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Tango of the Underworld, To the sound of the 'Open Spar Blues'.
All Out, but let it build... Like in the anime, characters don't come out with the biggest and best attacks first turn.
A cold breeze whistles through the dull grey streets, the eery silence broken only by the cracks of glass beneath the fitted white boots of a figure. It is sunny above, but a dark cloud of ash still lingers beneath the cloud layer giving a murky grey undertone to the suns otherwise glimmering golden rays. A faint groan, no... A whimper echoes from a pile of rubble to the figures right hand side, as she turns her head to the sound a street light flickers, wasting the last of its energy to spark a glint in her eye. With the flick of a wrist, she lifts a large rock to reveal the face of a small child, his body crushed beneath layer upon layer or heavy concrete and the remains of furniture. His throat asked for help, but behind his eyes was death... A cruel way to go for one so young, but without a thought his eyes fell shut and his whimpers were silenced, just another broken body in the fractured world around it. Wiping the blood from her kunai, she slides it into her right boot and climbs up over the pile of earth.
Standing atop the rubble,
Approaching the fountain, she looks down into the water. No face stares back at her. It is odd, how the vacancy of a reflection can make one feel so alone... Even when a reflection bares no presence anyway. She leaps delicately onto the water feature in the fountains centre, it appears to be half of a cherub, a half hearted spurting of water occasionally shoots from a sculpted section of stone which appears to have been a bow. From atop the sculpture, she stares out, looking around for life.
All Out, but let it build... Like in the anime, characters don't come out with the biggest and best attacks first turn.
A cold breeze whistles through the dull grey streets, the eery silence broken only by the cracks of glass beneath the fitted white boots of a figure. It is sunny above, but a dark cloud of ash still lingers beneath the cloud layer giving a murky grey undertone to the suns otherwise glimmering golden rays. A faint groan, no... A whimper echoes from a pile of rubble to the figures right hand side, as she turns her head to the sound a street light flickers, wasting the last of its energy to spark a glint in her eye. With the flick of a wrist, she lifts a large rock to reveal the face of a small child, his body crushed beneath layer upon layer or heavy concrete and the remains of furniture. His throat asked for help, but behind his eyes was death... A cruel way to go for one so young, but without a thought his eyes fell shut and his whimpers were silenced, just another broken body in the fractured world around it. Wiping the blood from her kunai, she slides it into her right boot and climbs up over the pile of earth.
Standing atop the rubble,
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(outfit one) comes across a clearing which she assumed was once a lively town square. Now it was a grey square of concrete, a dust covered fountain rests in its centre, the water poisoned by the events around it. Stepping down from the rubble, the woman drops to a knee and grabs a handful of the loose dirt which covers the ground nearly a foot all around. Within the dirt is glass, thousands of small shards litter the surface of the earth giving a tricky terrain, and not one to be tested barefoot. The square is large, stretching long range in all directions from the fountain in the middle. Broken buildings and the remains of some small cars surround the square, it's main stretch is surprisingly empty. Approaching the fountain, she looks down into the water. No face stares back at her. It is odd, how the vacancy of a reflection can make one feel so alone... Even when a reflection bares no presence anyway. She leaps delicately onto the water feature in the fountains centre, it appears to be half of a cherub, a half hearted spurting of water occasionally shoots from a sculpted section of stone which appears to have been a bow. From atop the sculpture, she stares out, looking around for life.
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