#unxdeadly 01

[hanabisays]

It aches. Her heart feels like it's being ripped into bits and pieces. The more this stranger talks, the more her brain agrees and nods with every word. It makes Hanabi feel ill and then, she even feels worse for thinking the way she was thinking.

"Shut up..." she mutters. These tears didn't show any signs of coming to a stop now. "Shut UP, PLEASE. You have no idea what I'm feeling." but of course she did. For whatever reason this woman saw RIGHT through her. She read her like a book.

"Is this what you do? Hide behind---," and she can't even bring herself to say something hurtful.

She's right though...What use is all of this if I couldn't even save and protect the things I love? What was the point of me being born at all if I was going to be the cause of a lot of downfalls?

"I don't need you to tell me how I feel...There's nothing that you can say that I haven't thought about, but....but that doesn't mean I'm going to fall through with it!"

cruel? laughable, really. Giselle has the capacity to be insanely awful, to ruin and even end lives, so to be called cruel for merely talking...? if she wasn't so focused on one thing at the moment, she might have spared a chuckle. then again, if she was operating at full strength with full use of her abilities, she really doubts this girl would even still be alive.

the crying was annoying.

"I'm just being honest. Your pathetic sniveling tells me that I've hit the nail on the head, soooo~" she shrugs, entirely too nonchalant. "You could put your energy into making yourself disappear instead of calling me mean for stating the truth. Think about how good it will feel to not be a burden anymore!"

[callbackpinged]

@unxdeadly

θ "You. Do-not APPEAR to be SCARED of M-E. How BOR-ING. Humans usually ARE, like LAMBS be-fore Their Slaughter." Only one drone had ever attempted to stand up against her, and humans never did. The Absolute Solver was a horror beyond their wildest imaginations. The powers that made her so terrifying had been sealed, but her unsettling appearance was still enough to churn the stomachs of most.

"Could you be a D E A R and give ME a-little SCREAM?" The sweetest sound in the known universe, really. "Tongue click." Cyn added as she did just that, but then rolled her head to a grinding sound along her neck joints. "Unless. You are NOT human?"

[swordofdeath]

random starter - @unxdeadly

Back at this place again, it was already like home than at her world's 'Hell' where the strongest captains died. While Minazuki is still isn't present, possibly hoping a miracle coming for Unohana, there was something familiar in reiatsu but something not mutual or never encountered since the war strikes by.

"A quincy?" The outfit, color scheme were a dead giveaway that this one is indeed serving under Yhwach, not a surprise but she really wished she had at least fought one. She was holding the thug's shirt and shoves him elsewhere and back to her once again.

"You were present at the war, right?" Unohana wonders as she was busy that time underground.

[penitentbeggar]

San's eyes violently averted from his path to steal a glance at the antenna-esque hair strands. He lost concentration as he watched the strands bob. In due time, he realized the strands of hair were upright by a rubber band.

"Ah, that's how-- AH!" Zhang San lost his footing in a dip upon the sidewalk. His ankle gave out immediately, and he found himself nursing the swollen ankle in a deluge of a crowd.

@unxdeadly

[godperi]

Though he doesn't confirm it aloud, he stands by saying that it feels like progress. He'd only hesitate to add a descriptor --- good progress, bad progress, it's hard to say now. Some part of him flips between the two.

"That would be my guess." Regardless, the idea of collecting and sharing so many shades that the surrounding world manages to right itself (or meets the necessary conditions for someone else to do so) doesn't feel far-fetched to him. He's heard of, if not already borne witness to, much stranger things happening.

This, though --- this is something a little more novel. Thinking about it is one thing. Making sense of it is another. "And it's, uh..."

It's conflicting in a way he struggles to define. His eyes squint a bit, wondering if what he feels is supposed to be the same as her. "It's like..." Shouldn't you already know?, he doesn't say. "...Wanting to think something terrible's going to happen."

In spite of that honesty, he breathes a humorless laugh. He wants to take step back, but something stops him. "Sorry, is this what you got saddled with? I'd want to collect different emotions too, then."

his touch is brief, but the red of his soul spreads to her rather quickly. like him, Gigi was slightly surprised that the colors did not mix together like they would have normally, but simply sat side by side. she wonders how purple would have felt, but that thought is quickly pushed aside by the tingle of a new emotion.

confidence flows through her like the warmth of a fire. her heart beat quickens. she reaches up to cup her cheek and the red from her hand transfers, reminiscent of a blush.

