Malefic Duo (Dawn of Madness Mini-Event Series)

Wed Dec 02, 2015 9:38 am

J E K Y L L - H Y D E

In the midst of the ebbing tension from war recently past and a new looming threat manifesting in the world around, another new presence briefly made itself known across the globe. Its nature was distorted, making it nearly impossible for even those that knew of the recently spawned source of the building disturbance to track. In the crimson sky above London, a single crack in the dimensional fabric of reality was forged. It remained stagnant for several moments, the mark barely visible at first. Over time, it began to open and a purple rift revealed itself. Inside it was nothing but an endless void with electric currents dancing around the gateway. They crackled loudly, just enough to be distinguishable over the traditional noise of the reborn city. A dark power resonated from the core of the rift, but not the same that most would be familiar with. It didn't fit with that of a Demon, or even a Hollow or Arrancar for that matter. It simply resonated the feeling of darkness in its purest form; devoid of ironic taint present in most other dark energies that filled Europe.

Two lights became visible in the depths of the gateway, each becoming brighter with each passing second. They flashed crimson, not quite heading for the defense-layered city below, but slightly off course. The two lights appeared to reach to end of their path, just about to enter the world of the living and escape the unclear void behind them. However, when they reached that point, they vanished. At the same time, some small distance from London's borders, the sound of twin explosions rocked through the air. Small clouds of dust were kicked up, masking the cause of it. Though the twin lights never could be seen directly leaving the cut in reality, one could deduce the source was one in the same. As the dust settled, the gateway also began to close. As abruptly as it appeared, the mark in space closed back to the point of a single line. That too soon faded, leaving only the formerly disrupted crimson sky above in its wake.

On the ground, two small craters could be found close to the city at the origin of the explosions. From them a dense power of nefarious nature could be sensed, pulsating outward and stretching across the land and acting like a beacon of sorts. It had an alluring presence to it, as if calling out for others to come and get it. It didn't seem like anything alive, but at the same time had the semblance of a creation that had a soul. The energy signature wasn't the strongest of the simultaneous events occurring across the Earth, but it was one of the oddest. Rather than just traversing the area slowly, it immediately struck anyone in range of its power. The calling presence of the duel objects would become apparent to anyone that made any effort to detect them at the exact same time at the exact same intervals.

Were any to follow this unusual happening, they would come to find two guns closely together with similar designs. A purple aura surrounded them, and their shared depiction was anything but common. They took on the guise of twin hand guns with very odd skins. The normal metal coating was replaced by a sharp, scale-like material with multiple spiked protrusions from multiple parts of the firearm. Small pockets of yellow muscle-like flesh could be found along the barrel and grip. It was also entirely black, save for the prior mentioned marks of flesh. They remained still, seemingly unconnected to anyone like most unique weapons and instead waiting to be taken by whatever dark soul made the short venture outside the city limits to investigate the event.

Though not especially powerful, the aura they resonated would come to bring unease on those that got close. especially if they lacked any substantial power to their being. It wasn't every day magical weapons fell from the sky and rested so close to a populated space like this. That is exactly what happened here though, along with three other locations each sharing a unique event that struck their point of entry. These twin guns were the most contained in their effects on the world. only lying in the dirt in wait. Given the vast armies that were contained in Europe's borders and especially London, the true nature of these trinkets would come to be known very soon. It was just a matter of time before the first of the flock assembled to take notice of this foreign weapons and take the fallen gifts as their own.

Fri Dec 04, 2015 8:36 pm

When Kenta decided to visit London the last thing he expected to see in the European sky was a rift opening and depositing two objects before closing. The crazier part? Kenta decided to actually INVESTIGATE the commotion while everyone was confused.

He devised a plan to quickly check out what exactly had fell from the opening in space before any of London's vast armies could investigate the situation. At least, that's what Kenta very much hoped, he knew that he could possibly go against a small group of Demons, but a whole army? Kenta wasn't stupid.

