Slayer, or how I learned to stop worrying and became the Devil-Tiger [Exalted x NGE]

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Asuka
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Uri
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Asuka 1.1

I breathed in, holding the...
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Asuka 1.1

I breathed in, holding the lung full of pure Black Forest air for several long seconds, my chest expanding with the air as I felt it turn from sweet oxygen to carbon dioxide. After about a few seconds I let the breath out, a grin coming to my face.

Opposite me, Kensuke gulped audibly.

"Alright guys; I want a clean match this time, especially from you, Asuka." Our instructor told the two of us, giving me a pointed look. "No eye shoots or fractures this time."

"Yeah yeah. I hear you." I said glibly. It wasn't my fault that I was so much better than the rest of the class, if they couldn't keep up then they should have expected to get hurt.

"And none of that lip, young lady." He scolded, before he backed up and swung his arm down. "Begin!"

Kensuke, the dweeb, gripped the plastic training knife harder in his hands, sweat pouring off of his face as nerves did most of the work for me. Of course the stench of sweat and terror rankled the air around him, my nose curling at smell.

I could literally smell his fear.

The thought amused me as I lazily slid into a stance, my partner mirroring me far more shakily, the plastic sparing knife in his hands trembling ever so much. Not that I could blame him, really, I was the best in my age group after all, everyone here knew how this fight was going to end.

With a yell he lounged at me with a clumsy slash at my chest, the fool broadcasting his moves like it was the top of the pops. I rolled my eyes as I slid around the strike like the joke that it was and jabbed the tip of my own knife into a kidney hard enough to send him sprawling.

"Point to Asuka!"

"Come on Kensuke, I haven't even broken a sweat yet!" I taunted my downed opponent.

"Ugh, I'm going to get you for that!" Kensuke spat as he rushed back onto his feet and lunged at me knife first.

I parried the attack, and the next few that followed; ducking and weaving between his sloppy slashes, my contempt for the older boy growing along with his frustration, his form degrading as the seconds ticked by.

"Stay! Still!" He shouted as I dodged yet another of his ill-timed slash.

"No!" I shoot back as I caught the edge of his dagger with my weapons crossguard, and twisted. The dagger flew out of his hand and onto the mats. I slashed it across his throat, taking advantage of the opening and going for the quick victory.

Blood splattered my face as it spurted out of his gaping neck, I stared in shock as he fell to his knees as he was drowned by his own heartbeat. He fell onto his face, his limbs spasmed for a few seconds as blood pooled under him, before he finally stopped, only faint twitches left

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I woke up with a gasp, lurching up from the mess of sheets and blankets that was my bed. I sat there for a few seconds, desperately gulping in air as my heart beat a frantic rhythm against chest. Eventually the panic began to fade and I sagged as the adrenaline left my system. I fell back onto my bed, closing my eyes and just laid there, before I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face into a pillow and breathed in deeply of its fading floral scent.

'What dream was it this time?' Kovács, my Coadjuter, asked.

"The one with Kensuke, where I slit his throat with the training knife." I said, my voice muffled by the pillow.

'Ahhhh, that one.' He said, sounding a bit fed up. Not that I could really blame him, we'd been together for the better part of two months since I got my upgrade and I'd had the same series of nightmares since.

Even before he and I had combined, I'd had nightmares about what had happened at the Ascension Project, about the blood and fear.

Some days it was all that I could think about.

Outside of my window the glare of neon lights and the muted sounds of the Tokyo-02 night drifted up; the foreign voices and hum of engines and the construction work that was a constant part of life in the Japanese city as its people worked to expand it ever since the fall of the original city of Tokyo to a massive Raksha incursion.

'Hey Asuka, your mom's out right?' he asked after about twenty minutes of me attempting, and failing, to get back to sleep.

"Yeah, Mama's working late with Uri, what about it?" I answered as I rolled onto my side. Technically speaking I didn't need to speak to Kovác verbally, I could just reply directly with my thoughts to him, but I liked talking aloud to him.

'We could go out, get your blade wet. We know that there's a Junk Spirit around the back alleys near the Arcades, praying on the workin' girls and the homeless. The fucker got away from us last week, when he called in that pack of wirewolves to back him up, but this time we'll catch up with the fuck-head and light him up like a bonfire.' He suggest enticingly. 'Maybe if we kill the dick fast enough, we could hit up a club and go dancing for a bit.'

Now that sounded tempting.

I remember spending five whole fucking hours clashing with the pile of junk and trash in sporadic clashes down through the Umbra twisted alleys near the Sun-Sun Arcade. I'd managed to wound the heap of rusted metal badly enough that it had fled from the fight, sending me and Kovác on a chase through the sewers, abandoned warehouses and the slums until finally I'd cornered it in a dead-end in a maintenance tunnel about half a mile underground.

