Gods & Nekos & Death, Oh my! (Private/Chaoris)

After her made escape in the night from Magnolia, it made the most sense to travel far far away from the town and hide into a town where she could blend in with much ease. Either disguise would have done her well, but upon her travels she'd come across some rather interesting information. Normally, she'd had laughed and brushed it off, but the idea of the recognition from killing something like the supposed being from these rumors only made her much more convinced that she had to do it. From Oak to Era even, very few but promising.. victims had shared what they knew. From all of her information gathered, she had come to piece together some supposed god who was summoned by the mere mention of war. One managed to call him by the name of Chaoris, but... with a slit throat it was hard to really say in a way that could have summoned him to the murderous neko. Be it that she found followers, believers, fanatics, or maybe just conspiracy nuts, it's just a few less whack jobs in the world to deal with, so there wasn't any real issue or problem with her having killed them. If anything, she may have angered him and could goad him into coming after her. Nothing more than murder and an extra free meal out of it.

As Aoi got comfortable in the smaller town of Oshibana, she had made her way around. She wanted to get a little more familiar with the area before she fought... mostly that she'd never been to Oshibana and her blind eyes needed to adjust to the various things. "This town is overly complicated... Too many small buildings, smallers alleys. How's a girl supposed to comfortably murder someone in an alley and not get dirty?~" With a sigh and shrug, she headed around until she found a larger of the smaller alleys and gave a stretch. "This alley is gonna be better than most... Alright, so if I'm nyot crazy, then saying this fake little gods name won't do anything but prove you have very... radical morons. So, Chaoris. Why nyot show yourself to someone with a better attunement to blood than even a god." With a small grin, her ears would wait to play her eyes, remaining still to her blindness. Letting that speak for itself, she would show him how it felt to be slain by the Queen of the demon felines.

For a moment everything was quiet. There was no sound aside from the few people passing by the alley. With a little bit of light pacing just to assure that a person wouldn't try to sneak up on the blind neko, she had let her abilities do the talking for her. However, it hadn't taken much time at all before she'd been "approached" in a sense by a booming voice. It's first echoing word made her muscles twitch as truthfully, she mostly always had jumped at being spoken towards. Though, this time it was the fact this surprising voice was so loud that she had come to be agitated towards it.

Leaning against the wall, the blind neko took one step, finally spotting the one person within the confines of their alleyway. With her arms folded at her chest, she smirked and gave a chuckle to her being called a 'blasphemous fool'. "Nyahaha! The loud mouthed sound of a heretic is more amewsing than I furrrst thought. Any longer, and I might have thought slitting a few fanatic losers would help coax you into revealing yourself." Her reply came with a smirk, mostly within the limits of confidence and cockiness. "How can one claim to be a god, if they can't stop one little kitty from killing more than a few I've gone out of merry little way to do~" Looking into his direction, or where she last "sensed" him to have been standing, she would just wait and see as to what would happen in her bluffing. Then again, she'd killed numerous people before, who knew if any of them were actually members and she just hadn't known it.

At first, there was a small bit of respect forming for this man. Gaining power simply off of the acts of others, though as cowardly of an act for not doing so himself, those that can still gain from the loss of someone else anywhere was surely something to fear-- for most. Aoi on the other hand, well she was much too stubborn for that. Her ears did their best to try and keep where he'd most likely be while he was making steps in her still position while he'd speak.. or rather yell to her. With one shift in a sentence he spoke, that slowly forming respect shattered and her dead eyes narrowed in a glare. Almost hidden within the attire and black shading of her hair sat a black cover with a weapon hidden underneath. Her hand would reach up and pull the covered weapon off of her back where the cover would unveil the pink sword to Chaoris' eyes. "Nyow nyow... Name calling is such a cheap, childish act." She mocked, placing the blade of Turan on the open palm of her other hand. "My set of skills are better suited for more just combat. Just learning a purrrfect technique of torture, causing so much pain from the inside of the body with only the tiniest scratch and a drop of my own blood." A smirk formed on the blind nekos face as she recalled the memories of the sound of Aven's screams, enough so to make her giggle. "So tell me, Chaoris. Do mew draw power off of those in great suffering as well? Or just off of the 'weak' that die by my hand? Because, anyone who dies to a blind assailant... very well may have hung themselves." Taking one step finally, she'd fix her eyes on where Chaoris would be standing at and then resting the pink blade to her side. "Nyow, did mew come to fight, or did you want to discuss ideals and make an offer with the feline devil?" She'd grin, waiting for his reply and waited for him to make the first move. What more she'd do would quickly tap her foot on the ground, causing a black cloud like mist in a circular shape to appear around herself. However, it didn't cloak her one bit, but she stood in the center of it without moving an inch, wanting him to come for her unless he truly took up her alternate option.

The grinning neko soon ceased as she listened to the false profit seeing through her act of trying to goad him into attacking her. It was.. interesting to hear honestly. A very self absorbed, cocky male not wanting to prove his strength after being belittled by a blind person? It was becoming clear that Chaoris was a little more interesting than she had given him credit for, but it wasn't enough to persuade her to drop on her knees like a praying religious fanatic and start worshiping. Not in the slightest even. A small smile had formed as he had finally sounded like he was going to attack her. Aoi's eyes bugged suddenly as the blasting shot from a gun fired, hitting her chest before being blown up and sent back several feet and then hitting the ground. She laid there, her chest cavity nearly exposed. Several pieces of her rib cage gone, showing organs to Chaoris if he came up.

Silence came over the alley for a moment before a small chuckle broke it. A second passed and she had started to laugh a little more until she broke out in a maniacal laughter. "NYAHAHAHA!! How invigorating!" The blind neko yelled out before she started to move slowly sitting up while she felt over the damage done. "My my. Rather cowardly to shoot a blind girl, but the explosion got me rather excited~" Her body would begin to seem to quickly regenerate the muscle and skin lost, but the damage had already been done for sure. "If you plan to do this the whole fight, I don't really think it'll be much fun for either of us." With the raven haired girl back onto her feet now, she had wiped a small bit of black blood that trailed from her mouth before she spat in his direction, the blood landing surprisingly close to him. With the snap of her fingers, the blood would explode, consuming Chaoris' body in the large blast. "This little Kitty is more than just looks~" She giggled, panting lightly even as she had tried to get over the blasting gunshot to her still healing chest.