Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 7, 2019 21:46:01 GMT
A lone warrior stood along the outer reaches of an eastern Earth city. Darkening bags delved into a hybrid's facial features. As of late, sleep has been a luxury. The visage of the foreign, intrusive woman has been plaguing the hybrid for weeks on end. Its become bothersome. Admittedly, however, Celmaru Waterfield had briefly pondered over if it wasn't none but terrible; perhaps this was some twisted fortune in disguise. Perhaps not. It was too convenient, after all. Nevertheless, the hybrid pressed his back against a nearby tree trunk.
The day had been, in a sense, tame. Clouds enveloped the skies inconsistently at their varying paces. Time was clearly not of the essence. Celmaru mulled over minute passing thoughts, just for a moment. What to do today, what to do. Practice and training was the answer with the utmost simplicity. Perhaps it was merely a given for it to be within his schedule. The hybrid set the prospect aside for a moment. Hunting for his lunch was another marvel of an idea. Albeit, it was the meager usual. Then again, a convenience store was within the nearby distance. Celmaru considered visiting -- yet only for a fraction of a moment. That'd leave it to be too elementary. What else?
Carrying his magical staff with outmost dexterity, the little creature was fending off what seemed to be a beast of shadows itself as his body was being flung from one side to another, a window shattering under his miniscule weight as small cuts were formed all over his body, the flapping of his clothes turning into shreds as he would catch himself on the ground as he panted painfully, seeing a saiyan like person standing besides himself the creature in his canine form would try to speak a few words, having trouble at first before the large, bouldering man covered in flakes of darkness and tendrils that licked up his body simply smiled forwards.
"Give me the creature and i shall let you go." He would proclaim, his hand holding a large machete as his face was covered in large cuts, his shoulders wider than the front of a truck when you went from one to the other, along with his single red eye that was in his right socket, the left filled with a yellowish liquid that shouldn't be there. His head had a few hairs that were starting to let go and drop onto the ground, even at this point as the creature would lick the infected gums of his mouth, a few teeth still remaining inside of it as he had a small purse on his side that was marked with the letters 'silver' along with a cute drawing from a fox, even a small set of magician tools?
"You know what, i am going to eradicate you both right here!" He would suddenly shout, attempting to rob the both of these in plain daylight!
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 10, 2019 2:55:00 GMT
Life ensured that such mediocrity persisted only for mere moments. The evident, horror-esque scene of some lunatic wielding a machete brandished itself boisterously; a minuscule child scurrying as swiftly as he could. Was this truly reality? The hybrid hadn't much time to assure himself of either. With an entirely perplexed facial expression contorting his features, Celmaru strolled along beyond his haphazard "confines". Albeit, the hybrid abruptly dissipated into thin air!
Time hardly passed as the hybrid's fist lodged itself within the douche-canoe's abdomen. A brief reach towards the creature's satchel of oddities transpired no less than a second afterwards. The slap-dash return of the bag preceded the hybrid's visage vanishing once more; returning among the local flora. There: the one good deed for the day, right? It wasn't as if that there was any pity to spare for the initial victim, however. The Ki signature radiating from the child's frame was potent enough to handle it; it doubled over on the dastard, in fact! What was with him? Nevertheless, Celmaru called to the pseudo-Zoan.
"Speaking with strangers never works out. Stay out of suspicious business, too. You'll get killed at that rate."
Nothing like honest truth in an attempt to crudely scare some shit out of someone. Granted, there was little reason as to why Celmaru should have spoken of that. This wasn't his issue; nor one of importance. The hybrid has to sleep more; or so the hybrid deduced. Sleep deprivation was to be the death of him someday, surely. Arms folded upon the finalization of such thoughts. A minuscule pit formulated within Celmaru's stomach. Was this regret? Anxiety? Ugh.
