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Post by sammo on Aug 8, 2023 16:41:39 GMT
10:34 PM Josephine County, Oregon
It was a very dark starless night as the sky was painted on by nothing but dark clouds. Niel remained in his car having parked it in a small outcove on the roadside. The gentle hum of the engine and the trickling sound of cold rain falling against his hood were all he hood. Outside of that there was nothing but silence as his car was the only one within miles it seemed. Not even a lonely truck drove by; he had left all that noise behind in the city. A flashlight in hand he showed on a map of the state with various lines in red marker. Circling the forest road nearby he made note of the trek ahead of himself. The woodlands were closed to visitors at present.
“Eleven miles.”
Niel huffed at himself, his brow furrowing causing creases to form on his forehead. Eleven miles to the destination of whatever was waiting for him in those woods. Opening his glove box he pulled out a handgun and stuffed it within his coat. He left the glove box open though and stared at the dream catcher inside of it. The very same that had been on him on that fateful day. There was an odd itch at the back of his head. An urge that told him to take it with. He reached out with his hand and stuffed it in his coat alongside the pistol. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the car seat.
“I got this.”
Rolling the map he placed it within his backpack. Poncho having been put on preemptively he was ready for his trek through the pines. Opening the door he was hit with two things. The chilling autumn weather and the scent of pine needles. Niel allowed himself to bask in the welcoming aspects of the wilderness but was swiftly brought back to reality as the impending doom of having to trek through the darkness once more circled around his mind. His brown eyes centered looking directly at the tree-line, the only illumination now being his industrial flashlight. It was now or nothing. Without thinking it anymore he began his trip.
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Post by exidous on Aug 9, 2023 3:18:30 GMT
So...this was the human land known as...Oregon? With a name like that, he half expected it to be populated by demons and chasms..but this realm was a lot more rural and wooded. Lush...yet peaceful. He could get used to this. It was calm, at least for the most part as the oni walked along the boreal forests. His only distraction was the sound of owls, or the occasional beat of an insects wings. Something had made him travel to this place, and whether or not the demon thought it was important...he could not say.
"...No tresspassing, they said. Hmph..."
How many hours had it been? Takenori wasn't xactly keeping track. He had walked many miles, and traveled to a whole nother continent on his lonesome. He had reasosn to leave for now anyway. Only the most powerful devils or gods could bless him now. Better that...lest he be subjected to their whims. The very thought of it made him shudder, but he would not be going down without a fight. He rested his kanabo gently over his shoulder, taking a deep breath as he delved deeper into the forested area. The beauty of the human's world was a sight to behold, even at this hour.
"Fascinating..."
Not typical of a demon, but his yellow eyes are constantly darting around. He's on edge, but trying not to be. it is a delicate balance. One he is hoping not to break, No one should be here...right? He didn't need more people on his tail, hunters or not. Takenori continued walking, long shadow casted by the moonlight behind him. Whatever this place held, he was sure he was going to find it.
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Post by John Black on Aug 9, 2023 13:01:21 GMT
It was lucky for John that it was already getting dark. Though in the woods there were plenty of shadows for him to make use of anyway. In either case, he could move exceptionally quickly. But with night falling the world was one big shadow for him to stride through. Endless darkness for him to make use of. It was a shame he'd only recently begun to properly learn how to bend the darkness to his will, the first aspect he'd learned was to convert himself and objects into darkness, and then reconvert himself and those objects back into their normal physical selves. In the case of himself, this allowed him an incredibly rapid method of travel, especially during the night. He was like a shark in a dark pool of water, only even faster than that. He didn't know exactly how fast he was going, but the few tests he had made told him he could outpace cars on the highway with relative ease. The speed with which he could travel was extremely useful, both in and out of combat, though the only problem with that was that he could not use it as readily during the daytime. The darker it was, the better. It seems like I am going to a lot of forests lately. I like the outdoors, but I'm getting a little tired of the scent. It gets overwhelming after a while... He mused to himself until his shadow pool came to a sudden pause when he took note of a new scent. Apparently, He still had some ability to smell even while traveling in the pool of darkness but did eventually poke his head out to get a better sense of the direction he needed to go. "That's definately the scent of a demon..." He said to himself before dropping back down and shooting off in the direction of the detected scent. The demon was unlikely to see the shifting pool of darkness, and even less likely to hear it since John was pretty sure that while using Shadow Step he made no real sounds. When he slipped from the darkness again he stood out beside a tall pine tree, seemingly slipping out from nowhere with a gun in his hand pointed directly at Takenori's chest, at least ten feet from where the demon stood. The gun in question was a black Colt 1911. A pretty standard and popular model of handgun which usually fired bullets slightly larger than 9mm. However, the gun itself was upgraded with a couple of enchantments added by the Umbral Witches. "You there, demon. Are you the one causing trouble in the area?" He asked as bluntly as the konabo that the demon was carrying. His voice was a calm monotone, his expression mostly blank, assuming the demon could even make out his face in the darkness of the tree beside him, keeping his form mostly shaded from the moonlight. But he was also wearing a cozy jacket and black leather boots. Aside from the gun in his hand, he didn't appear to be armed. But John wasn't even sure it was a demon causing trouble here. He had been sent here by the Umbral Witches to investigate potentially demonic activity, but that didn't necessarily mean a demon was the culprit. Half demons or even demonic cultists could be the cause for demonic activity to be detected. John had met cultists hoping to summon demons at least once. Crazy fanatics. Regardless there could be any number of reasons for activity to have been detected. At the very least though he intended to give the demon a chance to explain its presence in this place where John happened to have been sent, and perhaps show he wasn't a threat. Though making out some of the demons appearance he'd be left quickly wondering- What is an Oni doing here? Or Ogre? Japanese Ogre? This demon looks like one of those japanese demons from folklore for sure. I would not expect to see one of those here in America, but I guess that they can come from anywhere and be anywhere.