As he made his way to the crash sites using Shunpo his Zanpakutō decided to pipe up, "Hey, what exactly are we going to are we going to do if there are Demons already at the crash sites?" Kenta replied, "If they don't spot us we leave," then a grim look appeared upon his face, "If they do spot us we either fight or run." Coming to a standstill at the craters, the only thing Kenta could think about the two objects that crash landed was that they looked very strange. There looked to be two guns closely together with similar designs. A purple aura surrounded them, and their shared depiction was anything but common. They took on the guise of twin hand guns with very odd skins. Not only that, the aura of the guns had an uneasy feeling radiating from them, a type of feeling Kenta wasn't very accustomed to.

As Kenta stepped cautiously towards this two weapons his Hollow decided to add some input, "I can feel Demons starting to rally the troops in London," Kenta's Hollow or his Zanpakutō were always better at sensing Spiritual Pressure than he was, that's why he always trusted their abilities. Not too long after Xander's announcement did get start to feel the fiery, dark Spiritual Pressure of many Demons congregating within the city, "Fuck, let's hope we can get out of here as fast as possible," Kenta told his two spirits as he gripped both pistols in his hands. The pistols felt odd for a lack of a better term, instead of feeling metal, Kenta felt a warm, softer construction like dense flesh.

Upon closer inspection, Kenta saw multiple pockets of what look like enlarged transparent blood veins can be seen on multiple parts of the weapons. "Okay, this feels weird," Kenta thought to himself, "Shit! Kenta, we need to go! The Demons are coming!" Eregantou literally screamed at her wielder.

Immediately, Kenta launched himself as far away from the literal army that was making its way to the crash site by using Shunpo. But what the former Shinigami Lieutenant didn't realized was that these guns didn't just crash-land here for no apparent reason, no these guns would most likely change Kenta's life, he would just have to decide if it was for the better or for the worse.

(OOC: Would have posted this yesterday from where I'm at, but my laptop died and I just got a replacement charger. Sorry if I copied off of your description, I was going to do a whole run down in my own words, but I just got back from an Orchestra tour, so I'm really tired. I'm just happy that I was able to get this many words out in the post.)

Wed Dec 09, 2015 7:38 pm

"Quite a dangerous place to leave one's valuables…"

As the two orbs had descended, their presence had not gone unnoticed. The simple fact of the matter was that not even the man who was observing now… this Doctor, Kabuto Hebi… knew where they had come from. And that bothered him. Why did it bother him? He could not say. Perhaps he truly could not accept the idea of something he did not understand. What was his motivation for discovering the nature of this event? ...Does my curiosity so demanding even from myself…?

The Doctor's Rinnegan spy in London had detected the incoming 'attack', and as a result that was the first place he decided to appear. Slowly rising out of the ground, his gaze turned to the disturbing scene in the sky. ...What kind… of person… is taking them, hmm…? The Doctor wondered to himself, smiling slightly as his black-ringed red eyes looked at the young man who was approaching their crash site. ...A Vizard, hmm…? Well let's play a little game…

As the man picked up the guns, the cloaked figure of the Doctor appeared before him, his hood down. "Going so soon? You can't honestly expect to get out of London alive, can you?" The Doctor asked, before giggling at the male as his eyes flashed towards the approaching forces… and each of them slowly came to a stop in their tracks. That would have been because of the colossal figure that appeared in the sky, at least to them. It was so large that it toppled over them, one foot hold out as if to crush them.

This was simply… an illusion, unfortunately. The Doctor's First Realm of Hell. Turning his gaze back around to the young man, his body vanished from where it was standing, before appearing in front of him as he held out an arm, smiling. "Yes, indeed, escaping from here should be perfectly impossible! But something like that is what makes it so interesting. Ha ha hahaha…" A small deranged laugh left his mouth, before holding out a hand to the young man. If he attempted to get past him, the Doctor would move with super human speed, an avalanche of stone rising out of the ground around the man and tripping him rather haphazardly.

