peace is overrated, probably [nikki]

[SHIZUNA KIRIN]

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[attr="class","kirinlyrics"]this is wartime this is our time we won't be denied feed the fire that is raging inside this is go time this is showtime we will fight 'till their wills are broken

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[attr="class,"kirinpost"]She was calm, she told herself.

She had to be calm.

This place was not so new anymore. And yet, it was still foreign because she couldn't bring herself to truly understand it. People smiled here. People talked here. They acknowledged each other and used things like a currency. They had a last names. The laundry list of strange, new things could continue on forever, she knew that much. And yet, she was here all the same. In this strange world that had no up, no down, nothing but seemingly a calm, social platform. And that was what scared her the most, if she were to admit any of her feelings to another.

She felt disjointed, out of place in this world of peace.

Sometimes, she found herself twitching, already attempting to draw either Justice or Execution. But so far, Shizuna hadn't quite harmed anyone. She might have scared a few people however. Something tingled up her spine, and the girl felt her eyes narrow behind the blindfold. To most it would be a strange feeling - danger, danger was calling - and yet to her it was a welcomed old friend. Something she could feel content on having, because believe it or not, she missed her own world. It was easy to understand, and rather straight forward, unlike this place. Perhaps, that was why unbidden, a smile faintly touched her lips. She could feel it, dancing her veins. The sense of danger, of something strong was nearby. So without hesitation, she ducked into an alleyway.

If she was right, whatever was causing that feeling would follow her. Of course, she might not be right. And that thought made her really sad. 'Of course it makes you sad, silly child.' murmured a voice in her mind. Her face now impassive, she fought to keep the scowl off it. Stupid spirit, interrupting when it wasn't wanted or needed.

For now, she'd observe how things would go.

Nikki

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[Nikki]

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[attr="class","nikkipostlyric"]THE SYSTEM[break]HAS FAILED

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[attr="class","nikkipostlyric3"]JUSTICE MEANS NOTHING TODAY 'CAUSE THE COURTS ARE FOR SALE

[attr="class","nikkipostlyrics4"]PICK A CRIME OFF THE MENU, PICK A SENTENCE TO DEFEND YOU

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Stealth was the game that Nikki had played for years. A force strong enough to help him stand up against giants, a true David standing strong in the face of Goliath, all while quiet enough to keep him from the “all-seeing eyes” of a law knocked askew by the force of gold, pure and bloody. He had no superpowers as the strange Island creatures around him did. Even in comparison to the other members of Omega Five, he came off as a bit bland – hard to not think so when stood next to robotic assassins with control over dragon spirts, young girls turned reality altering goddesses, or the personification of war itself ripped straight out of the pages of the Bible. You know, the book that Mary had to memorize cover-to-cover back in the day. And yet he stood on par with them, or at least as much as (more than, more than) a normal human being could. Was it his tenacity? Well, yes, but more than that. His skill with a fire arm? Many of them, absolutely, perhaps all of them if he really took the time to hold them in his hands and point, but no, no, it wasn't just the guns or the bombs. It was the stealth. His enemies could not prepare because they never understood that there was anything to prepare for in the first place. Even when paranoia got the better of them, holding fragile minds in its sharp-nailed grip (and he'd know all about that, wouldn't he? it'd held his since the day he pushed open the doors of the church to find the floor stained scarlet), their anxious searching for a threat was never good enough to catch you in the act before your filthy deed was done. A single shoot, fired from the dark, bang, bang, and it was over. And he, gone with the wind, would never be found, never be traced back to the scene of the crime. He was the shadows themselves, a reaper made man. A One-Man Death Machine.[break][break]

(But still just a boy in the presence of gods.)[break][break]

The Council, according to their spokeswoman, had a strong idea of “preventative justice” - not in the sense that they would jail those with histories of vile acts or those with temperaments that could put them at odds with the island residents, but in one that dictated that they be watched, hounded until they began to take the long step over the line. With any luck, a member of the force would be there to see the step and prevent it before it happened. A fair system, in the eyes of a man who didn't mind twisting what was “right” in the eyes of the courts for the safety of real innocents. Those same courts were the ones that acted only in the way that filled their pockets with the most cash, after all. And it would have been fine, perfectly so, had he not been the one to practice as many long, aggravating stakeouts as he did real, genuine hits. His whole life had been altered to make him ideal for killing. Humans, yes, but killing all the same. And deep down, he understood that these orders from above weren't in some petty attempt to isolate him from the others due to his powerless status – even the best of the best were asked to do stakeouts; everyone was – but that didn't and couldn't shake the feeling that his talents were being wasted all the same. How long had he been following this one woman? Twenty-four hours? Probably more at this point. The only saving grace of this whole mess was that she was easily identifiable from the crowd, what with the swords on her person and the blindfold masking half of her face. The hitman would allow himself the time to be impressed by the fact that she could walk so smoothly and effortlessly through the Island, new to it as she was, despite her lack of proper vision had he not been busy ensuring that she didn't put those swords to use somewhere she wasn't supposed to. So far, in all of the hours that he had watched her, as well as in all of those in the reports prior, she hadn't even done anything to imply that she ever would turn again the commonfolk. Preventative justice was fine by him – but when was the Council finally going to draw the line?[break][break]

Just as the thought struck his head, however, he watched as his target (Shizuna, he recalled, Shizuna Kirin) twisted suddenly in her path and ducked into an alleyway just out of sight. That was... suspicious, to say the least. From what Nikki could see from his vantage point, she hadn't visibly reacted to anything until the sudden movement, and no one from the crowd was moving to give any kind of chase. Was it possible she'd seen him? … Laughable. With that blindfold, she wouldn't be seeing anything, much less someone from his height and in his place of hiding. So then... what was it? Drug deals? Murder? Dawdling earned him nothing. He'd have to relocate and find a vantage point anew before she did something horrible that he wasn't around to see. Traversing the cityscape of the Island was much more different than traversing the rooftops of Seattle, however: an idea hammered in that much more as he made the final leap to his new place of hiding, of spying, and -[break][break]

“Oh, god, oh fuck.”[break][break]

slipped, going tumbling down one of the alley's two defining walls (old awnings and trash bags, thankfully, breaking his fall) and landing with a crash just feet away from his target. Ah, yes. Stealth. His defining feature, the thing that gave him a leg to stand on in a world of creatures much more terrifying than a human as he. Just... not today, apparently. “Uh... h...hi.”

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[attr="class","nikkipostbot3"] 0000 WORDS

[attr="class","nikkipostbot3"] SHIZUNA KIRIN

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this is the longest and probably the best post i've written all day, congratulations. (remind me to go back and put the music files in later when i'm on my desktop. ;o