Dark Reunions

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(K a m e k o)

"It's Kameko. K-A-M-E-K-O. Got it memorized?" ~ Kameko Madoka-Sugiura

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[ G u i l t y G e a r X 2 : M e e t A g a i n ]
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E n t e r P o s t



W i t h T h e K n i g h t
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Are you ready to face your fate?



Death may be my only freedom..

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Come on, let's rock.

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The world of the living seemed rather boring and trivial once someone had experienced all the other dimensions and extremities that the world had to offer.. Er.. well.. the other worlds anyway. The world of the living always seemed like such a boring and dull place to Kameko, regardless of whatever she might have been doing beforehand. Hell, even GUARD duty seemed like excitement incarnate compared to some of the tripe she'd been forced to sit through while on recon in the human world. I mean really, staring at a moving picture for two and a half hours? What kind of entertainment was that? Kameko would much rather prefer to go out and actually, oh, I don't know, hurt things. Save people, be.. uh.. RELEVANT? It gave her a headache just thinking about how much it bored her. If it weren't for the impossibility of it, Kameko would just drag all the humans to one of the spiritual realms, nuke the boring fucking earth, and be done with it, but no, that would be "inappropriate."

So why, one might ask, was Kameko in the world of the living currently if she hated it so much? Well the answer to that was simple. She was off-duty. And, much to her chagrin, when she was off-duty, her queen made her leave the realm. Told her directly, under order, to go out and take care of herself, have some fun, meet some people, or something. Because, in all honesty, if it were up to her, Kameko would stand watch by the royal house for the rest of the life, just making sure her queen was safe. Yes it was a useless enterprise seeing as how the sugiura realm wasn't under any threat besides easily-dealt-with rogue guardian beasts, but it was the thought that counted, right? Of course it was. She would die to protect her queen. To Kameko, the bitter end wasn't just a concept, it was how she had been raised all her life. Then again, her younger years were all royally fucked in the head. I mean.. she had dated Daigoro Ito for fucks sake, how screwed in the noggin do you have to be to even consider that trainwreck for a date? Yeesh.

So here she was, stepping technique after stepping technique, traveling from lamp post to lamp post down this deserted street. So. Goddamn. Boring. Kameko sighed, elegantly-brushed green hair flowing behind her on the night breeze. Her golden eyes searched the streets for signs of movement.. Any sign. Come on. Something. Please. For the love of god. WAIT THERE W-- Fuck, just a cat. Kameko grumbled, crossing her arms inside the sleeves of her long white coat, the one identified by her as looking oddly like a strait-jacket. It was way too fucking quiet out tonight. Was it at all possible for something, nay, ANYTHING even MARGINALLY entertaining to happen tonight? Was that possible? Please? Kameko let loose a heavy sigh, stopping atop one of the street lamps and tapping her foot impatiently. Why did it seem absolutely impossible for her to be entertained in the slightest tonight? Was it just the night in particular? Or was her hatred of the human world infecting her view of what a "good time" was while there? Either way, she needed something to keep her mind busy, soon, because the more her brain sat idle, the more her thoughts returned to.. him.. and.. that was one place she definitely did not want to go with her train of thought. He had caused her enough pain already, and told her how he felt. That should be enough. It should.. it.. Kameko wiped her eyes, grumbling at how weak she was for having to fight to hold back tears like that. He was over. He was a part of her past now. She needed to stop bringing him into the present.. it wasn't healthy for her. Yeah she had to see him every day during cell transfer, but that didn't mean her mind had to constantly be on him like it was. All she was doing was torturing herself..

Kameko sighed, kicking her foot out in an arc that ended above her head, using the momentum to carry herself in a backwards-flip through the air onto the ground. Showing off, one might say, well actually.. no. Showing off implies that there'd actually be anyone there to see it happen. Kameko sighed again, kicking a pebble clear across the street and walking down the way, cautiously checking corners and blind spots as she moved down the street, looking left, right, left again, checking for any possible signs of life. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Fuck.

Kameko groaned, continuing to walk for a little bit before miraculously, and finally, she heard something.. She tilted her head, straining her ears a bit to try and detect what it was from here... It sounded like either.. someone yelling.. or combat..? Or maybe it was both. Hmm. Kameko turned her head in the direction of the disturbance, taking a step forward and seemingly disappearing as she used steps to carry herself to the rooftop. Eventually, through a combination of her own steps, and her Knight Step, she reached a building overlooking what she had heard.

