Miraculous Cataclysm [INV]

CAVANAUGH, MEARA

Hacktivist

"On my way," Meara announced hastily as she immediately turned on heel. Her sister would likely argue in protest but Meara was set. This entire case left nothing but further questions and an odd, weighted sensation in the pit of her stomach that, at this point, and started to tighten around her chest. Hollows weren’t acting like hollows… she didn’t like it when things didn’t abide by their normal routines. Meara was a coder at heart; you write a code, the code does its job, and everyone’s happy. Sure, there are times where you write a code and something else happens, but if it does, there’s always a logical explanation. There isn’t any abnormalities, no what ifs or but scenarios; it was simple, black and white, cut-to-the-point logic. Either it was or it was not, that’s what Meara loved about her work. Code was logical; it either worked or it didn’t because you fucked up.

This case was all but logical.

"H-eep!" Meara nearly bit her tongue as her immediate turn and rush forward was halted by, what felt like, a steel wall. Smacking straight against something that wasn’t there just moments ago had the woman in a brief daze, but as she took a step back to collect herself, she had barely a moment to avoid becoming skewered. The ebony haired woman instinctively felt her body bend as her lungs filled in, stomach instantly sucking inward as far as physically possible, just as a pair of razor-sharp limbs crossed at her midsection, tearing through her shirt and just barely nicking her torso.

"Scratch that-" Meara attempted to get out one final statement before she was cut off, near-literally, with another attempt to sever her limbs. What at first one one Hollow with what appeared to be, six freaking razor arms, soon turned into six, then a few more behind them; a large group?

'How... the fuck,' Meara was completely flabbergasted by not only the sudden appearance without so much of a 'blip' on her spiritual sense, but the sudden flash of 'boom, here's your antagonist group; FIGHT!'

"Holy hell," Meara vocalized her sudden rush of adrenaline-mixed-anxiety hype as her image faded before the sudden cluster-fuck of Hollow. The usage of Bringer's Light was most certainly hindered in such a closed in space, however, so she didn't get too terribly far before she found yet another clusterfuck-

'What is it? What's going on?'

"Not-" Dodge. "Woah, I-" Another side-step. "FUCK! God fuck- Damn it!"

While such low class scum would never be considered a challenge for her, the inability to sense these creatures as well as their sheer fucking numbers were enough to throw the young Fullbringer off her game, enough that parts of her clothes were easily torn and stained with non-life threatening scrapes and cuts. "Fuckers, calm the-FUCK!"

Another strike, and again, from behind. This time, it cut a bit too deeply, enough that her anger alone was enough to send a powerful surge of spiritual pressure. A heavy wave of raw energy shook the very foundation of the building and brought all the surrounding Hollow to their knees. Finally; she could fucking breathe for a second!

'MEARA! WHAT'S GOING O-FU-'

Fullbringer | | AL

CAVANAUGH, CEIRA

Private Detective

“Christ...” Ceira had nearly given up when the man hadn’t initially responded to her failed attempt of spiritual first aid; ‘shake until they move,’ it always worked in movies, right? Finally, the man moved… or rather, spasmed. He coughed, figited, and near drowned in a mix of his own blood and saliva before life appeared upon his pale, deathly ill features. Ceira did her best to wipe the blood and spit from his lips … as well as her own face; thanks, dude…; Ceira, that is a bit of a heartless thought, now… plus, you have technically had worse-okay, let’s not go there right now, brain.

“Hey, easy there big guy,” the redhead attempted to calm her own shaking and anxious tone as the man attempted to collect himself and fully recover his senses. With all the blood and… yea, it was best to focus on his upper half… well, upper three-quarters at this-CEIRA! Too soon, brain, god damn it!

“H-hey… how… you do’n?”

Did... did he just...

‘Yup… yea, he totally did.’