As the little creature saw the blow from the person, he would slowly have his mouth open in amazement, his body having returned to the humanoid posture as he would bring himself a few steps forwards, cuts visible all over his own body, especially so with the fur having vanished into the thin remains of the air as the wind seemingly blew away the little dirt that was on his skin. A soft caressing wind that came upon the mark of a beginning, that came to greet new friends into a world of unimagineable wonder as he would then gaze towards the man that was melting at a mere moment on the ground.
"I do not think that this is a good sign."
The creature would speak before then bringing forwards a light cough, his face going from a complex emotion to a simpler one as he would take out a small flyer with a smile on his face.
"You see, uhh... The name is Silver!" He would proclaim, his face a small bundle of joy while his eyes showed that he had a few years under his belt, expierience that didn't belong to such a small frame in the least as he would then bring his eyes to the ground, shifting them to the paper and then to the person as he reached it out.
"I was invited to this tournament! They said they knew where i was living and that the prize was this mythical weapon that could easily cut through the darkness and reveal your true potential!" As he would take a small broom from thin air as he used the rounded tip to draw into the sand with both his hands awkwardly as it looked like a shitty rectangle.
"Although the moment that i entered this competition, i have only gotten this bracelet that seemed to be able to track where i went at all times..." Yet when the kid stood around, explaining all this, it didn't take long for a crow to strike the kid who would toss his second bracelet for if the first one broke to fly onto the hybrid his wrist...
It seems that you would have to do more than one favour today...
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 10, 2019 4:43:15 GMT
Celmaru was immediately skeptical regarding this "Silver" and their suspicious flyer. The hybrid briefly sidled against the nearest tree, haphazardly peering along what the child was displaying. A tournament? Okay? And? The hybrid exerted an expression that left little to the imagination; there was little interest. While the slip that Silver possessed was oddly sufficient to be believed, a "mythical weapon" able to "cut through the darkness" and "reveal your true potential" was beyond far-fetched.
The hybrid pondered briefly over how inane that seemed. Such a reality didn't exist; nor was it meant to be. Aliens, advanced technology, and manifestation of one's inner strength was what this one was. While ludicrous to consider seriously, this was the universe the hybrid retained his being within. Magical super-weapons and deadly blades was likely never to be on his radar. Right? ...Celmaru was never one to handle children well.
Either way, this strangely competent child definitely had an... active imagination. To create all of this and explain with such confidence -- not to mention with a straight face, probably -- there was surely a steady future ahead of him. Something like that; something that Celmaru gave up on years ago. And so, the hybrid made himself sad. As much of a crying shame that is, however, a fine dastard of a crow latched a bracelet similar to Silver's upon the hybrid's wrist. The hybrid took this poorly.
As if on cue, the bracelet -- or perhaps the bangle -- erupted in a contained brilliance; a supernatural reaction of sorts. Attempting to wriggle himself free, albeit in vain, the hybrid brandished his accessorized arm into another nearby tree! Splinters promptly flew in numerous directions, with Celmaru grunting and gasping for his wrist's freedom. Evidently, the hybrid was caught by surprise; quite the nasty one, as well. Was he to be marked for participation as well? There was no consent in this! None!
"Always the god-damned crows! Son of --! Agh!"
Another swipe at a tree. Obvious indentations and hazardous splinters were visible all along the tree's diameter. Today was veering in for a crash course in "Not Celmaru's Day", the ultimate finale “Fuck It, I Don’t Even Know”-quel. Of all times, in front of a child!
As the kid looked at Crazy maniac who asked him about what to do next, he would take out a small list of a few collection of names as the paper looked a bit thick, as he slowly had the paper unfurl in his hands before it would hit the ground, starting to roll away from him towards the humanoid called "Mr Meanie Pants" in the mind of Silver as he would nod a few times with content. Knowing full well that he couldn't just give him a half baked answer as he took out a small pair of reading glasses to read the miniscule fine print as he would cough a few times.
"So it seems that the first few people according to this magic paper."
As he turned the paper towards the hybrid to let him see that four names had lit up.
