This Dream Is Killer;; Jiyu's Intro

That had to be one of the hardest things she had ever done, but it was proven necessary after the discussion she had with maka upon returning to Black Rose after one of her recent missions. Apparently? She had changed personalities several times during the endeavour, and her kitsune thought one of those other parts of her could be extremely dangerous. Jiyu didn’t even know why this was happening, until recently she had been normal except for being part demon, now she had to figure so many new things out! Nothing was going to be solved in the guild she had belonged to, that place cuddled her and at the same time she was unnerved there, something felt off and she could never put her hand on it. “You're sure about this?” the voice was not her’s but rather that of the five foot kitsune walking beside her, carrying everything they ever owned in two rather small bags upon her back, as her guardian walked alongside her. Glancing at Makoto, for once the wizard did not answer her companion, simply moved to play with a strand of her own hair and continue walking. Kazehime had only ever been sure about a few things, the fact she had to be a mage, she felt best on ships traveling or when she was with the man she loved, and a few other odds and ends, everything else was a collection of daily confusion. Right now she couldn’t afford to think of confusion and things she did not know, the mage had convince herself she was serious about joining one of the newer guilds, one filled to the brim with pirates.


Jiyu was no stranger to pirates, she had spent seven years jumping from ship to ship, exchanging manual labor like cleaning decks or helping with the anchor or even sails, for the shelter and food she needed. Some of the ships she had often found herself on, especially as she got older and started developing? Were indeed pirate ships, some of them nicer than others, warm and rowdy places, while some were so bad she had considered jumping over board while on them. Kazehime could only hope that Black Sails would not be the kind of pirates she wanted to make walk the plank while she sailed with them! Because once upon a time she’d been incapable of jumping ship or pushing anyone over board, now her magic was strong and she could use the wind to do both. Part of the woman was terrified of this new venture, but another portion of her was extremely excited that she would be enabled once more to sail as she once had.


“You seem, happy.” this time Makoto got a reply from her mistress, the short woman turning around to look at the kitsune with a small little smile, hands behind her back. “I am.” the words left her pale pink lips in a giggle as she felt the soft land beneath her feet, still near the rim of divide island since they had just gotten off the ship they contracted to bring them here. “The ship?” the wind user nodded at her pet’s words, walking along with her hands buried in the pockets of her long, open front, sweater, which of course did nothing to cover her well developed bikini clad body. After she was settled in Black Sails? The wind user intended to go swimming, an activity she enjoyed, hobby she had picked up in her seven years traveling. “Of course, plus I’ll be able to swim around here, and there isn’t as much ruckus.” nothing against rose garden, but her sensitive ears and nose, those did make it hard to live there sometimes. Moving to a mostly uninhabited island that mostly only housed the guild she would be joining? Was a blessing for the canine.


“Now we have to find someone to take us to the guild itself.” and let them join, but that was a secondary thought really, why would they be rejected. Jiyu sighed slightly, smirking softly as she walked alongside the water, feeling it lap at her bare feet. Momentarily her search for other life was interrupted by the sight of a shell on the beach in front of her. “Pretty.” she picked up the pale purple item and debated if she was keeping it or not.

Multiple metallic clangs could be heard throughout the pocket dimension called the Void room where Cirven was training himself. His arms and legs were wrapped in the dark aura that made up his Anima Messor magic as he hit multiple metallic-like body over and over with strikes from his enhanced limbs. Each metallic body was cleaved in two one after the other to his attacks. He used both of his arms to cut the last metallic body down and then dropped his stance and took a deep breath. "This power... Why do I still crave more...?" He spoke out loud to himself while he looked down and around at the area covered in destroyed metal. He felt that the pocket dimension was the best place for him to vent as well as train alone and it did usually help him in what thoughts he had but he could not shake the thought that something was going to happen that he could not control again.

Before he lingered on the thought much more he went to the door of the Void Room and opened it where a door opened into his room and he walked back in. He then shut the door behind him and placed the lacrima which held the Void Room into his pocket. He thought that the others might think that he was missing for a bit too long but they probably understood that everyone needed their space sometimes, even if they were one of the loud ones in the group.

He made his way out of The Lair and to the outside. A scent came over his nose that he felt like he had picked up on before but couldn't think of what it was. He continued on his way outside where he saw a tailed, pointed eared girl holding a shell. He could tell that she was a demon too and from the tail she was probably a similar one to him and had already picked up on his scent.

"Yo, welcome to Divide Island." He moved closer to her slowly hoping that she was not the type to shoot and ask questions after. "Those shells are from a type of clam that is common around here. It's not bad to eat and most would even call it delicious." He stopped with around five to eight feet between them. "So another demon is wanting to join us?" He grinned at her showing his fangs to her while pulling his hair up from over his ears to show his pointed ears as well. "If my red right eye didn't help you see it along with my other differences to anyone human, I'm a demon also."

