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You're fighting for your life inside a killer thriller.

WHO: Open to all
WHAT: Selina unleashes a fog and some 'kind' guiding lights.
WHEN: October 7th - 14th
WHERE: All five cities.

[As 6 in the morning rolls around on the 7th a thick fog slowly makes it way around all five cities, covering every nook and cranny it could reach. By the time morning arrived it's hard to tell it's even morning by the amount laying around. Should you go outside there appears to be a ball of light that is more than willing to guide you. Will you follow it or get lost trying to find your own way?

On the 14th the fog will suddenly disperse without warning and like it was never there to begin with.]

[OOC: If you want your character to bump into a monster please write up what one in the header and I'll tag back. Also to note Selina will not be wondering around and will most likely be watching from a crystal ball instead.]

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Sakuya was just getting off work, exiting the diner having already changed into a more "casual" attire when she spotted a glowing orb of light off to one side. Smiling faintly, the former maid relaxed some, absently stroking the case of her pocket watch as she turned and walked toward the orb, intending to follow it.

"Thank you Selina." She didn't know if she would be seen or heard, but she bowed her head slightly regardless. "I do appreciate it."

The fog seemed almost unnatural and reminded her faintly of the scarlet mist incident a few years back. It wouldn't surprise her if Selina knew of, or was the cause of the fog. Such occurrences were not uncommon where she was from. Still, it was at least kind of her to lead her to safety.

"As I said before, I have every intention of returning the favor when opportunity allows."

Bison had been looking for new talent since he had gotten back into the swing of things. Especially with the Halloween party coming up, he needed to secure his supremacy decisively.

Or, you know, punch someone and relieve some boredom. Either worked.

And so he found himself at the end of a path, which would surely lead some fool right to him. Whether that fool would be useful to the almighty Bison, or simply so much detritus to clean his boot of, only fate knew.

When his target saw fit to reach him, Bison would employ his trademark opening: appearing out of an oily, dark portal of shadow, arms crossed, and a menacing smile on his face.

Sakuya paused as Bison appeared in front of her, eyes flicking several times from the light, to him, and back again. She was considerably more tense than she was before, shifting subtly to ensure the garter containing her heavy combat knife was visible, though she made no move to grab it. A subtle indication that she was at least armed.

"Good evening." She gave a small bow, keeping her eyes trained on him. Something was wrong. It was like he was expecting her. Mild irritation began bubbling up in the maid. She had been lied to. Either he had somehow been tracking her, had gotten very lucky, or the orbs were not meant to lead a person to safety.

"... May I... Help you?"

Bison let out something between a laugh and a dismissive grunt. Was he so little known yet that people were offering him petty courtesies, rather than fleeing for their lives? That would have to change.

"For your sake, you had better." He slowly walked up to her, eyes scanning her neck for the telltale trinket that marked her as a pawn worth considering. If this was a useless sprite, there'd be hell to pay.

Sakuya wasn't wearing a necklace. At least not visibly. Her eyes narrowed at his approach, straightening up a little bit. He was taller than she was, but, at the same time, she held an air of strength around her.

Oddly enough she still didn't seem intimidated, her lips thinning as she sized him up... She wasn't sure what she would be in for if things turned sour, but she certainly wasn't helpless.

"I'm afraid I can only assist you if you specify what it is you need..."

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Her tranquility in the face of Bison's soulless gaze was noteworthy, but he was only considering his desires. He'd make his inquiry short; Bison was losing patience.

"Answer me, girl. Do you possess a necklace, marking you worthy of my attention?"

At this point Sakuya just wanted him out of her face. However she was fairly certain if she answered no he would try to kill her on the spot. Weighing her options for a moment she settled on the truth. It might give her a bit more time to glean his motive out of him.

"Yes. I received a green one upon waking in this place. Is that all?"

Mentally she had already seized control of the spacetime around her, ready to pull herself through if need be. There was a faint aura around her. A sense of void.

The aura of nothingness about her seized Bison; could she have the power of nothingness? There was something blank about Sakuya...Bison was wary.

