaring with laughter.
"Well, well, Kyuu-chan, you are indeed resourceful," he grinned, slipping out of position to pass behind her and back to her front again with a sly and interested expression. "Well, this wasn't quite the way I would wish to reveal myself, but I suppose I should concede this game," he said, bowing, and backing up another step, his shadows flowing with him. "But I was right.... Fukushu, Shukaku, Koibito, Sentoki.... the four Jinchuriki, here in my city." He smirked. "I'm honored, really..."
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Post by Roxas on Aug 15, 2012 10:41:35 GMT -5
Now it was Menma's turn to laugh, he watched the pair with interest as he composed himself, crossing his arms once more across his chest as he narrowed his eyes behind his mask. Utau smiled first at Izaya's expression before noting the kitsune mask locking onto her eyes, she frowned before her eyes widened once again, it seems that the game was up.
"You..." Menma started with a small chuckle. "My, this has turned out to be more amusing than I thought... So that's how you wormed your way into his good books... It's amazing what a name is capable of, don't you think, Koibito?" Utau placed her fists on her hips.
"My name is Utau!"
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Aug 15, 2012 11:02:30 GMT -5
He chuckled again, moving himself to a position where he could face the both of them.
"Ah, but as a wonderful mortal poet once wrote, what's in a name? 'Tis neither hand, nor foot, nor any other part belonging to a man..." His smirk widened into a grin. "I honestly doubt taht with all you've been able to tell about me, you truly think Orihaya Izaya is the name I was born with. Yet it suits my purpose... and I think 'Kyuu-chan' fits Kyuu-chan more than Koibito or Utau, don't you?" He chuckled. "She's more of a fit for the name than you are, for all that there's one of us bound up inside you, Sentoki."
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Post by Roxas on Aug 15, 2012 11:15:26 GMT -5
"It appears that you're not as sharp as you lead everyone to believe..." Menma said with a chuckle as he raised a hand up to his mask. Utau narrowed her eyes slightly into a frown, clearly displeased with the ongoing events as the Jinchuriki removed his mask, revealing the dark hair as well as his distinctive eyes and whisker-like markings on his face. He gave yet another chuckle before speaking once again. "The girl stood here with us, is not the one you affectionately refer to as 'Kyuu-chan' a name you decided to give her thanks to the online moniker 'Kyuubi'" He grinned "Kyuubi is a name that she stole and used as her own in the hopes of getting closer to 'Kanra' who was believed to have ties with one Izaya Orihara... She obviously never expected anyone to catch on to this, however, she never expected her eldest brother to use the internet to track down her youngest." His grin closed down slightly into a smirk. "Utau isn't Kyuubi, because I am." |
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Aug 15, 2012 11:26:15 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes.
"Oh, please; what did you think I was just saying?" He smirked. " 'For all that there is one of us bound up in you,' I said... and I meant it."
THen the shadows coalesced behind him.
"Kyuubi fits your sister because she is a trickster... but for all that Sentoki who lives in you is one of my kin, you are a warrior, and merely a human without his power."
The shadows shook off their indistinct qualities, becoming more visible - nine black tails swarmed behind him.
"Sentoki is one of my kin; you are not Kyuubi. I am Kyuubi."
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Post by Roxas on Aug 15, 2012 11:44:28 GMT -5
"Do not assume that because I'm a human, I am weak..." Menma said, his expression unchanging as a bubbling black aura formed around him, out of which three tails sprouted. He could go up to around eight tails whilst retaining his consciousness, it he used all nine it was effectively Sentoki taking control of his body, but he knew that the demon would not wish to fight his kin. "And do not assume that because I'm in control of Sentoki, I am no less a Kyuubi than he. We share a body, we share a mind, and we share our strength." He blinked, his red eye looking eerily noticeable in the darkness of his energy shroud.
"Do not misunderstand me, Orihara. I am Kyuubi. Maybe somewhat less than you for the time being, but I can, and if the time requires it, will have nine tails. As I said, we share this body, is Sentoki is Kyuubi, so am I."
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Aug 15, 2012 14:33:55 GMT -5
"Mortals are such arrogant creatures," he murmured, "but I suppose the same can be said for us as well." His tails waved back and forth, never still, and right now, they conveyed his intense interest in the discussion. "Still, you'll have to earn that title.... Sen-to-kun." He smirked.
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Post by Roxas on Sept 4, 2012 16:50:51 GMT -5
"Arrogance comes with power, Orihara. None of us can deny that." Menma said with a small shrug as his bubbling tails disappeared back inside of his body. "And as for earning my title... You'll no doubt see that I deserve that title with all of it's privileges and rights..." He chuckled softly. "I suppose, I should be off..." He glanced across at Utau. "I'll no doubt see my dear sister with my brothers, at some point."
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