"You give me one of those guns. Just one. Not both. Seperating two things which are meant to be together. That is the price for an easy escape from this predicament you are in. And if you refuse, I think it should be obvious what happens next…"

The Doctor's hand was still outstretched. "Or, you know, you could also wait here for that army that's coming for you. I assume they'll have the city closed off fairly soon. This entire place… is under the jurisdiction of that woman, after all." The Doctor could only continue to smile at the male… and wait for his response...

Wed Dec 09, 2015 9:42 pm

The only thing Kenta wanted to do was to get the fuck out of there. Until he felt an overwhelming presence appear before him as he tried to get away from the Demon army that was coming. A very reptilian looking man that immediately unnerved him.

Then out of nowhere, a colossal figure appeared in front of the army, "What the fu-, I'm out of here!" the last thing he wanted to do was to stay here. Kenta would have gotten out, but then he was tripped by the ground, literally. Kenta looked up at the reptile man as he listened to what he was saying, "Fine, Fine! Let's just get the fuck out of here!" the former Lieutenant took one of the fleshy guns out and flipped it in his hand so that the very powerful guy could take it.

(OOC: To be completely honest, when you signed up to the thread I was legit terrified that somehow Kenta would die because of Kabuto. I was really scared to the point where I was even considering making another character just in case Kenta did die. Anyways, let's just have fun with this thread! )

Sun Dec 13, 2015 10:28 am

J E K Y L L @ H Y D E

As the twin pistols were lifted from their resting place, the ominous dark aura that surrounded them would intensify. The darkness that laid dormant inside the pair of weapons was awakened when a living soul came into contact with their being. Only moments later the malevolent energy manifested in bulk. A corrupting power surged from both weapons and coursed through the Shinigami's body immediately. It was a vile power, one that connected to their very soul in only a moment's breath. The twins carried a joint essence, one that connected them closely together as a single set working in unison. This factor connected directly with the former Lieutenant, making Jekyll and Hyde feel like a single entity once they were both in the man's possession. The corrupting essence of the Advocate wasn't as dense as others that now descended from the heavens across the globe, but for one of such a lower caliber, the darkness they exhibited could be easily experienced.

Even in times of looming death and an approaching massacre, the creations acted to draw out Kenta's darker instincts. Though common sense may have outweighed it easily enough, the constant adrenaline and desire to fight and conquer would course through their veins. This feeling began weak, but quickly intensified as the weapons bonded to the Shinigami's soul on a minor level. The wickedness connected with them on sickeningly close level, nearly on par to the bond one had with their zanpakto in the earlier stages of development. Any serious events of unorthodox behavior didn't take place as quickly...Until they made the attempt to hand over a single half of the duo. In that moment, the glow encasing the outstretched gun became much brighter. The evil aura they exhibited increased drastically in volume.

For Kenta alone, a strong surge of gravity-like pressure would surround their arm, It pushed down on it, trying to lower it and forcefully prevent them from giving away a piece of the set. It was a strong force, inducing visual changes on their flesh from the pressure and potentially even causing bruising; but it could be overcome if they were determined to follow suit with the act. A dark, chilling voice echoed behind their ears, as if an entity had manifested behind them and spoken ever-so-softly. It sounded even closer than possible,. as if the sounds were coming directly from inside the man's head. A raspy voice spoke to them, the words coursing with venom and an undeniable evil that seemed to draw closer with each second.

"They...are Ǹ̷̡͢O҉̡̛͞T̸̕ ..to be divided...." The midst of the phrase even sounded like a monstrous shriek of agitation. All of this would be mute for the reptilian doctor before Kenta though. It all took place directly in the former soldier's mind and soul, not a sound present in the realm of reality outside of the pressure forged around the Shinigami's arm. All of these symptoms would remain until the gun was lowered, or forcefully taken. Upon either event, it would all go quiet. However if the gun were ripped from their hand, an uncomfortable ripping feeling would strike the Shinigami's nerves. It would feel like part of their soul had been ripped away from their being, only replaced by a deep numbness in the core of their existence.