"Does it? Feel like progress, I mean."

she could say the same, she supposed. already did she feel like she could get away with anything, do anything her little heart desired. and oh, how it desired.

"Is the goal to get as many emotions as possible, I wonder? Tell me, how does my color feel to you? Really think about it. I'm dying to know."

oh, if he felt the creep of death, she would so willingly give it to him.

[hanabisays]

"I--," why was she being so cruel? Was it the color of her or was she simply just cruel? Her eyes sting from the tears threatening to spill. "Why are you doing this?" She asks, voice nearly breaking. She sniffles and perhaps she shouldn't have because the tears are now rolling down her cheeks as the woman circles her and taunts.

It's true, isn't it? Even if it were buried deep within...

Hanabi tried to be strong and tried to always have a smile on her face, but she couldn't help but feel the way she did. If she didn't exist, her parents would still be together and her father would have still been alive.

"You're being too cruel." Hanabi looks at her, the tears now heavier as they fall. "You--shouldn't BE so awful."

Giselle watches as the tears form in her eyes and if she had access to the full range of her emotion, she would most certainly be feeling that warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach at the sight. so easy. what a brilliant target for her cruelty, found almost completely on accident!

"Just tired? Oh, please. As if it's ever just that." although she feels less energetic than normal--a side-effect of the color bullshit, she's sure--she still manages to put some pep in her step as she circles the other girl. "You look awful and the vibes you're putting off are horrendous. Really, you'd be doing everyone a favor if you holed up somewhere or just disappeared entirely. You feel the pull of it, no?"

[hanabisays]

Hanabi bites down on her cheeks. The stranger's words aren't something Hanabi would have been affected. Maybe a little, but not to the point she'd cry. She feels the tears THREATENING to spill, but she holds them back. Does her best at least. It's harder to hold back than when she was in Wolfwood's nightmare.

"I'm sorry---It's just," Just what? She didn't WANT to answer her. Didn't think it was any of HER business, but damn, she felt so bad for even thinking it.

"I'm just tired." She knows it's B.S. If she was bullshitting herself, then surely someone else could see it a miles away. The guilt that weighted down on her and the regret. The immense sadness that made her feel like she was drowning. Maybe...it would be best if she stopped existing all together.

"Me? I asked you first, didn't I?"

if she had the ability to still act like her old self, Giselle may have appeared comically shocked. the question is hollow, though, merely parroted back at the girl. did she appear just as heavy-footed? dismal and down in the dumps? perhaps it was her lack of expression, but Gigi thought she seemed just fine.

after all, she was thriving.

"Don't piss me off. I'm doing just fine. Better than you, at least. If my true colors were as depressing as yours, I'd have offed myself already."

[hanabisays]

Hanabi feels her before she even sees her. The familiar feel of rot and decay. Of death. For someone who's lived through it, she was very familiar with the presence it gave. Her heart rate picks up with every step this woman takes. Closer and closer...like the ghosts that haunted her. Yet, despite the OVERbearing and DENSITY of thus person's hue, Hanabi remains still.

Guilt, regret and maybe even shame...she was used to it. So, this weight that the stranger carried, well, what more was it to add another familiarity?

"What about you?" She looks at her and what Hanabi sees is...someone who LOOKS to be thriving. Was she thriving in her own?

@hanabisays

she's been staring for perhaps a bit too long, contemplating over whether to approach or not. the very atmosphere around the stranger seemed to weep, the metallic hue of her soul heavy, like she was weighted down with tar. oppressive was the first word to mind.

it would go so nicely with her own blue. for what better thing to go along with the feeling of death than the sweet sorrow of guilt?

cobalt footsteps approach, a chilling smile upon Giselle's lips.

"That sure is something. How is it you're even still upright? The weight on your shoulders seems deadly."

[callbackpinged]

θ Well it wasn't fear, but the interest that this woman was showing her wasn't exactly a bad thing, either. Humans never found her appearance interesting, even though she'd gone to so much trouble to make it way to look the way it did! No one understood how hard it was to make room in a human corpse to fit a drone inside! "Skin and S-S-SOME bones!" With a shake of her leg, the looseness of her foot seemed to indicate it wasn't directly attached to the rest of her leg.

Cyn leaned in close. Maybe this human was alright? "I can. Would you LIKE to hear. it. too? I saved A re-COR-ding?"

while most normal humans would have been at least a little spooked by now, Giselle was no normal human, and the widening of her eyes was in awe, not fear. she actually steps closer, a smile brightening her features. as she tiptoes around the stranger, Gigi holds her cheeks in excitement, taking note of all the little things she had missed upon first glance.

