Oda Kousen
Jul 18, 2009 6:01:48 GMT -5
Post by Mumiyoshi on Jul 18, 2009 6:01:48 GMT -5
[Ralph's character] [Fourth Thread]
[7/14/09] [Page 487] [Post #14595]
As they ascended the steps, it became evident that there was someone waiting for them at the top. It was of course another Death Human - a female one this time. She was fairly tall, but not as tall as Morodin - maybe 5'11", as opposed to his 6'1". Her head was bowed low, even for a Death Human, and what features might have been seen beneath her hood were concealed by long strands of night-black hair, leaving only her slight, pale-skinned mouth visible. She didn't react at all as the trio approached - just stood there, perhaps looking at them, perhaps merely staring straight ahead.
Spencer heard it. Though then it occured to him that perhaps he shouldn't talk. He was, after all, just a servant now. And he recalled from many old manuscripts that servants were to only speak when spoken to, as well as other things. Again, fifty million questions, and rising. But now there was another Death Human. Spencer was somewhat shocked at this, but then he realized that assuming how many were around was flawed. Certainly, there would be others around. Perhaps not ones with free will...but... He decided not to say anything, just to be on the safe side. That, and Spencer was shorter than her, so that made him seem slightly inferrior for some reason.
Morodin glanced at the new Death Human and just walked past her. Kozaru however paused in front of her, eyeing her with a somewhat strange look on his face. It wasn't exactly suspicious, but... there was a hint of guardedness to it.
The reason for this soon became apparent as the female wordlessly but quite suddenly spun at went at Morodin, right arm drawing back to strike him. There was quite an ugly cracking sound as some sort of blade actually burst through the skin between her middle and ring fingers. It looked... almost like the blade of a scythe, if a miniature one... but in a flash it was headed along with the hand it protruded from towards the back of Morodin's head.
Spencer's eyes widened in shock. Someone would dare strike Morodin here? Whoever she was, she had guts... Which was something for a supposedly empty shell. Now what was he to do? He couldn't grasp his Void anymore, and Death was there...But he couldn't figure out how to work it into anything. And he had no weapon... Well. His scythe was probably somewhere in limbo...But that was out of his grasp as well. All of this went through his head in miliseconds. "Morodin!" Reflex made Spencer utter. Well, he had been used to saving people and helping them... Being powerless had him feeling worthless...
Showing no signs of any perturbation, and indeed without even looking around at first, Morodin reached over his shoulder with his left hand and grabbed the woman's wrist with the blade inches from his flesh. He looked around and smirked. "Wonderful to see you too, Kousen," he murmured to the woman.
Kousen was looking down once more - if she had ever looked up at all. "Morodin-sama," she answered the greeting in a soft, slightly hoarse tone. Then something rather odd happened. "Welcome home," were the words which left her lips. But at the exact same time, another voice, which sounded like hers only even raspier and with a clear hint of malice in it, could be heard in the minds of each of the other three standing there. "Some day, I will kill you." She then finally raised her head slightly to look round at Spencer. Perhaps by chance more than anything else, her hair fell from her face momentarily to reveal her features. They were delicate, even beautiful, but were marred by one, or rather two, things: twin mounds of swollen flesh scarred shut, vaguely recognisable as eye lids. The wounds looked old, but still rather horrific. "You have a guest," she spoke out loud... and once again the other voice hissed something else, though only on the very last word. "A new slave."
[7/14/09] [Page 487] [Post #14595]
As they ascended the steps, it became evident that there was someone waiting for them at the top. It was of course another Death Human - a female one this time. She was fairly tall, but not as tall as Morodin - maybe 5'11", as opposed to his 6'1". Her head was bowed low, even for a Death Human, and what features might have been seen beneath her hood were concealed by long strands of night-black hair, leaving only her slight, pale-skinned mouth visible. She didn't react at all as the trio approached - just stood there, perhaps looking at them, perhaps merely staring straight ahead.
Spencer heard it. Though then it occured to him that perhaps he shouldn't talk. He was, after all, just a servant now. And he recalled from many old manuscripts that servants were to only speak when spoken to, as well as other things. Again, fifty million questions, and rising. But now there was another Death Human. Spencer was somewhat shocked at this, but then he realized that assuming how many were around was flawed. Certainly, there would be others around. Perhaps not ones with free will...but... He decided not to say anything, just to be on the safe side. That, and Spencer was shorter than her, so that made him seem slightly inferrior for some reason.
Morodin glanced at the new Death Human and just walked past her. Kozaru however paused in front of her, eyeing her with a somewhat strange look on his face. It wasn't exactly suspicious, but... there was a hint of guardedness to it.
The reason for this soon became apparent as the female wordlessly but quite suddenly spun at went at Morodin, right arm drawing back to strike him. There was quite an ugly cracking sound as some sort of blade actually burst through the skin between her middle and ring fingers. It looked... almost like the blade of a scythe, if a miniature one... but in a flash it was headed along with the hand it protruded from towards the back of Morodin's head.
Spencer's eyes widened in shock. Someone would dare strike Morodin here? Whoever she was, she had guts... Which was something for a supposedly empty shell. Now what was he to do? He couldn't grasp his Void anymore, and Death was there...But he couldn't figure out how to work it into anything. And he had no weapon... Well. His scythe was probably somewhere in limbo...But that was out of his grasp as well. All of this went through his head in miliseconds. "Morodin!" Reflex made Spencer utter. Well, he had been used to saving people and helping them... Being powerless had him feeling worthless...
Showing no signs of any perturbation, and indeed without even looking around at first, Morodin reached over his shoulder with his left hand and grabbed the woman's wrist with the blade inches from his flesh. He looked around and smirked. "Wonderful to see you too, Kousen," he murmured to the woman.
Kousen was looking down once more - if she had ever looked up at all. "Morodin-sama," she answered the greeting in a soft, slightly hoarse tone. Then something rather odd happened. "Welcome home," were the words which left her lips. But at the exact same time, another voice, which sounded like hers only even raspier and with a clear hint of malice in it, could be heard in the minds of each of the other three standing there. "Some day, I will kill you." She then finally raised her head slightly to look round at Spencer. Perhaps by chance more than anything else, her hair fell from her face momentarily to reveal her features. They were delicate, even beautiful, but were marred by one, or rather two, things: twin mounds of swollen flesh scarred shut, vaguely recognisable as eye lids. The wounds looked old, but still rather horrific. "You have a guest," she spoke out loud... and once again the other voice hissed something else, though only on the very last word. "A new slave."
