The Fuck Is This? [Open][NR]

"What the fuck....?", Ka'lara mumured as she stumbled out of bed.

She stared down at her hands, wiggling her fingers. She then glanced upwards, noticing that the familiar glow she had spent years waking up with was now gone. Ka'lara poked and prodded at herself in random places; arms, legs, stomach. Everything felt normal, and yet nothing felt normal at all.

Ka'lara stumbled towards the bathroom, knocking over a few things in her tiny one-room apartment. Ignoring the sound of thudding sound under her feet that said clearly she had woken up her downstairs neighbor she made it into the bathroom. Knocking over some random make up products and hair care items she stared into the mirror above the sink. She touched her face, poking at herself, and her brows furrowed.

"Alright, Nanalie... the fuck's going on with you?", she asked herself softly. She hadn't felt like this in a very long time - not since the time she was back in the 'ninja world' as she now called it. When she had come into this world she was both strong and fast, but now she was... normal? She had no idea at all why she was back, but as her full body tattoo came into view and burned jet black against her skin she knew she was.

"Jesus Christ... " Could this have something to do with the strange appearance she had heard about on the news? The pictures they had gotten though slightly blurry had looked very much like Konoha.... and the place had appeared over night.

Ka'lara, who had slept in her clothing - a green undershirt with a red plaid shirt buttoned half way up over top, a pair of black capris and black socks with black boots - stumbled out of the bathroom, out of her apartment, out of the apartment building, and into the street...

Boots rapped on the street, carrying the Devil forward. The red trench he always wore swept across the streets, lifting somewhat in the wind. Blue eyes scanned over the aread -- an old habit that was never lost. One could never be too careful, especially in Edge. Shit seemed to happen on the daily here-- especially up at that big tower in the middle of the city. Though he kept his nose out of the business going on up there, he was not blind; there were many supernatural beings in this city. So long as they kept out of his crosshairs, he had no reason to interact with them.

And speaking of interaction, his fucking bank account getting a little low; ever since opening shop up here in Edge, he'd been spending way more money than he'd been bringing in. It seemed that the folks up in the Tower would do any job that came across them; so there wasnt much left for him to do. Even the local police force, as corrupt as they were, had no need for a passing 'bounty' hunter. So, fuck it. He was begining to think coming to Edge and opening Shop was a bad idea. He should have at least scoped out the city for a bit longer before investing. Oh well. He was here now.

With hands shoved into the pockets of his black camo pants, the devil hunter kept it moving down the street. While he was not lost perse, he had no fucking clue where he was going -- simply out for a walk to clear his head. He was tired; the lack of jobs to do was finally getting to him for a change. He'd thought about applying to work at that night club that was nearby, but fuck. He was no bouncer. He had problems with being told what to do, and he took no shit from anyone. A party-goer would be quick to end up with a gun shoved in thier mouth if they crossed him on the wrong night. And speaking of guns, there were two on him, tucked away into the harness beneath his coat. Those beautiful ladies, Ebony & Ivory, his favorites. He wasn't worried about anyone attempting to do him harm- those girls were always loaded, and the belt he wore around around his waist with the bullets attached wasnt for show. There were several different types of ammunition located on the belt, each marked for him to reconise the type when he needed it -- not that he hoped that he would. He just wanted a simple stroll through the streets, but things didnt always work out like that. He was a Son of Sparda, after all...

Ka'lara turned sharply since she was out her door, planning on heading right down the street, and forgetting about the last broken railing rod of the three steps that led up to the apartment buildings door. Her right knee smashed into it and the metal piece easily cut through not only the knee of her capri pants but her skin. Blood began to slowly trickle down her leg. Ka'lara glanced down and a slew of swear words that would make a sailor blush came out of her mouth.

She hobbled off of the step and turned down the darkened back alley way by her house. In a normal mood she would have been more vigilant and would have noticed that there were four 'punks' who gave off the distinct smell of sulfur, a dead give away for lesser demons. As it was she leaned her ass against the building and looked down at her knee, assessing the damage. Even when she had been able to access angelic powers she had no great knack for healing, but now all she could do was watch and wait for it to stop bleeding. It wasn't deep enough to need stitches thought, and she was happy about that: she didn't like needles or the idea of someone 'sewing' her back together again.

"Mother fucker, that burns...", she muttered under her breath.

"Hey there, pretty lady... ", drawled a voice nearby.

