#[ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ] marvel › i'm gonna be nobody's soldier.

[wistrea]

v. MARVEL

THE YOKOHAMA INCIDENT:        the compound property belonging to the organization known as the hand,    referred to as   ███ ██████   in the jike countryside north to yokohama,   tokyo,    japan was destroyed,      recorded on the date    ████████ ██ ████.     this was following the event that many eye witnesses had described as     " dancing lights in the sky "      that evening,    akin to aurora borealis.      all electricity in the yokohama area had been subsequently cut off following a sudden electrical surge,    traced back to the ruins of the buildings.    when personnel were sent to investigate,    they found only demolished structures and,    amidst the falling frost,    was a child no older than twelve standing on blood - stained snow.    the incident was written off as an unexplained mutant event.    said mutant involved was traced to a series of other incidents following this one. ███ ██████ will be deploying a team to extract subject ████████ and bring her to the facility in new york city.

the subject has been known to don many aliases,    after the infant had been found underneath the rubble of an ancient temple built by lilith to honor the elder god chthon.   called many things depending on who comes across them,     but the most common one is :    KHAOS.

you've got a lonesome road to walk, and it ain't along the railroad track. and it ain't along the blacktop tar you've walked a hundred times before. [ ... ] i'll tell you where the real road lies : between your ears, behind your eyes. this is the path to paradise. likewise, the road to ruin.

* draws heavy influence from marvel's midnight suns the game.

name ( last, first ): shirogane kira aliases: "ki", the yuki - onna of yokohama title/s: the lady of corvids, world shatterer, the demonchylde of lilith, lady of the fallen history of code names: corvid ( past ), khaos ( current ), archmage ( ??? )

place of origin: miyagi prefecture, japan current location: ███████ ████████ affiliation: independent, the x - men, the midnight suns, the atlas foundation occupation: vigilante, archivist and mechanical engineer for atlas biotech

species: mutant, witch powers: light energy manipulation, energy construct conjuration, witchcraft ( chaos magic tied to destruction ), targeted power amplification, heightened magical sense, the ability to speak to corvids ( ...don't ask ), spells and phrases

with her father being a mutant and her mother a witch turned demon, at birth kira had only manifested the abilities of light manipulation and conjuration. they had mostly manifested in concentrated orbs with destructive capabilities or conjured into the form of birds made of lavender light simply because she liked birds as a child. her ability for spellcasting and ties to chaos magic had manifested later amidst the hand's experimentations on her during her childhood.

flight is a secondary application of light manipulation, as kira had learned how to essentially lift herself up by riding on light energy. in the absence of light, she has to create the light energy herself.

heightened magical sense: kira is able to detect the presence of magical persons or objects within a certain radius around her.

power amplification: for a definite and set period of time, kira is able to enhance the abilities of a mutant or sorcerer by granting them a blessing from her chaos magic that serves to strengthen them, something that she calls a "boon".

the ability to speak the corvids comes from her having her own familiar, a raven named sanzu created from her own chaos magic and tied to her soul.

weaknesses: due to kira's chaos being tied to her dimension's warp of reality, her powers are weakened when in another plane of reality for as long as her limitations to dampen her magic for the world's safety are in place. her ties to chaos magic are not based on creation, and therefore is not able to warp reality or manipulate time. it was also said that her abilities tend to fluctuate depending on her emotions, as particularly strong emotions could cause her to lose control.

family: lilth ( mother ), shirogane hanshiro ( father ), shirogane matsuko ( older brother ), shirogane ashitaka ( older brother ), shirogane yuuichiro ( adopted younger brother ), the hunter ( half - sibling )

lilith, mother of demons and archmother of witchcraft, on the brink of her return after being vanquished near three hundred years ago had managed to sever a sliver of her being into existence as a prelude to her awakening. in that time, she had been more lilith than demon, the way she had been as a witch in salem nearly 300 years ago before chthon's influence. she had met a mutant named shirogane hanshiro, and within the near decade of their blissful marriage, they had three children : two sons, matsuko and ashitaka, and a daughter. it was when lilith was carrying their youngest child did her memories and the callings of chthon return, as the god beckoned his demon back to him. she had given the child the name she and her husband had decided on despite having taken her away : shirogane kira.