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Post by sammo on Aug 18, 2023 10:52:48 GMT
12:20 AM
Flashlight in hand the man decided to turn to his watch shining a light to it. It had been two hours already and there was still no sign of the main trail. A sigh escaped Niel’s lips as he slumped against a nearby tree. Well the good news was that he wouldn’t be totally lost when the daylight came by as it was now he wasn’t feeling totally confident about traveling in the dark.
“Hm?”
Not too far away he heard some commotion. It sounded like something large. Swiftly he turned off his flashlight so as to not attract attention to his location. Though a beast of the woods would surely have the ability to see in the darkness? No? Holding onto his gun he turned his head toward the noise. His brown eyes although they couldn’t see much below the tree canopy dimly lit only by moon and starlight darted around. His back still to the tree its rough bark scratching against him. Then he heard some rustling around. It was a smaller more nimble creature from the sound of it. Not too far away from himself either. The rustling was then followed by a voice. Two people. One smaller. One larger. One speaks thus far.
"You there, demon. Are you the one causing trouble in the area?"
The voice sounded like that of a younger human male… curious. Nothing particularly intimidating about that. He waited to see if the larger of the two spoke. Though perhaps more comforting was the fact that someone else seemed to be aware of otherworldly creatures. That is if the voice was in fact that of a person and not some sort of hallucination whatever creature that roamed around had conjured up. The question lingered though… if what he heard was to be taken was truth… then was this demon perhaps the cause of the disappearance? He needed to know more. Niel remained silent and kept his ears at the ready.
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Post by exidous on Aug 22, 2023 4:05:14 GMT
By either sheer fate or misfortune, Takenori was not alone. That much he was able to ascertain judging by the sudden appearance of one of the locals. If this was even one of the locals. One of those man made weapons he had seen and had experienced a few bouts with in the past with by some of Japan's most rigid devil hunters. Was this man with them...or was he simply caught in the crossfire of a series of rather unfortunate events. More importantly, he had to wonder how in the realms of this world and below did he sneak up on him so well? He had to hand it to this man...he knew his craft.
"No. I have no intention of harming anyone or anything."
His yellow eyes darted in the direction of the voice, but his posture and demanor remained the same. He grew quiet and rigid, his facial features still appearing neutral and calm. His voice was deep, almost wisened in a sense, but still rather audible to be heard by Jon or Niel since they were close enough. Now it was his turn to inquire. His tone became cautious, yet not entirely hostile.
"Are you the one in charge here..., human? If that is indeed what you are. I have sensed a disturbance...and I have traveled far to find some solitude. I would quite appreciate some of my own right about now. Just who are you? What drew you to me?"
Takenori riased a curious eyebrow, his silvery and long hair flowing over his back and shining in the moonlight. Whatever accent he carried, it was thick. This "Oregon" was full of many strange occurences was it not? Was John of the occult too?
"You have no need to fear me."
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Post by John Black on Aug 22, 2023 13:29:43 GMT
"Hm." John listened quietly as the demon explained himself a bit. It was enough to convince John the demon meant no harm. It helped that the demon had no scent of blood on them, it was probably safe to assume that this demon didn't attack humans, or was very good at maintaining himself between hunts. "I'm half-demon," John said simply as he lowered his gun before moving to slide it back into the shadow of his coat where it vanished. The darkness of his coat was a convenient holster for him. "In charge...?" He really didn't even know what the demon meant by that question. "I'm just here on a devil hunt. Demonic activity was detected by my organization so I was sent to investigate. If you are seeking solitude I suggest you leave this location, as I doubt whatever I find here will be peaceful... And as for how I found you," He hummed catching another scent on the wind, this one wasn't a demon, probably not even a half-demon. But he didn't make any mention of it. "I have a keen nose. Like a bloodhound that is particularly good at sussing out demons such as yourself. Though I can detect more than just demons." He noted lightly. "My name is John." All the while he maintained that flat tone of voice. Or rather, his tone was always flat. It didn't seem like he was making any special effort to maintain it, he just had a naturally muted ability to emote. On the inside he felt plenty, it was easy to recognize the feelings he felt even when he could not express them. And any small expression he made could eventually be interpreted as a massive reaction. "Hah." Like that single short laugh. That was basically like John bursting out laughing when the demon told him he need not fear him. He was amused, tickled even, at the idea. John was pretty confident in his demon-hunting abilities by now. Even if he met a demon who was more powerful than him he now possessed the means to escape just about anything that didn't have some means of catching him. "I know I should not judge a book by its cover, generally, but you are a large demon with a big Kanabo. Even if I don't fear you, I think it would be rather risky not to at least be suspicious and cautious of you. Particularly as you happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." He paused. "But you also don't smell like you have spent a lot of time in this location. So I have at least a few reasons to accept your words." He said before stepping out from behind the tree to make his way deeper into the area. "I don't know what your plan is, but it's probably going to get dangerous here. You should leave while you got the chance." That went for the human too, but he made no special effort to be heard by them. And of course, he was even less worried about the human than the demon he had just met.
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