Ka'lara's head snapped up and her red colored gaze instantly landed on the male who had spoken: the group of punks had noticed her. She took in each one of their appearance: the leader stood a head taller than everyone else and was dressed in all black with the popular 'emo' bangs and a lot of studded belts, his three buddies were dressed similarly though their hair styles ranged from anywhere between shoulder length to short and spiked. "Fuck off.", Ka'lara responded simply.

"Nice tat you've got... you must like pain. Does it go all over your body? Lemme see...", the leader drawled, ignoring her comment and taking a few steps closer. His buddies followed suit.

"If I were you I'd go fuck off somewhere or I'll make sure you like pain.", Ka'lara growled out, her temper already rising as she felt her full body tattoo heating up.

"If I were you I'd go fuck off somewhere or I'll make sure you like pain."

Oh, this was gonna be good. It was a voice that Anthony hadn't heard in a while, not since that night at the pizza parlor. It had to be that pretty little Demon-Angel hybrid he knew that worked at Zero Sum. Without even slowing his step, the Devil Hunter turned one-eighty and walked back the way he'd come, looking for the source of the voice. As he did, he caugh wind something -- was that blood? Human blood? And why was the scent so mixed with that of that lovely lady? Huh.

And what fuck smelled like rotting eggs-- was that sulphur?

"Well, the freaks do come out at night..."

He chuckled at his own joke, stepping even lighter now. This was promising to be glorious fun; and if this turned out how he wished, he'd enjoy it so much. As he came around, his eyes locked onto the scene; a group of punks that reeked of sulphur standing between him and that pretty young thing from Zero Sum. From the looks of her pants, the girl -- Ka'lara was her name? -- seemed to be bleeding. Had these guys caus-- no. They couldnt have; If they did, they would probably already be dead.

But this chick was supposed to be half-demon and Angel. Why the hell was her blood smelling like a human? Had something happened to her? Mayhaps it was best if he intervened.

"Gentlemen." The Devil Hunter spoke loudly, enough that all present could hear him clearly. "I do believe the lady asked you to leave. I suggest you do as she wishes. Don't yall know? 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'!" Tony laughed, lifting a hand from his pocket to wipe a fake tear away. As he regained his composure, his mirthful expression turned serious, those blue eyes growing ice cold. "No, seriously. Get the fuck out of here."

Annnd cue the bright light.

The full body tattoo that covered Ka'lara's entire body with its intricate seal like design was normally jet black, but as Anthony reached the alley way they were all in and began to get closer and speak it suddenly flared to life and began burning brightly like white hot fire. It caused her body to produce a great deal of heat, almost as if she was on fire, and yet neither she nor her clothing burned. To her it felt like a gentle warmth, nothing dangerous or frightening at all, and something that used to happen when she was around her twin - but which made no sense at this moment in time.

However, the tattoo wouldn't stop there: the seal like design would spread towards the ground and move straight towards Anthony, seeking him out and ignoring all others around. The tattoo, even if he would dodge, would keep coming at him until it touched him and in the same glowing method.

Not wanting to let the strange happenings bother her she kept her red gaze focused not on the tattoo which was acting like it had a mind of its own, but on the four lesser demons that were still far too close and stinky for comfort. "Dunno why my tattoo's doing that... last time it did that was because my twin was nearby. It won't hurt you.", she settled on saying. "I'll explain later...", meaning simply she wasn't about to talk about this crap in front of the four punks.

The leader had taken a step back when her tattoo began to glow, but upon having heard her saying that it wouldn't hurt Anthony his bravery returned. He took another step towards Ka'lara and her body shifted into a fighting stance. "Really bad idea.", Ka'lara warned.

The guy simply laughed in return and kept coming. His three buddies moved behind him but kept some distance, flanking him and throwing glances towards Anthony: it was clear they figured that since they out numbered him he wasn't going to actually do anything. "Now, come on, play nice...", the leader of the little group said as he reached a hand forward as if to touch Ka'lara.

"Touch me and the arm's gone..."

The hand kept coming, and right as it made contact a weapon was drawn, a kunai, which was used to slice straight through the guys flesh: that and a good tug had the entire offending limb off and in Ka'lara's hand - quick as can be. She threw the shriveling flesh at the guy as his friends let out angry curses. The leader clutched the stump of his arm. "GET HER!", he yelled; his face transforming to its black and leather true form as his body shifted to his demon form. His friends began to run towards Ka'lara...

Anthony himself took a a step backwards at the sight of her tattoo's reacting. He'd been almost half tempted to shoot at it until she Ka'lara spoke up and said it wouldnt harm him. The male relaxed somewhat, but those blue eyes kept watch on the scene before him, smirking at at the demons when they look over at him nervously. They obviously didnt like the look of him, but they were focused; there was a chick bleeding! They didnt want to let down thier boss, now did they? And it seemed that thier boss grew a pair when Ka'lara spoke about the tattoo not harming Anthony; did he honestly think Ka'lara meant him?

