Alianette

@thee_champion: @thisisgonnahurt:

In the following moments the world fell aside, descending into cataclysmic events as the side effects of monstrous divine forces in play. Physical devastation tore at the world in monstrous droves from the forces that clashed. The earth shattered like glass titanic might and overgrown steps ruptured the soil and as it did the city began to sink. Towers fell and buildings shook till they collapsed a side effect of might that looked to claim the lives of all things living in the city. In retort the new God who was familiar to Ali in his unfamiliarity struck back with an equal show of force. The air ionized and burned in the wake of his movements. Every blinding fast action made the sound barrier scream in protest. But when the new God looked toward the martial arts prodigy all he would see was a ghost. A jade apparition for Alianette was dead.

Knowing the powers in play and the little time she had to react Ali chose to switch her spirit with her physical self. As the horrific attacks came and went Alianette went entirely unharmed. Despite the moves that should have grinded bones to powder and heat that should of melted skin she was fine. Yet she was also amongst the dead within the spiritual realm she saw more then just the collision of titans but all the souls of the recently slain. And they came to her, defying their respected Faith's gods or lack of they could tell that one ghost demanded their attention first. They came to her aid and she turned them to the two asailants, seventy percent of the fallen population to the giant the other thirty to the Sith.

What followed was an assault from a legion outside the physical domain. To rip at the soul, the bonding elements of the Force, the chakra, whatever it was that wove the body together beyond the scientific properties. What had been the reward of power of physical dominance Alianette the Reisho Reaper twisted into an instrument of annihilation. In life so many were fragile under the guidance of Alianette however everyone from the war vet to the child had the power of destruction most couldn't comprehend. However the prodigy of life and death was not yet done. She returned to the realm of the living once again, radiant and not a spec of dirt upon her clothing.

A twist of the hand, a simple hand gesture in apearence. From it came an action of elemental control not on the planet but the bodies of those before her. They walked in the physical domain, consisting of matter they were as much elemental configuration as anything else. Oxygen, hydrogen, calcium, iron so many trivial things made up such complex creatures. The child of the Legendary Ishin would seize these mundane components and twist them, pull with a force outside of muscle tone. Seeking to turn organs inside out, to rip flesh and tendon away from its skeletal structure. And to pull the breaking bones apart into their many many seperate parts. The new God could contribute to the human distributed devine punishment as he saw fit, provided anything was left.

That took longer then expected, gona go chill a bit before further posting I think

Years sense Alianette was apart of the active world, apart of more then an esoteric life style. Even in that isolated providence she trained, even as she slept she studied. While many people of countless schools would say that she was a grand master of the various martial arts, she’d forever dub herself a student. Looking to learn more about the chakra of the universe and the fundamental energies it was crafted of. Because of this she never believed in the gods and demons of lore. They were just other things composed of the universe even the most abstract of entities could be examined until understood. However the yin yang prodigy woke from her slumber in the woods of Reisho monastery knowing that a god had come to make its self known, she had to find him. To examine the latest myth daring to claim to be the allfather. She wanted to look to the dad of the sun and moon and ask him why he dared act as great as he thought he was. Her gods were conceptual, the notion of life death and of the soul, she failed to see what should make this individual special. He should educate her or have his face spat upon like the rest.

The tree branches danced as a cold wind fell across the land. Without any knowledge of the chakra flowing through the world one could tell what was coming. Ali however took life and death as things to play with, she knew what was venturing her way. Whoever dared to play the voice from on high had casted his hand over the world. Rising like weeds they came from the dirt covered in rot and soil. There flesh hung from their bones and their muscles quivered straining to function. Though the prodigy rested in the woods away from even the people of her home many were coming to greet her. They had traveled all this way, many hiking such a long way to visit the death dealer. Not one to be rude she got to her feet obsidian eyes looking toward the shambling mass.

Assassins long slain roamed forward brandishing weapons in need of polish and proper care. Old clans ventured toward her wilted hands a glow with fire or rotting bodies having an orbit of the elements. Friends came near her, her departed family that someone dared to try and raise against her. Bowing respectfully toward the legion the Reisho tempest wasted no time seizing the elements to wash over the army of the dead in a torrent of violence. Electricity surged through her veins making her swifter. Control over the earthen elements allowed her body to stay in tact beneath the force of her blows, flesh becoming as durable as diamond behind her mystical gifts. All the while her abilities over life itself kept her stamina high and her body energetic as she danced through the horde. They were slow, sluggish from the aged muscles and wilting bones, and a control over blood let the yin yang artist move corpses if they came close to hitting her. Untouched by the undead her every blow excited the air, bursting like thunder with every impact and setting a portion of the forest ablaze under the daunting force.

