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Kiara ([personal profile] mightyhuntress) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-10-04 09:28 pm

Paixao was a... strange place. [Complete]

Character(s): Kiara, Duma, Seiichirou Aoki, Xigbar (&his Snipers), and anybody else
Content: KiDuSei have moved from their original location, closer to the center... to encounter the Nobodies!
Setting: A bit past Cafe Ersesat and St. Destino at this point. Possibilities to moving elsewhere.
Time: Morning-afternoonish? ... I think?
Warnings: Nobodies? Yeah. Nobody violences.

First, she runs into the hairless and tailless monkeys, now these.

Kiara had greatly enjoyed meeting Duma and Seiichirou, she liked them very much. She could understand Duma even though he didn't speak, and still giggled about Aoki being startled she was a talking lion. Apparently they didn't have those where he was from. After having a brief conversation with Kovu over comments, learning what Seiichirou's wife and daughter looked like and what his wife might've smelled like, Kiara had suggested moving into the city deeper to find Kovu, who she knew could track. And who she missed, so it wouldn't be that far-fetched to find him quicker for any reason really.

She had ignored odd stares that Seiichirou mostly got for walking with an angel and a lioness, because she found the rest of the 'humans,' as they apparently were called, very strange and scary. These two were very nice! And the one that Kovu said he was with. Although Kiara was certain that Duma wasn't a human. No one else had the wings he did, so she was pretty sure he was special!

But that wasn't exactly the point at the moment. Before they had really even started, Kiara's ears flicked suddenly and unexpectantly, almost fast enough to knock the crystalline flower off her head. Ears pinning back and body scrunching up some, muzzle wrinkling up tightly and canines starting to show through her lips. Screaming. She could hear screaming and she wasn't liking it at all. She had heard it rarely in her peaceful life, but she still knew what it was. "Guys..." she said lightly, quietly, as she could hear it raising in decibles slowly but surely. "Something... something's wrong."

[identity profile] keyofhell.livejournal.com 2006-10-06 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
The screaming was faint at first, and Duma thought that maybe he is just being nostalgic and imagining the sounds he heard the time he was in Hell. It is hard to be nostalgic about that place though, for obvious reasons. The sound grew louder as the three of them come nearer to the center of the city to the point that Duma is sure it is not just his imagination.

He furrows his eyebrows in an expression of worry, sorrow and even pain, but not of annoyance. Those are screams of fear unlike the ones of pain he had grown quite used to. People are screaming because they are afraid of something or someone, so Duma might have to help. Helping here is roughly the same as fighting for them.

Duma despises fighting, whether by might, words or even will, but he knows that to maintain peace and also silence, one must fight too sometimes. Clenching his fists at his sides slightly, he turns towards Seiichirou to see if the man will come and help as well.

[identity profile] thewindsof.livejournal.com 2006-10-07 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)

[identity profile] keyofhell.livejournal.com 2006-10-10 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
Duma feels a slight twinge of guilt at being more upset about fighting than the people screaming in terror, not that he feels no pity. He wonders why mortals must always find so many reasons to hurt one another as well as one's self.

When people are killed, the one killed is hurt, those who loved one will be hurt and the killer will also be scarred. How pitiful they are who have murdered their own kin. Duma observes Seiichirou at the seemingly-distressed man beside him; perhaps he is wrong, perhaps even those not directly involved would be hurt also.

He turns to the agitated Kiara and strokes her head fondly; she can surely find a good hiding place, Duma does not want her getting hurt by taking her along. Bowing his head in his failure to prevent the massacre from happening in the first place, he clasps his hand in front of his chest while stretching out his wings, ready for flight. Turning to Seiichirou, he stretches out one hand to the man.

[identity profile] thewindsof.livejournal.com 2006-10-12 01:58 am (UTC)(link)

[identity profile] sniperchat.livejournal.com 2006-10-12 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Since he removed himself from... wherever he was before... Number Two had popped up in various areas for a while to cause a little bit of chaos. Somewhat ironically, chaos wasn't something he went searching for: it was the excitement and thrill that he would "feel" from a fiasco that Xigbar was attracted to.

There was more screaming in this area... So much merriment! Maybe that wasn't exactly the right word, but why would the Nobody care about such a minor thing like that? Festivity. Excitement. Compared to the small parody-like fight Larxene was currently participating, Number Two believed he had found a much better setting. Out of impatience, Xigbar landed in an area that wasn't amidst the chaos: it could certainly be heard but... The chaos! It wasn't there.

Xigbar rolled his eyes and sneered while observing the setting he was now in. There were two men and some sort of feline pussycat thing. Joy. Well, it was better than a silent bum.

With that in mind, the Organization's freeshooter came out of the shadows and into the open space. Four Sniper Nobodies had dropped from the middle of the sky to somewhat surround the small group. When he was closer to them, Xigbar could see the panic and sorrow in their eyes. Pretty lame. No matter how pathetic these individuals were, orders were orders. Plus, they might become of some interest to him.

Xigbar chuckled, walking toward the circle the Snipers have created and cooing mockingly: "Look at poor idiots: lost, aaaaall alone, and scared of the screamed." During this short phrase, he managed to roll his eyes twice, and turn his head twice.

