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Despite the chaotic storm that was his head, Niso decided he needed some peace and quiet. Living so far out from the center of an already quiet Alterna,, there was only one more place that could provide more silence than even that. The wild wasteland he had created himself. Walking out a fair distance into the grey, lifeless, barren wasteland, the dark child slowly just fell over into the grass, an odd smirk on his lips as what was once lush, moist grass faded beneath him like dry, frail, burnt pieces of paper.
"aaaah...nothing like the sweet, sweet silence of a lifeless desert...~"
Letting out a light yawn Niso would roll onto his back, he felt like he hadn't seen Sera in a fair while, so it was nice to be somewhere without external influence for a change. He'd gotten so used to the calming effect she had on the storm that was his mind, that it was actually far more noticeable how chaotic his own head was normally, in a bad way of course. "Bruce, why don't you go play fetch?~ Find a big pokemon and sink your fangs into it!~"
Resting his hands behind his head as he looked up into the cloud filled sky, Niso's zoroark was sent running as it had been given permission to hunt, already licking his lips at the thought of fresh blood.
Post by Iga Sachiko on Aug 3, 2017 20:14:14 GMT -8
Well... it was exactly a big Pokemon, but a Druddigon isn't particularly small, either. The Dragon-type seemed very irritated and fairly injured by presumably a small tussle before Bruce successfully managed to drag it back. Trailing behind, effectively ignored by the Zoroark, was Sachiko. She could see the... positively gigantic aura as she approached, following the nearly invisible-by-comparison auras of her Pokemon and the one that stole away her Pokemon.
As overwhelming as it was, she was not going to simply leave Chouko behind. So she made her way closer and closer until she could manage to see a few blobs of color that were decidedly different than the grey around it. There were certainly other colors in the aura, but most of it just seemed... dark to her. Some red, black, and random splashes along the edges... but it was mostly grey.
"You know... I'd really appreciate having my Druddigon back if your Pokemon doesn't mind," she'd suddenly state, standing a least fifteen feet away. She didn't specify what type of Pokemon had stolen hers because... well, she frankly couldn't tell. She really needed to get one of those fancy-shmancy watches with all the doo-dads and... what the frick was it? Pokedex?? Whatever it was... she needed it.
As he heard his zoroark dragging his prey back along the grass, Niso was instinctively going to tell him to drag it somewhere else and eat it there. He came here for some silence, not to hear Bruce tearing out the insides of some lucky pokemon while he bathed himself in it's blood. He'd slowly push himself up to do just that infact, a hand dragging down over his face and sharp, harsh eyes snapping towards his zoroark, before turning wide at the sight of another human, his face oddly...fearful at that realization, his aura, the one enveloping those present, turning a little sharp in the process, like a jolt ran through his very essence.
『Bruce...Care to explain who that is?』
Pointing behind the dark pokemon, he released the druddigon he'd been dragging by the shoulder in his fangs, blinking as he noticed the human, a jolt running through his own body for a slightly separate reason. The trainer had his own reasons for being a little worried that Bruce had attempted to kill a trainer's pokemon, and Bruce himself feared the-
A yelp came from the Zoroark as Niso had managed to sneak up behind it, kicking the zoroark across the Jaw to the point it was punted a few feet away, Niso staring at Bruce harshly as he tried to growl back at his trainer, before rapidly coming to the conclusion their disagreements were useless and trivial. So Niso had his fucking girlfriend now. So what. He'd just go find some more meat to indulge in, kicking off the dry grass and rushing off into the distance on all fours.
Niso watched him leave for a moment, and in an instant even his aura seemed to settle, a nervous bit of laughter escaping him as he put on a sweet face and tone, shrugging it all off.
『I'm so sorry about him!~ He knows he's not allowed to hunt trainer's pokemon but he always seems to forget!~』
Post by Iga Sachiko on Aug 4, 2017 11:13:15 GMT -8
Sachiko flinched slightly at the change in the aura, unsure still if she could be hurt by such a thing... especially this version of the thing. She listened, aware of the intent between the trainer and his Pokémon. The Druddigon was returned to its Pokeball and then, hearing his way of talking, Sachiko offered a smile in return.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm fully aware that I don't really stick out to most unless I'm talking. Chouko had it coming, probably." Of course, the woman probably would have been a little more concerned if more damage had been done but... battles had to be picked and chosen. This wasn't one she wanted to pick. "This place is kind of a hell hole, anyway. I doubt he has much to choose from..." Her brows furrowed slightly and she hummed a moment to herself in thought.
"What are you even doing here?" She looked in Niso's general direction, confused expression upon her face. Like him, she expected this to be a quiet venture with very little interruption.
Niso's eyes finally took in the woman and her druddigon, surprised the dragon had survived the killing intent of his Zoroark and seemed to have the smarts not to fight back again as it was dragged away. It made sense if that was what happened, afterall if your predator thinks your dead, even if you're in pain its best not to show you've still got some fight left in you. Niso's eyes were briefly dull as he thought on the logic and smarts of the action, but filled with life just as quickly again as he smiled at the other trainer.