"Now, come on, play nice...",

"Touch me and the arm's gone..."

"You know you done fucked up, right?!"

He warned them, didnt he? That pretty little thing was nothing to tangle with, from what Anthony remembered. Every rose had it thorns, and Ka'lara had used one of her 'thorns' to literally disarm the lead punk. As Ka'lara threw the punk his arm back, Anthony grinned wider; his suspicions were confirmed. These idiots were a pack of demons, and judging by the smell, low-level fuckers. Hardly worth the effort it took to deal with them, but it seemed that something was off. This chick was supposed to be part angel and demon; why was she bothering with a knife? Did she like to get down and dirty? And there was still that smell of human that seemed to engulf her.

"GET HER!"

Oh, for fucks sake. These dudes had no style, no class. Goddamnit, they were going to die. With the way they were rushing at the bleeding woman, it seemed that they intended to overwhelm her with sheer numbers. Were the fucking stupid or something? Did they not just see thier boss have his hand cut off? Were they hoping for a miracle; that somehow, someway, they would suceed where he had failed?

That was funny. A demon hoping for a miracle. What were the odds!?

Reaching under his coat in a flash the male withdrew Ebony and Ivory, both of those lovely ladies already loaded with normal rounds. Lifting Ivory into the air, the Devil Hunter fired off a shot, those blue eyes waiting patiently for the fuckers to stop what they where doing, and realize that hell was about to rain down upon them. But if they happened to keep on going, he had no qualms about shooting them in the back...

Ebony & Ivory:

"Gentlemen..."

Ka'lara was no stranger to uneven odds against her: she had dealt with similar situations many times over again in the 'other world'. However, dealing with three or four demons, even if they were obviously not the big bad-ass kind, was still not something she wanted to play games with. So, as the group continued to rush her, and just as Anthony fired off his weapon, Ka'lara bent her knees and launched herself into the air using the distraction to time her movement perfectly...

Half of the group stopped to look towards Anthony while the rest continued to rush forward - though Ka'lara was no longer there, something that seemed to take them a second or two to notice. She lifted into the air about ten feet and as she did so her body began to flip until she was completely upside down at the peak of her jump. As she began to come back down towards the earth her body shifted so that she would land feet first while at the same time her body spun so that as she landed behind the four demons she was facing their backs. She landed lightly and gracefully, and twirled the kunai around her pointer finger skillfully.

"So, y'all gonna fuck off now? Or do I have to spill more blood?" The grin on her face would speak easily that she was enjoying this despite the fact that she was still bleeding, and she was: there was nothing more enticing to her than fighting as it was after all in her blood.

"What the fuck are you?"

"Let's get the hell outta here!"

"Holy shit!"

The majority of them answered all at once and began to push and shove at each other in an attempt to obviously get out of the alley. Apparently they had realized that between herself and Anthony they were going to be in a losing battle. Ka'lara would wait until they were no longer in sight before she would prop herself on a box crate nearby and examine her knee more closely. "Son of a bitch, I took a nasty chunk out of that..." Her grin was gone, her brow now furrowed as she simply ripped off a tiny strip of cloth from her under shirt and wrapped it around the bleeding portion of her knee - her hands moving with a sureness that spoke that she had done this numerous times before. To Anthony she would simply say, "So, I'm sure you have some questions... ask away.", as she worked.

Seeing those demons run him and the female, even though they clearly had a numerical advantage only made Anthony shake his head. WAS this honestly the shit that hell was spewing these days? No wonder Sparda turned against them. Mayhaps he felt they were just not worth his time anymore; and given what he just saw.. yea, fuck that.

"So, I'm sure you have some questions... ask away."

"You know me so well." A joke -- he surmised that she knew nothing of him, past perhaps his name. "First off, What the actual fuck was the deal with your tats? I mean, that was a perfect distraction, but it was wasted." As the male talked, he holstered Ebony and Ivory back under his coat, keeping those eyes on Ka'lara as he did. She did say something about the last time that happened, her brother had been nearby. Was he close by again? And if so, did he just plan on letting his sister just hang with demons? "Secondly, why do you smell like a human? Pure human, at that." The male's brow furrowed, an arm lifting and pointing at the wound on the female's leg. "Aren't you an angel, or at least partly? If so, this would have healed by now, would it have not?" She wanted questions, she got em. Depending on how she answered, would depend on if he asked her the next question that he had in mind.In the meantime, the Devil Hunter leaned against the wall of the alley, waiting for Ka'lara to answer.