“Well, hun,” Ceira couldn’t help but smile to the man’s overall reaction to his rather grave situation. “I’m doing far better now that I’m with company.” Sure, she’ll bite. Yea, it wasn’t a ‘you come here often’ sort of approach, but how else was she to react to this whole thing? Her racing thoughts of the case and missing souls were ultimately halted as she gave into the man’s desire of facing denial in his final breath. So, with a deep breath, she moved one hand up from his shoulders to cup the side of his face so that she could help him in better gaze. With the best, lustrous expression she could possibly muster, the redhead blinked methodically with a faint, tickle of a laugh, and tilted her head ever so slightly. “So, love... my name’s Ceira, Ceira Cavanaugh... you got a name yourself, or just some more witty one-liners?”

Fullbringer | | AL

CAVANAUGH, CEIRA

Private Detective

The man seemed to respond calmly, and rather flirtateously to her advances. The man took pause, likely in search of another witty retort to tag alongside his own introduction. While most certainly, this wasn’t the time or place to be flirting with someone on the verge of death, Ceira had been around spirits of the recently deceased or those even near death themselves, to understand that, most of the time, you simply had to cave and give in to whatever the soul wanted, even if it was complete denial or histeria.

Ceira’s eyes fell for but a moment to gaze down to the man’s wounds, hoping and wishing that, perhaps, his injuries weren’t as grave as when she had first stumbled upon him-nope… not even close.

*SHINK*

A single drop of sweat slid down the side of Ceira’s face as her body froze completely. Those firey red eyes moved ever so slowly to her right where the dying man’s sword was extended, mere inches away from her shocked features. Suddenly, she heard the sounds of an inhumane, near drowning gargle from behind her. With a quick turn, she spotted the all too familiar spiritual fading of a recently deceased Hollow. In a mixed state of awe and pure shock, Ceira was surprised both at the man’s quick reflexes and the fact that she hadn’t even felt a single drop of Hollow reiatsu in the area, let alone enough of a presence to allow one to sneak up behind her… She was a vitality of chaos; she could literally SMELL these things! How the hell did one sneak up on her?!

>>"H-eep!"

The heavy sense of responsibility and sensibility returned, weighing down visibly upon the redhead’s visage as she pressed a finger toward her temple, focusing onto her sister’s sudden shout.

“Meara... everything alright?” No immediate response. Ceira turned back around, her senses stretching as far as they could, yet nothing beyond the fading spirit before her was around… unless…

“Heh... yea, these... fuckers are... a bit tricky... can’t even... sense the bas-ow... bastards...”

“Well, ain’t that fan-fucking-tastic,” Ceira announced her obvious annoyance to the news. No wonder one snuck up on her. While she couldn’t sense or see any other Hollow in the area, her instincts were in overdrive and sending an all out alert to her chaotic sense. Faint yet certainly dinstinct growls of hunger and inhumane grunts echoed within the darkness; yup, it was time to go. Her vision returned back to the dying man as she leaned closely over and extended her arms out. “Alright, love; no groping. You have to buy me dinner at least twice before I let you steal second.”

>>"Scratch that-"

“What is it? What's going on?” Again, no immediate mental response from her sister. Sighing in frustration and broke the pause she had made to continue helping the man up. Ceira did her best to comfort the man as she hoisted her up into his arms; despite her size and appearance, the feat was done with relative ease with her strength. With one of his arms tucked behind neck, she craddled his back and legs with her arms and stood fully. “Sorry, but looks like we’ll have to continue somewhere more private..."

That said, Ceira turned back the way she came just in time to see the first pair of Hollow materializing through the floorboards in front of her.

“Sorry, it’s gonna get bumpy... also, um... yea, just kinda... you know what, fuck. It doesn’t really matter where you look.”

In an attempt to save any bad one-liners being delivered at her soon-to-be-summoned replacement attire, Ceira threw logic and care out the window.

>>"Not- Woah, I- FUCK! God fuck- Damn it! Fuckers, calm the-FUCK!"

Just as her sister’s shouts went silent, the pair of Hollow appearing before her duplicated into four, with two more dropping in from the ceiling. Well, wasn’t this just grand. With a low crouch, Ceira allowed her spiritual energy to flow out from her body, creating a powerful aura around her. She exhaled deeply her body began to change; from the back of her hand a powerful burst of energy erupted, and from that burst, exerted a liquid form of energy. This liquid base began to mold over Ceira’s body, replacing her clothing once again with that scantly clad armor. Her long, flowing hair became more thick and jagged, and her eyes darkened, changing to an expression that was near identicall to those expressed by the hungered group of preditors currently circling.