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Mon Dec 14, 2015 7:29 pm

AGENT OF CHAOS

There was a deep rumble in the area; it struck the deepest chords of their souls, ringing like a dull tone throughout their bones. Their vision stuttered for a moment and when it came back, that which they saw would no longer be the same. A tinge of gray overshadowed everything, stealing the color away from the once-beautiful world. The city of London was dressed in monochrome, everything just a little more... lifeless. Let them savor these sights for as long as they could, though, for they did not last. Another discordant thrum of the world could be felt, causing yet another lapse in the flow of time. Existence winked in and out, and now the two individuals were blanketed under the shadow of the void. As they would realize, they now stood within the center of a pitch dark dome, an area so dark that in comparison their very bodies seemed to glow lightly enough to be seen. The illusion was no longer in sight, just as the city and the oncoming forces were. They were isolated from the outside world.

"They are N͢͏̹̮̥̝̱͡O҉̣͙͎͡T̡͢͏̬̠̱̼... to be divided!"

A roar of anger, feminine, echoed into the chamber, reiterating the edict of the twin artifacts to their beholder, and announcing it audibly to the interloper. Not milliseconds after, the ground between the two exploded in light as a pair of projectiles crashed into the ground from the dome's apex, blasting them away from each other by kinetic force. If they did not resist, they would be propelled to opposite sides of the enclosed area, hitting their backs against its seemingly solid bounds. If they did resist, then the energy release from the explosion would claim them, burning them with the fury of a star. One was preferable to the other, clearly, though it was upon either of them to make their choice.

A third reverberation shifted the atmosphere, blinding them for barely an instant, and as they refocused on the scene before them, it would have changed again. Not few feet before the one known as Kenta, who possessed the malevolent weaponry—or perhaps it was the weapons who possessed him—a youthful figure stood with her attention settled upon the Ziamichi across the way. The dim light made it difficult to see, but from what they could see, the woman wore apparel of blue and white, trimmed in golden threads. Her sleeves were detached from the rest of the outfit, only kept from falling down her arms by silver metal cuffs tightened around her biceps. Additionally, long red banners hung by these cuffs, long enough to reach her heels. A pair of black leggings covered the majority of her legs' flesh, while the rest was concealed under her blouse-like top. The final detail of her appearance was the color-matched beret atop her head, with many locks of blonde hair leaking below the rim. This outfit of hers exuded a militaristic fashion; the presentation of a professional.

She stood up perfectly straight, her arms crossed in an 'X' in front of her chest. In her hands she wielded a pair of long-barreled magnums not unlike those that refused to be pried from Kenta's grasp. The tips of the barrels emitted a thin vapor as if they'd been recently used. She stood still like this for a moment before dropping her guard and instead pointing her weapons at the core of the Ziamichi's torso. There were many mysteries surrounding what had just happened, and what would happen... but indisputable clarity about whom the woman was aligned against. Regardless of character of this being 'Kenta', it had claimed the weapons, and the weapons had already resonated with him. She was not going to allow this interloper to interfere with the bonding, nor desecrate the sanctity of the weapons themselves. She was an agent of the darkness, and she would see this through. With brows furrowed, she calmed her voice to demand this of the Ziamichi:

"Trespasser, leave this matter alone. Your intentions with the weapons are unwelcome..."

Wed Dec 16, 2015 9:15 pm

"That sounds like something I can get behind…"

The Doctor told him back as he gently smiled, reaching his hand out sa he sought to grip against the pistol. However, in that instance, the Doctor saw a great light surrounding them, his hand reaching back as he took a single step back, his sandal pressing against the cool stone of the earth beneath him as he blinked, looking directly at the weapons.

