A rather strange woman with golden eyes and demon horns sits on a bench inside the park. Yet she is not the only one resting there. On her horns are a few birds just chirping away with no care in the world, which cause Zoe to have a rather annoyed look on her face. For a while she attempts to scare the birds away, but they would just return to her. After a while, she begins to ponder if this is in fact an omen from the spirits of the world. "If so, it is a pretty aggravating one." she thought. Even with the rays of the sun hitting directly on her, the coloration of his skin has not alter at all, almost as if the the majority of the sunlight is avoiding her skin as her skin tone appears as if she is a faint shadow. She is wearing what appears to be the captain attire from Bleach, but she has exchange the color white with pink. As she rests on the simple, just beautiful crafty wooden beach, she appears to be overlooking the lake. It is rather rare to be in such a state of tranquility for her. Usually she would be dealing with the angry mob with pitch forks and touches, or even something much more dangerous. Compare her usually life to these birds, and she couldn't help but feel that today is going to be a good one. She starts to smile as she could sense the approaching people coming to her tea party. She isn't one to host events, but today was special. At least that is what her gut feeling is saying to her. So without further delay, she leaps off the bench, and proceeds to walk down a small hill to her little setup. As she moves, the birds begin to fly away from here. Most likely causing her guests to become aware of her presence. As she approaches them, some will probably even notice the lack of movement in her sleeves, indicating to any careful obsessor her missing appendages.
As she gets closer to the small gathering of individuals, she couldn't tell what they where saying to each other, nor could she even see their faces. From her perspective, they are humanoid shape blobs with emotional signals. Each one with their very own unique signal. As she gets closer, the other will feel receive a friendly emotional impulse radiating from their host. Nothing over the top like the gravitas of a main character from a magical girl anime, but more of a feeling one gets when they meet someone new and the person's smile and greeting is good enough to break the awkward tension of meeting a stranger for the first time. Letting them know they are all welcomed to join her today to enjoy the sun, snacks, and tea. She offers everyone a sly smile as well as a small head bow. At least, she did that for almost everybody right away. When she adjust her body to face Eviscerator, her facial expression changes to express utter puzzlement as she picks up the mix feelings of utter joy with bloodlust. She tilts her head slightly to the right as she continues to display a blank look of confusion. She couldn't even imagine what circumstances would cause a person to give off the same psychic wavelength of a playful child and a serial killer at the same time. She slowly walks close to him and begins to turn her head in in a few directions as if she is trying to study him further. Eventually figuring out the cause of his joy, and she shakes her head, while at the same time sending a gentle signal that lets the murdering machine know that he isn't here for the reason that he thinks he is here for.
She then turn her head towards the side as she picks up on Batari. After a few moments of interpreting her behavior, her lips stretch across her face in a grin. It was as if she was playfully asking [Do you not trust someone?] She finishes as her eyes shift back and forth between Batari and a strange man. Her expression reverts back to a normal blank stare as she tries to figure out the flow of the conversation going on around her. Even if it took her time, due to her inability to hear and see, she could still get a sense of the general impression of everyone around her. Especially at the distance, she shouldn't have too much difficulties making sense of their conversation base on people's general psychic output. It wasn't so much as she could read people's thoughts, but more as if she could at least pick up on what the other individuals' words general contend by picking up the general feelings, desires, and aim the sender has dealing the message, as well as the receiver in return. Though, this method of comprehension is not perfect, but it at least can help her communicate with others.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Jul 3, 2016 21:57:34 GMT
Batari blinked when she realized that the armless woman had noticed her. She approached, deciding she had a good lock on the escape routes available to her from here. She raised her hand in greeting to the women there, blatantly avoiding the chained man's gaze. "Hello. I am Batari Yuda." She introduced herself in the simplest terms possible, keeping back just a little further than the usual distance would be for speaking to others. Her gun was in her jacket, well within reach at a moment's notice.
At the picnic table, Aeron and Alisha were looking at all the tasty treats laid out in front of the. With her mouth starting to water Alisha looked at Aeron and asked “Do you it’s alright we grab a couple treats Aeron? I just can’t resist anymore” Aeron looked at her and then at the sweet treats once more. Aeron was also getting hungry just looking at the food and she gave in as well. Aeron sighed “I guess it’s alright, I mean food is not just meant to be looked at.”
