Xen_Aiba The late evening sun wavered in the horizon, a deep orange-red hue blanketed the skies above, lined with the ever present yet thin clouds. Serenity would've been the word to have described the atmospheric mood.. but it would not be so, for somewhere.. the ground had been disturbed. Debris lay scattered abroad for hundreds of yards. ~ Xen_Aiba Where there had been an area thriving with rich soil and lush green grass, now was nothing more than an impact site, with a crater, some 40 ft. in radius. A faint hiss emanated from its depths, a smoky grayish colour attributed to the smoke that rose up into the darkening sky, a trail like a rising serpent wanting to fly 'home'... - There in the center of this impact crater, lay an unconscious form. That of Xen's. ~ Xen_Aiba The transition from one Realm into another had completely worn him out of the caloric count in his system, thus causing him to be exhausted. His form, clothed, save for his shirt.. which lay around much of his torso and arms in nothing but ribbons, wound up his arms. In the palm of his right hand, a glowering Crystal, emerald in colour was held.. the Tekka-Crystal. His salvation, and bane. What Fate would befall him, he would never know.
Kuzusu_Zenshou :sits within the confines of one of the lost alternate planes of the Guyver Strike Forces, but a simple little complex, and yet it holds so much valuable information on the unit itself.. a man of nearly the age of 50 peers out from behind a holographicly projected screen, to peer over at yet another console that holds within it but a simple map of the world.. Zenshou stands to his feet, pushing his chair out from beneath him with a gentle nudge...
Nathanial_RedWing He walks through the bright denseness of the forest taking notice that now it is getting rather dark as the suns bright red, and orange crimson streak across the sky with what remainder of clouds that scatter about the heavens loosely as a slight smirk comes to mind hearing the birds softly singing as the day is now going into
Xen_Aiba It flashed, several times. The simplistic action on the part of the Tekka-Crystal, in attempt to reclaim its Wearer's conscience. - No answer. - The Tekka-Crystal emanated a bright radiance, emerald in hue, yet seemingly growing lighter with the waves that were released. It tried to make contact again, as futile as it was. No response. ~
Kuzusu_Zenshou pauses within the complexities of thought and shadow to move further into the sleek expenditures which are his own subterfuge of possible reality.. a smirk gleams over his pallet as he whisk his way out of the compound.. a large ruby cloak emblazon on his shoulders.. a stray finger darting to cover his face with its mask like hood... slowly in a crouching like stance he proceeds forward... Nathanial_RedWing He makes haste as he quickly travels through the dense foliage that surrounds him thinking that he shouldn’t have came out here concentrating his train of through on that before him hearing the faint voice of that of Kuzusu reaching him the endless limitations of the Guyver which is embodied with him (( Sir, I am on my way about another couple of minutes )) Xen_Aiba A brief surge of adrenaline suffused his body, as the faintest wave of consciousness filtered into being. Xen's fingers twitched.. his eyes fluttered open ever so slowly, his vision blurred by far. It was fairly cold, then again.. perhaps he was just that 'drained' after all. He remained laying on his stomach.. only the warmth of the Tekka-Crystal itself provided him with a means of focusing on something.. while he still was able to grasp his hold on consciousness.
Kuzusu_Zenshou finding placement in space pleasing to his natural ritualistic proclamations, he pauses within stream of plasmatic transference, and dwells within normal space for the time being, still within shape of that human like exterior, only an eerie glow that protrudes from his standing visage is a reconcilable aspect of his avatarian distinctions.. Nathanial_RedWing He continues to rustle on through the forest getting closer and closer to his destinations as he stumbles out of the forest on the other side of Kuzusu and the large impact crater of some kind as his eyes widen suddenly seeing that it is still smoldering wondering why he didn't feel the impact which could be due to the little nap he took earlier but tosses that away being reluctant to his duties seeing a being of some sorts...he watches from the backside haven't seen anything like this ever being far more different then that of a Guyver
Xen_Aiba §"..Hello.."§, the voice practically echoed throughout his Mind. The formation of syllabic utterances issued forth, barely audible. "...Tekno....p, powe---...", his voice fell silent. The verbal command used to initiate the Tekka-Crystal wouldn't work, his Mind was unstable as of yet. Instead, his physical reaction was that of raising his hand, the very one holding the Tekka-Crystal within its grasp and simply hold it there. ~
Kuzusu_Zenshou eyes look to the dormant state which holds guise within stance behind his current position.. a smirk lining the exterior formation of his pallet as he gives a simple nod and then turns his attention back to the rather large crater that has formed within this once pristine place... he kneels within its furcated surface..
