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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]Humiliation. Shame. Anger.

These feelings were the only ones the demon possessed. After being conquered by an ancient god centuries ago, Kizami was finally able to collect enough spirits to manifest a new body- one he could personally take over to begin his ascension to power once more. Of course, with this new physical form came some errors to it as well; Kizami couldn't predetermine where this form would end up, and frankly he didn't care where as long as it was far from his previous battlefield. Secondly, this body was weak in its current state, though he supposed he could always try to counter this by altering back to his celestial existence.

By the time his eyes adjusted to the light boring down on him, Kizami noticed a blood red lake before him- welcoming to a demon of his kind. At least wherever I've ended up seems to be decent. He'd think, pushing himself to weary feet as nine tails unraveled calmly behind him, a malicious gleam already apparent in his silvery-blue hues (in which also held the faintest tint of red if one looked him directly in the eye). The former demon lord flicked an ear, glancing about before heading on into the forest, oblivious to the fact he was in already-occupied lands.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]Kizami turned at once, his ears tilted backwards as he lifted his chin, having to look up in order to see the dragon-like creature better. It could be useful, He would tell himself, resisting the urge to scrunch his nose as he watched zir carefully. One wrong move now, and he'd definitely be dead. "Miasma Kizami, or just Miasma. If I told you the whole truth you wouldn't believe me, so let's keep it at where I just woke up beside the red lake." The kitsune glanced over his shoulder, a tail briefly gesturing to the direction he spoke of.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]Great, one of the mortals who actually had at least half a brain. "I'm being sincere; I woke up beside the lake and I don't recognize this place." Kizami's ears flattened against his skull, his eyes fluctuating to a darker shade in an almost countering manner, unamused at the somewhat aggressive tone ze used. If I had my old body and powers back, I would have dealt with this one quickly.

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demon/ghost hypnotized by dialga

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]"That's quite grimdark of you- if you could live up to the task." The kitsune's lips shifted to a sort of wry smirk, small- albeit deathly sharp- fangs exposed. The roar didn't scare him particularly, but it was loud enough to make him pin his ears even more. A creature such as zer could easily do away with all the hard work he put into creating this body, and it would definitely irritate him if he had to waste away another few hundred years to regain this perfect form. "But of course, if you stepped on me, you'd never know; what you don't know is just my superiority over even you."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]This is complete idiocy! The kitsune snarled mentally, his nose scrunched and ears pinned against his head. Ever since he was manipulated by Dialga, he found trying to do things according to his own will was much harder. Shifting between ghost mode and his physical form was like jumping through a barrier of molasses unless ze said to, and not to mention having to clean up after zir messes- it was pitiful! I could have been well on my way to retrieving my powers, but no, I just had to run into a 200 pound hypnotist.
Kizami huffed, looking to the castle with dark silver-blue eyes. Not many of the others met him, though it's not like he wanted to be known as an ally amongst them. Getting others to know him and like him only meant people who actually cared for him, and that was where he drew the line. As if mortals could become my friends- even the other shinigami hated me, and for good reasons to. Heh.

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[Here] it is!

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]Kizami perked, turning his head to look over to the lynx. Of course another one had to approach me. He grumbled, releasing a brief sigh before facing him. "I'm perfectly fine, though I don't see why you're concerned." The kitsune silently cleared his throat, one of his nine tails gesturing to the castle in the distance. "Tell me, this group is known well for its hatred of gods and humans, correct?"