Accepting, too. Bison took her at her word, more out of a desire to hurry things along and get back to business elsewhere than a tendency to trust.

With a slowly widening grin, Bison began his pitch.

"Good. Then join Shadaloo, and serve the mighty Bison." He wasn't much to waste words.

That's what he wanted? A servant? Did she really wear something like that on her sleeve or was he simply asking any passerby with some fragment of power? That in and of itself was suspect, though the question did ease her mind somewhat in one regard. The orb didn't lead her into "danger" intentionally. Maybe. Coincidence seemed to be getting more and more plausible.

Though she was still in danger. That much she knew. She did not let her aura dim, nor did she make it any worse.

"I am the maid of the devil who opposes the gods. My Lady may be absent but I do understand how to respect power. However you have done nothing to give me reason to bend knee."

"Hmhmhm. None can oppose the god you see before you. If you will not bow before me, then perhaps your legs require some...persuasion."

His grin widened yet, and he let in with a slide kick, turning up tufts of dust as he zoomed towards her.

Edited 2014-10-09 04:53 (UTC)

The moment he moved, the aura increased tenfold, the space around her rippling and distorting as her grip on time tightened, displacing herself, eyes flashing red as the world froze around her. She dashed forward quickly, drawing a knife and raking it across his cheek, continuing for several steps before stopping.

While she would normally relish a fight, she was in no mood to humor this man. A position similar to the one she held previously would be welcomed but his lack of refinement was quite grating.

When she resumed time he would find himself with a deep cut on his cheek, the maid standing a short distance away, a large knife pointed at him. Her aura was still visible, especially prominent around her eyes and hands. "I am Sakuya Izayoi, servant of The Scarlet Moon. I will not serve an unrefined brute who could not bring a mangy dog to heel."

Bison was stunned, for a moment. No mere martial artist, she. None could move so fast as that without some sort of mysticism, Bison reasoned. Normally he'd stick to mere fisticuffs to provide himself with a challenge, but this spat has escalated too quickly for that.

He touched his fist to his cheek, almost savoring the wound. He then clutched his cape at the shoulder, flinging it aside into the background. "What you are is a pest who has yet to learn its place. Do not worry; I will teach it to you."

With alarming agility, Bison leapt up to the air above, and stabbed his legs towards her head. Stomping heads was such a rare joy.

It seemed she had managed to get herself in deep regardless of intention. With her warning ignored she discarded all thoughts of resolving this peacefully. Hopefully a severe or even crippling injury would be enough to deter him. Killing after such a nice day at work would certainly leave a bad taste in her mouth.

He was alarmingly quick, though already she could see he made a mistake. This time she did seem to move visibly, his elaborate move quite easy to calculate. He lacked the power of flight, and the aerial control that came with it. With amazing precision she stepped diagonally, simply holding her knife, aiming to let gravity make the cut. If he fell upon it it would drag up the back of his calf.

Already she had taken flight, possibly anticipating him to try to sweep her legs. Her eyes flashed once more, hand shimmering as several throwing knives appeared between her fingers. She was aiming to punch them into his spine. She wanted him to see it coming

She kept a close hold on time's fetters. Though she wanted to prove a point she would not hesitate to save her own life if need be.

Bison had long ago learned the art of the mix-up. Seeing that his move was anticipated, no small feat, he lifted his legs up behind his back, shifting his mid-air momentum into his hands. They glowed a purple flame, wreathed in the aura of his psycho power. It would seem he would have to exert some energy after all.

Among that was his own ability for flight, another benefit of psycho power. He enjoyed himself, for a minute, analyzing his opponent as he hovered. "Seems you're full of surprises. Shadaloo could make use of someone with your talents."

Her eyes widened slightly at the sudden shift, the maid jerking back quickly as she could. The fist very nearly landed, the energy brushing past her bangs before she vanished in a chilling ripple, appearing a half dozen paces away, steadying herself and facing him, smelling faintly of burnt hair. She flicked her wrists, throwing knives appearing, the woman holding them at the ready.