It was a little bit sad that a nearly grown woman was entranced by a simple shell, her odd colored eyes tracing it and devoting the small patterns in it’s skeleton to memory. Most of the time? It was something only a child would do, adults too corrupted by the world, they would be consumed by shame at the juvenile nature of it, but Jiyu did not seem aware of any of this, as if she did not care for it at all. In truth Kazehime didn’t give one shit how things could be considered by others, so long as she got her way and that was a feeling she had not gotten in awhile. Such a nonchalant attitude? Was something she had only done back when she was a ship rat, the person she was trying to be once more! So even just this small change in environment was enough to do something to her. That knowledge comforted the wind user more than anything, besides for Marschal of course, had managed to console her so far. After so long being startled and frightened of everything due to what had happened to her, meek and dependant on others, friendly and sweet? Jiyu had been afraid the person she once was had been destroyed beneath what she had went through, but now she was starting to believe that might not be the case. Pale finger’s picked up the shell, not really paying attention to what was said about it, most of her brain didn’t care, she just wanted the shell and nothing would keep her from it. Selfish in material terms was something she had not been in a long while. A small chuckle escaped her, earning a sideways look from makoto who had no inkling as to what her surrogate mother was thinking. Thought’s did not matter right now, only what was presently going on.


“Yo yourself metal boy.” nearly anyone would think the velvet voiced girl who held a shell before her pale mouth, actually knew the man she spoke to. However the witch had never met him before, the nickname she suddenly used, it came from what she smelled on him, a thick rusty metallic scent, laced with something bloodier and more desperate, alongside… she froze and dropped the shell, taking in his drifting scent more carefully for a split second. Something on him? Reminded the girl of dog’s, and it jolted her because he was clearly a demon. Could he be a dog demon like her?! Jiyu had never met another of her kind before, having been born outside of the demon half to her family, she had no way to track them down, despite carrying her mother’s maiden name. “Yeah.” her body trembled slightly as she bent down and picked up the shell once more, using both hands to hold it over the lower half of her face, suddenly feeling legitimately timid for a rare moment. Was it really possible she was standing in front of another dog demon? Jiyu had never particularly went searching for another of her own kind, because she figured the point was mute, yet was it possible she had found one without trying. Jiyu couldn’t recall the name of the emotion coursing through her, only the fact this made her uncomfortable, she felt like squirming in place, barely able to suppress the urge, tail swaying lightly. “What kind of demon are you?” she didn’t even realize his effort of showing her all his easily revealed demonic traits, not past her own thought’s and racing mind. After she knew if he was or was not one of her kind she’d calm down.


“It’s not like we’re having a private conversation in a private place.” the new girl did manage to catch her attention, she smelled like the island but some wooden smell clung, one that brought up memories of astrid for some reason. Jiyu seemed mostly nonchalant once more now that she’d shifted her focus, holding the shell in it’s place with one hand, still averting her gaze as she thought on what she was doing once more. The last thought in her brain was no matter where she went? Everyone was always taller than her! Cirven towered over her by almost a full foot, and the timid girl who just came up had several inches on the small mage. “Fucking hell, why are you both tall!” it was an outburst and even though she did not carry on, the girl did not look ashamed for it, makoto looking embarrassed for the five foot tall mage. Black Sails had itself a new upcoming pirate, and they had no idea how much of a hassle she could be.

Cirven could smell Euphemia getting closer to them before she got there so it wasn't a surprise or like she was bothering them at all. He would have stopped her before she got there if so. "It's fine, Eu." He called her a nickname that he had just thought up for her, something that he did for most people he was around a good amount. "I was just welcoming the new face and saw that her and I had something in common. Pretty sure she can smell it just like I can. Its not so noticeable though..." He thought on what he could do to really show what he was seeing as his regular form only really showed he was a demon but not what type of demon at all.

Before he could continue speaking to the new visitor, she let out a remark about them being taller than her which made him smile. He never really cared about his height so much for it to be a problem especially because he had dealt with things and people bigger than him in the past. "Your height has little to do with your skills. Even the tallest of giants can be brought down after all." He didn't know how his comment sounded to the others but felt like he sounded like his foster father, Iyato.

Then it hit him. He would do that to show her what he really was. "Maybe my scent is a bit masked in this form to you. Maybe if I slipped into something a bit more fitting of a demon then..?" With that said Cirven closed his eyes and suddenly the atmosphere changed around him. His magical aura changed as well as his long purple hair which turned white. His hands became human-like claws, a tail popped out from behind him, both of his eyes became red and his ears formed more wolf-like and moved to the top of his head.

