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Post by Misaki Kazamiya on Feb 10, 2020 7:02:24 GMT -8
Name: Misaki Kazamiya Starting Land: Western Lands New Land: Pilafland Steps Required: 3 Thread Type: Personal Saga Thread Link: Mode of Travel: Normal
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Post by Misaki Kazamiya on Feb 10, 2020 7:03:39 GMT -8
The rain battered Misaki’s face as she walked through the downpour. The soaking rain left her hair a darker shade of green than normal, but even so, it maintained it’s defiance in it’s usual fashion, the Wavy hair keeping perfectly to it’s normal shape.
Normally, this could be blamed on the parasol Misaki kept so dearly close to her, but in this instance, the familiar implement was kept tucked to her side as she looked forward with narrowed eyes and Brows curved inwards. The Woman’s shaking was barely noticeable amongst the downpour, most of all by the florist herself, but Misaki didn’t even feel it. The shaking was not from the cold or grime of the rain. It wasn’t from the fear of the demon in front of her, either, though the giant pig-face in front of her had a jaw alone that was far larger than Misaki’s entire body.
And Misaki met that pig-face with eyes that neither showed hesitation nor mercy.
“ho ho ho!” The creature crowed. The animal chuckled with a slimy, aged feeling to her voice. Rancid, dripping grey saliva sloshed from it’s opened lips with each word, sloshing and falling to the mud in dirty droplets that formed into bucket-sized drops. Yellowed teeth showed, along with sharp canines, as it brought it’s lips backwards, showing off a terrifying set of sharpened teeth.
A laugh that whistled unevenly through rotted teeth followed, somewhere between the laugh of an old woman and the witless squealing of an excited pig as a pair of skeletal hands Planted themselves on either side of the young woman, each palm thrice her own size. The fingers themselves were all-too-long and all-too unfitting, covered in boils that seemed to add the only definition to the great evil creature’s hands, for other than that the skin seemed to wrap around only bone, rather than muscle.
“Those eyes… You must be one of them. Hunters of innocent demons that live here. We eat only those humans we need for nourishment. Like any good hunters, we use the bone, the marrow, the skin, the eyeballs…”
The sickly creature’s eyes roll into the back of their head, an all-too long tongue lolling from it’s jaws and smacking the ground with a wet thump, before the creature chooses to continue. A pungent smell of turpid air exits the creature’s mouth, filling the air with it’s foul breath. The smell was unmistakably of rot. Rotted Meat, rotted bone, rotted man, and rotting teeth. The cloud of brown decay covered the area in
“...Where was I?” The creature finally asked in an exhilarated voice, as the great beast inhaled the fetid air back up in a simple sniff. A small cough exited the beast and left blood on the ground in front of it. “...Excuse me. We use the men well that we are destined to feast upon, we imbibe the blood of men with the restraint of a god, eating only as much as we need to. Who are you to judge us for enjoying our favorite food, hunter!” The Creature roared, rising itself up to it’s full height, showing off a gangly body. It’s bony arms connected to a wretched body that wriggled section by section, still covered in the pink flesh of a pig, and yet undulating like a millipede as it raised itself up high, fifty feet tall. The legs it stood on were not those of an animal, but an insect, a quintet of Insectoid legs on either side of the tail of it’s body.
“...What do you have to say for yourself, Human?”
Misaki planted her parasol’s tip directly into the ground, looking up at the creature with hate in her eyes. No trace of fear was shown.
“You are mistaken, eater of man.” The Girl stated. “I do not care about your hunting habits in this region. They are disgusting. They are filthy. They show the weakness you hide in your soul. But this is not my region to police or control. I would not have considered it my job to track you, save, perhaps, to rip your head from it’s shoulders with my bare hands would I have considered it an interesting Trophy. Sadly, you are hideous, and the rot that encapsulates your being would bring weevils and parasites to my poor garden.” The Florist responded. “Your disgusting body isn’t worth saving.”
