[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#dcdce4; border: none; width: 450px; height: 40px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: georgia;text-align: justify;color: #000;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 1px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 20px; padding: 11px;]KYOUKA IZUMI XERXES-BASKERVILLE[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#8c8ca6; border: none; width: 450px; background: linear-gradient(#8c8ca6, #000); min-height: 130px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; line-height: 12px; color:#fff][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #dcdce4; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/VS7Ut2o.gif); background-position: right; background-size: 100%; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 3.2px;][/fancypost][b]&& this was super rushed, and excuse the unrelated title; all i can think about is how much i want to punch him in his perfect teeth... and this is the start of a little plot, so just excuse anything that doesn't make much sense
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Only now, did the severity of her actions seem to fully register within the mind of a certain, ebony-hued creature who stood at the border, her slender frame trembling like a leaf in the wind. Today was fairly chilly; her current attire, though elegant and tasteful, did little to shield her from the cold that permeated the oriental fabric and seeped beneath her skin. The cold conditions, however, were not the cause of the tremors that wracked her body--no, the real cause was entirely psychological in nature, and it had created a problem that was certainly not one easily fixed. With her head in her paws, the cloaked femme continued to draw in deep breaths, while attempting to clear her mind of all thoughts pertaining to what might possibly happen if her now-former comrades caught onto what she was doing at this very moment. However, her efforts yielded no rewards--the darker thoughts circulated and churned relentlessly within her skull, as regret--new, powerful, far stronger and bitter than anything she had ever felt in the past few months--rushed into her to fill the void in which all her childhood innocence (what little she'd had to begin with, anyway) had once been contained, and Kyouka could not help but shrink in on herself at the sensation. [i]'...I'll be executed, for sure.'
At that single thought surfaced within her head, regret abated, and was replaced with a feeling of ice-cold terror that was just as compelling. She had witnessed the horrors the members of the Port Mafia were capable of committing, all the wounds--physical, emotional, and psychosomatic--that they could inflict upon their victims firsthand, and she knew very well that they were still capable of much more. She was particularly fearful of the caporegimes that headed the combat divisions; Nakahara Chuuya and Akutagawa Ryuunosuke had both been notorious for their outstanding violence back when they'd still been affiliated with the original branch operating in Yokohama. Tasks such as suppressing rebellious organizations and the like had been commonplace for the two of them--both of which were nothing but child's play when left in their hands. Their abilities coupled with their brutality took the meaning of destruction to a whole new level; and if either one were to find her here...given what she'd seen and heard of them slaughtering, butchering, and decapitating their opponents by the dozens...she couldn't even begin to imagine what might become of her. Even if she had her ability--her Chain--fully under her jurisdiction..there was simply no way she'd be able to stand up to the likes of them.
So, why on earth had she come here? Had she perhaps thought that the creatures residing here would be her salvation?--that they'd be able to protect her from her (more or less) inevitable demise? How utterly foolish and naive of her; her presence here would only serve to drag other individuals into her mess, wouldn't it? And yet...some part of her wanted to be selfishly optimistic--even if it was just this once. All she wanted was a single chance at living a peaceful life that was all her own--without the constant murder and bloodshed that had been her life up until now; without anyone or anything holding her back from doing what she wanted to do, and trying whatever she wanted to try. She had chosen this place--whatever it was called (her destination hadn't mattered much to her)--as her new home, and she intended on staying here for as long as the universe would allow. A passing loner had informed her of the fact that the inhabitants of the floating islands were generally an amiable and pleasant bunch, and such had really been the determining factor for her. Finally managing to steel herself and regain some of her lost composure, the petite ebony femme would then settle lightly back on her haunches, her glacial gaze flashing with the light of anticipation.
But little did she know that there were other horrors that awaited her here in this seemingly quaint, charming, and tranquil setting--horrors that were perhaps even worse than anything she'd ever seen during her time with the Mafia.
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