"Mark, Jack, RT and PewPew. These are vicious internet pirates who have obtained the power from some kind of strange energy that channels from within their beings." But as he continued to explain about the ins and outs of their power, a small collection of black figures moved from the destroyed tree that the bracelet tanked better than a Rhino in a space battle with clone troopers. The small figures seemingly screeching towards the hybrid before a flock of twenty of the fuckers tried to peck his eyes out, attempting to try and take whatever they could before flying off into the skies after a single moment of abuse, knowing full well that they needed that relief in their life.
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 10, 2019 19:10:49 GMT
The hybrid waggled his ensnared palm several times more as Silver investigated a lengthy parchment. Embarrassing, to say the least. Celmaru briefly set himself aside, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he leaned away from the child. The last few minutes have been unsightly. In the meantime: apparently, Silver required a pair of reading spectacles. What a spectacle. The hybrid's arms folded once again.
Rest for the angsty Celmaru did not receive. As the child listed a minuscule batch of names, a vile, blackening mass screeched towards the hybrid! More of those damnable crows, the hybrid bet. Without a moment to waste, Celmaru attempted to retaliate against the flock; yet the time to peek at a glowing scrap of nonsense was absent. If Silver were to reclaim the moment to display the notice, the hybrid would likely take note of it after a momentary, albeit severe pecking. Damn crows; it was if they were cursed to turn into birds or something!
"...I only long for the day I can wake with a reason to be alive."
"Those... 'individuals' also seem like oblivious showboats, as well."
The hybrid stood "steadfast"; albeit, it was likely from the spontaneously irrational hatred of crows. That, of many other spontaneous emotions, would surely disappear by the next morn. The bastards. Nevertheless, Celmaru still discern as to why this situation was to befall him. Another laugh for the road, eh Life? Another plight to railroad the hybrid to a cheapened death?! Then again, Celmaru wondered succinctly, that it may matter little in the end. It'd be simpler once he's gone, correct?
As the kid whipped through a list of many names, he would read a few out before he noticed one small crow starting to make way towards the man, with one leg hurt, it slowly made a noise towards the person before trying to slowly rub its head against Celmaru. Awkwardly screeching a little, the vocal cords not working correctly as it soon became obvious somebody played with it, as a four headed creature with six arms was resting in the tree, covered with small bird corpses, from penguin to eagles, he had all of their corpses tied to his skin with four names in total, one on every head...
"So we have Empy, Kanaki, Kerio, Chloe, Zoe, Phoe, Mario, Riananana..." He would read out before then noticing the small creature his mouth closing a bit before then saying "Should we heal the little guy?"
Oblivious to the guy with the six arms, each carrying a formideable blade in the many hands that made you think of a slab of metal instead of a blade itself as he would smile contently, slowly pulling a small paper from his pocket similiar to the kid that was holding his out in public before tapping two names... Why was he looking so closely?
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 11, 2019 21:45:44 GMT
Yet another damnable crow approached the hybrid. The hybrid twitched violently as it attempted to press itself against his calf. Celmaru was evidently rustled, albeit his calf muscle was to be returned to its original position eventually. Alright then. Another pit punctured its way into the hybrid's stomach; why was this a moment of conflict? Celmaru froze for several moments, wrestling with thoughts of punting the crow and slipping it to Silver. Grgh -- this isn't normal! A faint mist began to billow from the hybrid's skull; it was as if he was overheating.
The continuation of names did none to assist. The name "Empy", for one, was entirely suspicious; it was much too quaint. The hybrid feebly slid the crow Silver's way. They're more equipped to handle crippled birds to begin with, surely. Celmaru grasped at his scalp hastily, briefly gesturing to deal with the crow beforehand whilst guiding his palms upward. That meager attempt at compassion wasn't like him. The hybrid was just some wasteful, demonic death-child! Celmaru concluded that he was, indeed, possessed to the highest degree.
"You handle it. Heal it. Something."