"Foolish weapons. Did you think you were the only ones who could speak the language of Madness?" The Doctor asked them in a way that only himself and possibly Kenta could understand, accessing his tongue of Madness that allowed for fluid communication with those who spoke and listened through the methods of insanity.

"...Most peculiar… most peculiar, indeed…" He spoke in his normal tongue, his eyes following the connections of the 'soul' from the weapons to the boy who now held them. Suddenly, however, the world became dark, monochrome spreading…

A rumbling sound appeared within the Doctor's ears, and internally his thought processes began to slow down. ...Something else… is approaching… Something… that is different… that I didn't expect… what is this…? He wondered as he gently smiled, the monochrome influence pouring over and around him as he began to shine, a purple aura appearing around him as it glowed as the only bright splash of color against this otherwise subdued plane. ...I'm sorry… but you can't make me conform that easily, shishishishi…

He was smiling now, though his mind was rapidly processing the fact that it was no longer… earth beneath his feet. I've been moved. But how… and by what? So many questions… so many answers yet to be found… His skin was starting to itch now, the snake that flowed out of his stomach wrapping around him as its eyes looked at Kenta, his own face slowly turning as he reached a hand behind his head. Sliding the hood down over his eyes, any and all illusory effects were demolished before his vision.

Looking over at the woman, the man was struck for a moment, a noise ringing through his mind. Double? Double? Double? Double…? Double………..? The voice ripped and roared, before it died down again. The only indication of anything wrong was the snake having halted its shivering, now laying passively against the Doctor's shoulder as he looked at the woman, blinking slightly. He supposed that she would definitely be considered attractive normally, if such things mattered. However, what interested him the most, more than her peculiar outfit which screamed of uniform of some kind… one that he didn't recognize… were her eyes. They were… well, very determined. They held within them an intensity that made a cold wave of fear run through the Doctor's mind. So she means to kill me, then. He thought to himself, throwing out an arm as he grabbed Kenta, smiling at him as a ball of earth shot out, his other hand pointed at the woman, laughing at her.

"Come then, and see if you can impose order upon my Chaos!" He laughed at her, the white snake unwrapping itself as it bent behind him. Around Kenta's body appeared an earthen sphere… and inside of that sphere, a layer of earth emerged, wrapping around one of the weapons as it attempted to wrest it from his grasp, but he was otherwise protected, the Doctor's voice speaking in his head. This voice… though it was distorted and chaotic… was also strangely reassuring.

I won't let you die. Even if you yourself tries to kill me... That's the price I have paid for this weapon… and that is what you will receive in exchange for it, as long as I hold it in my hands! He told the other man as the sphere closed, spitting out the weapon as the Doctor coated his arm in an intense coat of his purple energy, preventing any communication from the device as the purple extended all the way around it. "You want this? You want this…? Then come and get it, you whose eyes send a cold shiver racing down my spine…!" He told the woman, as waves of earth began to exude from his feet, flames appearing around them as the wind whipped and tore at her hair, the Doctor fully realizing that he was now fighting for his life. And for him, that was totally fine.

The purple that splashed around his body was joined by greens, reds, and browns, his right hand opening as five blades of wind echoed out from himself, slashing at her the shoulders between her detached cuffs, the top of her black leggings, and the top of the collar of her uniform. This was obviously an act of aggression meant to kill, and the Doctor then slowly leaned back, preparing for the retaliation as he looked back at the earthen sphere, wondering… if that boy would give in to that gun's orders.

He couldn't help it… but his body was releasing his Madness Wavelength, pulsating visibly as small hints of purple echoed outwards like sonar, likely affecting both of the individuals in this space as their inherent madness… felt… stronger. Things which did not make sense to do, things which went against their core values and beliefs… these seemed… more appealing, somehow, as the insane Doctor and the Agent of Darkness stared each other down, the first shots of this battle fired at last... "But who's more scared, I wonder...? The one laying down the sights of the weapon...? Or the one holding it...?"