I was literally half a fucking second away from scorching the shithead until he was nothing but a burned shadow on both sides of the Gauntlet, when the smart-ass called in a pack of six of his Wirewolf Drudge-Sprits on us.

The bitch got away from me as I was forced to hack through the lesser spirits, the trail having gone long cold once I was done.

I'd gone home covered in oil-blood and with a foul mood. Mama had grounded for a month me as well, and I was still not allowed to watch TV or go out after nine.

"Fuck it," I said as I kicked my blankets off and threw myself out of bed, "let's go have some fun!" A grin spread across my face, showing off my long canines.

'Atta girl!'

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The streets of Tokyo were crowed, even now.

Unlike the business districts, which were pretty much empty now that the working day was done, the sidewalks and roads near the pleasure district was always full of people.

Gamblers and whores, club-goers and wasted salarymen all crowed the street; swearing and shouting and singing that made a din loud enough to drown out the rest of city for miles around. I loved this part of the city; the best restaurants and nightclubs were all here, along with dozens of arcades filled with games and gambling and karaoke. This was where the soul of the city was, it's beating heart filled with the lifeblood that stopped its inhabitants from going nuts.

I walked among them, moving through them faster than any normal person would be capable of, weaving in between drunks and clubbers like they weren't even there.

I grinned as I felt and saw men, and women, glance in my direction. Blushes coming to their faces as they got an eye full of my outfit. Not that I could blame them, I'd chosen to be as showy as possible.

A red leather jacket with white racing strips running down the arms, that I wore was unzipped was draped over me; showing off of abs and my decency only covered by a bikini top. A hair band with devil horns was hidden under my hood, just for fun, along with thigh high shorts and knee high leather boots and fingerless gloves finished off my outfit.

I had to suppress a smirk at the offended look on some passing hags wrinkled old face as I walked by. Half the fun of this get-up was watching the look on people's faces.

I ducked out of the crowed an into an stinking old alley way, leaving the sights and sounds of the city behind as I began my hunt.

"There's a soft spot in the Gauntlet nearby, right?" I asked Kovács.

'Yeah, it's a couple of blocks to the east from here, over the builds and on the roof of the whore house on Third Street.'

I nodded at the information. "Right, let's head out then."

Sucking up a breath of stinking air, I held for a few seconds, before I let it out and jumped up onto a wall and ran up its surface in defiance of gravty. Once I reached the roof of the building I kept going, vaulting the distance between the buildings easily.

I always liked going for runs like this; it always relaxed and refreshed me. My aches and pains from the day fading away like I'd had a good long nap. For some reason though, Kovác always got a bit nervous whenever it happened, the demon muttering something in his own language.

"Help!"

A scream, from a girl by the sounds of it, and it was in the opposite fucking direction of my destination.

"Scheiße!" I spat, before I fell into skidded along the roof of a Gambling Parlour and speed off in the direction of the scream, once again cursing my own heroic nature.

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My first story! A fusion fic with Evangelion and Exalted.

I'm in need of a Beta, so don't hesiatate to PM with corrections. It would be a favor to me.
 
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Asuka 1.2

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"Gott fucking damn it all!" I shouted as I bounded over the roof tops, towards where the terror filled screams of the girl still rent the air.

Ugh, this was going to seriously cut into my hunt; I only had about four hours, give or take a half hour, until Mama and Uri got back from NERV, and if they found out that I'd gone out without telling them there would be hell to pay.

'Fuckin' typical; second we get out for some fun, something fuckin' drags us outta our way.' He snorted angrily, trailing off into what I could only guess were swears in his native language.

"Let's just get it over with." I grumbled, leaping over a water tank, "The faster we put whatever pervertieren is out tonight in traction, the faster we can get back to the important stuff."

'You mean killing shit, right?'

"Duh."

I came to a skidding stop near the edge of a cramped and filthy alley where the girl's, whoever she was, screams had turned into whimpering cries for mercy and prayers to some Japanese god or other.

"Oh, will you look at that." I said in surprise, a grin coming to my face again. "Our good deed has apparently been rewarded, ehh, Kovác?"

Below us in the filthy little alley way was quite the scene.

A girl, around my age I guessed, was desperately scrambling on her hands and knees, her freckled and swollen face framed by pigtails. She wore some kind of dress that I think is supposed to be religious or something; a white kimono top thing and a red dress. They were caked in filth and there a good few rips and tears, stained with blood from where she had been scraped and cut.
And more far more pressing, was the pack of Scrap-Hounds on stalking towards her.