Ka'lara finished wrapping up her knee, ignoring the stinging sensation that she could feel from the way the cloth she had ripped from her undershirt was rubbing against the open wound. "Lotta questions. Alright, let's see, gonna answer those out of order because that's how I'll make the most sense out of things. Keep an open mind by the way or none of my answers will matter worth shit." Blunt and to the point: that was Ka'lara for you.

"First off, I'm not from this world. I dunno if you've heard of dimensions or dimensional travel, but I'm from another dimension. I'm from a world where there are shinobi, or ninja. We're human, but we have powers and can do some awesome shit. In that world there are different clans and some of these clans have special perks or abilities. That's where my tattoo comes in: it was given to me by my clan. Each member of my clan gets one. I have a twin named Gekido and we were bonded through a mental connection: our tattoo's would react to each other if we got close, especially if we haven't seen each other in a long time. He's not here though, and I have no idea why it reacted like that to you..."

She took a deep breath and then continued on. "Anyway. As far as being a half angel half demon, yeah I was. When I got sucked through the dimensional portal here I ended up being changed for some reason. However, I woke up this morning and felt weird, I realized my halo and shit was gone and started freaking out. That's when I went outside and smashed my knee open - which was right before those demons came along as well as you. I know that one of the old villages I lived in, Konoha, has appeared off in the ocean. It was on the news and I recognized it immediately. So, all I can think of is that that has something to do with it. Now that my old home is here I was able to convert back to how I used to be."

She paused, thinking back to the questions he asked and ensuring she had answered every single one. "Still baffles me though why my tattoo reacted like that to you. Unless.. but no. No, the chances of that....", she trailed off, frowning. Could Anthony be the reincarnation of her brother so to speak? His other version? She knew from working with Demi - after the girl realized who she was - that Spook and Alec Kane were technically two different versions of the same person, so anything was possible... "I mean... the only thing I could think of, and it has happened which is the only reason why I'm saying it, is that you are somehow another version of my twin. I could find out very easily. You'd just simply have to allow my tattoo to actually touch your skin, if nothing happened then I'm wrong... if something does, then I'm right."

Open mind, eh? This was sounding like he'd have to start remembering things for once. He made himself comfy against the wall that he was leaning on as Ka'lara began to speak. She mentioned something about being from another world, and that over there, she was a human, but with strange powers.

Okay, that was something he could undertand. There was plenty of magic out there that people, even normal humans could tap into to make themselves more powerful. He'd seen such with his own eyes. But she also spoke of certain families that had special powers, like hers. Her wicked tatts had been given to her by her family. But more importantly, Ka'lara had a twin by the name of Gekido. Apparently, this guy had a mental connection with his sister, and thier tattoo would react if the other were near each other--...

Oh fuck.

A hand reached up to rub his temple. With the way she was sounding right now, it made Tony think of his own family -- the strange relationship he had with his own twin, Vergil. While he never had a mental connection with Vergil like Ka'lara did with her brother, he always knew when Vergil was close. And given what she was saying, he couldnt help but wonder if there was a third child of Sparda out there he didnt know about..

"Anyway. As far as being a half angel half demon, yeah I was. When I got sucked through the dimensional portal here I ended up being changed for some reason. However, I woke up this morning and felt weird, I realized my halo and shit was gone and started freaking out. That's when I went outside and smashed my knee open - which was right before those demons came along as well as you. I know that one of the old villages I lived in, Konoha, has appeared off in the ocean. It was on the news and I recognized it immediately. So, all I can think of is that that has something to do with it. Now that my old home is here I was able to convert back to how I used to be."

Okay, that made sense. If she was indeed from the other world, then her body adapted and changed when it came over. But now with a piece of her old world now here, perhaps the powers-that-be felt she should become what she once was? Seemed legit.

""Still baffles me though why my tattoo reacted like that to you. Unless.. but no. No, the chances of that.... I mean... the only thing I could think of, and it has happened which is the only reason why I'm saying it, is that you are somehow another version of my twin. I could find out very easily. You'd just simply have to allow my tattoo to actually touch your skin, if nothing happened then I'm wrong... if something does, then I'm right."

The Devil Hunter shrugged his shoulders, rolling back a sleeve on his coat. "Fuck it, lets roll with it. I've got nothing else going on today." He wasn't afraid of the woman; the tattoo had already touched him once and didnt kill him. What harm would it too to test her suspicions? "Ready when you are, lovely."