Wed Dec 16, 2015 9:41 pm

"They are N͢͏̹̮̥̝̱͡O҉̣͙͎͡T̡͢͏̬̠̱̼... to be divided!"

This was something that Kenta did not expect shouting through his head, to make matters worse, he couldn't even raise him arm that he held up to begin with. The former Lieutenant was focused so much on trying to keep his arm up that he didn't sense the other presence that appeared until they blew both Kenta and the reptilian man both back.

"Argh!" Kenta slammed against a wall that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Looking up the Vizard saw in front of him a Quincy, she looked to be very militaristic based upon her outfit and the way she carried herself. "A Quincy helping a Soul Reaper? Never thought I'd see the day," he slowly started to regain his bearings until the Snake guy sent his arm directly at Kenta.

"What the fuck!" Kenta screamed, he watched as an earthen sphere materialized around him, "He's trying to speak to us," Eregantou warned her wielder. As he struggled he half-listened to the guy that 'held' him captive, but he stopped listening immediately when he felt a tugging on his right hand. That hand held one of the guns. Desperate, Kenta fought against this energy as best he could, but to no avail. The feeling that came after the gun was ripped out his grasp was unbearable.

The pain started immediately, it felt like a part of his very soul was ripped away from him, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" the night resonated with Kenta's scream of suffer.

Thu Dec 17, 2015 12:31 am

AGENT OF CHAOS

If there was one person who could empathize with the frightened boy behind her, of a weakling accepting a dark power to become stronger at a cost, of that hesitance... it was her. As her eyes had first seen the malefic weapons, their very nature had reminded her of her own past. Behind dull eyes, broken memories flickered through her mind like images behind a shattered window: Two identical guns, just like her own. But she was no longer that scared little girl. After accepting the darkness within her, she'd become greater for it. As someone who was once in this boy's position, she would fight for him, encourage him to take the steps forward into the darkness. This was her imperative, though her cloudy green eyes spoke little of a deep meaning... they looked without light or life; blind.

Despite that, the woman was not slow to react to the changing flow of events. One chance was given to the Ziamichi to leave this matter alone, but his sudden aggression announced his choice, and she was not one to hand out second chances. When the snake moved, vigor flooded into June's eyes, now a rich spiral of emerald dotted with three black tomoe. The Aishadou had been released, and the color would return to the dome they resided in, though it was still incredibly dark. She acted with the speed and margin of error of a machine, swift and without mistake. The one she meant to protect would suddenly become trapped within a dome of stone, as hands of earth attempted to extract the demonic guns from Kenta's hands, but June would not allow it. She moved... and when she moved, she performed maneuvers that only eyes of a higher level would be able to witness.

She flicked her right wrist and sent one of her pistols up into the air with a spin, for only about a foot. As it was suspended, her body twisted and she sent her now-free hand back with no small degree of force. There was no physical contact between her skin and the rock, nor was there a shockwave that suggested incredible strength. Yet, still, the dome of earth shattered into an array of fist-sized fragments. June then swung her hand forward, and the fragments followed suit. With intense velocity, they surged around her body and towards the Ziamichi, igniting the oxygen in the air as they did to coat them in fire. A flaming spray of rock threatened to make swiss cheese of the man, and he was backed up against her shadow wall.

The weapon that had been ripped of Kenta's grip would fall back down to the ground with a metallic clambering, but not before the snake felt his body suddenly squeezed by an invisible force, like hundreds of wires coiled around him, presumably the same thing that had affected the stone. This force was of an unnatural strength, pressing his limbs against his body and strapping him against the wall behind him just as the volley was coming for him. At this time, June caught her flying weapon just as the Ziamichi's wind attack was about to reach her. Her enhanced sight could easily distill the distortion of the air caused by the wind blades, and she leaped right through the center of them all with a flip, landing sturdily on her feet again to unleash a subsequent burst of white projectiles from her guns. These were the Quincy's holy shots, charged with a radiant energy easily capable of disintegrating his body mass, and they would assist the initial attack.