“Alright, boys... can’t you see mommy and daddy are busy at the moment?”

It seemed her feeble attempt at dialog fell upon deaf ears. The group before her lunged forward, aiming to reach out and either grap her, or eat her; she wasn’t certain with that strangely large and mishappened jaw. With a quick step, the image of her and the man in her arms faded from existence, and immediately reappeared just a few feet passed the pair. The two Hollow that lunged froze in place, seemingly unable to move. Suddenly, those long maroon strands shifted of their own accord, collecting together and shappening themselves into several variously sized blades. Almost a moment later, both Hollows appeared to have their bodies completely severed from a wide variety of points, each piece falling slowly one after another, until their existences were completely erased.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt mommy and daddy when they’re in the middle of a conversation?”

Ceira’s eyes fell upon the rest of the group that attempted to slowly close in. However, they all brought pause as a flickering light forced their shadows to appear as though they were twitching or dancing or… well, moving. Yet, with no change in the faintly provided light source, the shadows of all those in her presence danced and circled at seemingly her whime. With a focused lowering of her brow, those shadows constructed and raised from the floors and walls where they rested, birthing their own constructive form and mirroring their own sources.

“Here... why don’t you go play with yourselves...”

With a simple command, the monsters and Ceira’s own counterpart creations ignited in an animalistic battle, with the instigator hastily fading once more from the scene, up and out the very hole of the ceiling and roof the man had once held his gaze. Fresh air and cloudy skies greeted her vision as she held the frail man firmly in her grasp. Hopefully, she could get some distance and restrategize. Meara would be able to figure things out; she was always the strategist when it came to fucked up situations like this. Actually, her sister had been rather quiet-

“MEARA! WHAT'S GOING O-FU-“

*SHHHHRNK*

“Hrrrk...” Hot iron... it felt like a fired up iron piercing her hip. Fucking careless. Mid-step, she felt her lower body near topple and fall completely limp, nearly losing her grasp upon the man she was attempting to save. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!’ Instincts kicked into overdrive as every single strand of her hair shot outward in all directions, severing anything and everything that attempted to get within it’s reach. Several gargles, hurls, cries, shouts, and inhuman shrieks were unleashed though Ceira’s spiritual sensary had completely gone silent. Fucking useless!

“Sorry... bumpy... ride...” Ceira attempted to calm the man with a bit of tasteless humor, though it was evident that she had been wounded rather heavily. One final step brought them to a rooftop where she nearly dropped to her knees, though did her best to safely place the man down as comfortably as she could, without completely dropping him. “Fuck... that really fucking... hurts...”

Her eyes gazed down to the left side of her hip; the fading piece of what appeared to be a thin hollow’s razor-sharp arm was pierced through from the back. As the limb faded from existence, whatever was keeping the hole and blood in place was gone, free to spill as the wound felt fit.

“Well... this kinda sucks... not much of a... first date, hu...”

Fullbringer | | AL

CAVANAUGH, MEARA

Hacktivist

"THERE'S MORE COMING DOWN FROM THE FLOOR ABOVE!" Meara shouted aloud as the unlikely trio fought backs to one another, fending off what appeared to be the strangest and largest group of Hollow the young hacktivist had ever come to witness. The first hoard that had appeared, Meara found relative ease in defeating. She found it odd that they were near impossible to sense, save for line of sight and sound; spiritual sense pretty much gone to shit. Even her God's Eye and God's Sight provided little sensory tracking among the seemingly endless horde of Hollow. Luckily for her, the sudden rush of spiritual pressure she herself had given off had attracted an unlikely pair of individuals who, in retrospect, were well known enemies.

