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The sun was setting - she almost felt it like a second heartbeat in her veins, throbbing, moving, sinking lower, and lower. Like sweat, beading down the length of her spine. She throbbed, a pulsing ache that crushed her bones. The night was coming, and with it, nightmares. The night was coming, yes, yes. The night -- but it wasn't the night she looked forward to, wasn't the darkness, or the shadow.

Lucy was without a purpose; without much of anything as her feet walked a path she barely recognized; but there was familiarity in it, and if that was the only comfort she was going to find tonight, then so be it. Her heart crushed itself against the cage of her breast; grinding itself into splintered pieces; each delectable pinch of pain making everything around her sweeter. Her eyes are red; her hair redder still -- but it didn't stop people from over looking her. She was no one, nothing -- if her hat was removed, would she remain the same?

If she reached out -- like so, so terribly soft -- would they still look away? Their ignorance infuriated her, hurt her; she carved into the wound she had been dealt as a child and relived those memories, using each horrible act against her as a shield; the anger mounted, and mounted, lava spilling over, gushing over the lip of what could never be stopped.

And why would she want it to stop?

This was what she had become, what they had made her -- and they deserved to see the creature they had nurtured so carefully with cruel, harsh words. Her lips turn up, her eyes deepening in color: that cold, merciless rage was sharp enough to cut to the quick without physical action. The pain was that of the soul, but she wasn't a poet to feel satisfaction by masochistic existentialism. She needed reality cupped in her hands; she needed flesh and blood and their screams echoing in her ears. Her eyes glimmered like diamonds, her mouth turning up, higher, higher, unable to stop the stretched, crooked grin from splitting apart her face like death.

The plaza was quiet until her vectors burst from her skin, as silent and deadly as her rage; honed to a edge far keener than anything she could ever feel. Invisible, nearly invincible; she felt the rush, the blood rushing to her head -- the rage, the anger. Yes, if there was nothing for her tonight, then this would have to do. Memories were a horrible thing. She would erase them with blood, if she had to -- and she did, easily. So easily, her vectors sliding through bodies, ripping out hearts as viciously as if she were ripping out her own. What did she see when she stared at all the carnage, at the blood that splattered her porcelain white skin and made her a vulgar painting etched in human death?

What was she, eyeball deep in vengeance?

An animal only? Or was there still something almost-human in the way she perceived the world?

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word count;; 515
tags;; dunno, who ever. RP RP RP RP
OOC;; Rusty, but I'll get the hang of it

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[The Horned Frog]

This had to be the first call in quite a long time. And with things speeding up at New Masada, these patrol runs were few and far in between for the Horned Frog. But today, his turn came up and he needed the tune-up badly. Also, the patrol gave him a peace of mind away from the whole planning, scheming, and preparing. He was trying to find and fight a relatively unknown opponent along with turning raw recruits into champions of a seemingly helpless planet. He was given responsibility and burdens that were insurmountable considering the resources he was given. And even with all of the resources of the world behind him, he felt that they were not enough. Unless they could go off planet and see if the new metals and elements that the Tartalians introduced were even able to be found in the solar system. Things worried the Horned Frog. That this fight could be more than he could bite off and chew.

Seated atop of a rooftop a few miles away, the Horned Frog looked over the city. Feeling the fleeting warmth of the setting sun, the black clad helmeted Foreigner reflected upon those thoughts. Then, something pierced his ears, blood curdling screams reaching into his soul. Then the violet eyes of the Frog opened, and his body sprang to action. He backed up a few steps, took a deep breath, pinpointed the location of the screams, and sprinted forward. Reaching the edge of the building, he leaped into the air. The powerful muscles in the Frog's propelled him up and forward. Once the gravity would take him back to the earth, he would find himself landing on the next rooftop and he repeated the process until he had found himself right over the plaza. The plaza where the attacks where coming from.

A pink haired girl merely standing there as numerous people were being chopped down like that of winter wheat. Committing murder by not lifting a finger. Something wasn't right, as he narrowed his protected eyes. Nonetheless, this was a very ruthless opponent. An opponent to be reckoned with. Switching over his heads-up displays for infrared vision and saw something disturbing. There were invisible appendages that the girl was wielding. Cutting through people and objects like a knife through hot butter. The Horned Frog took another deep breath and scowled. Just what he wanted, a psychotic killer that he couldn't get close to.