Ka'lara's response was simple; that bright like emanating from her body once more, and that tattoo coming to life to snake across the ground towards Tony. The half-breed crouched, extending his bared arm towards to the flowing, glowing symbols to allow them to touch him. And the moment they did, his universe ended. His mind was cracked open like a watermellon, allowing memories to pour in; scattered memories that seemed like dreams. He watched the world through another's eyes, taking in expiriences, emotions and sensations, learning so much in the span of a few seconds. Through those eyes, he could see Ka'la-- Nanalie, alongside him. He looked at her, and knew her life's story. He was there. He witnessed them all -- the pain of her first heartbreak, the joy of being promoted to Chuunin.

As the Devil hunter took in those mental images, something else was happening. As if called to from beneath his skin by hers, a set of tattoo's began to outline themselves on Tony's body. They were very faint at first, but as he held the connection to Nanalie, they began to darken, growing more pronounced.

For several long seconds, the connection between them was held, and Devil Hunter grew ...'aware' of something. He could feel something, someone in his head. And when the connection finally snapped, he fell over, breathing heavily with a smile on his face. "Holy shit, Nanalie. That was a rush! First time doing something like that."

She watched as once more her tattoo glowed bright white and raced across the ground and towards Anothony. When he leaned down and touched the tattoo she could feel it reacting to him, recognizing him. Yes, this was indeed her brother Gekido, or at least another version of him. She felt the mental connection that herself and her twin had always shared snapping into place between herself and Anthony. As this mental connection re-opened she was able to witness everything that he was suddenly 'remembering' from Gekido, including the fact that her real name was Nanalie. She had never bothered giving anyone her real name - Demi only knew it because she had recognized her. She had felt that as a 'new' person she deserved a new name... only now, well, she really was back to being Nanalie instead of Ka'lara.

As she saw Anthony's smile as it all ended and her tattoo returned to normal she couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, I can imagine. I can feel you now in my head. That's the bond I spoke of. Telepathy and an emotional connection." She scratched her head a bit, wondering if now that Gekido and Anthony were one in the same if their thoughts would be similar.

She had missed her brother through all of the years she had been in this world, and could hardly believe that she had actually got him back - at least in a manner of speaking. It made her want to reach out as she so often used to and give a mental variant of a hug to her brother, and yet at the same time she held back simply because she didn't want to crowd Anthony considering this all had to be very new for him. "This'll definitely be weird for a bit. Seven years without my brother and now bam...", she said as she thought back to how horrible it had been learning to live without the twin she had spent sixteen years connected to. She had had to learn to keep her temper in check herself, no one there to remind her to calm down or talk her out of punching someone's skull in. It was definitely going to be nice to go back to the way things were meant to be: and the sibling bond already made her feel more comfortable than she had in years.

Anthony grinned at the female that stood before him. While yes, he could indeed feel her within his mind, he could also feel something else within him -- the mind of her twin from the ninja world, Gekido, slowly mergin with his own. It was strange; feeling things, emotions and sensations he knew for a fact that he was never there for, yet knowing the most intimate details of the situtation. He was almost giddy with the feeling, it was intoxicating.

"I.. feel alive. Like.. I remember everything in my life here, yet.. I also remember everything that happened over there, in Konoha." The male paused for a moment, head tipping to the side for a moment as his eyes lit up. "Wait, Konoha is here! I.. want to go home! I need to see it!" The bursting of energy-- yea, he was the old Gekido once again. He shifted franticly from foot to foot, waiting on Nanalie to make up her mind. If she didnt, he'd probably take off on his own...

"Mayhaps... mom and dad are there as well -- " The male paused. If Konoha was there... then perhaps his ninja self was there as well? Was... was it even possible for them to exist in the same place?

Ka'lara couldn't help but keep grinning, especially at how excited that Anthony sounded. "I can't go over there right now. I've got work: I've never been late before and I can't start now. Maybe I'll head over there later..." Her cellphone went off and she answered it to find her boss on the other side and calling her to the tower.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked towards Anthony. "I need to go, that was my boss... she wants me up at Darkman Tower." She pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket, scribbled her number and handed it to Anthony. "Call me at that number in about an hour... I dunno what this is about but it has to be important..." She gave Anthony a sudden and quick hug with a grin and then took off running...

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The male grinned and returned the hug from Ka'lara. So, her boss was calling? Neh, somethings just couldnt be helped. Ah well. For the time being, he folded the paper she'd given him and placed it into a pocket as she dashed away.

Shoving both of his hands into his pockets, the male turned and strolled out of the alleyway, whistling a small tune.

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