✧ PRESENT ARC.

shirogane kira, better known by many as her alias behind the mask " khaos ", is a mutant witch who works as an archivist and mechanical engineer for atlas biotech. several years prior, she had been part of the x-men under a different alias, " corvid ", which her real name was publicly attached to. many simply assumed that she had retired this part of her life, unknowing that she was operating under a different code name. she is known as one of the most powerful witches known to exist in her time, her own motivations are driven by her ambition, and the cunning that ensures that she will acquire what she set out to get. her adopted little brother, yuu, currently studies at xavier's school, which gives her reason to come back every now and then. some time after she had left the x - men, she was contacted by her estranged aunt about the resurfacing of her mother lilith, recruited into joining a faction called the midnight suns, which she would then come to lead. she deals with the extermination of supernatural threats, most of which are connected to chthon and the lilin forces. she lives somewhere in new york city with her many ravens and black cat named miruku. when not in her apartment, one could find her in the abbey, if you can find out a way to find the pocket dimension.

when kira was a child, following her mother's disappearance and return to her tomb, she was left in the slumber that lilith had bound her to within the depths of the temple of chthon. it was only two years later when agents of the hand found said ruins, and the six year old child within it. shirogane kira was brought to the hand's facility in yokohama, where the experiments had eventually undergone by the same scientists and occultists alike who raised her.

the hand had thought that kira's affinity to chaos could eventually help them in their goal to attain immortality. when they found out during their torturous experiments on the young witch that her powers were more akin to destruction than creation, they diverted their efforts into turning her into their weapon.

it was when the hand had brought both kira and yuu [ the orphan boy she had called her little brother, another experiment of the hand ] to new york to keep at their old facility that she managed to escape along with him. she was still young when she had managed to earn enough money [ doing jobs for thieves that were easy because of her magic ] while hiding from the hand to get both her and her brother to the place they heard rumors of they could go to. the witch girl finds herself on the doorstep of xavier's school holding her little brother's hand.

her decision to leave the x-men was influenced by the reawakening of her mother lilith. the influence of chthon and the threat that lilith represented eventually led kira to joining and leading the midnight suns. her magic had become unstable prior to this, reacting to the shifting of the scales of chaos's power, and believing herself to be a liability to the others, she had decided to leave.

[wistrea]

❛    there you are!    ❜ the witch is a blur of spinning lavender, the fabric of her dress a stark contrast against polished floors of the gala's scene. she has done naught but dance since the music had begun playing, and her smile has is only growing wider for it. it has been too long since her soles were won out from dancing rather than running, and she intends to make the most of it. kira finds kurt and her lithe fingers reach for the collar of his shirt, adjusting what was already in place as a performative gesture more than anything.

after all, she had brought him with her as her guest! what good was an invitation if one did not indulge in the food and the music, avoiding boring conversation? ❛    i thought i'd find the sun coming up before i'd find you. come, dance with me.    ❜

@nachtsoklein ☆

[wistrea]

❛ usually, i charge for this demon hunting thing, but i guess for you i'll make an exception, eh? especially with a mess like this, whew! too many spectres, i'd say. i'm already here, anyway. might as well put me to good use.    ❜

@s-unfleur ☆

[wistrea]

❛     must we always do this every time i come back to xavier's, settrigh? i thought you'd get tired of losing our little sparring matches at this point, darling. this wasn't what i wanted to talk to you about. [ ... ] but if you want another loss under your belt so badly, who am i to deny you?    ❜

@goldenfists ☆

[wistrea]

❛  don't you dare walk away from me when i'm talking to you.  ❜ i think we need a tad of drama to spice things up ✌️

❛    gods, you're loud and needy.     ❜    with the click of her steps echoing against uneven pavement, the witch does not bother turn around even as she calls her reply over her shoulder, nor does she adhere to the command and simply keeps walking away. it was no secret that she found a certain satisfaction in annoying settrigh whenever she can. as infuriating as it was to admit, he was useful, and fights went easier when he was on her side rather than against it. however, she does not have any time to waste on an argument, not when the trail of the hunt was still fresh and she could feel the lingering magic laced with malice where the infernal beast had left a trail of destruction in it's path. needless to say, she had to move, and she couldn't afford to stop and argue.