The Creature’s eyes blinked. “What a soulless creature, you are.” The Demon admitted. “You let me go on to speak for so long, and for this? We’ve been wasting our times, then. Even so, I hope you don’t expect these insults to go unpunished-”
Misaki Sighed, and released her own aura, and the great demon was launched backwards, it’s legs skittering backwards as it held up it’s arms to shield itself. Golden light swirled and released as the air Broke and pushed around the half-demon.
“...Do you have any idea what sort of damage you did to the forests around here?” The Kazamiya demanded. “How many fields your filth laid fallow. How much life you’ve rendered useless without even the excuse of hunger?”
The Creature narrowed it’s eyes. “...You’re serious?”
Misaki’s eyes shined as she looked straight for the pig. “Completely. Now how will you make it up to them?”
The Pig’s eyes blinked, one after the other, before giving another chortling laugh. “...You fool. I was worried for a second, feeling your power, but if you’re some environmentalist fool speaking of the pain of-”
Misaki had had enough.
The events of earlier today, of walking through a ruined forest filled with nothing but rot and mildew. Trees so tainted not even the weevils and termites could feed upon their remains. Confusion. Pain. Fear. Anger. Suffering. From every tree to every blade of grass. All of them fed the Kazamiya their raw, unfiltered emotion, making her feel the pain they’d felt.
“I’m tired of this conversation.”
The florist held a hand forward, and a blinding yellow slash of energy followed the motion of her hand, leaving a shallow cut across the greater Daemon’s chest.
“-gah! You little wretch! You expect to kill me with scratches?!”
Misaki’s response was a smile, as she held two hands to her side. “...Kill you? Not nearly so quickly. No… I’m going to enjoy this. Your lifespan has been in my hands since you made your fatal mistake. It won’t end a second earlier, or a second later than I mean it to. Now...”
The demon quailed, as Misaki’s body was quickly covered in vines, as a massive construct of thorned vines and oversized flowers took root, growing larger than even the Demon himself.
“...I tire of your words. I don’t like my planters to speak.”
-----10 hours later-----
Coral looked back at Misaki with a quizzical expression. “Hey, Misaki? Where did you go? I thought you were hoping to get to Pilafland as quickly as possible to investigate the shadow temple?” the pinkette asked, looking a little nervous at the question.
“...What do you mean?”
“I mean… You were gone for like, a whole day!”
“Oh. I was actually doing some re-planting in the area. I was asked by some hopefuls if I could do some reflowering of a barren area nearby.”
“Wait, that’s what you didn’t want me to come for?”
“Well, yes. It’s very careful work out in the hot sun, and I couldn’t focus on protecting you during that, so it simply made sense to finish that business up on my own.”
“...Well, I guess?” Coral added after a moment, putting her hands behind her head and resting against them. “...Geez, you had me all worried, you know?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“...That really does sound less convincing on the other side of it. Huh.” The Pov’rel Heiress said after a moment, putting a hand to her chin as if deeply considering the statement.
“What?”
“Oh, I, uhh… don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.”
---Elsewhere---
In the midst of a barren, fetid area of mud and flowers, all that was left of the great demon An’unTh’al’aziz was hardly recognizable. Scraped blood on the nearby mountainside. Grey, disgusting blots of phlegm spread around the area to mark the passage of it’s corrupted, parasite-filled tears. And one large, spread out lump of meat. Of course, the bones were nowhere to be seen - they’d been properly ground up and buried, losing the role of supporting the framework of a body, and gaining the role of nourishing plant-meal. The area was still mostly fallow, yet even now, within the lumps of flesh, spreading roots into the organs, bone, marrow and fibers that had been converted into fine compost, Flowers were already beginning to unnaturally sprout from it. Misaki had had no mercy for the beast. Thorns ripped through it as it was strangled, Vines had pulled muscles out of place, and the Creature had already lost the strength to keep screaming by the time Misaki had granted it the peace of death. In exchange for the gift, the Florist had happily taken everything, and left nothing, changing it from a death-dealing abomination into the flowerbed for new life, the roots of a new ecosystem, all growing from the origin of it’s re-purposed corpse.