Another Ki signature appeared. Another attack rocketed its way without a second thought. It was truly a relief that it was -- surely -- still ever so simple. A haphazardly aimed Ki blast was shot in the direction of the multi-armed stranger. Then another. Several more. An entire volley was sent to barrage the intrusive individual. The hybrid glanced towards Silver shortly afterwards.
"This is all I'm good for: fighting like some brute."
As Silver was busy healing the little critter, making sure to have all of the woes be handled nicely, he would notice the bird instantly getting off with the wings to clatter towards Celmaru who had turned away from the sword fighter, who had turned his body towards the little guy and distracted his attention as Silver then soon afterwards pointed his hand.
If celmaru did what any person would do, which is dodge the crow, he would notice that the crow and himself had barely escaped a rather vicious slash from one of the six arms as the little vulpine creature then realized what was going on from the assistance. Raising a cane rather gallantly as he fired a small projectile of energy from his staff towards the figure that had approuched at a mere instant, his blades lit up with the energy from the ki blasts as his face showed a multitude of smiles, he was there to slaughter, he was there to make certain that nobody would escape alive...
And this time, Celmaru may have to face the worst of enemies and that is discussing plans mid combat with a small critter of the vulpine zoan nature and discussing plans with the crows who had tormented him for so long.
"Celmaru, What is your plan!" Silver would even ask, his eyes showing hope as he would throw his staff towards the enemy in the hopes of buying him some more time, the large wooden object soon slashed in two as he would try to go for a horizontal slash towards celmaru before hopping forwards with two other arms holding blades extended towards him for a shish-ka-bab special!
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 12, 2019 5:36:20 GMT
Evidently, mere Ki blasts hadn't done the trick. The hybrid swiftly lurched forwards, promptly flipping himself along as he pushed off the ground with his bare palms. The barbarous intruder had swung for the immediate duo; baring himself -- supposedly -- for retaliation. The hybrid lobbed another Ki blast it's way as he reaffirmed his footing. Silver had begun to conduct their own engagement, as well. Battle had commenced.
"I hate this. This is exactly what made me seem to be such a violent neanderthal! I bet you have something to do about this, too!"
The hybrid growled to himself; promptly launching himself towards the sextuplet of arms. The smirk of a madman feebly attempted to dissuade him from approaching. No thanks. Celmaru suddenly swerved to his left, deftly -- albeit narrowly -- averting the slash of a butchering lunatic. The hybrid's shirt tore at the pectorals from such a reckless aversion. Reaching over the nearby blades, the hybrid's palms obnoxiously clapped together; mere inches before the stranger's facial features! Repetition followed. Each clap was seemingly sourced from varying directions, visions of Celmaru appearing beyond the true visage's frame.
"And I DESPISE THAT IT ALWAYS GETS MY HEART POUNDING!"
The "Shish Kebab Special" was attempted to be interrupted; yet only in an impromptu fashion. The hybrid's previously reaching arm -- meant to clap -- catapulted itself to its right in the endeavor to impede on his forward thrust. The hybrid's palm made strides in engaging the slash-ring-slasher's wrist. Regardless of whether or not he were to fail, however, Celmaru leaned into the blade before him; unleashing yet another excessive volley of blast straight into the dastard's features! With any such fortune, a few would stray away into its mouth, perhaps? However, this scuffle would march onward regardless.
Celmaru would seemingly attempt to disengage; breaking away from the asinine weapons with a forceful shove. At this point, the combo shan't end. The visage of the hybrid would still, perhaps awaiting confirmation of his strikes, perhaps not -- indubitably not. It wasn't to matter if the hybrid was struck; his features would briskly dissipate!
A pair of arms began to attempt to slip below a bastard's six.
As the slap against the metal would force the blade to edge to the side, power becoming irrelevant as everything was starting to grow more and more chaotic, the first slap against the solid metal, a material capable of taking a blow at your strength without bending nearly instantly would splash awkwardly. Droplets of rain becoming apparant having fallen in the surrounding area as time seemed to have slowed down, the senses of everybody involved rising by the tension and adrenaline that was pumping into their bodies. A flurry of blasts that soon turned what was a sunny day turned night storm into a brilliant flash as they were coloured in the semblance of panic, rage and determination and beautifull combination. Yet at the same time a dangerous combination as the grass underneath their feet was slowly being scorched away before the final blast connected, a shockwave expanding outwards as trees shattered in the near vacinity with their fragments rising up and descending down on the ground.
