Post by faceless on Nov 2, 2007 12:29:30 GMT -5
The breeze was gentle as it carressed the land like a lover's hands, the sun warm as it shown with the radience of love from an ice-blue sky. But those without nerves cannot feel the comforting touch of a passing zephyr, nor the warm embrace of the sun's light. Those without a soul care not for the beauty of the sky and the fields. Kamen only had eyes for the man he was watching, who had yet to notice his approach.
Kamen slunk through a small, out of the way village that most payed no bother to. He had come for rumors and other, more tangible information. Not wishing to draw undue attention to himself he had hidden Hiibikotsu in some shrubbery outside of town. Even now he could feel the rang-like weapon's pulls, urging him to kill and destroy. He ignored it.
Now is not the time. That will come later.
He had come to find rumors on jewel shards, but he could gleam nothing in his present form. Thus, he had deamed it was time to find a new face. None of the other's he possessed would do; they were frozen forever in anger, terror, or pain. But this man was happy, was whistling calmly to himself. Kamen discarded his heavy cloak and made his move.
It happened quick. With sudden steps Kamen came up to the man, who still had yet to notice him. He struck the back of the mans head sharply, knocking him unconcious. Before he could recover, he grasped the man's head firmly and gave it a savage twist. Satisfied with the violent crunching sound that emanated from the man's neck, as well as the odd angle his head was tilted at, Kamen set to work.
He dragged the body into an alley so as not to be seen. With the keen edge of his finger he made a smooth cut around the man's face. Each time the light flashed from his glass-like flesh he froze, ready to turn and kill his would-be observer. He peeled away the man's face and pressed the inside to his own blank one. With a barely audible humming sound and a gentle glow, the change began. Kamen's skin took on the supple, tanned appearance of his victim's. Hair sprouted from his roughly carved head. His rough edges smoothed, and in a moment it was complete. Standing over the corpse was the man Kamen had just killed, still smiling.
Kamen experienced the serene happiness of his vistim as he stripped him down and put on his clothes. He grasped his own head and gave it a twist, righting it before he stepped out of the alley. He looked around, still smiling. Ahead of him was a small tomb and a simple house. The tomb belonged to the now dead priestess Kikyo, the house to her sister Kaede. But he wasnt interested in those and endeavored to stay far away from the house. As a priestess, Kaede would be able to sense his true nature, which would lead to a conflict he wanted to avoid. Instead, he headed into the village proper, wandered pointlessly for a time, getting the lay of the land.
Either his new form was a wanderer, or a hermit. No one seemed to recognize him, which was a good thing. It meant there would be few awkward social situations. He walked over to the first person he saw, not bothering to look at their appearance, or even to notice what gender they were.
"Excuse me," he said politely, "I'm looking for rumors and legends on which to base a book I'm writing and I was wondering what you could tell me. You see, I'm from the continent originally and know very little about this area. If you could provide me with any information, especially about gems? Or jewels? That is, after all, what my book is about. 'Mythical Gems and Jewels of the World,' thats the title. I'd gladly buy you a drink or two in exchange for your time."
Kamen was surprised he had been able to think up something like that one the spot, but he never showed it, standing and waiting patiently for a reply.
Kamen slunk through a small, out of the way village that most payed no bother to. He had come for rumors and other, more tangible information. Not wishing to draw undue attention to himself he had hidden Hiibikotsu in some shrubbery outside of town. Even now he could feel the rang-like weapon's pulls, urging him to kill and destroy. He ignored it.
Now is not the time. That will come later.
He had come to find rumors on jewel shards, but he could gleam nothing in his present form. Thus, he had deamed it was time to find a new face. None of the other's he possessed would do; they were frozen forever in anger, terror, or pain. But this man was happy, was whistling calmly to himself. Kamen discarded his heavy cloak and made his move.
It happened quick. With sudden steps Kamen came up to the man, who still had yet to notice him. He struck the back of the mans head sharply, knocking him unconcious. Before he could recover, he grasped the man's head firmly and gave it a savage twist. Satisfied with the violent crunching sound that emanated from the man's neck, as well as the odd angle his head was tilted at, Kamen set to work.
He dragged the body into an alley so as not to be seen. With the keen edge of his finger he made a smooth cut around the man's face. Each time the light flashed from his glass-like flesh he froze, ready to turn and kill his would-be observer. He peeled away the man's face and pressed the inside to his own blank one. With a barely audible humming sound and a gentle glow, the change began. Kamen's skin took on the supple, tanned appearance of his victim's. Hair sprouted from his roughly carved head. His rough edges smoothed, and in a moment it was complete. Standing over the corpse was the man Kamen had just killed, still smiling.
Kamen experienced the serene happiness of his vistim as he stripped him down and put on his clothes. He grasped his own head and gave it a twist, righting it before he stepped out of the alley. He looked around, still smiling. Ahead of him was a small tomb and a simple house. The tomb belonged to the now dead priestess Kikyo, the house to her sister Kaede. But he wasnt interested in those and endeavored to stay far away from the house. As a priestess, Kaede would be able to sense his true nature, which would lead to a conflict he wanted to avoid. Instead, he headed into the village proper, wandered pointlessly for a time, getting the lay of the land.
Either his new form was a wanderer, or a hermit. No one seemed to recognize him, which was a good thing. It meant there would be few awkward social situations. He walked over to the first person he saw, not bothering to look at their appearance, or even to notice what gender they were.
"Excuse me," he said politely, "I'm looking for rumors and legends on which to base a book I'm writing and I was wondering what you could tell me. You see, I'm from the continent originally and know very little about this area. If you could provide me with any information, especially about gems? Or jewels? That is, after all, what my book is about. 'Mythical Gems and Jewels of the World,' thats the title. I'd gladly buy you a drink or two in exchange for your time."
Kamen was surprised he had been able to think up something like that one the spot, but he never showed it, standing and waiting patiently for a reply.