Looking down, Kameko could see and sense the beings below. A demon, a hollow of some sort, and an Iramasha. By the looks of things, the demon couldn't possibly be that strong, but he was facing the hollow, who she felt WAS, in fact, strong. Judging by the attacks and skill, along with the more humanoid form, Kameko would guess Vasto Lorde, if anything. However, she knew not the classes that demons or iramasha might be judged by, so she couldn't tell with the other two. Kameko sighed, tapping the sigil on her forehead in concentration. Said sigil would keep the men below from detecting her as a thread, as it was designed to lower her reiatsu output to match that of a low-rank shinigami, an unseated at the highest. She sighed softly, if there was a fight in the middle of the street like this, and no one else was around, she had to intercept, it was in her nature.. It was also her duty, she couldn't allow this to go unanswered, either. With a shrug, Kameko stepped off the rooftop, lowering herself slowly to the ground with her reiatsu and slipping her hands into her pockets, tilting her head and looking at the men as her feet touched solid ground. "I don't care what kind of personal grudges you fellas have. I don't care what started this, but these are protected streets, and you picked the wrong night to think you could fight here without intervention." Kameko gave a soft chuckle, "My name is unimportant, before anyone bothers asking, just get the hell out of here before anyone besides you buffoons gets hurt by this." Kameko's eyes traveled back and forth between the two, after that attack from the hollow, the demon would definitely be pissed, but she couldn't afford to let a huge fight break out right here... Kameko sighed, silently releasing the first stage of her ziamichi power under the detection-protection of the sigil, changing again into the second, and then the third form, as a dome of control silently formed over the area. Just as she did so, Kameko saw the hollow extend his talons towards the demon. She didn't hear what attack he had called, but she heard the word "Cero" and that was enough. Quickly, she closed down the possibility of momentum in the area immediately in front of the hollow's hand, so whenever the needles shot out, they were caught in the air by his hand, as if they were just extensions. Kameko turned them mid-air, altering their momentum clockwise, before flicking her hand, speeding their momentum up as all ninety-nine fly into the nearest building. "Now then," Kameko said pleasantly, releasing the sigil on her forehead with an ominous purple glow as the full power of her reiatsu bore down on the area, "I think that you boys should leave, and settle this another day, in another place. Because I'm telling you now.." Kameko smiled warmly, but there was a primal anger behind that smile, one that made it.. scary.. "I am in no mood to deal with cretins, fools, or cavemen. So, if you don't mind, kindly get the fuck out of Karakura."

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(K a m e k o)

"It's Kameko. K-A-M-E-K-O. Got it memorized?" ~ Kameko Madoka-Sugiura

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[ K e n j i K a w a i : E m i y a ]
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E n t e r P o s t



W i t h T h e K n i g h t
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Are you ready to face your fate?



Death may be my only freedom..

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Come on, let's rock.

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Kameko sighed, shaking her head as she watched the battle go on. Honestly, the hollow was.. quite perplexing. He fought with a power and a brutality that showed no mercy, and showed that, if anything, he had nothing to lose... Kameko gaped, almost dumbfounded, at the strength in the explosion and the energy-draining attack types that the hollow was using. He would definitely be a formidable opponent... if he so chose as to fight Kameko. The knight sighed, she really hoped it wouldn't come to that. In face, she was hoping for anything but. SHe didn't want a fight, she had come here to keep the peace. Was that so wrong? Kameko grumbled, rubbing one temple and slowly letting her power disappate back into the seal, her reiatsu sealing away slowly. It looked like things here were going to be handled, in all honesty, the hollow would probably kill both of them, and if anyone asked Kameko, she was never here, how could she have stopped them? She sighed, turning to leave, before...

"Fine. Hey lady, I'm going already I guess. People can't have a normal conversation anymore...I'm down with that don't really want to start a ruckus anyway with the way my clan treated me...nah, disrespect me is more like it...But ok, I'm going..."

Kameko twitched, her eye juttering down and up as she turned back around, taking a step forward as her reiatsu released once more, not only her ziamichi ability spiking, but her sugiura reiatsu as well, her body entering a state of dual-kyuu-kyou, slowly but surely, as the windows in the nearby buildings began cracking and smashing from the force of her massive spiritual pressure. The knight clenched her fists, tilting her head in a mix of curiosity and anger. "Did. You. Just. Call. Me. Lady?" Kameko's irises turned red, her visage forcing a smile out of sheer blood-curdling rage as she shivered slightly, chuckling and tilting her head back upright, tilting her head down with her eyes still staring at the Iramasha. "I will show you. The penalty. For discerning a Knight of Honor by their gender. " Kameko gave a half-smile, turning to the hollow, who still seemed busy with the demon. "Hey, you. Hollow. I have no intent to fight you, but be sure not to get in my way either." She cracked her neck, turning back to the iramasha and lowering herself down onto one knee, her shirt flowing out almost like a shirt around her waist as she did so.