At the top of the hill however stood four men who’d sat out all this time on the bout. They looked old and forgotten, masters of a time ages ago. No punch came however, no grandiose attack of any kind. Despite being compelled to rip the prodigy apart they refrained knowing they had something more. To further learn and master her craft the soul taking artist had bound these old legends to her own soul. They had slept with her, had meals with her and bonded on a way beyond physical or emotional ties would allow. Their souls were hers and so when she came close they kneeled. A thick black fluid pooled from their bitten tongues as they chose to bleed rather then confront their student. And respectfully with but a touch of the brow the bodies fell and the souls were united once more with Alianette.

Once the deed was done the Reisho artist moved to find some of the old teleporting ruins. They rested on trees and stones so rarely touched. Obligation to venture the world at large had faded some, now however demanded such an action. She had a god to face, she had come to learn that the world had an event worth her precious time. Using one of the master’s souls Ali would leave a variation of herself upon the hill. This ghost would call out through the astral planes for power and understanding. Looking unknowingly to touch the ominous presence of @thisisgonnahurt:

Meanwhile for reasons beyond what she could understand the stone of which Ali found herself taking brought her to Galveston Texas beside a caped figure @thee_champion: a godly physique but she could tell it was not the one responsible for the present events. She found herself rarely showcasing an element of compassion feeling compelled to hug the deity. An embrace like one might expect from a daughter gifted to a father, though one that came from a stranger. To which the spirited reaper retreated back bowing in apology. "Im sorry but there was a brief moment where I swear I knew you despite obviously not." Familiarities she swear she could detect from someone she knew held no connection. What she had found was what she could only call a paradox, she didn't understand why it was done and yet she did. From this paradox she thought perhaps she might actually be sparing with a god soon, and it angered her. Looking to the quiet city the soul taker could tell this new god was far from an old testament type, the sight of the dead rising bothered him. So to make up for the mistake she'd made and had yet to fully understand she reached out with hand toward the city and more importantly on a plain beyond the physical. "This could take a bit of time, but I'll try and place the dead back in their rightful place. After words we should spit on the shoes of whoever thinks this okay to do."

@valken: (sorry for delay work sapped my momentum a bit past few days)

Signs of life were scarce at the time it would seem, not barren but secluded. It was by the looks of things a time ideal for those looking to train and grow. Matters of the Arcani were being handled elsewhere, this was inconsequential however to the prodigy of martial arts. Rather then search or investigate she sat down animal like eyes closing in serenity as she took a moment to meditate and reach into the enriched past of the nest. Through her spiritual affinity in the next few weeks or so she'd be conjuring up the souls of past masters of the Arcani arts and studying under them.

Amongst her searching however she picked up on the life signs of another. For her it was the pressence of Yin, the metaphysical energy of life itself. Training always made best in colaboration of others the well built Keijio reaper moved to await the arival of whoever was approaching. The cliff side taking on a ladder of rock within it's formation. An alteration of earth and stone second nature to Ali, and nicer in her eyes then simply offering a hand. "Alianette, there an Arcani art your looking to learn as well."

She did her best to be friendly and welcoming though it wasn't something she particularly specialized in either. However she did hope for a training partner and a starting point. Selecting which art and learning on her own was far less enticing.

@cutthroatbitch: @valken:

(Nobody posted >.> so I will <.< even if the idea to post here is dead and even though I find the post only okay)

It was not the fire time Alianette came here, she'd done as a spectral like presence. She came now though in person, hazardous climb had become nothing but a stroll for the environmental Keijijo she'd climbed many mountains, ventured all about Reisho. Synonymous with clandestine factions was peril filled journeys but those adventures were a thing of the past for the prodigy of combat. She'd outgrown the muscle straining climbs of before. She'd outgrown many things.

Upon her death post an abused moment of vulnerability she outgrew her position as a woman of the clan. If a clan could foster Milo what was it worth? She outgrew the need of revenge or redemption, she had the eyes of Milo, she'd taken his greatest strength there was no need to pursue him. Her family failed to look for revenge the burial forgettable she outgrew family. For a time the focus became the concept of death and the enlightenment it came with. But then Ishin brought down the clan, enlightenment after death was a pipe dream. It was a choice and choice alone. There was nothing to hold her down, no clan or family to focus on. Only one journey mattered she had come to realize.

That being the quest of self development, to live for herself to grow for her own empowerment. She was clad in her traditional ware her body lean and entire figure clean. Cold winds of climbing so high mattered not to her. Nor did the dirt and rocks have her permission to hinder her image. The Nest catered to mutants, and her genetics came through for her. She had powers over life and death as a mutation, an affinity that only grew more under training. From the force practitioners of the Covenant to the Keijijo clan but it wasn't enough. She'd further her talents under the Arcani, however wether she'd teach herself, wether she'd learn on her own those were questions with answers still pending.

@percival: well she is one which is what led me to thank of her (Transcendence wasn't a great movie but it did give me fun ideas) but that won't do so I must go brainstorm some new toys >:)

@joey_destroyer_of_worlds: @exemplar: Moved to the sidelines to let you guys do a bit of one on one like you wanted