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]His body reeled back, almost hitting a tree before he caught himself, claws digging into the soil as he glared up at zir. Kizami believed only gods or the like possessed manipulating powers, so when ze used it, it hit him off guard. Luckily there was a split second of time to choose between which to say, and he decided to go for the one that ze probably wouldn't recognize him by. "To put it shortly with all the important information intact, I was defeated by a god centuries ago near the peak of my power. During my years spent as a soul wandering, I gathered enough spirits to reform a new body to posses, so that I could try and conserve more power that way. I couldn't control where I ended up nor how much strength that has been returned to me, so even I was a bit surprised beside your lake." After this, Kizami bit his tongue, the blood returning his senses back to him for the most part as he added, "My name is an unimportant one, but people call me Miasma." It was a small lie, but using his true name wasn't on his agenda until a while after.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]I see, another newcomer. Though he doubted this one was manipulated like he was. "Ah. Do you like it here?" It seemed like a wannabe group to him, but that was probably just common for a shinigami like himself.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]He never personally understood marriages and the like, but once again that was normal for someone like himself. "At least you were brought by choice. I just so happened to wake up in the wrong place at the wrong time and now I can't leave." Well he could try, but he probably wouldn't get anywhere anytime soon. "The name's Miasma by the way, in case you need someone to help plan an escape route." The tone the kitsune used was purely joking, but he was also serious on the inside. He could at least attempt to help those who were stuck here, just like him.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]A battle cry would only alarm the humans- at least, that was his sense. Of course, they could just play a while; snicker from the shadows, snap twigs, even run by the bus or circle them to let them know they were surrounded. Although it wasn't an ideal thing for an ambush, it would strike fear into their hearts, and fear was exactly what a yokai fed off of. The dark-furred kitsune watched from behind them, nine tails cascaded around him as his silvery hues watched the humans in an almost starving manner. He hadn't had flesh and blood in a while, but now was his chance.

//did anyone else accidentally read u. c. rayan as u crayon?

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]There was no need to really ask, considering everyone who made an appearance most likely gained one anyway. The dark-furred kitsune approached, still standing as his hues narrowed on Anna, though not in a hostile way. They allow a child to hand out tasks? Either their acts are pathetic or she's more important than she seems.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]"Nice to meet you." Well, sort of. At least knowing the lynx's name would be nice in case he actually needed help with something. "Since I haven't lived in a group- more or less a clan or whatever this is called- what do you typically do here?" Kizami understood the whole 'hunting' part, though he didn't understand battle operations and such.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]Finally, something the clans had to promise that didn't sound like complete kit-talk to the shinigami. Although he didn't have all his powers, Kizami could at least attempt to aid them in battle. Might as well have some fun while I'm here.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman]//no kill, no maim/cripple, attack in [color=lightskyblue]lightskyblue.

Kizami would have approached next, his nine tails lowered behind him as his silvery-blue hues looked for an opponent on the other side- which, as it appeared, wasn't a problem, although he would have preferred if he could have fought with all his former powers restored, only able to wield a knife, conjuration, and his ghost mode abilities. The ghost didn't care for the people they were fighting against, as he just wished to dig his teeth and claws into someone's flesh once more.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]Hah, calling him a mortal- just because he didn't have all his powers restored didn't mean that, though he found it quite annoying when someone temporarily stronger than him decided to pick at the smaller enemy and use their best powers, which made Toyo regret not splurging silver for that anti-power blocker. The kitsune would have noticed the flash above him long before he heard the thunder crackling, running as swiftly as he could to the side despite his fur on end due to the discharge it let off. The earth under his feet would have raised, his claws digging into the ground as he glared up at the form. "How pathetic, having to use the elements to aid you. I bet your true form is as small as can be, and as weak."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]"What the goals of this group are, basically." If not to support the weak and those who couldn't fend for themselves, as he would put it. The kitsune shifted to sit back on his haunches, nine tails cascading around him as his silvery hues watched the other carefully.
//rushed a bit, sorry

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 355px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=white]Ooh, sounded neat. The kitsune turned to his ghost form, running at a human female in particular and phasing through her. While she wailed in shock, Kizami would have turned back to normal, lunging at her from behind and burying his fangs deep into the back of her neck, listening to her shrieks. It was an odd pleasure that he was delighted to have.
A human male lifted a suitcase he held, trying to slam it on Kizami's back, but the kitsune instinctively changed back to ghost mode, and the hard object slammed into the female's spinal column. Ah, he would have loved to keep torturing her, but he had a title to win in the process. Conjuring himself a knife, the fox-like creature turned normal and lunged once more, burying the blade in her upturned throat as she gurgled. In little time did he manage to cut through, but he had a male to deal with as well.
The man seemed distraught, a wail of pain both mentally and physically sounding as Kizami then jumped at him, digging his claws into the rough shoulders as one of his tails clubbed the severed head in Caelus' direction, offering a snicker as he fought against the human male before him. How's that for pitching in?