"This better for you?" He smiled after the transformation finished and allowed both women a few minutes to take in the sight of his other form before changing back into his regular self. "Hope that didn't scare you or anything. I'm a different type of demon in a few ways from you I think. By the way, I am Cirven Mizune and she is Euphemia. Who are you?" Cirven put out his hand to shake Jiyu's as he spoke.

It was hard to surprise demon’s to begin with, canines, felines and such were even harder to startle, because of their hypersensitive senses. Of course Jiyu had a lesser sense of taste compared to a human, and the same sense of touch, some backdraws for her senses. However over all? She was advanced compared to a human. Jiyu listened silently as he reassured his guild-mate, reminding herself that in the future that would be part of her own job. In spite of being a rather bitchy dog, the girl could often be kind to those she cared for and guild mates for the time she was with them, well those people were automatically considered people she cared for.


“That’s easy for you to say.” the female spoke up as he mentioned height being no big deal, her own bare foot scraping against the ground. Her shortness? Was only amplified by the fact she refused to wear shoes and socks. Thought she was little happy, this was the first time someone had not taunted her after she had an outburst relating to her height or really her lack of it. “Doesn’t change the fact people have to look down to see me.” nearly everyone she encountered had to glance down to gaze at her eyes, especially if she was standing close to them. Jiyu was just glad she was not too close right now, or this man would have a clear view down her bikini top. Not that Jiyu was shy, she’d just prefer for that to not happen right now.


“Yeah my tail doesn’t go away, your lucky.” she was not startled by his transformation, considering she had her own takeover’s she would keep to herself for now. As she spoke her words? The canine remembered her tail was black just like her hair, and they might not be able to tell what it was. Kazehime controlled the movement of her tail so it swayed up to her side, resting in her waiting her palm, to display clearly what it was. Hopefully both would be wise enough not to try to touch her tail as she let it fall back down, unable to touch it very long even with her own hand, due to the sensitive nerves covering every pore of it. “I’m Jiyu and the fox is Makoto, thought she might not be staying with me, depends how things go, she’s only an infant.” she spoke freely, letting them know she was staying but if it got dangerous, Maka would vanish to a safer place for a child to grow up. “Maka good carry things!” the speech of the beast was even childlike as she laughed, turning so they could see the bags on her back. Than things took a turn.


He reached out his hand, it was a friendly gesture anyone would be wise to accept, just a simple handshake, something others did on a day to day basis! Jiyu’s hand moved forward towards his, it was slower than how a normal person would extend their hand, as if she was hesitant or small animal that would easily startle, run away if either of them moved to swiftly. Honestly? Neither of them were to blame, the girl had been through some things, it wasn’t cirven’s fault she was terrified of touching men, besides for marschal of course, she clung all over him. Kazehime tried to take his hand, struggled to convince herself this was alright, that it was all going to be okay if she touched him, if he touched her in return. However in the end she was unable to convince herself “I’m sorry I don’t-” most people wouldn’t shake hands due to being germaphobes or something, the male with his hand already outstretched had no way of knowing she was afraid of him. The wind user had backed up when she decided not to shake his hand after all, but she wasn’t watching her own movement, a dip in the sand catching her heel and causing her body to angle backwards. Jiyu felt it, she was falling, and this time she didn’t have her love there to catch her, this time there was no one she trusted to stop the fall, she was going to hit the ground and it was going to hurt. Of course there also another way thing’s could end, her arm still outstretched from when she had considered grabbing his hand. However for someone with her fear, option two might just be worse than taking the fall.

Cirven waited for the woman to tell him her name and shake his hand but she suddenly pulled away from him. She seems distraught about touching him so much so that when she pulled away she tripped up and was going to fall. Cirven acted quickly and used his magic to quickly move a slab of metal to go behind her and catch her but before he could do that someone had a different idea.

All Cirven got was a familiar scent he had caught onto while in The Lair; The scent of a cat and alcohol. Suddenly a furry eared man caught the woman and spun her around where he was behind her holding her basically like a living crutch. Cirven chuckled a bit, half impressed and half happy that someone else was able to help her other than him. The others would notice the black metal slab behind Jiyu and now Marchal as it then dispersed into magical energy.

"You beat me to it it looks like. We haven't really met though have we?" Cirven smiled back at the man. "I'm Cirven Mizune. A past member of multiple different guilds and now a member of Black Sails which if my nose has a good enough memory of, you are apart of now too." Cirven was interested in the man because of what speed he had shown. It seemed like someone Cirven could train with at some point which was never a bad thing because not many people could train with Cirven without being hurt accidentally.

"But yeah, we probably should get her into The Lair so she can become an official member of the crew or did you want to continue cuddling up with her like that while standing?"