Nathanial_RedWing He continues to look at the backside of the seemingly human presence before him and then back to the smoldering crater comparing the two with disbelief with the thought of how in the hell can something like that create such a large crater moving to the edge slowly he kneels looking deep down into the large gash left behind by this semi-human being but unknown...he hears the voice Xen_Aiba His eyes lazily danced upwards, .. voices.. he heard voices! - Xen's fingers tightened on the Tekka-Crystal, this time with a bit more determination set into them. His Mind envisioned the construct of the Tekka-Crystal..hoping a bit of mental visualization would aid him in regaining his TekkaMan form. - Nothing. - He cursed softly, coughing as a billow of dirt was repelled away from near his mouth.
Kuzusu_Zenshou fingers nibble towards the edge of this somewhat of an enclosures, careful not to slip and lose grasp on reality.. a daring eye dashes forward, peering longingly at the crystal which this singular entity prevents him from having... a sleek turn of the head, and a pivot to the left allows him a closer concept to reactivity.. "Whatever that is, its what caused this, meaning it has to be ours." Nathanial_RedWing At Kuzusu's side he awaits what he has brought him hear as he turns to face him hearing him utter forth a few chosen words about the being before then as all he does is nod his head...He then turns his head to look at the one before him seeing that he is human and young in complexion as to his side he begins to examine the crystal that he possess with interest seeing whatever made this crater that had to be the source Xen_Aiba felt the hand of another fall atop the Crystal itself. Xen tried to move his arm back to his side.. and failed in dong so. Instead, it amounted to his arm falling forward. Whether the Crystal would've been taken by the time his hand hit the ground again, while Xen struggled to maintain his hold on reality, which continued threatening to once more cast him into the darkness of unconsciousness.
Kuzusu_Zenshou as the hand falls away from that precious little instrument which Kuzusu has come all this way in search of, the Destroyer of Destroyers makes sure to hold securely on its crystalline shape... his fingers never slipping from its structure, as the other mans fall to a limp texture at the bottom of the crater.. Zenshou looks up to his fellow man in arms, speaking once more in the realtive tongue of humans, English,
Nathanial_RedWing He watches as this man stumbles forward chuckling slightly at the weakness what is present before his very eyes while listening attentively to the conversation that Kuzusu is having with him this being quite pleasant as a cool wisp of air blows over him refreshing him his hair lightly blowing about restlessly within the breeze as he watches Kuzusu approach this poor soul kneeling down beside
Xen_Aiba ......Silence. That's all there was, ear-deafening dominance that was as a void, deprived of equilibrium and sanity. The fleeting moments of consciousness left Xen with the last words of Kuzusu flowing into the deep recesses of his mind. This might've been it for him, the time spent protecting his Realm from the Radam forces..~
Kuzusu_Zenshou the destroy of destroyers find it best to work through flame, as he has always done.. a trick taught back to him when he was but a kid.. his fingers dart over to the chest cavity of this poor soul.. his fingers pondering over the flesh, ass his thoughts find solace within the embrace of the flame.. his eyes fall clasp as he concentrates on the very aspects of being which are this being.. Nathanial_RedWing He continues to watch in dismay seeing that Kuzusu consuming this poor defenseless being that is present before him shaking his head slightly seeing that this man didn't have a chance as a chuckle escapes his lips as he continues to watch this manifestation continue forth as its hues vibrant brighten his darkened face at this point the sun has settles over behind the mountains Xen_Aiba - Death, a pale-skinned woman, draped in white flowing gowns. Pursed lips, painted black. The sadness of lost souls. - Her hair, a flowing silken array of free-floating strands, swaying the rhythmic motion of eternity. It was into her outstretched arms that Xen made way to, the pathway between Reality and all else was set aside, lost to him forever. There was only this new path, this new woman.. - For the time that passed on by, oblivion was embraced with open arms.
Kuzusu_Zenshou fingers prod further into the construct which was once flesh.. flame invokes itself within the confines of this very being... burning him from the inside out, as the temperature, rather core temperature, reach about 1000 degrees
Celsius, Kuzusu retracts, pulling away from the poor lowly soul, and letting him fade away in peace..
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