❛  i'm a busy witch, darling. i'm not slowing down just to listen to you ramble on. you want to keep talking? then try to keep up.     ❜

@goldenfists

[wistrea]

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the whispers lurk into her drowsy mind, she is never sure if they were memories or conjured illusions, perhaps even the gifts from the mother of demons attempting to crawl her way back into her daughter's graces. it mattered not, for they kept her away from slumber as it was, even as a child. she remembered learning how to hex the walls of her room back years ago just to make sure no one could hear the sounds of her nightmares, how it made her magic lash at the walls and ruin more wallpaper than she'd like to admit. it did not happen as often now, but she only ever trusted herself to sleep in her own bed, during the times she would actually allow herself to rest rather than working far into the late hours.

it is a familiar voice that calls to her in the back of her mind while she slept, unable to forget the sound of lilith speaking to her, calling the child who did not have a hand in her demise to her side ... oh, but it's sickening like bile rising up her throat, as she feels what exactly her mother's gift was. that damned power that gripped her heart as it does all of her fallen, promising freedom from what holds her back in exchange for obedience. it claws up from the ground and roots her where she stands, reaching her jugular and forces out every breath, replacing it with nothing but chthon until ⸻ 

a hand gripped her away from her sleep before she could fall, as the witch bolts upright in cold sweat and breathing heavily from the panic that gripped at her chest. simultaneously, a tendril of lavender light manifested by her magic appeared, wrapping around the nightcrawler's wrist as it instinctively yanked him away from her. it takes her a moment to realize where she is, and even moreso that neither chthon nor her mother were there : she was in her bed, safe, and who...?

only once she has managed to reclaim her mind does she follow the path where the light seeped from her palm, and where it was coiled around kurt's wrist to keep him away from her. it was only then does her heart drop to her stomach. gods, why of all people did it have to be him to see her in such a state? with a frantic wave of her hand, the light disappears and fades away, releasing him from the hold. ❛    oh, shit ⸻     kurt, i'm so sorry...! it was ... was just a bad dream.    ❜  

❛    could you ... leave? please.    ❜   she didn't want to be looked at, didn't want to be seen like this ... especially not by him.

wake my muse from a nightmare, @nachtsoklein

[wistrea]

[ TRAIN ]: during a training session the sender ends up holding the receiver in their arms during their session together.

it was a calculated risk on the corvid's half [ ... ] or maybe she just wanted to see what would happen, weigh the odds to see if they could pull it off. after all, the danger room was a fitting place for her experiments that she would have otherwise never risked in battle itself. she had even summoned a few apparitions embedded with magic so that they packed more of a punch than the usual simulations [ for fun, she said. she's always had a strange definition of the word. ] despite her fondness for choosing a wild path rather than a stable road, she knew better than to risk the lives of her allies in her own pursuit of adrenaline. within a controlled environment, however? well, things could be as fun as she wished.

❛     let's try something.    ❜ no more dangerous words had ever been spoken, whispered in kurt's ear along with what exactly she had planned, before she's running off. the sentinel conjured in the danger room never once left her line of sight, as the witch continues to wield her naginata against it with every swing sending an arc of her own energy soaring towards it. every move meant to distract, to disorient the target and allow the nightcrawler to strike in the openings she was making. she was dragging the blunt end of her spear against the ground beneath her uncharacteristically, forming lines within the dirt. to allow her weapon to touch the ground as often as she was could have been considered sloppy ... which is exactly what she wanted. every stroke upon the floor lines up like a web : a magic circle of her own creation, and the sentinel was in the very middle.

with a slam of her blade into the ground, the lines begin to glow, about to burst with energy and her caught in the crossfire. oh, but worry was nowhere near the witch's features. after all, every sliver of faith she had was in the nightcrawler's hands, a trust that never once wavered [ ... ] which is why she seems to anticipate the BAMF! when it comes, reappearing now a safe distance away and the witch watches the explosion with a grin, arms wrapped around her companion's shoulders as she remained within his arms.

he had carried out his part so well, she has yet to pry herself from his arms. ❛    my hero ~    ❜ kira says in a sing - song tone. she pressed an exaggerated kiss to his cheek [ accompanied by a hum of mwaaaaah! as she does ] he was astounding, in her eyes. when she pulls away, there's a triumphant grin on her lips, practically beaming at kurt in such a sharp contrast to her commonly frigid demeanor. ❛    we should do this more often, nightie.    ❜