Taking out a few silver balls, he took another leap off of the high spot that he had protected himself from sight and aimed to land a good distance away from the girl. This would provide a decent buffer space. Sadly, there was nothing he could do about the people who were killed by this person covered in the blood of innocents. Now he found himself in mid-air over the girl and dropping his payload: a combination of smoke and flash grenades. This should disorient the person long enough to make the Frog's appearance known. Taking a twisting flip, he landed with a thud in the middle of the plaza. Right on target and giving himself enough room to use a long-range attack on the girl.

With his feet set, he assumed a defensive fighting position. Taking a note out of the Zion Technique taught to him by the Sable Cicada, his left arm moving underneath his right arm perpendicular to his body as his right hand extended out, his palm facing towards the figure now encased in smoke. His shoulders are arched up as his left foot leading forward as his right provided support and balance to the stance. This would give his body a powerful look, as a Texas Horned Lizard stands firm against its threat.

Hopefully, this would ensure an escape for the survivors of the attack. Now this person is going to pick on someone their own size. And messing with the Horned Frog, the now de facto leader of the Great Alliance and as of right now, the only human line of defense against the deadly interstellar empire known as the Imperium. This could end up going bad for either the rogue girl or the Foreigner. If the girl were to shake off the attack and lunge for him, he could easily defend using the Zion Wave. Hoping and praying that this conflict would be over and quick before authorities would arrive. Then, there could be even more casualties and potentially a lot of collateral damage.

[R-F]

(Bout time!) The Seishin thought to himself after waiting patiently in front of the counter inside of a 'KFC'. He stood around for a good 20 minutes; having finished a 'Mountain Dew' as they fixed up a new batch of 'Original Recipe'. So yay, it was fresh! After finally receiving his '12 Piece Meal', Ryuusei refilled up his cup and exited the Fast Food restaurant.

The Seishin started the long walk to the building where his van was parked; the cold of the cup not bothering him in the slightest. While his sense of smell was...completely focused on his 'chicky'; the rest were on full alert in case of a mugging; after all he was homeless back in the day, if he saw a free meal pass by his alley, he wouldn't hesitate to take it...Or if some A-hole driver, decided Ryuusei DIDN'T have the 'right of way'.

He continued down the street, and ass he did his ears picked up a scream; he paused...even though that could come 'pleasure' as well as pain...he wouldn't take the chance. "Just gonna check it out, if it's nothin' I'll..." However, that was only the first; soon many blood curdling screams followed it. And he could just 'tell' something bad was going down.

Gritting his teeth, (That's sure as hell no orgy!) as he made his way through traffic; dodging and even hopping on vehicles. The car he was on approached a flat-roofed; 3-story building. Ryuusei crouched then leaped as high as he could; all-the-while focusing Wind Chi. He released it while in mid-air and rocketed upward several meters but appearing as a green blur. After his 'Setsuna' technique fizzled out; the Seishin landed on the roof and set down his KFC. He took a deep breath,"The high road's better; I'm sure there's panic enough without me tearin' up the streets." and sprinted across the roof then leapt, Setsuna'd and landed onto a higher roof. He repeated this process as he cut through town, finally landing on one of the buildings in the plaza.

Down below he saw it; some pink-haired girl in the center of a mass of death. The Seishin had to admit she was 'cute'; but luckily the right head was firmly in control here. Back in the day he'd seen many girls with ice in their veins; brutally murder people in the open and in broad daylight...then grab a burger! He was ready to drop in, when he saw...or rather 'didn't see' how the victims were being killed. "The hell!?" He's seen plenty of weirdness; but no way has he seen it all yet. Looking down at his fist, "That an 'air blade'? Like my Souhajin?" and normally he'd be thrilled to face someone with a similar technique; but not against a mass murderer.

He then noticed someone else roof-hopping, and while in mid-air he dropped several objects which burst, releasing smoke. Ryuusei didn't recognize the person, or know what abilities they possessed. So it was decided, he dropped to the street below, into the smoke. If this girl was using a similar technique; then he's best suited to fight fire with fi...air with air!

(OOC: Yeah, I'm a bit rusty myself...but here goes something!)