Alter Ego
that evil mod from hell
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- Touhou land, grazing danmaku all the way
- Seen Aug 8, 2010
"Later?!"
Though the words had been intended as encouragement, they only served to elevate Hanako to a new level of hysteria, "No time for later!" she shrieked, giving her friend a look of utter desperation, "You...don't understand...is my weapon! Later, later it won't be-just-just let me...while it's still my weapon...gaaah!"
With another pained wail, she redoubled her efforts of collecting the splinters, fervently assembling as many of the larger pieces as she could. There were still plenty missing, but it looked...about right at least. Sighing, she placed her hoard down on the ground in front of her, dividing it into two piles before coaxing a fresh splatter of blood from one of the many cuts on her body and sprinkling it over the splinters. When she raised her voice again, it was as a soft murmur rather than the high-pitched loon voice from a moment ago, sounding like she was reciting something from memory, an expression of intense concentration on her face.
"Drink of my sweat, and know that your toil is mine to share. Drink of my tears, and know that my feelings are yours as well. Drink of my blood and know that our lives are one. By the power of my bloodline, by the letter of the contract, by the strength of my conviction, be whole!"
At her command, the blood splattered across the splinters shimmered ever so slightly, seeping into the wood itself accompanied by a disturbing slurping sound. Soon, the blood-splattered grass around them was completely green again, but the wood still didn't seem satisfied, fresh blood drawing from each and every cut on Hanako's body and into the splinters, the reddish hue deepening in queue with the paling of the girl's body. Then, something happened, diminutive, branch-like appendages sprouting from the larger fragments and snaking their way towards each other, intertwining, drawing closer together...
"Come on..." Hanako mumbled, her face already white as sheet, "Just...just a little more...a little longer..."
Drawn together, the ever-growing fragments began attracting the smaller ones around them. New branches, new growth. Slowly, the first lump of half-living wood began shaping into a handle, but there was still so much to do with the scabbard, so many pieces...
"...come on..."
Her vision swum, she felt cold and anemic, and finally, there simply was nothing to do. With self-protection preventing any more blood from being drained, the new branches ceased sprouting, the assembled pieces drawing together with a final heave before the separate branches melded into a whole. The excess pieces flailed feebly before the crimson color ran out of them, the branches withering out and dying...and then it was over.
And there, on the ground by Hanako's feet, hilt and scabbard rested. They weren't as large as before, the scabbard in particular having lost a fair bit of its length, and no ornate designs were in sight, but there was no mistaking the expression of sheer relief on the kunoichi's face as she reached out a shaky hand for each, clutching them with all her might.
"Daijoubu..." she mumbled out, "...I'll...need a new blade...a smaller one...but is still...my...weapon..."
And with that, her eyelids finally gave in to their desire to snap shut, the kunoichi duly collapsing onto the ground, handle and scabbard still cradled in her arms.
OOC:Deus ex machina ftw! Ahem, contrary to what one might think, the regeneration bit is actually part of the weapon's ability rather than a jutsu or a bloodline ability, so it works, right? Hanako will be unconscious for a while, so just have them drop her off to a medical team whenever that becomes convenient...and maybe patch her up so she doesn't die to blood loss before that. xD Now as for where the weapon got its little ability and what the whole bloodtraitor bit is about...that's a backstory for another day, I'm afraid. Good luck with the RP, peoples. :3
Though the words had been intended as encouragement, they only served to elevate Hanako to a new level of hysteria, "No time for later!" she shrieked, giving her friend a look of utter desperation, "You...don't understand...is my weapon! Later, later it won't be-just-just let me...while it's still my weapon...gaaah!"
With another pained wail, she redoubled her efforts of collecting the splinters, fervently assembling as many of the larger pieces as she could. There were still plenty missing, but it looked...about right at least. Sighing, she placed her hoard down on the ground in front of her, dividing it into two piles before coaxing a fresh splatter of blood from one of the many cuts on her body and sprinkling it over the splinters. When she raised her voice again, it was as a soft murmur rather than the high-pitched loon voice from a moment ago, sounding like she was reciting something from memory, an expression of intense concentration on her face.
"Drink of my sweat, and know that your toil is mine to share. Drink of my tears, and know that my feelings are yours as well. Drink of my blood and know that our lives are one. By the power of my bloodline, by the letter of the contract, by the strength of my conviction, be whole!"
At her command, the blood splattered across the splinters shimmered ever so slightly, seeping into the wood itself accompanied by a disturbing slurping sound. Soon, the blood-splattered grass around them was completely green again, but the wood still didn't seem satisfied, fresh blood drawing from each and every cut on Hanako's body and into the splinters, the reddish hue deepening in queue with the paling of the girl's body. Then, something happened, diminutive, branch-like appendages sprouting from the larger fragments and snaking their way towards each other, intertwining, drawing closer together...
"Come on..." Hanako mumbled, her face already white as sheet, "Just...just a little more...a little longer..."
Drawn together, the ever-growing fragments began attracting the smaller ones around them. New branches, new growth. Slowly, the first lump of half-living wood began shaping into a handle, but there was still so much to do with the scabbard, so many pieces...
"...come on..."
Her vision swum, she felt cold and anemic, and finally, there simply was nothing to do. With self-protection preventing any more blood from being drained, the new branches ceased sprouting, the assembled pieces drawing together with a final heave before the separate branches melded into a whole. The excess pieces flailed feebly before the crimson color ran out of them, the branches withering out and dying...and then it was over.
And there, on the ground by Hanako's feet, hilt and scabbard rested. They weren't as large as before, the scabbard in particular having lost a fair bit of its length, and no ornate designs were in sight, but there was no mistaking the expression of sheer relief on the kunoichi's face as she reached out a shaky hand for each, clutching them with all her might.
"Daijoubu..." she mumbled out, "...I'll...need a new blade...a smaller one...but is still...my...weapon..."
And with that, her eyelids finally gave in to their desire to snap shut, the kunoichi duly collapsing onto the ground, handle and scabbard still cradled in her arms.
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