Post by Houmei the Hateful on Jul 8, 2011 3:51:23 GMT -5
To be back in the world of the living was a strange thing indeed. To see what had become of said world since he was last alive was something else. Living in temples for most of his adult life had not quite prepared him for the lively cities of the modern world. It was rather exciting though, but the gaunt man would find it much better if he weren't getting the stares that he was getting.
It wasn't everyday you looked at a walking corpse after all.
The thought sent a pang of bitterness through Koumyo, no, Houmei's being. Vengeful, hateful feelings followed the bitterness and he fought to push it back. His ire wanted to break free from time to time and ravage whatever was around him. It especially became focused when his thoughts wandered towards his pupil. He knew for a fact that he had not died with a grudge against Kouryuu, he had died as he intended. But the demon that turned him into this dark pawn had caused additional feelings in him to stir that weren't entirely his own but deep down had to have stemmed from something.
His caramel colored eyes gazed down at the gloved hand he held up. The clothing and armor he wore worked perfectly to disguise his decrepit form. The only indicator to be seen of his sorry state was his face, where the sunken in eye sockets and cheekbones made him look starved. Houmei had no doubt he probably smelled of decomposition, he couldn't tell, his senses were still wonky.
After taking a moment to brood, he returned to his sight seeing of West City. He was on a mission, albeit not one he intended to finish in record time. His master had her eye on six subjects and he was meant to go out and help search for the last one. It was rather troublesome. It was something many were guilty of, yet Anesidora was being somewhat picky in wanting a powerful warrior to take the mantle. While he was searching, she also wanted him to spread some mayhem if possible. That would be difficult though. If he were to create a ruckus, surely that would draw some powerful protectors to stop him. The fallen priest scratched his cheek. There had to be something subtle he could do that would keep her from punishing him. Involuntarily, he shivered.
"Kyaa..." The last time Anesidora had seen fit to punish him in the short time he had been up and about, it had not been pleasant.
Since he was feeling motivated, a possibility came to mind. It was downright unpleasant, but better them than him. He was capable of spreading a plethora of diseases and most of them would take a day or more to show signs. But how was he supposed to start spreading all of that? That was an interesting conundrum. 'Well, the easiest way might be an airborne pathogen...perhaps a sort of aura manifested around my being for a short while so most of the people I draw near become infected. I can think of more direct possibilities later on.' Houmei hated that his thoughts dwelled on such dark and unsettling things but it couldn't be helped. With that in mind, he took a moment to concentrate, letting the air around him by a few feet become tainted with a variety of infectious agents.
The withered man let out weary sigh. "Try to forgive me, Koruyuu..." The thought brought a tired smile to his lips, wondering what his pupil, his son would say to all of this. His master, walking along with an air of disease and working to advance the dark plans of a demon. It was almost funny if it didn't suck so much.
Thinking about it made him a little more depressed. He needed something to lighten the mood and forget that he was now ready to darken the city's streets. At least only one of the diseases he could think of was particularly fatal, so here's to hoping that the truly dangerous one didn't infect too many people. Houmei took out his cigarette holder and equipped it with one of his smokes so he could enjoy some nicotine as he casually strolled along the somewhat busy street. Dozens of people passed him, unaware that they were going along and breathing the disease ridden air around the decrepit man they went by. The fallen priest made it a habit not to look at their faces, so it would be easier to forget them.
"Hm?"
Houmei paused, realizing that the density of the crowd seemed even greater as he was starting to pass by some grand stone wall and approach a colorfully decorated gate leading into what looked like some sprawling amusement park. "Oooh...That looks interesting!" He had never seen such a thing, at least not since he was but a child and it had never been like this. Well, he most certainly had to check this out!
The death knight started to simply stroll through the gate before one of the personnel stopped him. He looked down at the shorted man who had faltered for a moment once he got a good look at the gaunt mug but then composed himself. "Sir, you can't come in without buying a ticket first. Please go to the line over there and purchase one, then you're free to enter Dream Land."
"Mm-oh..." Houmei turned to see the incredible lines off to the right which started at the ticket master booths. He had no money nor any interest to stand in line for some ticket. The long-haired man turned back to the pudgy figure in his way to the park. The undead took an experimental step forward only to have the man start pushing him back in an effort to shoo him away. The poor soul made the mistake of putting his hands on him unfortunately. In a swift, fluid motion...the death knight swiped his extended palm and severed the Park worker's head from his shoulders. He stepped back as the blood spurt out and frowned when the screaming commenced as the body slumped down. People nearby that had witnessed the attack freaked out and proceeded to run away in any direction they could, and the panic began to escalate outward, sending more running as well. He sighed. All he wanted was to enter the park, was that so wrong?