She could already feel the adrenaline pumping through her system. It had been so long since she last had fun in a fight. A small part of her didn't want to stop... A part she was keen on ignoring should the battle end abruptly.

"You are not quite the mongrel I took you for a moment ago. My apologies. A brute capable of backing a claim of power, though far from godhood." She didn't lower her guard, but she didn't attack either, waiting for him to make the next move.

Bison did love to play the part of the aggressor. His life story, really.

He alighted on the ground, then stood straight as he folded his arms in front of him. "Foolish girl. You will know despair." He let the pause in conversation hang for a moment, letting an air of hesitation hang about him.

In a blink, he was beside her, having used psycho power for a short-range teleport. With a burst of power, his legs went over him as he executed a wheel kick in melee.

It was extremely rare Sakuya faced an opponent with the ability of teleportation so she was caught very off guard when he suddenly appeared beside her. There was no time to dodge this time, the woman holding up her arms, to block the strike, throwing up a weak barrier to help absorb some of the impact and the sting of the energy.

It cracked but didn't break, sending her reeling back and bruising her forearms. She wasn't off balance, however, using her momentum and her own mastery of flight to throw her knives at him. She seemed to flicker and... Suddenly there were knives all around him. Surrounding every angle, the weapons seeming to hang there for a moment before continuing along their path toward him.

She wanted to see what he would do next to get out of such a situation, or if he even could. It was almost a shame she would probably have to kill him to end this. What did he say his name was again? Bison?

Well... Her own name was equally silly.

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Bison grinned as his feet connected, though it was cut short as he ported out of the knife toss. Unfortunately for him, that landed him smack dab in the middle of dozens more. It would seem he would have to bring out the big guns.

As he launched his largest attack yet, a thought went across Bison's mind. Perhaps he would have to use...dare he say it, tact? True, his ego was large enough to make anything like humility out of the question. Still, if he treated his own men reasonably well, then perhaps he might extend the same courtesy to potential recruits too. Much as he enjoyed beating people who talked back.

Well, whatever new strategy he'd employ for his eagerly desired employee, it'd have to wait until he was out of this situation.

Time slowed down to bit as his feet planted themselves more firmly. Some of the swifter blades entered his limbs, but he was focused. His whole body became shrouded in psycho power, and then it happened. "PSYCHO CRUSHER!" Launching himself past, and through, many of the blades in front, he drilled through the air, body spinning at malevolent speeds towards his foe.

Sakuya had a much better understanding of her opponent's skill and tactics now, expecting a counter attack to her own. She didn't, however, expect the strike Bison had followed up with. Though her knives struck him deeply it seemed his power allowed him to overcome the blades inhibiting the movement of some of his muscles.

Her jaw tightened, vanishing not a moment too soon, appearing above him, mid-arc in a jump. Two large blades had already been drawn, the maid's now crimson eyes alight. She was smiling, a grin wide enough to stretch and slightly distorted her features.

"Wounded Soul [Soul Sculpture]"

Calling out the names of her cards was a habit she should probably try to break for future fights...

Her arms moved in a flurry, too fast to see, her blades ripping and tearing at the fabric of reality creating a wall of arced crimson shock-waves. And though the attack bore a close resemblance to the Soul Sculpture she used in danmaku duels, the intention was quite different. These strikes would cause wounds that were far more real.

Bison had about reached his limit now. He was disappointed that his strongest and most signature attack had missed its mark, and he was reduced to full on defense.

So, defend he did. Through a mixture of teleport spam and basic blocking, with a heavy dose of psycho power, he minimized what damage he could. Lucky for him that his body had the likeness of a construct, being able to operate quite well despite any trauma to the contrary. In the flurry of battle, he saw something strange. That Sakuya produced a mad grin, one strikingly like his own. Woman after his own heart?

Regardless, this was about as far he was prepared to go. A reckless part of him was chomping at the bit to release his Shin Bison form. But that would be utterly foolish; for one, merely killing someone, especially someone that until now had posed no real threat, wasn't worth it. For another, it would likely destroy his body for all the excess power it would generate. Lastly, he couldn't risk revealing the full extent of his ability so early in the game.