There were about four or five of them; each one was a mastiff sized amalgamation of rusted scrap metal in the shape of dogs. They had shards of broken glass for eyes, nails and bent screws for teeth and claws and their hides of rusted and buckled metal were pretty much proof against anything the panicked flailing of a skinny fourteen year old girl.

I then channeled my essence and reached out with my other senses.

My eyes burned for a second, like I'd looked a the sun for a few seconds too long, and the creatures strength unraveled before as a wave syntheses engulfed me.

The taste of rusted and worn metal on my tongue, the feeling of rotten claws in the back of my skull, their putrid essence bubbling up against my skin and the rather euphoric feeling of knowing that I was vastly superior to them.

These things were barely spirits as they were, as rotten to the very core as they were, they were more ghost that god, dead things that only deserved a swift killing. Even just looking at them made bile rush to up my throat and sting at my tongue before I forced it down.

"These things are disgusting." I whispered to myself, a sneer coming to my. "Ugh, I feel dirty just looking at them."

"Get away!" the girl screeched in terror as the spirits of cast aside metals advanced on her, splitting up to surround and corner her in the dead-end, the battery acid that was their spit drooling onto the ground from their hungry maw, hissing as it etched holes into the concrete.

"P-Please, you d-don't have to do this!" She begged as she pressed herself against the damp wall. "I-I'm sorry! Just let me go!"

Of course, the mindless things didn't pay the littlest heed to her pleading at all, they just licked their chops with tongues of shredded tires and circled closer.

And then one leapt at her, claws out to rend her soft flesh and mouth dripping battery acid.

"Fuck!" I shouted, before I bent my knees and leapt at them, the ground beneath my feet crumbling with a flash of light and ear cracking bang I pushed off. In less than a blink of an eye, I crossed the distance between us at just the right time to punch it as hard as meta-physically possible in the throat.

My knuckles slammed into his metal neck hard enough that I heard it snap with satisfyingly loud 'crack', green flames erupting from the point of impact as the spirit was sent fly into the opposite wall with crash and cloud of dust.

Its corpse flopped onto the ground, the wall behind it cratered from the impact, it's still smoldering head rolling back towards the rest of the death-tainted spirits, stopping just at the biggest Hound.

What I guessed was the Alpha of the pack, if its size was anything to go by, looked down and stared at the smoking skull of its pack-mate, the rancid smell of burning metal filling the cramped back alley.

"So" I asked aloud; Essence burning in my hand as a sword materialized in a cloud of churning dark matter. I smirked at the familiar weight in my hands as I brandished it towards the monsters, the blade shining with the green glow that surrounded me as I bathed the area with my Essence, a wave of spiritual pressure engulfing the backstreet, pressing down on the things.

"Who's next?"

As one, the pack charged me at.

My sword was more of a toy than an actual weapon; I'd gotten it off of a Yakuza thug I'd beaten the shit out of on one of my first night rambling around with my powers, it was just piece of pig iron hammered into the shape of short Samurai sword and sharpened just enough to look dangerous.

Of course it didn't really matter how good the blade was, I thought smugly, as long as it was in my hands it was still as deadly as fuck.

I side-stepped the first one to lung me, raking my blade along his flank as it passed, more green fire erupting from the wound as the spirit howled in agony. The thing hadn't even hit the filthy floor before I leaped off of the ground towards the pack leader faster than any human had any right to, I lunged at the Alpha from above, my sword clutched in a two handed grip, the blade tip pointed down.

Its skull split open like a melon as I slammed into, with more green fire erupting from the wounds of course, and I twisted the blade as it whimpered in its death tremors, a diabolical smirk growing on my face.

'Incoming, from behind!'

"Du Hurensohn!" I shouted, swinging around just in time to see the last two of the Scrap-Hounds lunging for me in unison.

The world seemed to slow to a crawl, each of the dogs hung in mid-air with their teeth bared and claws out to savage me. A quick burst of essence and a knife appeared in between my fingers and I flung it at the one on the left.

The knife slammed into its chest, the space around it warping as it struck and it was tumbling backwards as green fire engulfed the wound and it died yelping in pain, before it came to sudden stop against a wall hard enough to send caving in.

I ducked under the last one; its acid filled maw missing by inches as it passed over me to skid along the floor, its claws kicking up sparks as slide, before it pushed off of the ground and barreled towards me.

Swearing I yanked my sword out of the skull hard enough that the tip snapped off, cursing even more as I swung the shattered sword up and slammed the shattered tip up through the jaw and into it's brain-case.

I poured essence into the strike; green fire immolating the spirits skull until began to melt into a glowing green slag.

Shakily I got back onto my feet and gave my broken sword a disgusted look and tossed to the floor with contempt, before I surveyed my work

The corpses of the Scrap-Hounds were scattered about the alley way in varying different degrees of mutilation, and all of them were smoldering from my fire.