Silver himself placing both his hands on the ground as his own tool was destroyed, turning into a mixture between man and beast before his small fox posture jumped between the legs of the backing off hybrid, his eyes having turned fully beastial as he was reading the hybrid his moves. His brain was processing the martial moves, the disengage, the palm strike, they all seemed to slowly click as he would take advantage of the rush to take a solid step closer, getting into even closer range, getting even further into the reach of this enemy that would outpower him, hiding within the smoke before he would point his blade outwards of the smoke to the bottom right, a slash where Celmaru once was cutting the remains of the energy, the cloud of smoke away in the blink of an eye as he would have his eyes bloodshot, every single pair gazing towards the fucker who had tried to intimidate him with such a direct approuch as he would attempt to take a dash forwards before his mouth would open up a little, a small creature at his feet having grasped and now making his way up before kicking two blades towards Celmaru from the man his arsenal before grasping a third one with his mouth as he hopped away.
The momentum had changed, Celmaru now equipped with the option to easily catch or pull two blades out of the ground had his own little fellow who had his mouth filled with a blood soaked cloth wrapped around the hilt of a blade, the weapons themselves were not of bad quality albeit they needed repairs if they were to be kept afterwards. Yet Silver his eyes as he gazed towards his right to the hybrid spoke that he was planning to take advantage of the scenario and push on for another attack. But he couldn't do this without the assistance of the saiyan as the man held his three blades much tighter, his posture slowly closing up as he was going to give them less and less of a chance at this point.
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 14, 2019 18:02:38 GMT
The hybrid suddenly retracted his attempt at a grapple. Perhaps that'd be too ambitious. The hybrid's visage vanished, spontaneously reappearing within several paces of Silver. Smoke had arisen between both the child and the stranger; the latter of the two brandishing one of their blades to assert themselves, surely. Regardless, while the hybrid briefly assured himself that he was bound to be assaulted: little occurred. In fact, a moment was fated to present itself!
While convenient, it was far from ideal. However, Celmaru wasn't much of one to be deterred; not at this moment. Within the blazes of a scuffle, hesitation was fatal -- or so the hybrid believed. It was by then that the hybrid took notice of the downpour that had begun. Huh. A pair of blades sunk somewhat into the nearby soil. Ah, how convenient! Whilst the raving lunatic was distracted with Silver's obstructions and diversions, Celmaru shot forward to engage. Streaks of wind traced past the hybrid, perhaps dramatically so, as he approached.
The possibility of such streaks being more than velocity and air never crossed the hybrid. Grasping the pair of blades, there was a lunge -- a thrust --! An attempt to drive one of the blades entirely throughout a lower right portion of the dastard's abdominal area. Somewhere about the gall bladder was sufficient enough; nothing lethal or crucial. Within the same moment: another machete would endeavor to plant itself within the same bastard's mid-thigh region.
Without releasing a minuscule modicum of grip upon the stolen weapons, or whether or not the hybrid struck the correct area, Celmaru tugged. Tugged, and tugged, and tugged; to the extent of twisting the damnable blades upwards of one hundred and eighty degrees! This ride wasn't over yet, however. A moment's notice wasn't the luxury this stranger was permitted. Albeit without the hybrid immediate intervention, the machetes erupted in a stifled, yet surely-blinding Ki! If the weapons were firmly implanted within flesh, this brilliance would appear akin to a meager Ki blast in brightness.
What was this sensation? Fooey, this wasn't the time to assess that. As if for the grandiose finale, Celmaru tugged upon the upper blade for yet another swift strike. Another jerk, another attempted slash. With any fortune, the hybrid would have successfully attempted to slice a jagged line straight from the gall bladder to the lowest armpit. Still with any such fortune, at least, this kerfuffle would conclude.