Since people were clearing out at such a break neck pace, it seemed he was free to do just that. So much for avoiding a ruckus. Surely this would not entice trouble that he couldn't handle at least. Houmei stepped over the crumpled, decapitated figure and made his way in to check out the amusement park. "I wonder if they have fried bananas or cotton candy..."
It wasn't everyday you looked at a walking corpse after all.
The thought sent a pang of bitterness through Koumyo, no, Houmei's being. Vengeful, hateful feelings followed the bitterness and he fought to push it back. His ire wanted to break free from time to time and ravage whatever was around him. It especially became focused when his thoughts wandered towards his pupil. He knew for a fact that he had not died with a grudge against Kouryuu, he had died as he intended. But the demon that turned him into this dark pawn had caused additional feelings in him to stir that weren't entirely his own but deep down had to have stemmed from something.
His caramel colored eyes gazed down at the gloved hand he held up. The clothing and armor he wore worked perfectly to disguise his decrepit form. The only indicator to be seen of his sorry state was his face, where the sunken in eye sockets and cheekbones made him look starved. Houmei had no doubt he probably smelled of decomposition, he couldn't tell, his senses were still wonky.
After taking a moment to brood, he returned to his sight seeing of West City. He was on a mission, albeit not one he intended to finish in record time. His master had her eye on six subjects and he was meant to go out and help search for the last one. It was rather troublesome. It was something many were guilty of, yet Anesidora was being somewhat picky in wanting a powerful warrior to take the mantle. While he was searching, she also wanted him to spread some mayhem if possible. That would be difficult though. If he were to create a ruckus, surely that would draw some powerful protectors to stop him. The fallen priest scratched his cheek. There had to be something subtle he could do that would keep her from punishing him. Involuntarily, he shivered.
"Kyaa..." The last time Anesidora had seen fit to punish him in the short time he had been up and about, it had not been pleasant.
Since he was feeling motivated, a possibility came to mind. It was downright unpleasant, but better them than him. He was capable of spreading a plethora of diseases and most of them would take a day or more to show signs. But how was he supposed to start spreading all of that? That was an interesting conundrum. 'Well, the easiest way might be an airborne pathogen...perhaps a sort of aura manifested around my being for a short while so most of the people I draw near become infected. I can think of more direct possibilities later on.' Houmei hated that his thoughts dwelled on such dark and unsettling things but it couldn't be helped. With that in mind, he took a moment to concentrate, letting the air around him by a few feet become tainted with a variety of infectious agents.
The withered man let out weary sigh. "Try to forgive me, Koruyuu..." The thought brought a tired smile to his lips, wondering what his pupil, his son would say to all of this. His master, walking along with an air of disease and working to advance the dark plans of a demon. It was almost funny if it didn't suck so much.
Thinking about it made him a little more depressed. He needed something to lighten the mood and forget that he was now ready to darken the city's streets. At least only one of the diseases he could think of was particularly fatal, so here's to hoping that the truly dangerous one didn't infect too many people. Houmei took out his cigarette holder and equipped it with one of his smokes so he could enjoy some nicotine as he casually strolled along the somewhat busy street. Dozens of people passed him, unaware that they were going along and breathing the disease ridden air around the decrepit man they went by. The fallen priest made it a habit not to look at their faces, so it would be easier to forget them.
"Hm?"
Houmei paused, realizing that the density of the crowd seemed even greater as he was starting to pass by some grand stone wall and approach a colorfully decorated gate leading into what looked like some sprawling amusement park. "Oooh...That looks interesting!" He had never seen such a thing, at least not since he was but a child and it had never been like this. Well, he most certainly had to check this out!
The death knight started to simply stroll through the gate before one of the personnel stopped him. He looked down at the shorted man who had faltered for a moment once he got a good look at the gaunt mug but then composed himself. "Sir, you can't come in without buying a ticket first. Please go to the line over there and purchase one, then you're free to enter Dream Land."
"Mm-oh..." Houmei turned to see the incredible lines off to the right which started at the ticket master booths. He had no money nor any interest to stand in line for some ticket. The long-haired man turned back to the pudgy figure in his way to the park. The undead took an experimental step forward only to have the man start pushing him back in an effort to shoo him away. The poor soul made the mistake of putting his hands on him unfortunately. In a swift, fluid motion...the death knight swiped his extended palm and severed the Park worker's head from his shoulders. He stepped back as the blood spurt out and frowned when the screaming commenced as the body slumped down. People nearby that had witnessed the attack freaked out and proceeded to run away in any direction they could, and the panic began to escalate outward, sending more running as well. He sighed. All he wanted was to enter the park, was that so wrong?
Since people were clearing out at such a break neck pace, it seemed he was free to do just that. So much for avoiding a ruckus. Surely this would not entice trouble that he couldn't handle at least. Houmei stepped over the crumpled, decapitated figure and made his way in to check out the amusement park. "I wonder if they have fried bananas or cotton candy..."