I smiled.

"Welp, that's all of the fuckers!" I said cheerfully, fists going to my hips. "Time to head off and find the big hurensohn!"

'Um, Asuka, I think you've forgotten something.'

"Like what!?" I demanded. The dogs were dead in less than two minutes and we had plenty of time go and track down that big, smelly das Arschloch and feed him his own hair. Honestly, what more did he want.

"Um excuse me."

Oh, Gott Damnit.

I turned around and saw the miko girl staggering to her feet; she seemed to be shaken but on was mostly whole. All her limbs were attached and it didn't seem like she'd lost any major internal organs.

Which was good, I had to remind myself, her being dead might have been easier but it wouldn't have been a good thing.

"Um, my name is Hikari, ah, t-thank you for saving me." she blurted out, bowing to me.

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So, what do you think!
 
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Asuka 1.3

Well, this was kind awkward.

The girl was still bowing to me; her back ramrod straight, her arms held tightly to her side and her eyes to the ground. She was trembling a bit as well; slight little shakes crawling up and down her spine, I could practically hear her heart thump with fear Even from where I stood I could hear her mumbled prayers for mercy and me not feeding on her internal organs.

"Ugh, stop doing… That" I gestured lamely. "You look stupid. And dumb."

'Those words mean the same thing, Asuka.'

"Shut. Up." Muttered.

"T-thank you for saving me." She said, "M-My name Hikari Hokari."

"You kind of already told me that." I pointed out.

"U-Umm…."

We just stood there in an awkward silence; shuffling our feet and trying to avoid eye contact. The girl's - Hikari's - face was actually flushing a bright red and she kept her eyes to ground, only occasionally peaking up to give me quick looks.

"Right." I said uncomfortably, "Well, you're alright so I guess I'll see you..."

'Don't half ass things girl.' Kovács scolded me, 'You went out of your way to save the girl from those spirits, so you'd better finish the job and get her the fuck out of here.'

"…to the exit of this shit hole…" Fucking hell, ugh. Why did I let him guilt trip me!?

"Thank you very much, I… I don't feel like I could leave this place safely on my own." Hkari said, bowing to me once more.

"Mph," I grunted disinterestedly, gesturing for the girl to follow on behind me.

We walk through the maze of twisting back alleys and impromptu rubbish dumps in silence; the only sound was the skittering of the various kinds of vermin through the accumulated trash, both mundane and supernatural.
Ugh.

We walked like that for a long while; me stomping ahead and sending the lesser spirits and the like that were lurking around while dematerialised scurrying as they decided that cowardice was preferable to death by my dainty, flame enshrouded hands.

"Ummm…" The silence was broken as the girl spoke up for the first fricking time in about ten minutes. "Have I thanked you for saving my life?"

"Yeah, twice." I pointed out, a bit too harshly I'll have to admit.

"Ohhh…. Sorry." She mumbled quietly, bowing her head down.

Oh Gott in Himmel! Stop guilt tripping me! I saved your life, you are not supposed to make me feel bad for being grumpy.

"So, what was a priestess doing out here at this hour?" I grumbled out, more annoyed at myself for giving into the guilt than I was at the girl.

"Oh! Um, I was out there placing seals against ghosts." She mumbled out, "There were a few complaints about minor haunting and the like around, so the head-priestess asked me to put some up on the walls and hand some of them out to the homeless.

"Wouldn't they get wet and shit?" I pointed out, "I know that's a major problem with wards and the lie."

"No, w-we laminated them, just for that."

I threw my head back laughed, it was just so funny! And clever; anyone knew that the proper paper for seals and the like would fall apart pretty fucking quickly if left outside. So some clever arschloch had done the obvious thing, and laminated them.

Which, to my own annoyance, was actually something I hadn't figured out for myself in all the time I'd been learning how to counter spirits.

"That explains why those Scrap-Hounds were after you," I told once I had managed to stop chuckling.

"Really, b-but those w-were spirits." Hikari said in a rush, "They shouldn't have been bothered by them."

"They were Death-Tainted." I replied, "And I bet that your Seal's don't just say ghosts, they ward against 'dead'things."

"Oh…" She mumbled quietly, "That explains things…"

"Still doesn't explain why the things were more zombie than Spirit." I talked aloud, "It takes a lot of exposure to Death Essence over long period of time or a more powerful dead thing force-feeding them its own rotten version to taint a Spirit like that."

'Dunno, if we're lucky it was the third option, and their nature just warped on their own, otherwise....'

"Which is better." Hikari piped up, "I-I mean for t-the c-city, I mean…" She backtracked as I gave her a look over my shoulder.