So, he resolved to relent. It was definitely risky. Bison was relying on Sakuya being one of those honorable types, who would respect a pause in the middle of the action. Still, he accounted for the possibility that her petty nobility had been consumed by sheer bloodlust. Well, if it came to that, he'd merely go back in his portal to fight another day.

Chance, at least, would give him an opening. When he had a moment, he put a finger to his ear piece. "A moment; I must take this." Apparently one of his goons had chanced across something quite ridiculous, and they wanted to see whether it merited further attention.

Edited 2014-10-09 21:09 (UTC)

Her strikes were becoming more and more brutal, her disciplined and refined fighting art lending deadly accuracy to her frenzied state. The discarded knives around him were vanishing at random to be thrown again, coming from stranger and stranger angles as the maid found her rhythm. The force and angle of her throws was changing, the blades actually bouncing off of various surfaces to strike at him from different angles. She was doubtlessly a master of the weapon.

The maid wasn't the honorable sort. She had no honor save for that of her lady. But she was very disciplined, however, and danmaku rules did allow for one to pause the action in case of emergencies. So when Bison paused and began speaking, her rhythm lapsed, the red glow and bone-chilling aura dissolving, though space around her continued to ripple. She had to pause to regain her composure, flickering back a good distance, crouched low, coiled to strike. Her smile was gone, her expression cold and steady once more.

Irritating. This was irritating. She didn't want to stop. He was already wounded, already slowed. She could strike him down now... But the moment had passed, the euphoric rush of battle having scattered almost entirely. It wouldn't be too hard to fall into pace again...

She wasn't the only one who was feeling moody. Bison's usual egomania had subsided to make way for a more pragmatic stoicism.

"*sigh* I see. You fools keep the thing busy, and /don't/ let it escape." *beep*

Bison's smile had turned a bit wry. Any spoils he could take would be taken, of course, however farcical. He had wanted this one, but the prospects of acquiring her were looking doubtful. Such was the balancing act of any evil overlord; finding help strong enough to be useful, but weak enough to be pushed around. Worth a shot, however unlikely.

He plucked a knife from his chest and tossed it aside, turning toward her. He just realized something he had been missing. "What is your name, woman?"

Sakuya didn't waver, her grip tightening around the handles of her knives in case it was a trick. She gripped equally tightly to the time and space around her, monitoring it. She didn't want to be caught off guard by a dopple or a minion or by him teleporting again... Then again if this was a trick it was a very strange one. When speaking he certainly had an air of leadership. That was easy for her to recognize.

She tensed, her stance lowering as he turned his gaze back to her... Her name? Had he forgotten already? "Sakuya Izayoi..." She decided not to point it out. It wasn't surprising that he didn't remember. Up to this point he hadn't really regarded her with any value. Part of her wanted to just end the fight and walk away, another part of her wanting to spill the rest of his blood.

She would wait and see for now...

Ah yes, she did say it a few minutes ago. Perhaps Bison's egomania hadn't completely disappeared, what with glazing over whenever someone said something unimportant to him.

"Well then, Sakuya, I'm afraid our fun has come to an end for today." As affably as Bison could manage, he removed another dagger. "Do reconsider my offer." He smiled as his hand pulsated another time with purple energy. "I intend to finish what I start, one way or another." That last bit of malevolence taken care of, he summoned an inky portal, and began to step through it.

Whether she joined or not, Bison did have to admit that he had whatever else, managed to amuse himself this evening. He'd keep an eye on this one.

He was still set on recruiting her... The thinly veiled threat didn't seem to phase her though. She was confident she could take care of him permanently if he made too much of a nuisance of himself. She was faintly worried that those who didn't deserve it might get caught in the cross fire. He didn't seem the type to be considerate to those around him when fighting.

"I will consider it, but do know I also do not relish leaving things unfinished. Hostility will be returned in full I hope you understand." A pause. "However I will seek you out soon to reclaim the rest of my knives."

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