Then she crossed her arms over her chest again, and a flat pane of light would erupt to life in front of her, completely bisecting the dome between the Ziamichi's side and theirs. This light was like a luminous glass window, though anyone with a sense of spiritual energy could tell that the energy it was made of was quite formidable. It would protect them for the time being, so that June may speak to the host of the Malefic Duo. She turned her strange-looking green eyes to the boy over her shoulder, an empty emotion displayed for him. ''Pick up the gun, and don't let it be torn away from you again. Accept the power it is trying to give you... Become stronger... Strong enough to not need fear your enemies any longer. Strong enough to not let yourself be pushed around by these foes.

A villian stands before you. Take up your arms, and use them. Shoot him... Kill him... Don't let him do as he wishes.'' As much as she seemed the harbinger of doom, of someone leading him down a vile path, there was no longer much of an option for him. He was trapped here in the darkness with them because he had taken the weapons. Surely he'd felt the agony that came with departing from his weapons, and dare he imagine the suffering he'd go through if they were taken any further away from him. The gun laid at his feet now, crying out to him to be reunited with its bonded twin. Surely somewhere deep within, this being lusted for power. June's voice encouraged him on, like a coaxing whisper.

Take the weapon.

Fri Dec 18, 2015 10:43 am

...Definitely a bit frightening… Is there… anyone who would like to fight her…? The Doctor wondered to himself, addressing the collective within his mind that made up his psyche, the psyche of the Doctor, Kabuto Hebi. "Oh my, be careful now…" He told the woman as she moved, watching her smash her hand outwards into the shell. The explosion of energy rocked through the earthen shell he had created, causing that portion to burst as it was knocked away. ...Now doesn't that look familiar… The Doctor thought to himself as his attention was drawn once again to the woman's movements, his hands flashing outwards as his two palms touched, the palm down below closed in a fist, the other having two fingers pointing upwards.

"Earth Element, Fire Element." He intoned, crafting his manipulation of both elements as his influence coated around the attacks racing towards him, causing the shrapnel to stop in its tracks. He had to call upon a good amount of his elemental manipulation of both aspects as he wrested control of the attack away from the woman, before his eyes widened at the incoming waves of pressure, his gaze widening as his body… vanished.

The invisible force smashed inwards violently, so violently that Kenta would likely have his block knocked off from the sudden acceleration the force experienced, possibly unbalancing it and making the entire thing ricochet violently as it smashed into itself. The Doctor had performed Banido, smashing into the incoming force with such acceleration that It left a literal hole in his wake, one of his arms becoming dislocated with a loud CRUNCH from the force which he smashed into her attack required to break through it. His body reappeared some distance away as another wave of pure force smashed outwards from his own movement, crashing against the golden barrier as it was shaken from the sudden output. Looking at the structure, the Doctor's eyes slowly widened, his eyes staring directly through it as he read her lips. Meanwhile, his working arm had gone over to his dislocated one, his eyes widening in pain as his fingers tensed, manually relocating it as he let out a breath of pain between clenched teeth... before they slowly began to open once more.

"...Is that the case…? Will I have four guns pointed agianst me…? Very well then… but do not expect that this little game will end as a simple conflict… Kehehehe…" The Doctor gently laughed, that pulsation of madness intensifying around him as it flowed around the golden shield, his hands slowly reaching outwards. The peculiar white snake slid between both hands, his hood slowly falling back once again. His robes slowly began to change to black, as if ink was spreading through them. His hair began to elongate, covering over both of his red eyes as his facial features changed slightly. The scales that he wore were gently changed with light traces of stitches, and his nose and mouth became more… boyish.