"Hmph." I grunted, turning to look forward. "It's not so much which is better, but which is worse."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Look at it this way, if its long term taint that changed die toten fucks that means we have a Shadowland or the Gauntlet has weakened near Dead-Umbra. Which means that I'll have to be the one to go in there and murder whatever dead fuck is getting uppity." I ranted, spitting on the ground in disgust at the thought.

'How about next time Dead-Umbra starts leakin' out, we pass on the info to those NERV cunts and wash our hands of it, please?'(1)

You'll get no argument from me there, buddy. Fuck that shit with a grenade!

"W-what about the other thing you said, about the stronger undead?" priestess pressed.

"If that happens, we're all deep in Tief in der Kacke, or blood more likely." I muttered darkly to myself as much as her.

"Something powerful enough to turn healthy Spirits half dead and not suffer a pretty big loss in power for a while is something out of your worst nightmares. It'd be able to cross the Gauntlet from the Dead-Umbra at will."

"L-Like in Paris!" She gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

"Yeah… Like that…" I said somberly, fuck I hoped it wouldn't turn out like that…

Eventually; after a few more minutes of walking in silence we finally came to the mouth of the maze, people of all kinds passing by without a care in the fucking world about what had gone down less than a mile away.

"Right, here we are," Gesturing towards the sanguine glare of the Red-Light district. "Just step out there and you're home free."

"Thank you."She said, bowing to me again. "I won't forget what you've done for me."

She then stood straight and walked out of the alleyway and back into the normal, mortal world.

Smiling at the good deed I'd done, I turned around back into the depths of the alley, and felt my heart grow cold as the world shifted in front of me as I felt like I was pulled from where I stood.

The walls of the backstreet grew taller and more imposing nearly blocking out the sky as they loomed over me; the faces of the dead leered out at me from the walls and each breath I took sickened my with the foul taste of death and decay.

With a thunder crack from above; the red clouds of this hellhole burst open and I was drenched with stale blood.

Around me figures huddled in lees of buildings and among the trash that towered over head; the moaned and gibbered as they rocked back on forth in the fetal position or else sobbed and wailed to themselves.

'Fuck, just fuck! Some cunt just dragged us out of Creation to this damned and deal shit-hole, fucking hell I didn't think anything around here was that powerful!'

My heart pumped rapidly in my chest; adrenaline flooding my system as raw, unadulterated terror coursed through.

"We're in the Dead-Umbra." I said simply, before my ability to make coherent speech left me in a flurry of swears.

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(1) Every see as Above, So Below? Basically that happened to her.
 
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Uri 1

"Alright, mein liebling, let us start from the top once more." Kyoko said through Uri's earpiece from her place in the laboratory's control center.

Uri rolled his eyes at his mother's rather condescending term of endearment, the action hidden behind his suit's full-face helmet.

The boy cut an imposing figure; already standing at an impressive six foot tall in his stocking feet, the prototype suit of K44-C Powered Armour he wore added about half a foot to his height and gave a high tech flair to the mythical air that surrounded the Dragon-Blooded.

As he was now, Uri was the very picture of Dragon-Blooded super-soldier from NERV's propaganda, an unstoppable hero empowered by the elements, armored and armed with the very cutting edge of human technology and magics, sworn to defend mankind with their lives.

At the moment though, this relentless defender of humanity was actually getting pretty tired.

The sterile white featureless room he stood in the center of was two hundred meters squared exactly, down the smallest centimeter, a sign of his Mother's near obsessive craving for exacting precision. The eldest of the Soryu children took a steadying breath of air, its taste made metallic by the environmental suite, and gave his mother a thumbs up that tried and failed to be gaunty, the scientist returning the gesture with a worn smile.

"Mother, do we have to?" Uri complained even as he went through the motions. "We've been at this for over four hours now and I'm getting tired."

"One more go Uri, I believe that Maya and myself have, finally, figured out the power distribution problem that has been plaguing your suits sub-modules for past month." Kyoko stated firmly, leaving no room for any argument from the boy.

"Yes, mother." Uri sighed, defeated.

"Very good, let us begin."

Uri nodded in understanding and tapped at a few buttons on his wrist, and the armor came alive.

Data filled his visor; giving readouts of the suits power supply, the status of its various different modules, the projected drain that they would be on the system if they were active the probable drain if they were inactive, the current temperature within and even the purity of the air outside.

"The diagnostic systems are working fine so far." Uri reported, eyes following the data as it flowed out of the Armour's on board computers.

"Good, very good…"Kyoko voice mumbled though his earpiece "What is its draw level at Maya?"

"The diagnostic systems are using 0.5% of the armor's power cells at this moment, well below tolerance levels."

