Community Service

"These children do seem to be on a whole different level than us... older folks, don't they" The melodic tone would state from sudden nothingness. The idle emptiness of the room that previously housed just the being Gira and her older male compatriot she played the games with suddenly flooded with something uncomfortably intense. This dark, foreboding sense of impending doom as the thin, frail woman stood behind the elder gentleman. One hand of her clawed, boney fingers wrapped around his shoulder blade gripping down softly against the fabric of his shirt, while the other hand held the man's King piece from the game they had just been playing.
Komashitsu had been scoping out nearby areas of the less-than-accepted people in Central City for some time. Her army consisted of mostly those down on their luck, and her cult grew in numbers daily from people such as this gentleman once they saw for certain precisely what she could offer. That was, however, not what brought her to this room just now. Teleporting inside of the room just behind the man, her body shrouded in condensed and harmless deactivated Hutong Mist with the vague visage of the woman Kimono visible through the smog she attempted to fill the room with. It's smell of almonds filling the air.
It was the faintest hint of a memory inside of Kimono's head. The docile being corrupted by the mist was a gentle soul when she wasn't possessed by the evil nature of the Hutong. She had friends in her previous life despite every misgiving and failure she produced to the universe. One, someone who she held to a somewhat high regard, was a stray girl she met on occasion by the name of Gira. Strong, saiyan, 'one of the good ones' Kimono's fractal mind stated boldly to Koma as she stared with a sickeningly evil grin at Gira at the table. 'If you say so. Mortals like this fail to meet my standards regularly'.

Should Gira recognize Kimono, it would be hard to tell. The previously muscular, though atrophied girl who sat in her wheelchair and enjoyed desserts was long since beyond her normal appearance. Standing now aloft two jet black mist-created legs akin to her previously shown variants, her uncomfortably thin frame was accented by the numerous new wounds and battle scars across the woman's partially visible neck and chest. The sweater she wore was thick, looking like a coat on the emaciated woman, and her sunken in face and blonde hair featuring something that was not there before during the last meeting between the two. Her left eye normal, glowing a faint pink in the bellow of the mist, while the other was black with red sclera, glowing a dark shade in opposition. Even though it looked like Kimono before her, it wouldn't be hard to ascertain the fact that the original woman was gone. 'Please don't hurt her. She's good, a righteous person-'

"So, you're Gira, yes?" The unfamiliar voice would speak through parted lips, crushing the King piece in her hand and rubbing her stomach area as pangs hit her, her previous stab wounds from her latest encounter still aching under the foreign flesh she inhabited. "Kimono speaks highly of you. Strong, confident, a truly good person through and through-" The woman spoke once more, sliding her hand to the neck of the old man who likely would be terrified of the situation. The sharp, knife-like nails of Komashitsu rubbing against his skin without damaging it. "-Something to admire indeed. Normally you flesh-things are too selfish to bother enough to care for one another. It's a surprise to see you here entertaining the mind of this man. He's already one foot in the casket, and another ready to slip right in. It's a shame indeed, his wisdom... It could have been for good use, had he not soured with mortality." She would motion as if to slit his throat but refrained, her tongue lightly sticking out from between her teeth in anticipation. Just what kind of person would this Gira be. "Please old man, explain this to me. What joy do you get out of life by continuing this feeble existence? Becoming a funnel of depression for those around you. Are you intent to suffer yourself and others into pity?"

Her soft voice, elegant and yet horrifying continued to attest her challenge of wit to Gira and the old man, slowly lowering her head to be beside his, her eyes staring at Gira as she would. "It IS a pity, isn't it miss? That someone like him can be so fragile. It's as if I could touch him and crack his bones. He was born to die in this world, yet as he comes closer and closer to the end of his cycle, he looks less like a human and more like a precious artifact lost to time."

Watching the cogs click into place for Gira as she figured out what was going on amused Komashitsu. Her hands gripping and drawing blood from herself setting off that disgusting primal instinct inside the body of Kim that the older demon never could get away from. The smell of copper in the air from the blood causing her mouth to water. 'Filthy' her mind poking and prodding at the fractal of Kim remaining inside. 'The fact you enjoy that is sickening'.
'Y-You don't understand, I don't enjoy anything. It's-'
'Yeah yeah, shush so I can handle your little friend here'
As the mental quandary died down, the smiling entity behind the man would remove her grasp from his shoulder, turning to him for a moment in curiosity before looking back at Gira. "Oh, don't fret child. I have no intentions on hurting anyone. Much less something so... glass-skinned as this one. I feel as if just a stiff breeze could do the job for me." She would state, placing both of her hands by her hips and cocking her head to the side, waiting for Gira to blink before dislocating herself from space, reappearing to the side of the table the two original occupants sat at, her head now in her hands and sitting on the closest available furniture. "Contrary to my outward appearance, I'm actually quite docile compared to the one you're familiar with in this cadavre. She's psychotic when she lets that stupid miasma take hold of her emotion. Couldn't be me, I harbor far too much baggage to let this stuff tell me what to do." Her little show would imply a willingness to comply with peace, even if her form and Ki was ungodly and obviously corrupted. Even the non-Ki adept may even feel the sheer discomfort from her presence. Odd, yet vibrantly powerful.