As the slash upwards eradicated the beast with a brilliant flash of energy, everything starting to become equal to a volcano eruption of edge, annoyance, along with the power of a small penguin shaped smoke cloud that started to rise up powerfully as the creature called Silver stood there with shock in his eyes.
"I was not expecting this." Silver proclaimed, his tail slowly brushing against the ground as his eyes blinked a few times, the energy still travelling upwards as a ninja like beast the size of a small building was floating high above with weapons equipped on the entire body of the creature before a brilliant light eradicated it. The silent shout from high, high above and out of our reach being something similiar to 'I was just two hours from retirement!' before collapsing in a burning ball of fire behind the Hybrid.
As the weapons that were laying on the ground had their moment, the one that was held by Celmaru seemed to channel the energy rather well, the rust and damage starting to slowly fall off as runes became visible on it, Silver raising an eye as he noticed that there was a few things that he could talk about. Yet at this point, the weapon was what drew his attention the most.
"Yeah, uhh... I think the weapon is calling out to you, something akin to the lines of..." As he shuffled his body closer, making his way towards the blade while reading the runes that were lit up by the contact of the saiyan, as he pondered softly...
"It seems that if the wielder is chosen, the blade lights up and it will become a brilliant weapon capable of bringing forwards the heart desires, you just have to say 'i do' towards the blade when you hold it up to the sky...?" He explained before then placing his own paw on the weapon as it stopped reacting before taking it off and it started shining again.
This repeated for quite a bit as he placed his paw on it, causing it to dim instantly and took it off as it got bright again untill one of the flashes caused his eyes to go blind and he would be forced to roll on his back with agonizing pain, his little paws trying to rub his eyes before doing a silent heck as his entire body curled up.
"THE SHINING SHARP STICK IS EVIL, IT JUST FLASHED ME, WHY DID I SEE BEES EATING BEES." He would speak in a loud tone before shuffling about, his entire body starting to tremble before then fixing itself upon the effect wearing off. The fight was done, they were still wearing the bracelets, but at this point... They were all in an awkward situation with an apparently legendary sword in the hands of this Hybrid that had some issues on his own. "Yes, But would he do the thing to make this weapon even more awesome or would be chicken out?" Silver spoke, narrating the entire thing.
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 14, 2019 20:18:27 GMT
Thank heavens that was that. The hybrid would often prefer... "stronger" language, albeit today was strange enough already. The moment of gruesome stabbing had passed, allowing the multi-limbed, presumed murderer to pass swiftly. Perhaps not silently, albeit their blazing carcass was all well and good enough. On that note, however, Celmaru collapsed onto one knee. A strenuous exercise such as that wasn't what the hybrid had become accustomed to in recent years.
Celmaru audibly sighed. Another point for the "Demon Child" board, as well. Of course. Nonetheless, it took Silver's interruption for the hybrid to take note of the weapon he still held. Didn't he leave this to crumble with the stranger? Apparently not. Regardless, the wear and tear dissipated, revealing a maintained -- albeit ornately engraved -- blade of grandeur. What game was this child playing?
Briefly inspecting the blade prior to Silver's intrusion led Celmaru to believe this was a setup. Was someone spectating this? Were there concealed cameras? Did he get "crank'd"? No one would just allow this to in the hybrid's possession, surely. Humiliation was on its way. Celmaru knew it down to his very cells. Leveling the machete for Silver to further investigate, the hybrid arose to stand upright. A few seconds of rest does wonders when you're paranoid.
The adrenaline began to dissipate. Fatigue set in. The hybrid cursed his meager stamina, albeit it was an issue of more rest being required. Oh well. For now, however, the child had suggested to utter "I do" whilst raising the blade. Whilst simultaneously attempting to ignore the paws, the hybrid considered that notion ludicrous. What Saturday morning cartoon was this? Celmaru scoffed at the thought.