"Alright, now turn on the Combat-Visor, last time it was too draining on the other systems to be useful." Kyoko said, "It even drained your suits servos, you burned a lot of Essence just moving."

Uri did as he was told, the jumble of armor system information fading to the back ground as the H.U.D came to life.

This interface was different than the one before, designed with combat in mind, rather than system information.

A counter sat in the top right of his view that showed the percentage of power that was left in the suit's batteries, a reticule sat in the middle with an ammo counter beside it as it interacted wirelessly with the heavy pistol held in the holster strapped to his thigh.

Targeting rectangles highlighted Uri's mother and Ms. Ibuki, painting their silhouette green for friendly through two meters of hardened steel, displaying information on their total distance relative to himself, the likelihood of his pistol hitting them at this range as well as their vital signs like their heart-rate and estimated stress-levels.

He made a note to call it a night after this test was done, no matter how much mother protested; she and Maya were running on fumes as it was.

"A total drain of 5.5%, a little above what we predicted, but it is within operating parameters." Maya said, the sound of clicking keyboard audible through the connection.

"Alright, Mein Liebling, keep the visor active and try the stealth systems."

"A-Are you sure, mother?" Uri questioned hesitantly, "Of all the sub-modules I've got, that one has never worked, not for anything smaller than a light-mecha! Even Asuka doesn't think you could do it, and she's the smart one!"

"Don't argue with me, Uri!" Kyoko snapped, "Just do as I say."

"Yes, Mother…" Uri dejectedly, taping another series of commands into his wrist computer.

With a flicker of static, Uri's armour began to turn translucent. The Exalted watched, awe struck as his gauntleted hands began to fade out of view with only a faint outline visible.

"Holding steady at 33.45% power drain." Maya said. "So far it is 13.24% above the estimated level and the power distribution program has deactivated the environmental systems and reduced the power of the servo systems to less than 20% capacity."

"Ah…" Kyoko sighed in defeat, "It appears, for the nth time today, that we have failed to overcome the Size/Essence Barrier. If you were to attempt to move, the cloaking device would sap all of the power from yoru servos again and you'd be burning prestigious amounts of your own Essence just to walk."

Uri grunted in annoyance, all that time spent wasted, before he jabbed his fingers at his wrist computer and the cloak faded away to leave him a visible elementally empowered six foot tall super-soldier.

"Well that was a fantastically worthless waste of time." Uri spat, "How about next time we try to break one of the largest bottlenecks in Essence technology, we do it at a reasonable hour."

"Don't be sassy!" Kyoko snapped, glaring at him though the reinforced glass hard enough to make him flinch and step back, before she groaned and began to rub her temple in a rather vain attempt to sooth her own raging headache.

"Let's just give the rest of the systems a going over and we'll call it a night, everyone agree?" Kyoko asked.

"No problems here, Dr. Soryu!"Maya replied cheerfully.

"Thank Gott for that…"

Over the next half-hour, the pair of scientists and the one teenage super-soldier painstakingly tested the armor's various systems, from filtration baffels with various gases to the various different vision modes and the suit's strength multiplying artificial musculature.

"Mother, may I ask you something?" Uri asked hesitantly as he moved to his head to look at various shapes to test the IFF and targeting systems.

"Hmm? Yes, of course you can Mein Liebling." She said as she poured over the data on the display screen.

"Well, you've been very… proactive in testing my equipment and training as of late." Uri said, deciding that calling her behavior obsessive would be counter-productive no matter how accurate. "I've been wondering why, exactly."

"Oh, well that's simple; you're aware that NERV has spends a lot of time and money trying, and more often than not failing, to regulate greater Tokyo's spiritual ecology?"

"Yeahhh…"

"Ugh, Asuka knows this, Uri, your fourteen year old non-elementally empowered sister knows this better than you and she isn't even a part of NERV!" Kyoko scolded.

"Sorry, Mother…"

"Anyway," Kyoko went on, "Recently some of the more powerful and troublesome spirits have been either driven out of their territory or destroyed outright. The abundance of Yomi-Wan aspected Essence, and the evidence of human manufactured weaponry, suggests that the Kuei-Jin are responsible."

"Okay, but I thought they were on our side, nominally at least."

"The amount of Essence this entity was pumping out would have left all but the oldest and most powerful of those Youki-Spawn either dead or maddened with hunger." Kyoko explained, looking up to look her son, her pride and joy dead in the eyes. "We… We believe that an Elder Kuei-Jin has awakened and it s killing these spirits to secure its own territory and to cow the Dharmas in the cities into submission. The Kuei-Jin agree, and are doing their own operations into the Umbra."

"Fuck!" Uri swore violently, "I am I going to be deployed soon, aren't I?"