Alisha quickly snatched a chocolate chip cookie, and started to munch down it. The soft gooey goodness was practically melting in her mouth, sending a tingle down her spine. Aeron after watching Alisha’s reaction grabbed a chocolate chip cookie as well, biting into the melting chocolate. “Wow…this is fantastic, feels like I’m melting along with the chocolate.” Aeron and Alisha began eating a few more cookies when suddenly they heard footsteps inch closer to them from behind them. The two of them practically turned around at the same and saw that a young woman had also arrived at the party,
“Um…hello” the young woman greeted the duo; Aeron and Alisha had their mouths full of cookies, Alisha even more so. They gulped down their cookies, Alisha attempted to greet the young woman “Hel- *hic*.” Alisha quickly covered her mouth in slight embarrassment, getting the hiccups from eating the cookies too fast. Aeron merely chuckled at her then playfully teased, “Real smooth Alisha.” Aeron clapped her hands against her jeans to get rid of the crumbs on her hands. “Hello there” Aeron said to the young woman who just arrived in her usual confident manner extending her hand for a handshake in the process.
“My name is Aeron, Aeron Vespa, and my friend behind me is Alisha Iverson. That is a cute skirt by the way.” Alisha was holding her breath to stop her hiccups while giving a friendly wave to the newcomer. She then exhaled wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead, and sighed. “Wooo, sorry about that miss,” Alisha started to laugh, in hopes she could play off what just happened, while extended her hand in friendship as well.
Then the winds of the park started to shift, and Aeron could hear the sounds of rustling chains coming closer to their location. Like a crimson flash an ominous figure appeared before the three women, a male with his body laced in chains. Then he spoke to them in a cold manner “Who was I sent to kill?” A line he has probably uttered thousands of times. In utter surprise by his swift arrival Alisha shouted at the mysterious man “WH-WH-WHO ARE YOU!?!” Alisha clenched her fists tightly activating her M-Gene powers to increase her strength.
As Alisha was getting ready to charge Aeron held her hand out signaling for her to stand down; Alisha looked over at Aeron confused by her request “But Ae-“ Aeron quickly cut her off “No!, stay with her I’ll handle this.” Aeron then slowly approached the mysterious figure, he was truly intimidating, but Aeron’s resolve would not be shaken so easily. “Listen, I don’t know who you are, but if you were heading to some S&M convention you are in the wrong neighborhood pal.”
Another woman began creeping towards the group. Aeron still had her guard up upon her approach not sure if she was friend or foe at the moment. As Aeron continued to analyze the situation at hand she could feel a strange pulse course through her body rapidly. Like a hand holding on to shoulder as if things will be OK. Alisha could also feel the pulse and her heart rate that became high because of adrenaline started to slow down. It appears the hostess of the party had finally arrived, and stood in the center of the group.
“Zoe!?…”Aeron thought to herself. Aeron had only heard of her through gossip and social media platforms that claimed to have spotted her. She wasn’t even sure if Zoe was her real name. Alisha cautiously approached Zoe, not entirely sure what to think of her, but a feeling in her gut was telling her it was OK. “Hi I’m Alisha Iverson nice to meet ya” She extended her hand to Zoe, but didn’t realize Zoe hand no arms due to everything that was going on.
Alisha quickly drew back her hand and gave off a nervous laugh “hehehe sorry about that” Aeron also decided to greet herself to everyone. The woman who arrived before Zoe greeted herself as well. Her name was Batari Yuda, and she was still rather cautious. Aeron decided to introduce herself to the others in a cool confidence she always displayed. “Hello my name is Aeron Vespa, CEO of Vespa Visionaries.” She kept her eyes on each of them, and it was difficult to get any kind of reading on Zoe herself. Aeron would be ready if trouble arises, but for now she hoped the peace could last.
Haatelis was only vaguely aware of the 2 women approaching the group, instead he was focused on the silver haired women approaching him. Through the murk that clogged his mind he recognized her as Aeron Vespa; the head of a prominent corporation, and a M-Gene carrier. In that moment Haatelis felt a twinge of respect he knew it couldn't be easy for a carrier to be such a prominent figure in society. In the next few seconds that very image was crushed. "Listen, I don’t know who you are, but if you were heading to some S&M convention you are in the wrong neighborhood pal". As the words left her lips the red haze thickened and birthed ghostly phantoms. The urge to kill her then and there was almost unbearable and he could already imagine her broken body lying in front of him. He whispered only "i'm going to enjoy breaking you"- a stark contrast to the cacophony in his head.
His attention shifted and his eyes fell onto a rather weak looking girl. Visually she was uninteresting but she around her the red haze that clung to his corrupted mind thinned and melted. The demons that stalked his broken mind faded whenever they got close to her. This meek little girl was not the most confusing individual present. A woman with horns strode confidently toward them. The horns were bizarre until you realized that she had no arms. Even though she had no arms Haatelis could still tell she was quite capable of combat.