"I'm not too fond of your games, Silver. Did you ever realize how much danger you were in just moments ago? And at that, I refuse to say "I do" while -- while holding this --"
The hybrid gestured to the obviously stolen weapon, raising it skyward as if to showcase it. Unfortunately, that appeared satisfactory for whatever bewitching force enthralled the blade. By some miraculous, spontaneous power of magic, an intense power erupted from within the blade! A ray of eminence rocketed into the sky with an intensity empowered to the degree of insanity! The hybrid reeled from this impact, haphazardly succeeding in still grasping the hilt; albeit by a pair of fingers.
The machete remained still within the air, refusing to comply with Celmaru's movements any longer. The runes upon the blade's form blasted the duo with a source of energy beyond what the hybrid could recognize. What was this?! However, a relatively short distance away, an eccentrically-designed starcraft was shot clean through by the brilliance in question. A dinosaur-esque figure trembled from the shock, alarms blaring and machinery whirring. A rippling shock wave rocked the systems down to their wiring. Something became a much more major player here. However, there wasn't a soul to bother this phenomenon.
Deep within, meanwhile, a lone fridge rattled. In time, its lower door clunked open, spilling foodstuffs and drinks alike in varying intervals. The frigid, steely floors of this spaceship became stained with all kinds of both alien and Earthling material. A pity for the janitor.
While not a soul stirred upon the invaded craft, a mysterious spirit wandered frantically. It wished for freedom. It yearned for a body. Something corporeal, something tangible, a form that was permitted to escape another side. Interference with nearby machinery, albeit alarming, were unprecedented; the spirit was passing beyond walls. For a moment; a distant, thunderous roar echoed into the streets. The hybrid's brow furrowed, a brief blinking gone twitchy. "W-What was --"
Another, bellowing... croak? The spacecraft returned to its ultimately dormant state. Celmaru was baffled. Did he allow that kaiju-esque ship to come to life? Was that it? It was another point for the "Demon Child" pile, wasn't it? A lump procured itself within the hybrid's throat; not another one so soon. For one thing, jail was the last place the hybrid ever hoped to visit. A wave of depressive emotions hit him; he'd belong there though. Brows rose without question. The brief, stifling emotions that Celmaru experienced evened out his current state, albeit with more of a saddening edge about it. Regardless, this couldn't end well.
The spirit continued, ever frantic and desperate for a life. It wasn't much longer -- no more than a few moments -- until the spoiling contents of the refrigerator came into sight. Chicken breasts: too firm. Ice cream: too susceptible to heat. Oranges: too round. Eggplant: too phallic. Seaweed? It rots too evidently, too swiftly. It'd have to do. Flexibility and ease of use is essential. Methods to circumvent these issues would come later.
Ki began to manifest within a bundle of the sea's own natura. Celmaru took immediate notice. What was that?! As if on cue, the eccentric ship discharged a similar, blinding energy. It threatened to collapse its entire structure on its own! The hybrid's brows furrowed with greater discomfort. The hybrid's palms followed; curling into fists. What has he done this time?
In the meantime, the spirit condensed its form. The seaweed clumped together, weaving itself a body, a figure, a face, limbs, personality, a mind, a life. Features chiseled themselves as if they were clay. An appearance being molded from nothing and one's own desires. Eventually: another discharge. The spirit had been melded together by magic and the will to live; by a desire to see one and only one, above all.
Curled up into a pseudo-spherical shape, dainty toes began to unfurl and reach for the floor. Seemingly fragile fingers began to straighten, nails forming along the way. Arms unfolded. Both a bosom and a behind reaffirmed their positions. Lengthy, floating tendrils of "hair" wandered aimlessly beyond their origins. With such movement and readjustment, the spirit had concluded that this method of binding was loose. Yet, it lent itself well to what it hoped to accomplish. As for now, however, it needed a name. A name, yes. Something in Common. Hold. There was already a name it had.
Her name was Phae.
Beyond generations of fools and years of mystery, she arrives. Silver