Post by Maverick on May 29, 2022 23:30:11 GMT
A city of superheroes made not for much in the realm of easy marks.
Bright light revealed most all. And those who dared stir up any trouble were met with the swift ferocity of it's superpowered populace -- well hardened to any number of invaders, natural disasters and would be terrorists. Even the very structure of the place was made to remain standing. For the majority of such incidents, his intervention was wholly unnecessary. Like red blood cells, the heroes would descend upon whatever threat there was and neutralize it. The Hunter in a way couldn't help but admire it at times, given how they presented enough of a threat to drive certain entities to have to work in the shadows in order to do their dark work.
And yet it was this work in the dark that posed a threat which by it's very nature was hard to quantify. And Septimus was not interested in seeing how great of a threat something festering within could pose. Long had Septimus had quit Assurance -- that accursed company. And yet the words of Kismet still yet seemed to ring true at least in part. Some of the greatest threats hailed from within. He himself had watched as the "Holy" Roman Empire was felled ultimately not by invaders -- but by internal forces which tore apart it's structure. It's integrity.
So it was then that he would set upon his role. Hunting his own. And all that which lurked in a realm similar. And that was what brought him here. To Conway Guardians. A major league baseball game had arrived in the Millenium Center. And it made for a perfect threat for particularly powerful, predatory imp demon to attempt to snatch up it's next meal. Making up for it's size in speed -- it was difficult for Septimus to keep up with while sun still yet catch up. But he did a decent job of tracking it's movements from a listing of it's attacks. Loud noises suppressed that of it's speed.
But while Septimus was too slow, there was one who could yet work in these times. And he could smell her from a mile away.
The creature darted through the parking lot, abandoning a failed hunt against none other than Kore. It darted about in an attempt to escape void orb after void orb. Before it exited, there was another abnormally dark thing which blocked it's path. And by it's own instinct, it carefully hopped aside. Potentially leaving the parking lot. But unlike the other obstacles set before, this one moved ever so slightly. By the time the sheen of the blade against the now more prominent moon came to light. It was to late.
The creature ran through the blade quite literally, it's head leaving it's neck at the spine. It's beastly gate turned into a wild flop as it's body carried on lifelessly, carried by the momentum it had when alive. A look of annoyance was plastered on it's severed head as it rolled the floor. The body finally stopping as it hit a pillar of reinforced concrete and bounced off it without leaving a scratch. After a few moments, it began to burn.
"Small world." He hardly had expected meet her here. Kore could think what she wanted, but the meeting was coincidental. But not as unlikely as one might think. After all, they were in the same profession now, weren't they? Coincidence or not however, this meeting was one Septimus had sought.
The dark figure stood there with it's sword extended and a body wreathed partially in shadow. With no motion of it's own, shadow left it. And it's hooded face was now revealed to Kore in part. If the sword didn't give it away, then the voice did. Deep and having an accent not posh, but ancient. "It has been some time." It felt strange to say it was a long time. To many an immortal it seemed like a year must have been but a blip in the span of their life. But it seemed unlike in his life previous, a great many eventful things would happen. Days which otherwise blended together came to a slow pace.
"You have been busy." Indeed she has. Without any guidance, Kore was the type of person who seemed to operate autonomously. Many would be lost and asking constant questions. But she seemed to always find her no matter what. It wasn't of much Septimus would turn around, and look at the burning corpse which began to leave little in the realm of trace that it'd ever been here. After a few moments silence, he speaks again.
"How are you, Kore?" The question is not just for formality. The last time they had left it hadn't been under the most. He would pay attention to what she said of course. But what her actions said spoke yet to some degree.
Bright light revealed most all. And those who dared stir up any trouble were met with the swift ferocity of it's superpowered populace -- well hardened to any number of invaders, natural disasters and would be terrorists. Even the very structure of the place was made to remain standing. For the majority of such incidents, his intervention was wholly unnecessary. Like red blood cells, the heroes would descend upon whatever threat there was and neutralize it. The Hunter in a way couldn't help but admire it at times, given how they presented enough of a threat to drive certain entities to have to work in the shadows in order to do their dark work.
And yet it was this work in the dark that posed a threat which by it's very nature was hard to quantify. And Septimus was not interested in seeing how great of a threat something festering within could pose. Long had Septimus had quit Assurance -- that accursed company. And yet the words of Kismet still yet seemed to ring true at least in part. Some of the greatest threats hailed from within. He himself had watched as the "Holy" Roman Empire was felled ultimately not by invaders -- but by internal forces which tore apart it's structure. It's integrity.
So it was then that he would set upon his role. Hunting his own. And all that which lurked in a realm similar. And that was what brought him here. To Conway Guardians. A major league baseball game had arrived in the Millenium Center. And it made for a perfect threat for particularly powerful, predatory imp demon to attempt to snatch up it's next meal. Making up for it's size in speed -- it was difficult for Septimus to keep up with while sun still yet catch up. But he did a decent job of tracking it's movements from a listing of it's attacks. Loud noises suppressed that of it's speed.
But while Septimus was too slow, there was one who could yet work in these times. And he could smell her from a mile away.
The creature darted through the parking lot, abandoning a failed hunt against none other than Kore. It darted about in an attempt to escape void orb after void orb. Before it exited, there was another abnormally dark thing which blocked it's path. And by it's own instinct, it carefully hopped aside. Potentially leaving the parking lot. But unlike the other obstacles set before, this one moved ever so slightly. By the time the sheen of the blade against the now more prominent moon came to light. It was to late.
The creature ran through the blade quite literally, it's head leaving it's neck at the spine. It's beastly gate turned into a wild flop as it's body carried on lifelessly, carried by the momentum it had when alive. A look of annoyance was plastered on it's severed head as it rolled the floor. The body finally stopping as it hit a pillar of reinforced concrete and bounced off it without leaving a scratch. After a few moments, it began to burn.
"Small world." He hardly had expected meet her here. Kore could think what she wanted, but the meeting was coincidental. But not as unlikely as one might think. After all, they were in the same profession now, weren't they? Coincidence or not however, this meeting was one Septimus had sought.
The dark figure stood there with it's sword extended and a body wreathed partially in shadow. With no motion of it's own, shadow left it. And it's hooded face was now revealed to Kore in part. If the sword didn't give it away, then the voice did. Deep and having an accent not posh, but ancient. "It has been some time." It felt strange to say it was a long time. To many an immortal it seemed like a year must have been but a blip in the span of their life. But it seemed unlike in his life previous, a great many eventful things would happen. Days which otherwise blended together came to a slow pace.
"You have been busy." Indeed she has. Without any guidance, Kore was the type of person who seemed to operate autonomously. Many would be lost and asking constant questions. But she seemed to always find her no matter what. It wasn't of much Septimus would turn around, and look at the burning corpse which began to leave little in the realm of trace that it'd ever been here. After a few moments silence, he speaks again.
"How are you, Kore?" The question is not just for formality. The last time they had left it hadn't been under the most. He would pay attention to what she said of course. But what her actions said spoke yet to some degree.