And Misaki, miles away, knew without knowing how that her newest Belladonna had already begun growing it’s first flower… and smiled.
[1615 words]
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Post by Misaki Kazamiya on Feb 10, 2020 7:05:51 GMT -8
Misaki wiped her brow, as the heat beaded down from above. The way to Pilafland was a hot one, and as Coral huddled underneath the protective shade of the parasol, both of them felt more than a little overheated. Miss Pov’rel clearly had an expression that seemed to imply a complete lack of ability to handle the whole situation. The path they were walking on now was one less-travelled, as was Misaki’s preference, and the tan dirt road they walked down was covered by a whole lot of no-relief on either side of them. Still, Misaki knew there had to be some source of water nearby - it didn’t take much looking around to see just how good of a shape the region was in. In stark contrast to the lands near that Demon’s lair form before, these flowers and grasses were in great shape, giving off hues of Luscious green, beautiful purples and reds and whites and yellows accompanying the flowers they walked through, dandelions spreading out across the grass, and large trees that looked like they were just about to grow new fruit spreading out in front of her as far as the eye could see. It was not quite a forest but more than one would see on the plains, leaving Misaki’s view clear but not too clear.
Under other circumstances, she might have been happily humming and enjoying this ,but at the moment, her sweating body was only willing to give her normal smile as Coral panted. “Misaki… if I… Melt into… a puddle… go on… without me…” The Pov’rel gasped out between breaths, barely finding her feet as they kept walking.
“Is this too hot for you? I thought you lived in the Southern lands. Doesn’t it get very hot there?”
“Misaki, I was also living in an air-conditioned mansion in the southern lands. Pov’rels are cold-weather creatures.”
“Weren’t you complaining about how cold that popsicle was a little while ago?”
“Okay, but it was a really cold popsicle. You didn’t eat it, you can’t judge!”
---several days earlier---
“Misaki, I can’t eat this popsicle, it’s too cold. Could you finish it off for me?”
“I suppose?”
---back to present conversation--
“The point is it’s hot.” The Pov’rel managed with a whine. “I Don’t know if I’m going to be able to make it at this rate. I think this has to be hotter than the inside of fry-pan mountain!”
Misaki would finally give a nod. “It is rather warm, isn’t it? But the plants don’t seem to be drying up.”
“Misaki… I appreciate your concern for them… but I am not a plant. I don’t think I fall under the same rules…”
“Well, that’s not completely true.”
“...Come again?”
“Well, plants usually use water to live through heat like this as a coolant… Which means there’s likely some source of water nearby.”
“...A source of water nearby?”
“...Yes. that is what I said.”
“Oh my god where is it where is it where is-” The Pinkette yelled, hopping out of the parasol looking around… before promptly leaping right back into the parasol’s protective embrace. “Nope, nope, hot still! Very hot still!”
Misaki quirked an eyebrow at that. “...It won’t be so simple to find a source of water. We’ll have to figure out the source… even the smallest streams can manage to hydrate far away as long as the roots can reach the water underground. We just need to find… hmmm…”
Misaki craned her ears to the left, with a look of curiosity on her face, her mouth changing to a small “O” as she listened to something Coral couldn’t make out. “...Oh. Is that so, little one? He’s how big…? I see. Well then, thank you for the warning… Oh, yes, we do need the water anyways… no, don’t worry. We’ll be quite alright. Don’t worry your flowery little head.”
And with that, Misaki turned back to her now flustered companion.
“Misaki…?”
“...yes?”
“...Did you just talk to that plant?”
“...Yes?”
“...In order to set your own thoughts straight?”
“Well, no, he had information he wanted to contribute, and, well, I’m always willing to listen to one of my flowery friends!”
