07-05-2017, 09:44 PM
Just like that the painted girl was gone. Kuzuru blinked a few times and looked around the room. The blades that lined his arms retracted below the skin. He noticed the bill that Luci had left and picked it up. As he read his mouth grew dry and his stomach tightened. Just what was this girl’s endgame? A thin smile crossed his lips as he crumpled up the bill and tossed it across the room. There was no way in hell he was going to wait until one in the fucking morning to catch his quarry. After all a demon’s gotta sleep you know?
“Well, can’t say I didn’t expect this,” Kuzuru muttered.
The demon sniffed the air and took in the scent of everything around him. Where he had once been able to distinguish a specific odor in a sea of thousands his nose now mingled with every errant scent that crossed its path. Kuzuru grimaced. Renji’s body was still more or less human and despite the demon’s best efforts it seemed intent on staying that way. Well, more or less. He held out his palm and willed an orb of omnilium into existence. Kuzuru closed his eyes and brought the multicolored orb to his face. He exhaled until his lungs were empty. In one long breath the demon inhaled, filling his lungs with the rainbow-colored material. For the better part of several minutes Kuzuru stood still, breathing in and out in a slow and methodical rhythm.
Once all was said and done the demon opened his eyes and inhaled one more time. An entire world opened up before him. Scents both strange and familiar assaulted his augmented nostrils. It took a bit of concentration to isolate a singular smell, but it was like riding a bike and after a few minutes of practice Kuzuru’s sniffer was as accurate as a bloodhound’s. He stepped through the den of druggies and found an abandoned tank top on the floor. He picked up the loose garment and took a good whiff of it. The scent of paint and drugs filled his head with a haze, but it also refreshed Luci’s scent in his mind. He grinned and started walking towards the door.
He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at the hideout. A singular blade sprouted from his right forearm and he turned away from the door. For the next few minutes the demon trashed the place. He carved into couches, chairs, and walls alike. He smashed windows and chucked bongs across the room. He even tipped over their refrigerator and smashed open cupboards. Once he was satisfied he stepped towards the door and snapped a picture of the destruction with his phone. He tapped through the Dataverse app and uploaded the picture.
With that done he stepped outside and made his way back to the main street. Even through her Astral jaunt the demon could track Luci’s movement, or the vague pattern of her movement. His nose wasn’t one-hundred percent accurate, but it let him know she was still in the city. She had moved a considerable distance in only a half-hour and Kuzuru began to second guess his own abilities. However there was nothing to be done for it, and as a brightly colored toucan once said, “follow your nose, wherever it goes,” Kuzuru had no choice but to trust his bloodhound-esque tracking.
Once again he held out his hand and called upon that miracle substance omnilium. This time he called something physical into existence. After several minutes, and a few sideways glances from strangers Kuzuru’s desires took a physical shape. It was nothing fancy, just a simple motorcycle with a helmet to match. As much as he would have loved to craft something more elaborate and badass he had already spent a lot of daylight mucking about inside a druggy’s house. He threw on his helmet and mounted the bike. It roared to life and just like that he was down the road following the trail of a painted girl.
“Well, can’t say I didn’t expect this,” Kuzuru muttered.
The demon sniffed the air and took in the scent of everything around him. Where he had once been able to distinguish a specific odor in a sea of thousands his nose now mingled with every errant scent that crossed its path. Kuzuru grimaced. Renji’s body was still more or less human and despite the demon’s best efforts it seemed intent on staying that way. Well, more or less. He held out his palm and willed an orb of omnilium into existence. Kuzuru closed his eyes and brought the multicolored orb to his face. He exhaled until his lungs were empty. In one long breath the demon inhaled, filling his lungs with the rainbow-colored material. For the better part of several minutes Kuzuru stood still, breathing in and out in a slow and methodical rhythm.
Once all was said and done the demon opened his eyes and inhaled one more time. An entire world opened up before him. Scents both strange and familiar assaulted his augmented nostrils. It took a bit of concentration to isolate a singular smell, but it was like riding a bike and after a few minutes of practice Kuzuru’s sniffer was as accurate as a bloodhound’s. He stepped through the den of druggies and found an abandoned tank top on the floor. He picked up the loose garment and took a good whiff of it. The scent of paint and drugs filled his head with a haze, but it also refreshed Luci’s scent in his mind. He grinned and started walking towards the door.
He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at the hideout. A singular blade sprouted from his right forearm and he turned away from the door. For the next few minutes the demon trashed the place. He carved into couches, chairs, and walls alike. He smashed windows and chucked bongs across the room. He even tipped over their refrigerator and smashed open cupboards. Once he was satisfied he stepped towards the door and snapped a picture of the destruction with his phone. He tapped through the Dataverse app and uploaded the picture.
With that done he stepped outside and made his way back to the main street. Even through her Astral jaunt the demon could track Luci’s movement, or the vague pattern of her movement. His nose wasn’t one-hundred percent accurate, but it let him know she was still in the city. She had moved a considerable distance in only a half-hour and Kuzuru began to second guess his own abilities. However there was nothing to be done for it, and as a brightly colored toucan once said, “follow your nose, wherever it goes,” Kuzuru had no choice but to trust his bloodhound-esque tracking.
Once again he held out his hand and called upon that miracle substance omnilium. This time he called something physical into existence. After several minutes, and a few sideways glances from strangers Kuzuru’s desires took a physical shape. It was nothing fancy, just a simple motorcycle with a helmet to match. As much as he would have loved to craft something more elaborate and badass he had already spent a lot of daylight mucking about inside a druggy’s house. He threw on his helmet and mounted the bike. It roared to life and just like that he was down the road following the trail of a painted girl.
Quote: Summoned a Vita Compass and a motorcycle
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