Character(s)
Miyamoto Kiyoko, Invoker
Location
Miyamoto Shrine - Kitchen
Phase ----- Night
Time ------ 21:34 Day ------- January 12th |
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Originally Posted by
Kuroyuki
"Amazing Invoker! You managed to summon five youkai! I'm not even sure a person in the Demon Hunter's Organization could summon one yet you summoned five strong ones!"
"Demon Hunter's Organization? Oh, you did mention them earlier... I see, so you either belong to a parent organization or are under their care... my, I am expecting you to use your Command Seals someday in order to force me to kill myself, Master."
These words seem like pure jest more than an actual prediction. In fact, it is most likely that Invoker was being her usual outrageous self... yet maybe that deep inside, Kiyoko could detect the underlines of a sincere expectation - something that might frighten the young shrine maiden, for who in their right mind would say such things?
Originally Posted by
Kuroyuki
"Um I was going to visit Sour- I mean the supervisor of the War tomorrow. You can feel free to do what you want? I don't think the war starts till tomorrow if I recall correctly?"
"Visit the supervisor? Then I shall accompany you on that journey of yours. I am curious myself to see what they look like-- plus there is a certain figure I desire to meet, who doubtlessly, will be at the shrine."
The curiosity extends beyond meeting these people though -- Invoker also has noticed that there was a hint of familiarity in Kiyoko's voice when she spoke of the Supervisor. She wasn't talking about a stranger, rather, her way of speech was more akin to the one shown by those who speak of siblings, of their family. If this girl is related to those who were meant to uphold neutrality in the Grail War... then things will certainly shape to become even more interesting than initially thought possible, concerning Miyamoto Kiyoko.
"But such a naive perception of when a war begins... ahahaha~"
Of course, Invoker being herself could not resist letting a mocking laugh escape her lips as Kiyoko clearly expressed her perception of this 'War'. She without doubt believed that this was a sports-like match where rules and the such were to be respected at their finest detail; truly, an immaculate, unstained conscience, that young one had.
Invoker does not have all her time to spend in mockery and amusement though: for a Servant like her, it is imperative that she takes a few steps of 'precaution'. While she has no interest in participating in this war in an orthodox fashion, it does not mean that conflict or even, individuals being actual threats would not show up eventually, forcing both her and Kiyoko into a confrontation where there would be no escape, only a fight to the death... in fact, the Servant in Black pretty much expects this to happen eventually.
That is why...
"Having been given free reign for tonight by my graceful liege, I suppose that I shall go tend to some business of mine. Foolish is the one who builds their house on sand, or so goes a certain saying... wouldn't you agree, my fellow vassals?"
Invoker addresses the five summons under her command, all of them having remained fairly silent and in place, awaiting orders. They seem to be getting slightly impatient from having to wait and watch as Invoker is the sole one to have 'fun' with Kiyoko. They do not respond, but merely acquiesce with a nod of their head.
"Well then..."
Asuka Ayumi
Miyamoto Shrine - Basement
23:00 PM
(BGM On)
Standing on the railings of one of the bridges that linked the Old Town to the Residential District, that is the last thing she remembers doing. Her current location seems to be a totally different place, judging from the silent and stale atmosphere that surrounds her. The sound of car engines in the distance and flowing water are nowhere to be found - in fact, this place is dead silent.
Is this Heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Where has she ended up after committing suicide? How will God punish her for having thrown her life away?
It's not like she could bear it any longer. Her life was a wreck. She had lost her job, been deceived by her boyfriend, and her parents now hated her for having lied to them and having hidden such an outrageous relationship from them. It had lasted five year, her deception of everyone around her, the maddening run after the illusive 'dream' that she believed she could reach should she work hard enough.
But she had no one to support her. It never had been the case in the past, nor is it the case now, for all doors are now closed. Was she a fool to not having aborted that child when she could have? To trusting a man whose only real expression of love was having sex with her, and nothing more, merely exploiting the carnal attractiveness that she possessed?
Yes, she was blind. She still is now, for she sees nothing. She cannot see wherever she is stepping in Hell, or in Heaven.
[Tap, tap.]
Footsteps. She hears them. Someone is approaching in this darkness, approaching slowly, every single one of the steps they take resonating as a piercing echo throughout this room.
[Chop.]
A brisk sensation of emptiness suddenly takes hold of the right part of her body, before an excruciating pain shoots through it. A scream ripping apart the silence of the darkness escapes the girls mouth as her arm falls off. Her blindfolded visage is contorted in agony as her nerves immediately recognize that part of her body has gone missing.
But strangely, nothing else happens. The girl is given a moment of respite, or well, good time to cry her lungs out as she convulses from the pain of the wound she' just received. The time that passes feels like an eternity, but is it a few seconds, a few minutes, or even an hour? Impossible, with so much blood loss, she would die in an instant. Yet... her notion of time might be distorted, but for some reason, her consciousness is still in a prime working condition -- shouldn't she at least feel dizzy, or worse, have fainted from the pain?
"T-this has to be hell..."
"Ara, Ara~ Finally speaking to yourself I see? I am afraid to inform you that this isn't hell, but merely my correctional facility. My duty here is to teach you to value your life a bit more, and reconsider what are the limits a human can endure when it comes to suffering..."
The feeling of cold steel applied to her other arm.
[ Saw, Saw, Saw.]
A massive pain that this time, is not instant, does not have a single stimulus. Her flesh is being violated as a serrated blade slowly works her way through the skin, then the fat, then the muscles, and eventually the bone. If the previous pain she felt was excruciating, then there is no possible description held by humankind that can encompass the burning, scorching, screaming sensations that are ripping her left arm apart by this point.
She screams.
Screams.
S c r e a m s.
But nothing can be heard. She can only hear herself.
This is nowhere the end, only the beginning of her punishment.
A lesson so that one values life.
"You will live my dear. Fear not."
"AaaaAAAaaAAaaaaaaaAAaaAAhhhHHhhhH!!!!"
Asuka Ayumi
Some Park in the Old Town
Very Early in the Morning of the 13th
A black bag is put by the side of a bench. The person that deposits appears to be a local worker on their way for a quick moment of respite on the nearby restroom, yet they do not return to pick the bag. People ignore the black item at first, but as time passes, and as the crowd grows larger and larger, curiosity cannot be withheld as the bag remains there, untouched and sculpted in the strange shape of its content.
But it is not garbage that lies inside that bag, as the contents eventually complain with a weak, desperate whimper.
She has no more legs. No more arms.
She is nothing more than a torso and a head.
The worst of all, her life has been spared... and yet she can recall nothing. Only the pain in the darkness. The agony. The fear.
Perhaps that she now truly fears the concept of death.