『Oh I wouldn't worry about him.~ I bring him here to make sure he picks on the pokemon strong enough to survive out here anyway, so I'm sure he'll find some more fitting prey than your dragon anyway~』
Was that a bit of an insult to the dragon? Maybe. Bruce was ferocious but he wasn't all powerful, so Niso took smug satisfaction in watching him take down the pokemon of other trainers, even if he wasn't allowed to let Bruce kill them anymore.
『Now as for why I'm here...some simple peace and quiet~ It can be soooo much trouble finding somewhere to relax when you have such a well known face』
His eyes subtly narrowed despite his smile, gauging if the girl before him even recognized him from the region's news reports.
Post by Iga Sachiko on Aug 4, 2017 12:52:30 GMT -8
Even Sachiko wasn't one hundred percent sure how the whole thing had taken place. She'd been touching the grass, trying to figure out why she saw no life when she heard the Druddigon screech, saw the aura attacking her, and... well, here they were. With the dragon back in its ball, it was hard to tell exactly.
"Probably," Sachiko agreed to the possible insult gracefully. When he mentioned having a well-known face, the redhead stood there in thought. Gym leader? Doubtful... Celebrity? Possible, given his demeanor toward her in particular so far, but... she didn't think it matched. Raising a hand to her face, she'd adjust the glasses on her face as if to get a better look at him before just smiling as brightly as she could. "Afraid I don't recognize you," she'd remark nonchalantly. "Of course, I only hear rumors so... hrmm, what exactly are you so well know for?" Sachiko considered this, leading her to assume she probably would've done this even if she had vision and did, actually, recognize him. Just for fun.
Niso's arms slowly drooped to his side as any life seemed to slowly drain from him. Now, of course, he didn't know that this woman was realistically practically blind, but all the same, SOOOO many people had no fucking clue who he was lately! Even his girlfriend, a Verian Native, seemed to have no clue who he was when they met! If it wasn't for the fact he'd been taking her hostage at the time she probably would have no clue he was a wanted person to this day. UUuuuugh.
Usually Niso would play it off and say "look me up when you get home" before giving off his name...but he was mildly pissed that this had happened so many times, throwing his arms up into the air as he began to yell out his frustrations.
『Niso FUCKING Konto! Creator of the wasteland you're standing in! Slaughterer of thousands of pokemon! Assaulter of three cities! Master criminal who has stolen the wealth of two noble families! Bane of the Benoits and Immortal son of a bitch who was dragged out from the darkest depths of hell to worship chaos and spread it's glory! How many people do I have to kill for people to start recognizing me!?』
Post by Iga Sachiko on Aug 7, 2017 18:35:12 GMT -8
Sachiko blinked at this reaction. Wow. Even more spectacular than she'd expected. Once he was done, she'd chuckle. "Oooh, Niso Konto. Okay, okay. I think I heard that name before. Y'know, though... might help if you killed less and tortured more." The redhead smirked at him a little then.
"I really don't know who the hell the Benoits are, though... Don't care much about nobles. Always a pain in the ass." She reached up to scratch the back of her head and then huffed out a sigh. "So you're the reason this place is so barren, huh? Was wondering about that. Nice work... not like plants can talk anyway, right? Killing things that can't talk usually works well for grabbing attention."
Putting her hands on her hips, she spun around slowly, giving the appearance of taking in the surroundings. "Oh, by the way, I'm blind. I can sense aura, though, and this place is just... dead dead. Nothing to be seen for miles. Except..." She'd spin back around to face him, extending her finger to point at him, "You. I can't even sense your Pokemon anymore. I'm not sure if that's because you're aura is just covering it or... if he's just gone that far."
Niso's energy slowly drained from him once again. He'd admitted to several horrific crimes and yet...who the hell was this girl!? He'd just admitted to creating a miles wide section of dead nothingness and yet...With a deep sigh he'd just push his hand back through his black hair, gazing off into space. Weeks ago he woulda just killed her for being so frustrating, but that wasn't really on the cards anymore. He felt a little better knowing she was blind, but as she continued...
His eyes narrowed and he stepped a little closer, his aura likely seeming more intense as he drew closer and the tornado that was his life force became heavier and thicker as Sachi looked deeper into the center. Niso had recently met someone else who mentioned something of the same name, and had even offered to teach him about it, but he'd been somewhat dismissive at first.
『What do you mean this place is dead? The hell is an aura too?』
Post by Iga Sachiko on Aug 10, 2017 21:37:59 GMT -8
Inwardly, Sachiko couldn't help but flinch a little at the change in tone and the encroaching aura. "Uh... yeah," she managed to emit without stuttering. When he asked about the place being dead, she squinted slightly. Then she turned her head as if to look around.
"Well... I mean... the plants are all dead. There certainly are some Pokemon that I've noticed, but they're not exactly... common. There's no life to be found... whereas a forest is alive or even a friggin' desert." The aura part was a bit more complex to explain. It had been different in her original dimension...