Her world was tilted and it was also slowly spiraling out of control, panic and fear filling every crack in her body to be filled. As she fell? Jiyu realized there were only two outcomes and both were terrifying, she would fall into agonizing wounds, or maybe be touched by a man! Neither option appealed, and she bit into her lip as she closed her eyes, tensing her body for whatever damning horrible fat awaited her in a matter of seconds. However the pain or rampant searing fear she expected, neither ever shook her small frame. Instead? She felt a warm touch on her arm, forcing her eyes to open in time to see a flutter of white hair before she was yanked forward, her body colliding with someone else’s much more built form. Everything was too quick for the girl to process and swiftly she was looking at Cirve and Eu as if she had never felt, warmth wrapped around her body, something supporting her, embracing her, protecting. As her body slowed down, caught up, she inhaled, taking in smells for the first time since she had almost fell, trying to figure out why she was not freaked out by being held. “Marschal.” the thick scent of liquor was heavy around her, but she could easily detect the smaller touched of other thing’s beneath. Many people? Could smell like alcohol. Only person smelled warm as Marschal did, and that was him! Jiyu’s cheeks flushed as she realized the warmth around her was all his, he had saved her again. His voice rung through and her own velvet sound went dry for a few seconds, nearly having tears pricking the corners of her eyes as a large smile broke across her face.


“Nothing at all.” her enchanting voice finally started working again to say he was not interrupting as her tiny hands reached forward, bringing her arms with them, her shell lay on the beach forgotten as she moved to grab onto him as she always did. In second’s? Jiyu pressed herself back into him more, hands moving to grip his own larger appendages. At the moment, it seemed the only one she saw was the feline, even thought she was not looking at him, her tail wagging between them rapidly. “Marschal!” the voice was maka’s, snapping Jiyu back to her senses as the fox brushed against the side of them, rumbling happily and flicking her twin tails contently. Something crept in the corner of her mind, something off that bugged her. However? She was too happy dude to Marschal’s  presence to think of whatever was causing a rare rarge to bloom in the pit of her stomach. Normally whenever she felt rage her assertive inugami side devoured it for fuel, but this time the beast let that anger sit there.


Listening to Cirven speak with her forth soul piece refusing to devour her anger at the moment? Made an angry scowl cross her face “We can go to the lair and cuddle at the same time thank you!” No one was making her let go of Marschal and if they tried she would hurt them, the possessiveness rose, anger and rage swirling in her gut, two emotions she had not felt in their true forms for months. Something inside of her reached out and she felt the anger being siphoned away from her, her body jolting as she pressed back into her feline once more, turning her head slightly, smiling as she inhaled his scent once more. Jiyu tilted her head to look up at him, hoping to see his gorgeous golden optics, eyes tracing the scar on his face for a split second. Eu’s comment broke through, but she didn’t take her gaze of Marschal, gentle smile across her pale pink lips “He always catches me.” she chuckled it out lightly, resting her cheek closest to him against his chest, clearly force herself to move slightly from leaning on him “Let’s go then~” she chimed it in her bell tone, moving both arms to hold a single one of his. Of course her action? Would encase part of his arm in her large chest, her breasts pressed against his arm as she gripped it. Jiyu took a single step and pausing to see if he would walk too. If he was not coming back to the lair? Neither was she.


Not long after everything that had taken place on the beach, four humanoid figures and one animal made their way into the bar. Kazehime didn’t take very long to observe the scenery surrounding her, because she recognized someone right away. “Hey Anna.” the wind user spoke up with no hesitance or anything close to it, waving one hand at the coffee sipping girl, before returning that hand to Marschal’s arm.

Cirven walked into the Lair and waved to those who saw him as he was gretted by them. He was the type to talk to everyone so it was only natural that people would greet him when he entered a room, especially when it was all members of his crew. "Yo everyone! Just bringing in some fresh blood here! Make sure to introduce yourselves to her later!" He spoke out as he waved to everyone.

The crew known as the Black Sails was a rowdy bunch for the most part and they drank like they were dying in a few hours but that was just what was needed for what they were required to do. "Jiyu." He spoke out to his fellow demon. "Know what you are getting into here." He hoped that she looked around the room and scanned over everyone there to see the crew. "We are people who will steal and take on jobs just for the jewels and fun of doing it. We will make enemies out of mostly everyone and most other groups because of this. Are you fine with that?" His question didn't get much time to linger out as he felt a presence rush towards them and wrap around Jiyu.

He knew the scent of the person from a member who had joined them when Black Sails was first created but he did not recognize the person at all. He remembered the scent's name being Sakura but how she looked and how she acted was completely different from the shy girl he had seen around the Lair. "Sakura, right? Or are you something else? Doesn't matter thought because either way.." He reached out to put his hand out to grab Sakura or whoever she had become and as passive aggressively as he could help her move away. "We don't introduce ourselves to newbies that way." As he did this he would wave to Ana with his other hand and a smile on his face. "Yo Ana, just another day right?"