"Yes, the Dragon-Blooded have the best ability to enter the Umbra with anything approaching ease. Not even the Kuei-Jin or the Kindred can do it as well as you and the others can. NERV Command wants a full team of Dragon-Blooded for the scouting operation." Kyoko admitted worriedly. "Uri, this thing can move in and out of the Umbra, dead and alive, quicker and smoother than even a full team of Dragon-Blooded working in concert."

"I'm scared for you, Uri."

Whatever Uri was going say, to reassure his mother, was cut off when Maya shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Uri didn't think; flames exploded out from under him as he jumped, blackening and buckling the steel plate beneath him, he slid his gun out of its holster and fired off a brilliant shoot of pure flame that reduced the glass between him and mother to half melted putty.

Crashing through the molten glass, Uri rolled across the floor and levelled his pistol at the door to the room.

What stood there made his stomach rebel on him.

The abomination that stood in the door way had mouths, human mouth with lips and teeth that smiled at him, upon its feminine body. Its too long finger were claws made of bone, viceria and silver light and atop its long and serpentine neck with feathers and scales of every color was the head of a pretty girl.

Her brown hair was done up in two pigtails and she was smiling at him in the same way as the mouth on her body were and a pair of red glasses framed her pretty green eyes that were friendly looking, with a certain sense of energy to them that made him think of his sister during her more hyper moments.

Without even the slightest moment of hesitation he put two rounds into her skull, putting this deformed monster out of its misery.

"Mother, are you alright!?" Uri asked as he turned his back on the things corpse as it tumbled to the ground.

Which proved to be a massive mistake.

One its arms stretched out to an impossible length, the limb turning in some kind of razor mouthed worm, and it wrapped around him and flung him into the wall opposite the melted window.

"Ooph!" Uri breathed as his ribs bruised from the force of the impact.

"Oh~" The girl-thing said as it slunk in to the room, its neck stretching out so that the pretty face it wore was right up to his visor. "I'm starting to like you~" It said as it smiled madly at him, a thin tongue flicking out to lick him on the face.

"Let's have fun!" It pronounced, before it lunged at him.

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Mari's here~
 
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Asuka 2.1

This. Is. Bullshit!

The stench of garbage rotten beyond what the real world was capable of filled my sensitive nose and nearly made me retch, the sounds of the damned filled my ears, their moaning and weeping acting as a background track to all the misery here already.

The buildings loomed over me, their shadows deeper and darker than those found back on Earth, and piles of stinking rubbish and refuse pilled up at their bases.

"Raggghhhh!!!!!!" I screamed, the sound echoing down the twisted, nightmarish back streets.

I kicked at the rotting remains of a can as hard as I could, the rusted and bent tin exploded into green flames as it hit a wall, bounced off of it and smacked one of the raggedy ghosts that was laying in one of the garbage heaps, scorching the last few strands of hair it had left.

I stomped the ground, cracking the dirty black cobblestone with my strength. Green flames licked at it, annihilating much of ingrained filth.

'I fucking agree, this is bullshit! ' He snarled, 'We're neck high in the shit right now, that's what." Kovác agreed bitterly, 'whatever dragged us here has to be pretty fucking powerful, we've gotta be really fucking careful.'

You'll get no argument from me!

'For once…'

Shut up, we need to: A) Find the arschloch responsible for dragging us here, and B) Feed him is own intestinal tract! Once that's done, we can return to Creation at our leisure.

'A solid and well thought out strategy, darlin'. Let's go and fulfil it.'

Right let's get to work. We're in some spirits little fiefdom, so that means it's probably warped to the freaks own weirdo personal preferences. That probably means that it'll put its own sanctum or palace in the very center of this shit hole.

'Yeah, to stroke its own ego. Spirits, especially powerful ones, have a tendency to be on grandiose side. That includes ghosts and the like.'

Looking around the dismal place I'd found myself in, I noted that the way Hikari had gone out of was now filled with the ruins of an impossibly tall, burnt out apartment complex that still smoldered with black, moaning soul smoke and pyre flames.

Welp. Looks like there's only one way to go but deeper into this Gott forsaken place. My face twisted as I looked down the, tight, dilapidated shithole filled with the lost and damned souls too fucking stupid just pass the fuck in.

A cold and clammy hand grasped my shoulder, claws slicing through my jacket and pressing against my hardened skin, and spun me around and my stomach dropped.

It was the ghoul I'd hit, its scalp still smoking. It glared at me with empty sockets filled with pinpricks of blue pyre flame. Its skin was brown and hung of its emaciated frame like it was sliding off of the bone and it wore rags of a bright red cocktail dress.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and slammed my Essence reinforced fist into its rotted face.