"Ohhh, wowwww, okay--! You're wearing her like a skin suit, then?" is that a blush settling on her cheeks? "You're right, I do like it better. I bet you can still hear her scream, huh?"

[callbackpinged]

θ "Sarcasm NOTED. Eye roll." As was standard behaviour of Cyn, she narrated the very big eye roll she made with her glowing, X-shaped pupils. "Do you not like my COST-ume? I suppose I have torn it UP. A sh-ame human FLESH is so fra-GILE." She played along with the accusation, lifting her drone hands to see the loose human ones above them flop around.

"Would you LIKE it bet-TER if I told you I made it from my past OWN-er? She had a G-G-GREAT scream!" Tessa's death had been quick though. That was the one mercy she had afforded the girl who had cared for and protected her. "Hm. I su-PPOSE I would be MORE intimidating if I had MY powers. Cowabummer, DUDE."

ah, fear. Giselle was only truly afraid of one thing, and while it was a very human fear, it was nothing close to what most would find terrifying. robots, beasties, ghosts and ghouls...zombies? a walk in the park.

she fights the urge to roll her eyes, instead blinking rapidly at this oh-so-terrifying being before letting out an exaggerated little squeal. "Oh nooo," she whines, sarcasm dripping from her words, "I am so very scared--"

a derisive snort.

"...As if. Halloween was over a month ago, you know." she shrugs and, now that she got the rude comment out of her system, deigns to answer her question. "I am human, but you'll have to do better than that, o~kay? ♡"

[swordofdeath]

"I'm no longer Captain. Isane is now Captain after i was perished just to awaken his hidden potential. I should have joined if it wasn't for Kyoraku." Unohana only sighed after letting herself die because of a sacred rule. "After all, whoever wishes to be 'Kenpachi' must kill the one who holds it." She was the one wielding that title before she got here as leaving that to Zaraki. In Spirale, she is now once again as 'Kenpachi', meaning she have lots of targets right in all directions. Local or not.

The switched sides however, made her want to know.

"You contributed to the Shinigami's side, why defect?" Defection has a bad exchange which is death, if that's how Yhwach keeps an eye to his soldiers. Giselle too was a soldier to Yhwach.

in a city so devoid of spirit energy, this woman's presence was like a tidal wave. Giselle felt her before she saw her, hesitantly rounding the corner where she had heard a commotion. curiosity had drawn her closer, but she truly wished she hadn't just wandered into a "curiosity kills the cat" type of situation.

being immediately identified didn't sit well with her, but she supposed it was only natural.

"And if I said yes, Ms. Shinigami Captain," a complete guess, based on her reiatsu, "would that get me in trouble? I ended up helping your side a little bit, you know."

[godperi]

"That I am," he says with poise. He'd always been comfortable and pleased with his former aesthetic (especially since it wasn't quite so one-noted), but he finds that this orange-red rather suits him. He's sure he could make anything work, so the prospect of adopting and exchanging new hues in this otherwise bizarre circumstance hasn't deterred him either.

A cool gaze lowers to the woman's hand, considering her request---her expectation, more like. It does give him a little bit of pause, if only to wonder what he might get out of it. Still, he makes the choice to reach out and briefly touch the woman's hand.

Afterward, he draws his own hand back to see if there's any effect. Her shade of blue does appear, though his mahogany is still prominent---slightly disappointingly, the new shade just seems to coexist rather than meshing into purple. Oh well.

There is something else, though. A flower of unease where it should have been moments ago. He tucks his hands into his pockets, clears his throat, and tries to ignore it.

"Uh, heh. There you go, I guess."

Maybe she needed it. Maybe she'll have a bit more pep now. It would have happened anyway, right...?

"Can't say I have any idea how all of this is going to resolve, but whatever. This feels like progress somehow."

@godperi

the deep red of his aura was hard to ignore, standing in stark contrast of their greyscale surroundings. it's a color that has always attracted her, red like the very blood in her veins, the source of the power she relied upon so heavily. the power she no longer had here. if she had the wherewithal to feel anger right now, she surely would have.

perhaps part of her, deep down, hoped his red was that of fury, so that she may feel it again.

wishful thinking was not within her grasp just yet, however.

"You're so red," she states, voice devoid of it's normal playful lilt. it's nothing but steel, frigid in nature. she extends a hand, but it is not welcoming. "I'd like some of it."