[wistrea]

nice bedhead.

the ravens like to think that they're helpful when it comes to matters of the kitchen; they can be, often times. they fetch ingredients to put into the pan and sometimes stir when the witch has to depart from the burner for a few moments. however, their help includes ignoring the occasional feather that makes it's way into the pan ever so often, something that kira finds herself unwilling to risk, considering that she was making this omelette big enough for two to eat ... well, with some leftovers for the birds. she had just stifled a soft yawn from her lips, when she heard the bedroom door open and the footsteps along with it. nice bedhead. the witch who was often always composed and without even a strand of hair out of place, now sporting a far more casual look in nothing but an oversized sleep shirt with a god awful caption on the front of it [ " WITCHFUL THINKING " IT READ ... IT WAS A GIFT FROM A FRIEND ] and the long, dark strands of her hair a complete mess atop her head. the hunger for food that spending all her energy during a night of desire had won over any thought of brushing her hair before she had slipped out of bed.

a small huff escapes the witch's lips, making way for a smile as she glared at the elf with no true anger behind her gaze. it was entertaining, more than anything. there is an almost smug grin on her lips at the sight of kurt, turning off the fire of the oven before she had faced him, arms folded across her chest. ❛    sounds like the words of someone who doesn't want breakfast.    ❜    she teases.

with a raise of her finger, the floorboards beneath the nightcrawler's feet begin to shift, manipulated by magic as they move like waves until they bring him right in front of her. an arm comes to lazily wrap around his waist, as the witch leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, ❛     good morning, my darling.    ❜   

prompts for the morning after , @nachtsoklein

[wistrea]

the soft expanse of her bed had always remained cold, a testament to the only witch who ever slept in it, but she wakes to find it warm with her current company and the caress that had become quite familiar with, especially after the events of the night prior. for someone who had always prided herself in remaining composed, it seems she forgets it now, as the realization dawns 'pon her what had happened, and it comes with the introduction of warmth to her countenance that paints her cheeks with a rose hue. she could not even hide it when she finds kurt atop her once more ... much to the witch's delight, of course.

a huff escapes her lips, though any argument disputing the claim of her blush falls flat when she feels the kisses gracing her skin. ❛ you're enjoying this a little too much. ❜ she accuses, but there is a smile on her lips as she simply allows him to venture where he wishes on the map of her bare skin, every kiss eliciting a pleased hum. a soft sigh escaped her when she felt his lips against where her pulse could nearly be felt.

once he seems to settle so close to her cleavage, she sat up slightly against the headboard, as her arms come to drape over his shoulders. lithe fingers trace patterns along the expanse of his back, looking at him with a gaze that could have been mistaken for adoration. ❛ can you blame me? i have such dashing company in my bed. forgive a witch for blushing, darling. ❜

@nachtsoklein , continued from here!

[wistrea]

❛    if they wanted the potion so goddamn badly, then maybe they should have given me the things to make them. and now they're rushing me? hah! do i look like i have three bundles of moon flowers in this outfit? or bone fragments from a dragoon? that stuff practically grows in the abbey, but noooooo, of course they have to tell me when i've already left.      ❜

@poeticphoenix ☆

[wistrea]

❛    you needn't worry, really. the wards should not harm anyone here. they are harmless as long as you are not undead, demonic, or corrupted by the magic of the fallen. [ ... ] just some extra security against the magical threats is always good. you wouldn't even notice they're here ... because they're invisible.     ❜

@lronwilled ☆

[wistrea]

❛    shh.    ❜    before the nightcrawler could speak, the witch had already brought a finger to her lips, a small grin 'pon her visage. if it had been anyone else who stumbled upon her hiding place, high within the rafters where she had believed only the crows could find her, she would have waved them away for she simply wanted her solitude. kurt, however, is met with no such protest. ❛    did you miss me? i can't have been gone that long for you to come looking. or is this a happy accident?    ❜

@nachtsoklein ☆

[wistrea]

❛     you're a hard spider to find, y'know. i was just about to make some noise just to get your attention, maybe rob a bank or something. [ ... ] sorry, that was a joke.    ❜