A circle of force spread out from the point of impact and sent the wraith head over heels into the opposite wall. The thing's body rupturing in a shower of blood under the force of the blow.

"Ugh.", I spat as I experienced a full body shiver. "I hate undead!"

'Apparently they aren't too fond of you either! To your right you daft brat!'

I looked just in time to see another one of the debased ghosts throw themselves bodily at me. He hit me in the chest and sent me sprawling to the ground.

"Scheiße!" I screamed my head bounced on the pavement. The wraith pinned my arms to my sides with bear hug and made a spirited attempt to rip my throat, the freak's rotten teeth scraping against my infernally hardened flesh to little effect.

"Ewww! Get off of me!" I shouted, wriggling in its grip as my stomach revolted as the ghoul drooled over me as its blackened teeth shattered on my skin.

The ground beneath me cracked under the weight of my realised ego. With barely an effort I wrenched my arms out from its grip and revered the grapple so that I was straddling its stomach.

"Die again!" I shouted, before I slammed my fist down into its ugly face; a ring of force rolling out as I splattered its brains into the floor, green flames reducing the mess to ash.

"F-Fuck…" I swore, my chest heaving as I sat there on its corpse. "I hate undead."

"Uuuuhhhhhhh…."

Wunderbar.

Spinning around, I was greeted by a literal horde of wraiths in various states of decay shambled towards me from out of the deeper backstreets, their stench filling the place.

'Hmph, I guess whatever dragged you here wants you done in; ghosts like these barely noticed the world around 'em, and they certainly wouldn't manage to band together like this unless they were bein' controlled by someone else. They'd normally try and eat one another by now.'

I hate undead.

Spitting on the ground, a cloud of compacted dark matter engulfed my right arm and an AK-47, which I'd once again gotten off of a Yakuza I'd beaten up, formed grip first in my hand.

Bracing the stock against my shoulder like I'd been thought back in the Ascension Project, I looked down the sights of the gun at the rapidly approaching hoard of hungry dead. I couldn't help but grin savagely at the freaks, and squeezed the trigger.

The first row of hungry ghosts dropped like flies as I poured the lead into them, green fire erupting from their wounds as they fell. The alley soon began to glow green as I poured more Essence into the fight, the air growing heavy as my soul expanded around me, some of the wraiths even fled as I as I screamed in time with the bark of my gun.

More and more of the ghosts died as I ventilated them, the things dropping with barely a sound as I fired, a grin that would have made Kovacs proud.

'Fuckin-A kid! Cut the cunts down, show'em that you're not to be fucked with!" The Blood-Ape boomed as he laughed along with me.

"Go on, run!" I screamed as another few specters fled from the rapidly thinning horde

I advanced as I fired, quickly dropping the empty magazine and summoning another in swirl of darkness and slapped it into the gun, before I emptied half of it in to the crowd once again and splattered the walls with brains and gore.

A couple managed to duck under my barrage by going on all fours and lunging at me like a pair of animals. I leapt over their clumsy strike and used one of their heads as stepping stone so that I could get higher; spinning around in mid-air, I emptied the last few rounds in the gun into their backs, the air rippled as the bullets slammed them into the ground.

Rolling forward into the middle of the crowd ghosts, now cut down to around half of their original number, I dismissed the rifle back into my hoard in a cloud of darkness while summoning a pair of knuckle dusters that Mama had given for my own personal security.

'Have I ever told you how much I love your Ma? 'Cause that woman is a fuckin' delight!'

Whooping in bloodlust, I swung at the ghosts, the sound of fracturing bones echoing up and down the Dead-Umbra as I laid into them with my steel armed fists. I ducked and weaved under their blows, the spiritual pressure that was radiating from me slowing them so that they looked like flailing children.

A kick to the stomach, an Essence backed fist shattering a rib cage and a head butt that left the thing's skull a flaming mess. I was beyond this things, every blow was a death blow, emerald fire mixed in with waves pulsating force that left nothing but bloody smears.

Soon I was alone standing in the dead reflection of the alleyway, the smoking carcasses of the hungry ghosts spread out in a rough circle around me, I threw my head back and roared in triumph.

"The only good undead, is a dead undead!"

'Too right, Princess. And I've gotta say, you were fucking amazing! You cut through the whole horde of those fucks like they were nothin' to ya.'

That's because they were precisely that to me; nothing.

I spat on the ground, hitting a roasted rib-cage with a hiss, and stretched arms and legs; then I made my way to deeper into the backstreets, dismissing my knuckle-dusters as I walked deeper and deeper into what was probably going to be a long line of nightmare fuel and misery.

"Let's go and murder the fuck who brought us here, I'm fucking fed-up already." Kicking a scorched skull as I walked.

'Fuckin' A.'

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