Coral looked at Misaki for a moment, rubbed her eyes, looked back up at Misaki’s smiling face like she expected it to suddenly disappear into dreamy mist.
Her mouth slowly opened, as she raised a finger. “But…”
Misaki’s smile was completely even as the Rich girl started to say something, a confident smile filled with kindness…
“Plants…”
“...Plants?”
“...plants!”
“...What about them?”
“Oh, nothing. They’re just… really… really neat. You know?”
“I’m so glad you agree!”
Coral’s sweating face was quick to nod like a bobblehead as they moved on their way.
“...You seem very sweaty, Coral. Is there something wrong?”
“Yes! I mean, yes, because it’s hot, you see, and the heat is just making me sweat! Because that’s what heat does to a girl it makes them sweat!” Coral managed to sputter out, waving her hands around like the world’s fastest speaker in sign language as her fidgeting reached full-power.
“Oh, yes, I understand. It is very hot!”
“Yes! Very!”
“So, shall we go and get the water?”
“Yes! Absolutely! I could really use some!”
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The walk to the watering hole Misaki had graciously pointed out to her was relatively uneventful. The grass was humming cheerfully, the flowers sang more loudly, and the trees were humming a wistful tune. As the two walked, the air seemed to become a little more chilled, a sure sign that they were comign in proximity of the water.
Misaki was quick to find another as she looked up, though. A tribe of some large animal… wait a minute.
Misaki was a biologist. She paid close attention to what lived where. Certain animals were only fit for certain areas. This was simple biological fact. Dinosaurs liked more barren clear areas where the air was a bit easier to breathe and their bulk didn’t slow them down. So why, why, why in the world was a hippopotamus currently sitting butt-down at the nearby creek bank.
“Coral… Be careful.” Misaki immediately breathed to the shivering girl next to her.
“Yeah… uhh, I’ll be over here. Up here. In this tree. Over here.” The Pov’rel stated, seeming to immediately recognize the hippos as a threat.
Misaki, for her part, had an apologetic look on her face as she walked forward. She truly had no reason to quarrel with the hippos, but, well, she needed water, and if the hippos were aggressive, well, that would simply be natural selection at work, now wouldn’t it?
The Teahouse gardener walked slowly, casually, her shoes making soft brushes with the ground as she warily approached. She could count them now - not a single hippo, but a collection of six of them.
The girl walked forward with her normal, casual smile, and one of them looked up with interest, a loud exhale coming from it’s nostril as it regarded her, befroe giving a large yawn.
“Pardon me, mr. and miss hippos…” The Half-demon said with a cheery look. “But you need to move, please. I and my friend need to get some water for ourselves, you see, and you’re blocking the watering hole. If you could move for me, that’d be great.”
“...Yeah, guess we could do that. Sorry, there’s not much water here left for you guys with six hippos in it, huh?”
The reply stopped Misaki dead as she listened to the british-sounding hippo’s thick accent. Not due to the accent, her time in customer service had hardened her to everyone’s special misuse of the english language quite well. It was just…
“Listen, if you could do us a favor later, we’ll let you use the water now. Deal?”
Misaki gave a slightly strained smile in response to the weirdness. She had really nothing binding her to the deal… but these were talking hippos. This seemed too amusing not to investigate in the future.
“Of course, mr. Hippo.”
“Mr. Hipp, actually, but good guess all things considered. You’re a smart cookie!”
Elsewhere, in the tree, Coral’s small voice cried out from her cozy hiding place within the large tree:
“...Wait, did that hippo just talk?”
“We’re past that, Miss Pov’rel. Would you kindly come down here? These hippos are giving us a lease on the water right now. We should make the most of it.”
“Don’t worry, we clean in a different watering hole!”
Coral blinked, as she jumped out of the tree and put a finger to her chin, thinking about it for a minute, before muttering
“I am very glad that is not the watering hole we found first.” [1504 words] [3119 words in total]
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