"On it," the silver haired man to Meara's left announced quickly as he unleashed a furious barrage of blue-tinted glowing arrows from his spiritually crafted bow. The sheer endless unveiling of silvery-blue destruction rained down upon anything and everything that attempted to phase through the ceiling or appear off the stairwell of the large convention center. The man's counterpart, a feminine figure it all black robes, followed up by raising a single arm outward, palm aimed toward the second wave. Through all her research, Meara had come across the tension between the spirit-reapers and the Quincy as well as the long fought war between the two several decades back. To find not only two of them finding common ground but fighting in such unison with one another alongside the young Fullbringer herself was surely a sight worthy of recording... if only she had her camera.

"I've got nothing for range," Meara alerted the duo as she flipped back, narrowly avoiding a close ranged swing. With a lift of her leg and a quick follow-up punch, Meara easily pummeled her would-be assassin with near relative ease, though the sheer number of opponents left had already started to draw a great deal of exhaustion to express upon her features. She wasn't sure just how long her newly acquired 'friends' could keep up their near spam-firing of powerful spiritual attacks, but at the rate they were going, it wasn't likely they'd be able to keep up the fight for much longer. "Where the hell is the end?!"

"Why aren't they giving off any spiritual signatures?!" The archer vented his frustration as he shot one demonic art blast after another. Meara hastily turned and leaped over the old man's shoulder as he ducked down and back to avoid an attack, and clotheslined the Hollow with enough force to nearly knock its head off.

"Where the hell are they even coming from? How did a group this large go unnoticed?!"

"They must be masking their presence," the elder man announced knowingly as he launched yet another barrage of arrows outward. One endless barrage after another, the archer could have shot blindly and still hit something. Even after each wave of arrows, there was yet another group already on their way toward them. "They're coming in from outside; looks like the cannon fodder are getting stronger."

Meara gritted her teeth as her fist hit yet another masked monster, cracking its skull with a single punch as her sparking fists wound up to deliver another shock-filled onslaught. While she was certainly strong and could hold her own, it was taking far more effort to take on these peons in their sheer numbers than she cared to admit. One-on-One, she could eradicate far stronger and certainly had before. Sending wave after wave of these little ants and you're going to start getting bitten at some point...

"ARG!"

The elder archer took a rather devistating blow to the head, knocking him several yards out and breaking the trio's defensive position.

"GO!" Meara hastily shouted as she took two steps forward and launched her leg outward, sending a powerful wave of spiritual energy to coat her attack and sever the trio of Hollow currently too close for comfort.

"Aioshi, now please!!" Meara shouted toward her inner self, and with a sudden rush of spiritual energy, expelled a powerful spherical barrier, knocking back the barrage of Hollow that surrounded them and keeping them at bay. "Hurry up, I can't hold this up for too long..."

Fullbringer | | AL

CAVANAUGH, MEARA

Hacktivist

It seemed the archer and reaper had some history with one another. Meara had known the two races never saw eye-to-eye, to the point where a war had brought the Quincy to near extinction. As such, to see a reaper express such concern over a Quincy was something she never expected to witness in her life, let alone believe without seeing it for herself. With a pinch of her brows, Meara held the barrier up, pouring a constant strain of spiritual energy outward and keeping the onslaught of Hollow at bay. One after another, they crashed their limbs, bodies, spiritual attacks and the like into the barrier, though with her best efforts, the young Fullbringer was able to keep the predators at literal arm's length.

"Is he alright? Can he stand?" Meara shouted between heavy breaths, unable to break her focus even for a second from her barrier. From the sounds of it, things were looking more grim by the second to the young Fullbring, only able to go off the faint conversation that filtered through the growls, endless barrier-pounding, and explosive blasts that greeted her shield. Christ, don't these fuckers know when enough was enough? They're practically kamikaze-ing at this point! Her jaw clenched tightly as she spared a moment to gaze over her shoulder. Her chest tightened as she witnessed a rather beautifully tragic scene. The elder man, likely nearing sixty or seventy years of age, was cradled in the arms of a woman nearly a quarter of his age, tears streaming down her face as he refused to allow the woman to save him. Two people who, by all accounts, should have been enemies and here she found nearly the complete opposite; a true Romeo & Juliet scene unfolding before her very eyes.

"Hrrrr," Meara grunted as every muscle in her body was suddenly fueled by a surge of adrenaline, anger, and raw spiritual power, strengthening the barrier and expelling it further out. "Reaper! I'm going to unleash a powerful blast! I want you to take the old man and get the fuck out of here! I'll provide as much cover as I can, but you need to get him out of here!"