@thwipit ☆

[wistrea]

@nachtsoklein sent: [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand

magic and brimstone hung in the air, accompanied by the sound of demons being turned into wisps of ash, as the members of the dark legion are dealt with one by one. the witch cannot help but think that no amount of magic to summon easy opponents was worth this trouble, especially when they appeared to be naught but target practice for her and the nightcrawler. amidst the battle, kira has yet to stop smiling, as though this thrill was intoxicating; the unwavering grin would have had others questioning her previous statements, wherein she had said she did not work well with others. it would not explain the way she strikes when he disappears, or how she casts hexes that leave their opponents open enough for him to be able to cut them down. this was a dance in itself, was it not? one that she was all too familiar with.

perhaps that is why she had decided to be daring that evening, knowing that she trusted him to watch her back. an lavender orb of light is summoned into her palm, and thrown at one of the demons before it could strike kurt from behind. with a skip in her step that does not fit their current circumstance, she makes her way towards him, stepping on a demon's hand as she does, and a smirk upon her lips once more. ❛ remind me to give you my thanks later when we've dealt with them all. ❜ she quipped, sounding far too happy for someone in the midst of a fight.

despite a hoard of demons not fazing her in the slightest, what does surprise her and elicits her eyebrows to raise is when her hand is suddenly taken into kurt's grasp, as the magic that sparked in between her fingers slowly faded away so that they would not hurt him. kira watches as he presses a kiss to the back of her palm, and never has she been more thankful for the shadows, for she could only hope that it did it's job and hid the sudden warmth that spread onto her cheeks. it was such a simple gesture, yet causes her to freeze where she stood.

no longer than a second or two passes before the witch composes herself once again, as the hand in his own pulled him towards her and spun them to the side in a manner that was not unlike a waltz. [ the twirl helped them dodge the demon that had lunged towards where they had once stood ] a soft laugh escapes her lips,

❛    trying to distract me? i'm still keeping score, y'know. you're three demons more in score than me, but i'll catch up soon. who knows, maybe if you win, maybe i'll return the favor, hm?    ❜

with his hand still in hers, she allows herself to dip into a theatrical bow, gaze flickering up to meet his as she smirked. ❛    until the sun rises, then.    ❜ his slips from hers, as she summons chaos into her hands and allows it to reign once again.

[wistrea]

❛     the others don't like visiting this part of the grounds very often. can you feel it? there's a veil between the plane where the abbey exists and the rest of the world. where you're standing is one of the places where the veil is the most thin.     ❜   

@thrucrax ☆

[wistrea]

" hey! these guys bothering you? " (sabertooth)

the witch who had wanted nothing more than a drink that evening was beginning to wonder if the beer in her hand was worth the attempts at a conversation that came her way. she was beginning to humor the idea of summoning a few ravens into the room ... idle chatter that filled every corner of the bar was not nearly loud enough to drown out the voices on her right who continue to ask her if she wanted another. not once has kira looked their way to know that there were two men who are not subtle at all in their intentions; and as lovely as a free drink sounded, she did not want to humor their annoying presence any longer. kira didn't really want to deal with another lecture why " starting bar fights is not good " when she got back to the abbey, and so she had been on her best, quiet behavior ... she just wished other people would do the same. silence was easier than having to entertain the makings of a dull conversation.

her frigid composure had not once changed for the better half of an hour ... and yet, the moment she heard that voice cut through, her eyes widened. she could have fallen off her stool at the pace she turned around to see victor standing but a few feet away. as tempting as it was to simply say yes and deal with the consequences of what that will trigger, she didn't want to risk a fight [ and how much paying for the damages will cost ] and so the witch is quick to grab her drink [ like hell she's leaving it when she paid for it ] immediately walking over to him.

❛    hi, darling!    ❜ she intentionally sweetens her tone as she called out to him, as if wanting people to believe she had been waiting for him the entire time. there's a small grin on her lips as an arm raises to wrap around his waist while her other hand simply places her half - empty beer in his grasp, as though in offering ... maybe even a bribe for him to go along with it. he was her ticket out of here. ❛    no, not at all. they weren't any more annoying than a pair of pesky flies ~ let's get out of here, yeah?    ❜

@cinemachaos