What on earth had she been invited to? It crossed Charlotte's mind briefly once again that perhaps this invite was an accident; she certainly had no friends currently and she hadn't met anyone she'd connected with when out. Truthfully, Charlotte didn't much like being in public. There were too many people and too many emotions and whenever she made accidental physical contact, it was like an electric shock of raw feeling that always left her woozy; hence her attire that made her feel slightly hot amidst the day.
The two women she'd initially met seemed nice enough and the emotions they gave were of relaxation; the one who hiccuped seemed the more eager and excitable of the two, while the other gave off an aura of slight peace, as if she was always calm and collected. It was certainly nice to feel such a thing and unknowingly, Charlotte allowed herself to bathe in the sensation for just a moment before catching herself just in time. The last thing she wanted to do was literally sap the enjoyment right out of the two women. Because of such, when the one who introduced herself as "Aeron Vespa", a name that seemed vaguely familiar, Charlotte looked hesitantly towards her hand. "Ah...um. It's nice to meet you. My name's Charlotte." She looked from Aeron's hand to her face, then back and forth again before giving a slight nod of acknowledgement instead. It was best to avoid physical contact here at all costs! Though she did seem to blush slightly at the mention of her skirt. It wasn't everyday she got compliments on her appearance, "Ah, thank you!"
Suddenly a new slew of feelings berated her, all different and all alarmingly unkempt. Some people were good at controlling how they felt, these new two did not. The first she felt was something taut, something wary, like prey watching hunter from afar and it left her with a small, lingering feeling of paranoia that made her look around slightly, trying to spot the individual who felt such a way. Her discovery of this was quickly ended when the next feeling hit her, one of strong and immediate distaste to her personally. The feeling of bloodlust and utter chaos within ones feelings caused a sharp sting to her head that left her wincing slightly. Gently, she pressed her index fingers against her temples that throbbed softly, looking just in time to see the carrier of such sensation and she was both surprised, and horrified at what she saw.
He looked like something out of a slasher film, entirely different from the others here at the party and it left her uncomfortable, especially with how happily he'd declared his desire to 'kill'. Normal people weren't like that, were they? At least, she'd never felt like this in public before... The other two that entered the area, one of them being whoever it was felt so wary at the start, weren't enough to get rid of this horrifying entity's feelings. She felt queasy being even near him and she looked towards him, startled and worried as the others came at him head on as if nothing was wrong. What kind of caliber of individuals were they?! "U-Um..."
Zoe could tell that the others are most likely communicating with each other, most likely even offering each other their names, but at last, for her, she will most likely never be able to know that simple information about them. Each person releases a unique mental wavelength for her to distinguish people, which helps her figure out who is who. Though, they would probably wish to know her name. Feeling the world around her, she senses a harmless spot away from the food, but close enough to the others to let them see her next action. With a sudden sensation of a gust of wind around her body, though for psychics, they will probably pick up on what is really happening, is soon followed by a minor explosion of physic energy which carves her name into the soil for the others to see:
She nods her head and points with her horns to the name, and then taps her own chest with her chin as she attempts to point to herself. Sadly, she only knows how to formulate a few words with this method. After she does her best to introduce herself to the others, she turns her attention to Charlotte. Her mind currently emulating a sense of confusion and fear. In an attempt to make her feel better, Zoe walks up to her and smiles as friendly as possible, then proceeds to picks up a tea cup with telekinesis and offers it to her.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Jul 20, 2016 5:40:18 GMT
Batari almost lit up with joy when it looked like the chain guy was going to start a fight. She knew it was the only way to get her blood pumping. But she needed other hobbies. Something besides bloodshed that could bring a smile to her face. And perhaps friends were the way. She sat, still keeping her escape routes in mind for if she brained somebody and had to split.
"There's nobody breaking anybody here. Sit down and drink some fucking tea." She yanked on a chain and grabbed two tea cups, setting one in front of the chained man and gulping the other down in one chug. It hurt for an instant, then was gone. Batari had no need of food or drink, but it was nice to take it once in a while. "So, Zoe, is it? Did you just bring us here because you wanted friends?" She asked with detached curiosity, fighting the urge to put her feet on the table.
Haatelis was taken aback when the woman, Batari, yanked him to the ground. Haatelis could tell that she had seen combat many times. Though Haatelis knew he should be wary of her he was more concerned by the fact that they had all been contacted. Who could have the connections to know all of them? Clearly they all came from different backgrounds and had little in common. Little in common excluding the fact that they were all M-Gene carriers.
Haatelis figured his best chances of getting information would be to ask the mercenary girl. He turned back to Batari and asked "Do you have any idea why we're all here?" He felt most at ease talking to another combat veteran.