Silence...

"You hear me? I'm going to blast these fuckers; use that time to escape!" Meara shouted once more, hoping the reaper would reply. Again, silence. With another grunt, the fullbringer looked back only to find the woman focused upon the closed eyes of the elder man. "Hey! Listen! You need to-"

***BOOOOOOOOM***

A powerful surge of spiritual energy ignitted several miles out with enough force to not only gather the attention of Meara herself and the attention of the reaper, but to even bring pause to the Hollow onslaught. The crowd of monsters stopped briefly and turned in the very direction of that powerful energy source, time seeming to stop at the explosion of such heavily weighted spiritual pressure.

"Holy... hell," Meara breathed out in pure awe after sensing the spiritual force. It felt familiar, yet... different at the same time. It was almost like... no, but... how? "C... Ceira?"

"I see... so even you fell, Hinata-sama..." Meara, though still keeping up the barrier, diverted her attention briefly back toward the Shinigami who had finally torn herself away from the old man's still body and fully stood as she wiped her tear-stained eyes. "I suppose... it's my turn..."

Fullbringer | | AL

CAVANAUGH, MEARA

Hacktivist

"Finally," Meara announced as she turned her focus back toward the barrier and the Hollow group that had, just now, returned their focus to smashing through her defenses. "I'll count to three, then you take the old man and run, got it?"

"Yes..." she heard the reaper announce, more closely than she was just a moment ago. "Tell me, human. Before I go... tell me your name."

"Meara," the young woman announced. "Meara Cavan-hurk!"

*SHINK*

Before she could even count she found her defenses must have somehow failed. A sharp pain erupted from her back and shot straight through her chest, nearly forcing her to drop her guard and barrier all together. They broke through? But... how-wait...

"Wha..." Meara spotted a familiar sword piercing through her chest. No blood came out from the newly formed wound, but a sudden rush of energy soon washed over her form. "I wish you all the best, Meara-chan... the souls of those children will surely be found by you and your kin... so take this... find them... and put an end to it all..."

Adrenaline and energy began rapidly flowing through her body, forcing her heart to race faster and faster, enough that her head lightened and briefly spun. Wearily turning her head, she saw a smiling yet saddened gaze of the young reaper, hands grasping the weapon that currently impaled her. An equal expulsion of power exploded from her body, drowning her in a warm, comforting blanket of protective energy, shattering her own barrier as well as those currently attempting to break through.

An all too familiar out-of-body sensation filled her, as though she were summoning Aioshi, her spiritual counterpart. This time, however, it was not Aoishi who was separated from her physical body, but Meara herself, lifting up and out, as though her own essence produced an entity of its very own.

When the light finally fade, Meara was beside herself... literally, beside herself. With the soft weight of ebony robes clad upon her figure, the black haired spirit-entity expressed a hardened look briefly out toward the stunned army, then back toward the Shinigami. Did she... did she just convert her into a reaper? Did this all work like vampires or something?!

More and more questions aside, the black haired woman turned to face the returning focus of Hollow growling hungrily before them. With a sudden new rush of adrenaline and raw spiritual force, Meara unsheathed her new weapon and with a rather lack-luster battle cry, lunged forward into the fray.

Fullbringer | | AL

CAVANAUGH, MEARA

Those Who Hear

>>“Meara… Meara, you there?”

“Busy at the moment!!”

Meara too was in a world of her own, experiencing a very similar sense of extreme overstimulation. It was as though all her spiritual senses were heightened to a ridiculous degree, to a level she never even thought possible. Her speed, her strength, her reflexes; everything just seemed to fall into place and the swarm of Hollows that once threatened her livelihood were now mere cannon fodder. The young hacktivist hadn’t even drawn the blade that lay loosely tied to her hip, instead continuing to fight the monsters before her with her fists.

