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Daimon Hellstrom ([personal profile] birthmural) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-01-16 06:09 pm

Are You Afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 1, CLOSED]

Daimon was taking his dog for a walk in the city. The young puppy had grown, although he was still small. He hadn't taken well to Daimon's disappearance during the Fairplay mission. To be perfectly honest, the feeling was mutual.

For now, Daimon let the pup wander off as some scent caught its interest. He was standing there, clad only in the bottom half of a plantsuit. The inverted pentacle birthmark on his chest, the symbol of his unholy heritage, plain for all to see.

[identity profile] killsfengshui.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
The darksoul might have felt perfectly at home for a moment, in a blackened soul such as Mei-Xing's. Just maybe, it might have had time to stomp mud on the carpet of her spirit.

Until she laughs. "Spirits above, you're as corny as he is!" It would be something akin to slamming into a wall of white-hot iron, as she counters its power with her own willpower. Mei-Xing sinks into a lotus position, breathing out slowly to center herself, despite the raging going on inside of her body.

That's when the second part of her work begins, trying to forcibly hammer a bond between them. A bond that would enslave the darksoul, forcing it to obey her whims. I've faced down the Yama Kings. What makes you think you're so special?

[identity profile] killsfengshui.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Tch." She wipes at the trickle of blood from her nose again, then dusts her hands off. "I'd've had that thing under my thumb, too. If someone hadn't up and tried to burn me."

She directs that at Daimon, then moves to nudge him with a toe. "Get up, drama queen. The big, bad spirit is gone. You can thank me later."

[identity profile] killsfengshui.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't blame me!" She snarls, jabbing a finger at his chest. "You're the one who decided that distracting me by shooting some kind of dumbass fireblast like some half-slot retard was a good idea! If it hadn't been for that, I'd have had that thing licking my boots by now!"

She turns and starts to head off, without waiting for an answer. "Waste your time hoofing it. I'm gonna punk that bitch on the astral plane."

[identity profile] killsfengshui.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Touching her was the wrong thing to do, Daimon. She wrenches her wrist out of his grasp, turning smoothly, and throws a side-kick towards his chest.

Smooth.

Powerful.

Practiced.

"Don't touch me, little man. Don't order me, either. I assure you, my dick dangles lower and swings harder than yours."

[identity profile] killsfengshui.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Yup. The more time I waste on you, the more time that thing's loose in the city." She waves two fingers at him, grinning over her shoulder. "See ya, omae. I've got a soul to punch."

Starting to head off again, she pauses.

Where the hell was she going to find a coffeepot here?

[identity profile] killsfengshui.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I've got over a decade of experience playing with these things, and I've seen a lot worse than your darksoul." She shakes her head. "You wanna go report me to security? Go ahead. I'm gonna be too busy cleaning up your mess to really play nicely with them, though."