"An aura is... many things. I guess you could say it's a body's signature. It's energy. Life force. It is in and around every living thing -- so far as I can tell, that is. I'm no master or teacher, but... let me put it this way. When I look at my Druddigon. I'm blind. I can't see her physically. What I do see instead of a blue and reddish dragon, I see a mixture of blue blobs, reddish blobs, and a sort of Druddigon-shaped bubble that is a dark red that hovers around her."
At this point, there was a definite pause as Sachiko basically stared at the darkest point in the center of the aura that was basically engulfing her now. It smelled... stale to her. Like bread that had been left in the sun for days mixed with dried bone. She considered telling him this, telling him just what his aura looked like. All she did mention was, "Let's just say... yours is different."
Niso didn't seem any less confused, not that Sachi could likely tell. Nonetheless he took another step closer, Sachi likely only experiencing his true aura directly. The dark, stormy, black centre of the entire eldritch mess of his immortal lifespan, his eyes narrowing as he tried to take in the explanation of "aura". He'd heard the word before, after news reports on him there was always a segment about it explaining what the life pillar was, but he always turned off the TV then. He wasn't on it anymore. Why did he care what else was happening on the news?
『So if an aura is life force...and you...see life force...?』
Was that right? He was pretty sure he'd followed that much, and as it started to click with him he gave a light snicker, pushing his hair back with a devious little grin. "Different". His was different. Of course it was!~ If this was some measurement of life force his must have been immense...he could only imagine what it was like!~
『Different huh. Well I'd imagine so...everything's dead here because of me you know~ I took it all!~ I forced a practical god to grant me eternal life by taking it from everything here~』
『Could you tell? Is my aura "different" enough to make you believe that?~』
Post by Iga Sachiko on Aug 16, 2017 8:10:40 GMT -8
The redhead stood her ground, despite the adrenaline screaming for her to get the hell out. She listened carefully. Sachiko would eventually give a small smirk. "Ah, well... then why were you at all surprised by me saying it was dead around here?" Was that disbelief in her voice? She tried for that tone, at least.
"A practical god, you say? I'd be curious why it would follow your instructions at all." What was it with her and always finding the crazy, power-hungry ones? Although, to be fair, what in the world did she expect to find in a barren wasteland? If what he claimed was true, she could only imagine how beautiful this place would've been beforehand. Had it been a forest? A savanna? She couldn't really tell.
Good timing for a flashback, right?
A moment in time where she was in her home village and a stranger wandered the streets. She'd followed him, questioning him and taunting him. Nothing really seemed to work... but then she asked if he had daddy issues and all hell broke loose. An alleyway became their spot and she remembered him leaving some kind of mark on her left hip...
One hand rose to Sachiko's head at this point, while her other touched her hip. "What the fuck...?" The woman muttered to herself under breath before righting herself and looking up again. Oh right...
Post by Niso Konto on Aug 16, 2017 11:37:36 GMT -8
Well as accurate as the statement was, the Aura comment threw Niso for a loop. He didn't have a full understanding of the concept until now, and if it was what this woman saw through, he had no idea how she could tell things were dead till she explained.
『I mean, you're blind. Said it yourself. I had no idea how aura works so how the hell was I supposed to-Wait why am I explaining myself to you!?』
He waved off his last few words dismissively and narrowed his eyes a little as the other girl seemed to hold some sense of disbelief. The way she spaced out for a moment to follow didn't help him see anything other than a sense of disrespect...what was it with every other person not fearing him? Treating him so dismissively...
『...You'd be surprised what something will do when it's in pain~』
In truth he'd actually forced its use through some ancient ritual he'd found in a set of ruins, but she didn't need to know that. Acting quickly while she seemed dazed, he gripped the back of her hair and pulled her down to her knees, and while she couldn't "see" it, the sound of cold steel sliding out of his pocket knife was probably enough of a hint that she wasn't in the safest condition as he held it close to her neck, knowing he wasn't allowed to kill her but eager to finally see some fear in those useless eyes.
Post by Iga Sachiko on Sept 3, 2017 11:46:50 GMT -8
As she came to, aware once again to her surroundings instead of her stupid mind's idea of an interesting little tidbit of her previous life, Sachiko grunted at her hair being yanked backward. The redhead didn't resist being brought to her knees in the least, falling with a light thud and a cloud of dead grass coming up around her. Her glasses were slightly askew as she looked upward blankly.
That sound. How many times had she heard a similar sound before? Metal of any kind always made such a nice sound as it was unsheathed, as if so proud of itself for what it had become. She smirked slightly up at him. "You don't know how right you are," she murmured. Despite the smirk, Sachiko's eyes did show some fear. It wasn't that she didn't feel fear. It wasn't that she didn't know she was in danger. The truth was that these sensations were what she lived for. Would he kill her? Would he even actually hurt her? Would she scar from her encounter with him?
The woman gulped slightly, feeling the slight touch of the cold knife as a result. A chill ran up her spine. "So...?" It was a whispered piece of curiosity, shaking slightly with the worry that she may actually die today. Her body didn't shake as her voice did, though. She had spent far too long training herself to stay still in such situations. After all, she wasn't aiming to hurt herself and she could just as easily cut herself as he could with the knife so close.
((I am soooo sorry for not responding in so long. Brain has been stupid.))
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