02-20-2016, 10:22 PM
Ururu snarled as Dante’s body fell in her mind’s eye even as she and Desco retreated. Her ally, someone she had gotten very used to having around was gone. Again. Everything was falling apart, everything. She just wanted a nice quiet life of research, the others and more importantly Hikaru. Then this thing happened. Omni happened. Her sensei happened.
“Fuck this,” Ururu hissed as something snapped in her. She had been playing nice, trying to not hurt anyone, even scaring them off with false threats like that first group they had encountered. In the end it meant nothing. She wasn’t going to hold back any more. This place was filled with savages bent on power and doing everything they could to bring out the worst of humanity.
Like she had intended for Kopaka before they had both been abducted… it was time to teach them a lesson that ever person on the island needed to learn. There was always consequences.
Forcing her fists to unclench, Ururu whipped herself into a frenzy of movement and action. Here in the orchard overhanging the cave that escaped from, there was materials she needed to start the fire.
Ururu didn’t care anymore
Within moments she found reed, wood and fiber. A decade and a half of living in a culture that valued survival of child soldiers gave her the means to start a fire in a handful of minutes. Her frantic actions only stirring a curious look from Desco. She could practically read the girl’s questions, no food and it wasn’t cold. Why the fire?
The answer was simple, shinobi had been using light to communicate at a distance for centuries, but this was a far more simplistic and universal than that. If she could get it hot enough, let off a beacon. In this darkness everyone on the island would be able to see it. Maybe ignite the entire island if the breeze hit it just right. Either way, it would get every ones notice, congregating in one area or another.
Let them see first-hand how their brutality played out.
If they wanted war, they would get one, they would be fighting their very natures. For Ururu she was sick of dealing with the outcome. Let people learn the lessons she had learned years ago.
Humanity and humanois were hopeless. The greatest cosmic joke. It needed the control only a god could enforce if it had any hopes of surviving with a modicum of sanity left. She wasn’t a god now but she would be some day but for now... she could fake it until she made it. And like a dog that couldn’t stop pissing on the furniture it was time she rubbed the world’s collective nose in its mistakes.
With fire burning on the ground, she began to leave her mark in a long line. Three dots, three dashes and three dots.
An SOS of roaring flame to welcome every fucktard, who preyed on the weak or strong; to come down here and start the biggest bloodiest orgy their infantile minds could manage. Maybe then they’d learn the value of the pain they reaped. Of how much damaged it caused the soul.
“Fuck this,” Ururu hissed as something snapped in her. She had been playing nice, trying to not hurt anyone, even scaring them off with false threats like that first group they had encountered. In the end it meant nothing. She wasn’t going to hold back any more. This place was filled with savages bent on power and doing everything they could to bring out the worst of humanity.
Like she had intended for Kopaka before they had both been abducted… it was time to teach them a lesson that ever person on the island needed to learn. There was always consequences.
Forcing her fists to unclench, Ururu whipped herself into a frenzy of movement and action. Here in the orchard overhanging the cave that escaped from, there was materials she needed to start the fire.
Ururu didn’t care anymore
Within moments she found reed, wood and fiber. A decade and a half of living in a culture that valued survival of child soldiers gave her the means to start a fire in a handful of minutes. Her frantic actions only stirring a curious look from Desco. She could practically read the girl’s questions, no food and it wasn’t cold. Why the fire?
The answer was simple, shinobi had been using light to communicate at a distance for centuries, but this was a far more simplistic and universal than that. If she could get it hot enough, let off a beacon. In this darkness everyone on the island would be able to see it. Maybe ignite the entire island if the breeze hit it just right. Either way, it would get every ones notice, congregating in one area or another.
Let them see first-hand how their brutality played out.
If they wanted war, they would get one, they would be fighting their very natures. For Ururu she was sick of dealing with the outcome. Let people learn the lessons she had learned years ago.
Humanity and humanois were hopeless. The greatest cosmic joke. It needed the control only a god could enforce if it had any hopes of surviving with a modicum of sanity left. She wasn’t a god now but she would be some day but for now... she could fake it until she made it. And like a dog that couldn’t stop pissing on the furniture it was time she rubbed the world’s collective nose in its mistakes.
With fire burning on the ground, she began to leave her mark in a long line. Three dots, three dashes and three dots.
An SOS of roaring flame to welcome every fucktard, who preyed on the weak or strong; to come down here and start the biggest bloodiest orgy their infantile minds could manage. Maybe then they’d learn the value of the pain they reaped. Of how much damaged it caused the soul.
Quote:The Final Guardian is at K12, enjoy!