Meanwhile, in his hands, the snake had slowly begun to change. Morphing away from its initial state, it had slowly shifted to becoming a scythe, held in his arms as gentle pulsations of a firm power took shape around the Edotensei Iramasha's body. The final part of the transformation was the hood that he wore, which slowly began to shift into a black top hat, morphing completely as one hand reached up, the other holding his scythe at his side as he placed two fingers on its brim. His fingernails that gripped around the scythe's shaft had grown long and black, but the most disturbing thing of all was that smile he wore.

Slowly, but surely, this man's eyes looked over at the woman and Kenta. "… 2015… Rain… alcohol… mangled… vehicle.." Those words passed directly from him to Kenta, a small smile dawning his facial features. "...Would your little daughter… enjoy seeing you now…?" He asked the man through the barrier, his words passing right through as if they went directly to the man's head. That smile became animated on his face, a giggle possessing him as his shoulders shook.

Slowly he hefted the scythe to his side, holding it with the blade pointed outwards, looking at the golden wall. Smiling, he brought the scythe down once more, the energy bonds that maintained it ripping and tearing as the Dust Energy vibrated along the scythe's length. After all, this was the Undertaker's calling card. The peculiar bone-like scythe that he wielded, the winds that poured around his body… he was the Grim Reaper. And he was here to play…

"Shishishi… Come, let's play!"

The wind began to kick up around his body, billowing his black cloak about as he grabbed onto his scythe with both hands. His stance slowly shifted downwards, his hair moving out of the way of his face for a moment… and his eyes could be seen. The red irises of the Doctor were gone, replaced by a shimmering, shining blue. That eye was locked on the boy, before dashing forwards.

Throwing his body around, he brought the scythe downwards on the Quincy's left arm, attempting to sever it entirely from her body in his lightning fast charge. Throwing his right hand outwards, scythe-like blades of wind began to appear all around the battlefield, while his arm slowly slid back… and abruptly attempted to slice off one of Kenta's arms. "It's a great joke, isn't it…?" He asked the woman as his feet reestablished themselves on the ground, twirling the scythe around in rapid circles between both hands. "You can't wield two guns with one arm!" He explained to her, before the scythes all around them began to flash forwards, winds billowing and tearing as marks and scars appeared in the earth around the battlefield.

Along her body, the scythes would slash outwards, primarily focusing on her arms and abdomen. The Undertaker's body was moving as well, dashing about in an erratic motion as he appeared low to the ground, the scythe held along his shoulders with the blade facing downwards as he spun himself once again, moving upwards. This slash aimed to cut past her defenses by coming down from below, making dodging very difficult. In addition, the scythe was attempting to slide behind her, making escape difficult. Bringing his body around to face away from her, his arms pulled the scythe along with him. His fingers were traced along its length, maintaining their firm grip as the black nail polish shone with the glint off of the bone-white handle.

Finally, he set the scythe down to his side, looking back at Kenta as he slowly brought up a hand. Sliding it beneath his hair, he slowly brought it back, letting that blue eye appear as trails and tendrils of Chaos energy began to appear around him, heading straight for Kenta. They would not harm him… but they would merely brush against him. If they made contact, however, a file would appear within the Undertaker's, and therefore the Doctor's, mind. A complete record about the death of this man. His Grim Record.

Turning his head back around to face the Agent of Chaos, his body felt primed and ready to respond to whatever she tried. He was, quite frankly, having a wonderful time. It had been so long since he had been loosed from the Doctor's mind, able to control a body, able to fight or exchange banter. The hand that was holding up his hair slowly came back down to his lip, a black fingernail shining against the dull red of his smile. He could feel the breath along his finger's surface… it truly was magnificent to be back. "Now, would you like me to keep playing by myself…? Or should I call some of my friends…?" He asked the woman… as very slowly, the ground began to gently shake. Over the next bout of battle… two coffins would slowly rise out of the ground, parting the earth as they emerged...

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