Kameko closed her eyes, facing the ground as the earth and concrete below her began to glow, a brilliant white that put even a coffin's dressings to shame. The knight snapped, the four forms of her sacred materializing, floating in a circle around her head. Blades, chakrams, claymores, and lances. The knight lifted her head, her eyes snapping open and glowing white as the four sacreds began spinning and rotating wildly, lifting Kameko into the air. She stretched out her legs from their kneeled position, stretching her arms out as if crucified, and smiling at a silent joke as the four forms span faster, creating a hurricane of wind below her before floating into her, merging with her very being and holding her aloft.

The knight spoke, her voice changing from it's normal, sounding ancient.. eerie.. and threatening. The chant wasn't known to any, as this form had never been used before in a battle as petty as this. However, she had something to prove, and it's not like there was anyone here who could report her having this form when they didn't even know her name. Besides, with the hollow having a boot at the throat at one, it didn't look like either of these cretins were going to live, anyway.

"Body of the Defender, Heart of the Mystic, Blood of the Warrior.. Combine and give to me your power.. Grant me.. Form of the Knight...."

With that, a huge flash of blinding light and reiatsu expanded outward from Kameko's being.. coating the area for a moment.. before her true final form was revealed...


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Kameko seemed to step from the very light itself as she reverted entirely into her changed form. The knight smirked, pale skin reflecting the dull light from the street lamps. Her now completely-white hair flowed down by her waist, intead of the usual at her shoulder or back. She opened her eyes, looking up at the iramasha with the red orbs that now occupied her head. She took another step forward, her change in outfit now also apparent. The simple robe and pants from before had been replaced. In their stead was a skin-tight body suit, covered in random places with a spiraly red design. On her hands were white gloves, fingerless, that moved as her fingers stretched out. It had been a while since she had used this form... Once adjusted though... Kameko groaned, cracking her neck, causing a spark of lightning to fly from the skin over the joint. She sighed in relief, facing the iramasha and smirking. Taking a step forward, her now-complete full spiritual pressure descended upon the area. Spiritual energy so strong that it once brought the queen of the western sugiuras to her knees. Energy that had scared even Sayuri... The knight grinned, an insane and blood-lusting grin, as she stepped forward again, the ground beneath her foot cracking as a spark of lightning flew from the crack made. Kameko smiled, almost warmly, before suddenly disappearing. In a flash step that proceeds all other normal level step techniques, she was behind Draven, swinging a hard punch for the back of his head at lightning speeds. If it impacted, not only would he get the full brunt of her immense physical strength behind it, but the pain and damage of the injury would also increase from the strength and resilient toughness of her adamantium skin. As if that weren't enough, on impact, her fist would discharge ten million volts of electricity directly into the body of the iramasha. After she had finished the punch's arc, Kameko used her defender step to instantly move away a safe distance, a blinding flash of light being left where she was standing a moment before.

Not wasting any time, Kameko immediately moved to a vantage point to the right of the Iramasha, about 50 yards away. Once there, Kameko extended her arms to both sides, a huge wall of pure scalding fire appearing in front of her, roughly 20,000 degrees F in intensity. The wall, one hundred feet tall and wide by ten feet thick, crawled slowly towards the iramasha from the right. But that's not all, immediately afterward, Kameko stepped again, to the iramasha's front, doing the same technique from the front of Draven. Grinning sadistically, she stepped twice more, doing the same at the left and back of the iramasha, watching the huge burning walls of fire climb and crawl towards him. Not stopping there, the knight raised her arm up, a gigantic black dome forming around Draven and the fire walls, roughly fifty feet tall with a sixty foot radius. Kameko snapped, smirking maliciously as about 50,000 glowing white blade-like shapes of reiatsu formed on the insides of the dome at random places. She snapped again, the black dome changing to white, and the white blades changing to black as they shot out, the fifty thousand blades all descending upon the Iramasha at bala speed with cero strength contained in each one. With a sadistic chuckle, Kameko slammed her palm into the ground, lightning flying up as her ethereal energy molded the terrain, shaping the earth and concrete to close around the dome completely, the dome and the fire walls trapped inside, along with, possibly, Draven.

The knight turned back to the caveman, nodding and crossing her arms. Now.. it was time to see whether or not the iramasha was too much of a pussy to come out of that alive..

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