[identity profile] keyofhell.livejournal.com 2006-10-13 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Duma gives Seiichirou a slight smile that touches his eyes more than his lips. There are not so many people with such innocence and good intentions like the man before him anymore. Placing his fingers around Seiichirou's gently but firmly, Duma was about to take flight when several strange beings surrounded the three of them.

He lets go of Seiichirou's hand while taking in the four creatures with pain in his face; as if the man who now walks toward them is an old friend who has betrayed him. Clasping his hands over the gnarled key on his chest, Duma bows his head as if in defeat. If the man will take him as prisoner or sacrifice in exchange for Kiara and Seiichirou, Duma is willing, but it seems that he will not let them go so easily. To make matters worse, it seems that the man is not a man and that he is actually quite a powerful being.

[identity profile] thewindsof.livejournal.com 2006-10-13 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)

[identity profile] sniperchat.livejournal.com 2006-10-13 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
So he had arrived at yet another silent party. Xigbar had begun to become bored even before he attempted to enjoy himself.

The lion was evidently upset by the Nobody's intrusion, and the other two men were simply standing around looking stupid. Why was it that Number Two rarely had any fun? The last time he even had a lively conversation was with Larxene-- who wasn't even worth it. What happened to the people that became hotheaded because of his remarks?

"Man, are you guys lame. A growling pussy cat, a wimp, and the silent one." Sometimes, if he ever did stop to think during times like these, he wondered why he was even here. Oh right. Orders from the Superior. Xigbar waved the idea away, "But don't worry, I won't ripe your guts out or anything just yet. Just keeping the place lively-- having fun." After a slight pause, the Nobody smirked. Maybe he'd just....

Next to Xigbar, a Sniper Nobody shot an arrow bullet an inch away from the wimp's face on cue: "Tick tock, BAM!". He chuckled at his own joke, "Time's up folks."

[identity profile] keyofhell.livejournal.com 2006-10-18 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
Duma looks up as Seiichirou places a hand on his shoulder. The determined look on the man's face shows how he is willing to fight; willing to protect them. Duma smiles to himself at Seiichirou's good intention. He needs no protection from him. He knows how fragile a human's life is, even one as powerful as the one right beside him.

His thoughts are suddenly cut off by the bullet barely missing Seiichirou and the snarl Kiara let out in response. Duma quickly turns to the chuckling man with narrowed eyes. He does not mind being insulted, nor does he mind people hurting him. But he resents having anyone else harmed.

Even after all these years, he still cannot understand why so many souls let themselves be tortured in Hell when the path to redemption is so near.

Duma places a hand on Kiara's arched back in an attempt to calm her down. A princess should never have to snarl like that. Stepping forward a few steps, Duma stretches out his wings a little so that they form some kind of shield, protecting Seiichirou and Kiara. He furrows his brows at the hooded man, standing up tall with defiance in his eyes.

[identity profile] thewindsof.livejournal.com 2006-10-22 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)

[identity profile] sniperchat.livejournal.com 2006-10-25 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Xigbar snickered at the wimp. So the wimp thought that a gust of wind was going to blow him away. Number Two controlled space! What was there to worry about facing these kind of losers? Then again, maybe the wimp might provide him a bit of entertainment for a while... And he was a bit interesting... He might interest the Organization's needs...

Unlike before, with the silent swordsman, the Nobody could feel the intense emotions. It made him feel thrilled (despite the fact he couldn't feel anything in truth).

"Who are you?" At this, there was a strong urge for him to laugh. "Doesn't really matter does it? If I decide not to shoot you up too badly, just maybe, I'll tell you," then added with in a mocking tone, ""who I am."" But Xigbar... just couldn't be quiet at this point-- maybe out of his little fits of glee at his first shot at excitement or maybe it was because of his nature--"Although technically, you could call me a Nobody."

[identity profile] sniperchat.livejournal.com 2006-11-07 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
This really was getting a bit boring, Xigbar thought. Maybe he should attempt to finish it off? Or at least scare the pussycat half to death or something of the manner instead of the other two. It should be entertaining at least a little bit... Animal torture didn't usually measure up to torture of humanoids but for now, it was probably best. Or something. He just wanted to enjoy himself a little bit before the orders were called off.

Number Two grinned, giving a short nod as a signal for the snipers to approach the pussycat. In the meantime, he took out his own gun-arrows, preparing to shoot up if the sniper couldn't successfully do something to the lioness. Maybe he'd let her run away: true, things were getting fun but... darn, was he getting soft?

Swiftly, he shot several arrows—all that were near the pussycat but weren't supposed to make any fatal wounds. This was the end of this episode. He would probably go have to find other methods to have fun.

(( I guess that's the end of the thread then :/ Don't forget to take off the "npcs" tag since, well, we never got around to use nps DX ))

[identity profile] keyofhell.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
While he may look fragile with his feathery wings and pale complexion, Duma is not clueless about fighting. He was not created for such purposes and he would rather not ever fight, but he does not want to see anyone hurt in front of him. Noticing Xigbar's nod at the white creatures, Duma stretches out his wings ready for shielding his friends as well as for flight.

Just when he was going to turn his attention to the creatures, however, he notices the man aiming at Kiara and shooting several arrows. Swiftly leaving the creatures, he runs as fast as he can to Kiara's side and covers her with one of his wings. Two arrows hit his wings, and a little trail of glimmering blood stains his white feathers. Not even wincing, Duma picks Kiara up gently and flies away, dodging the creatures at their heels. He will not let himself be forced to kill.