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Post by Haraken on Jan 13, 2013 19:22:00 GMT -5
Rin wrestled his rioting emotions and powers back into control, claws disappearing into his hands and eyes returning ot a normal shape, though the red pupil still burned in the center of his flame-blue eyes.
"I won't attack unless you do."
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Post by Roxas on Jan 13, 2013 19:32:53 GMT -5
The tails snaked away from around Rin and settled back within Menma's shadow with a slightly audible hiss. Now that the shadows had all faded, one could properly see his appearance. A long fur-lined overcoat, boots, red and black studded leather gloves and most notably, a white and black kitsune mask, behind which protrudes dark black spiky hair. Menma took a step towards Rin and bowed deeply.
"I would care to say that trust is imperative here, alas, I am the one wearing the mask, am I not?" He chuckled mirthlessly. "I do apologise for Fukushu's actions... He is the least rational of my siblings, even more so than Shukaku, who is simply mindless violence, Shu has no grasp of right or wrong, but Fu..." He looked over his shoulder at the unconscious boy, who was now snoring loudly.
"Performing the Writ will keep him out of trouble for a while. His hosts body will automatically tighten its defences after that, I hope." His gaze turned back on to Rin. "My name is Menma, or sometimes I am known as Sentoki. What would your name be?"
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Post by Haraken on Jan 13, 2013 19:37:59 GMT -5
"Rin," he said, sheathing the sword with a click, his ears, eyes, and tail returning to their natural state and the flames winking out. "Rin Okumura." His tail drooped, his eyes were still slightly suspicious. "You're a demon, just like him." He jerked his head at the boy named Fukushu. "But.... different, you're different somehow."
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Post by Roxas on Jan 13, 2013 19:46:39 GMT -5
Sentoki chuckled, it was not as cold as Saori's own laugh, but he prided himself on his ability to install fear with a laugh, not that that was what he was trying to achieve here and now.
"Yes, Mr. Okumura, me and Fukushu are the same, yet different." He gestured to the sleeping boy. "What you saw there was a fully unsealed demon, possessing its host completely and utterly without appropriate consent. Were it not for that he was my brother in a sense, I would have exorcised him on the spot." His hand now moved and rested against his own chest.
"I on the other hand, am indeed different. Whereas Fukushu completely possessed his host, I am in the utmost control of my own body, and work in sync with the demon within, Sentoki. It is a powerful combination when used rightly, as I demonstrated... But it seems that young boy hasn't yet got to grasps with being a Jinchuuriki." He scratched the back of his head, an oddly un-characteristic action.
"Do I need to explain further."
As if on cue, the sleeping figure behind them started mumbling.
'Zzzzz... N-no... Don't go, Jazz... Zzzzz... I'm sorry... Zzzzz'
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Post by Haraken on Jan 13, 2013 20:21:09 GMT -5
"Ummmm...... since I don't really understand a bit of that except that that guy's got a demon in him, and so do you except different, yeah, that would probably be a good idea." He laughed nervously. "When he wakes up, is he going to try to kill me again?"
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Post by Roxas on Jan 13, 2013 20:31:17 GMT -5
Menma nodded with infinitesimal patience. He replied with a cool and calm voice, that spoke of experience leading others.
"Jinchuuriki. It means 'The power of human sacrifice' and is and ancient and dangerous lifestyle. Traditionally, people either have demon blood or they don't, if not, the only other way to directly access a demons pure energy is to be possessed by one, which is never done by choice given the detrimental effect on a normal human." He coughed lightly into a gloves fist. "A Jinchuuriki is someone who has a Demon Lord sealed within them from birth, granting them insane amounts of strength if they can work together with their demon counterpart, take me and Sentoki. I can shift flawlessly between my own form and his demon form, which you saw earlier. But even I have not completed the sync... I dare not use Sentoki's full power lest he take over... Which is what happened to Fukushu."
He turned slightly to look at the still sleeping figure, who seemed comfy despite laying on concrete.
'Zzzz... J-Jazz..? Come back... I miss you... Zzzzz... I bought- I bought ice cream! It's nyaaaa... Zzzz... It's your favourite! Sea... Salt... Zzzzz'
That young boy completely relinquished control to Fukushu, a dangerous process. The fact that you effectively stood your ground against a slightly limited Demon Lord is most impressive..." He nodded slowly. "But yes, there are four Jinchuuriki, one for each Demon Lord used in the process.
Fukushu,
Sentoki,
Shukaku,
And Koibito.
For millennia, all four have never met, those who seal the demons worry what would happen if all four were in such close proximity... Well... Soon we shall find out." He looked across at Rin, appearing stern despite the mask covering his face.
"All four are here, in Urbadelphia."
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Post by Haraken on Jan 13, 2013 21:09:21 GMT -5
"Well," Rin said quietly, looking down at his sword, "I guess we will. But it's not like I didn't have help.... if you've really got a demon in there, you might ask him how I was able to hold my own like that. Better yet, ask him who I am. He'll probably know. That other guy... he was kinda stupid, if he was a demon in control and didn't know, or so I've heard."
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Post by Roxas on Jan 14, 2013 16:01:42 GMT -5
"Actually, if anything..." Menma muttered looking across at the snoring figure. "I would bet that Fukushu knew exactly who or what it is that you hold inside of you... You have to understand, Purge is a wide-area'd attack... It's made for suppressing entire hordes of demons, not on one man. The fact that he even tried using it is testament enough, let alone that your own attack could stand on equal par with it." He scowled behind his mask, he knew that even if he had Sentoki ask, Fukushu wouldn't tell. He was mysterious, and sly like that, the kind of character that liked to hold all the cards and not share.
"Still, although I doubt it will gain much, when I next have the chance, I will have Sentoki ask him a few questions about what occurred." He bowed once more to Rin, before walking over to the sleeping figure, picking him up in his arms, he turned his back to the other boy, looking over his shoulder momentarily, he ignored the murmurs of the sleeping Roxas.
'Seeeeeea Saaaaaaalt... You... Zzzzzz... E'ryone loves... Sea Salt... Zzzzz...'
"I fear for us all, Rin Okumura. The fact that all four Jinchuuriki are here is bad... And it bears ill omen. There is a reason that the fates have dragged us all together, and I severely doubt that is a good reason."
With that said, Menma's shadow spread outwards around his feet, reached up, engulfed the pair of them, before fading away... Mixing with the shadows of the alley around them.
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