Unlike Ceira, Meara had a ridiculously extensive training, far beyond anything her elder sister had even dreamed to accomplish. Martial Arts had always come so easily to her. Perhaps it was due to being free of her defective ability to remain focused, and taught her discipline, respect, self-defense, inner and outer energies, self-control, and so much more. Ceira may have had far more power than she, but the younger sister’s mind was able to take in far more information at a much faster pace. Her near-eidetic memory and obvious interest in learning greatly aided her coursing through ranks, obtaining mastery levels in a variety of art forms.

As Meara jumped back, easily avoiding an oncoming attack, she parried another before countering via hurling her would-be attacker with incredible force straight into another Hollow. Her body remained as fluent and loose as a river while simultaneously delivering the power and force behind each strike, using momentum to her advantage.

“Ass-hat, just stay down,” Meara shouted her frustration at one particular Hollow that just continued to get up every time she put her down. With the horde continuing, and despite her increase in strength and natural abilities, her hand-to-hand combat didn’t seem like the best course of action simply due to numbers. “This is just getting stupid.”

And with that, the raven haired woman unsheathed the blade at her side, almost immediately feeling an intense pressure within her grip. The sudden sensation was enough to set her off, forcing her to hastily take on the defensive against those around her.

‘About time… We’ve been screaming at you for the past several minutes…’

“W-what?” Meara turned to her side and severed the head of the Hollow next to her before moving the katana up to block another clawed strike. The voice she heard was strange, as though it were coming from within. It was a far different sounding voice as well, as though the voice was being spoken through a voice-distorting device. Such an occurrence was far beyond uncommon however, as such conversations occurred with her spiritually projected counterpart, Aoshi constantly. This voice, however, was not that of her spiritual companion… and it was coming from somewhere… different.

‘No, we are not her.’

Like Aoshi, this voice seemed to be able to respond simply to her line of thought. The next line of dialog should have been ‘well then, who are you,’ but something stopped her from asking. Like a faint memory she had trouble recalling, this sensation began to haunt her more and more as she attempted to keep up her simultaneous defense against the creatures before her.

‘You already know our name. Stop wasting time and allow us to finish these beasts.’

A name. This voice had a name, and somehow, somewhere deep inside, Meara felt as though she already knew the name… but forgot. Her logic, however, continued to fight the fact that she knew the voice, as it would be impossibl-no, wait. That name… it just came to her, she heard it. No, she never heard it, but she had it… for that brief-wait! Of course!

“Tokumei…”

‘Yes, finally… now, release us so that we may end this.’

“Execute, Tokumei!”

AL/AL-A || HACKTIVIST
FULLBRINGER SUBSTITUTE-SHINIGAMI

CAVANAUGH, MEARA

Those Who Worry

“God damn it, Ceira! Answer!”

Meara hadn't been able to reach her sister or even hear her thoughts since she had last spoken and no matter what she screamed through their telepathic sense, it was as though there wasn't anyone on the other side... which was more than worrisome. Even if the two weren't speaking, Meara was ALWAYS able to at least sense her sister. Even her spiritual existence seemed-wait... was that her? "Ceira...?"

It was a heavy and dense pressure, one she had never felt before, let alone from her own sister. If she could have describe it, it would have been... cold... and angry. No, not angry, something else. Nevertheless, this aura was not her sister, but then, it was at the same time. How was that even possible? She had felt her sister spike once before and had assumed that Ceira had gone through a similar situational change like she had with the Reaper. But she had felt Reapers before. She had felt her sister's new aura.

This...

This wasn't her sister.

"Damn it, just die already!" Meara shouted to the near endless supply of monsters. Slowly but surely, their numbers began to dwindle, with a good portion of the horde opting to retreat from the super-powered spiritual being. She had lost her sense of time for a bit, her muscles aching as she continued to push herself forward. After what seemed like the longest battle in the history of battles, an exhausted Meara arched forward, hands upon her knees and attempting to hastily recover her breath.

"You have no time to rest... we sense your sist-"

"I know," Meara cut off the spirit's words mid-sentence. There was something wrong with Ceira... she felt it to her very core. With one full inhale, her figure faded from existence, launching herself in the direction of her red-headed twin.

AL/AL-A || HACKTIVIST
FULLBRINGER SUBSTITUTE-SHINIGAMI