"That, and I don't think I could square up against the likes of you in a one-on-one bout. This body limits my capacity unless I wish to rip it to pieces opening portals to HIS domain." She would admit, receding her mist to her body once more, it's vapor forming as a paper-thin sheet of protection lying about her body before seeming to disappear. The coloration turning clear and invisible to the naked eye. Protection for the body she was stuck inside. "You are quite something indeed... So young, you look like you just now became an adult, yet here you are at tiers comparable to even that Namekian Saiyan fellow that I fought on Arcose. The 'Guru' of the slug people hits pretty hard. I imagine you probably would just as much." Her eyes darting across the room analyzing precisely where she teleported herself into in the first place, she would turn back with a less evil grin, more akin to a simple, calming smile across the monster's face. Timid appearing, like a helpless civilian. "I sensed you, your aura leaves a rather intense trail I must say. I fully intended to come here and preach my beloved sermon to the helpless individuals living here today, but I didn't expect to find someone quite like you... She remembers you, you know. A good friend." Komashitsu would tap her temple with one boney finger, motioning as if though Kim was still somewhere inside. "Not that she can speak much. Her cousin decided to, lets say, free up some space in here for me."

Teleporting again in seemingly an instant, she would flit to the other side of the room. Now leaning against the wall while staring out an adjacent window peering back out into the city, not even focused on Gira and leaving herself open, she would finish her retort. "I came here because I was curious. Curious as to what a Saiyan is doing assisting the unloved sides of society. I help the homeless find meaning, build protected neighborhoods under the streets in the sewer systems with Yokai guards keeping everyone happy and fed. Then, in return I get loyal soldiers willing to do anything to help me achieve my goal. What do YOU gain from this. I know you pride yourself on being some sort of hero, everyone claims to be one until it matters most, so what precisely are you benefiting from this arrangement? Pride?" She would ask, her tone far colder and more oppressive, disappearing and reappearing once more behind the old man with her hand to his neck. Despite her claims not being here to hurt anyone, it was obvious she wanted to talk and would find ways to do so. "Or are you so caught up in your own heroics that you're actively trying to HELP these people?"

"Oh ho ho" The voice of the woman would state at the outburst by Gira. The sheer force of will, the raw energetic belief in her cause, it was all commendable. She had to give credit where credit was due, the woman truly did believe what she espoused to others. The tone of her voice alone spoke volumes. "Let's not get too hasty. There's people here after all. We wouldn't want to accidentally harm anyone who didn't deserve it now would we?" Taking this time to plot an escape if necessary, Komashitsu's smile would drop to a cold, blank stare, the thin veins of the obscured black eye glowing a more visible dark color. "Let's call it here, I don't want to drive you to do something you may regret. I may not be as good hearted as your kind, but I'm not a monster. Even I have standards."

Letting go of the man, clearly seeing the ineffective nature of using him as a pawn, she would take a step to the side with her arms wide open, each palm flayed to show each boney finger of Kimono's hands. If Gira wanted to take any chance to take the woman out or remove her from the building, this would be her moment, but before she could act, the demon would speak again. "It's clear you're doing more for these... people, than I could. They likely wouldn't make very useful pawns due to their age regardless of the situation, so I am willing to forfeit my endeavor here. If you still want to attack me or whatever it is you want to do, now is your chance. Hit me with your best shot, because you'll need it. My kind have a tendency to come back from virtually everything. The whole reason I am inhabiting your friend's body here is because I wasn't from the mortal realm before I took over. If you send me back to the otherworld, I'll just be right back, in another victim, and you'll just add another head to this being's hitlist." She would finalize her statement, preparing herself for whatever may come her way. She could not fully anticipate whatever Gira may be planning, but she knew whatever the hit may be, it would hurt. A LOT. Best to be prepared now.

"If you want Kimono freed from this mortal coil, strike me down now. Otherwise, let's take this outside and have a little... chat."

Seeing the saiyan woman stand down even if for a moment, Komashitsu smirked just a corner of her lip as she held back her enjoyment. It was a nice change of pace to have a sort of modicum of control in a situation, especially around those who deeply cared for others. She could cause havoc with little issue, but Gira here would not risk harming an innocent life. Perfect...

"Good, then let's take this somewhere secluded. Away from prying eyes, prying ears... prying brains" She would state coldly, politely offering her hand to the girl in a stereotypical princess manner, her palm upright to accept Gira's hand if she so chooses to accept. "Take my hand, I promise it will not be a trick, or if you feel most comfortable, you can track the signature my spark gives off."

Taking the moment to allow her to decide, whether she took her hand or not she would begin to teleport herself and anyone touching her to the roof of a nearby high rise building, her faux feet settling into the gravel of the rooftop while her energy finally bellows out around them, free from her withholding breath. "Baaaaaah, holding in from smothering that room was like stopping your breath entirely. It is nice to be outside once more..." She would exhale deeply with a pained sigh, popping the bones in her neck and hands as she cycled her magic around her, formulating the mist into hard-light creations resembling chairs, tables, umbrellas, and various other relaxation goods, complete with a fluffy pillow that is quite literally as soft as a cloud. "Take a second, the spacial relocation can be jarring to those who aren't familiar with it. Removing yourself from space itself and putting yourself back can be... disorientating." She would confirm, rubbing her own stomach from it. It was not a skill of her own, it was something she borrowed from Kimono during her time inside of the girl's body, and it was evident as she still struggled to repeatedly use it without vomiting from the vertigo. "Much less, the inaction confusing the mind. It's one thing to anticipate falling or flying to somewhere. Just ending up there out of the blue is something different."

Settling down into a mist-formed chair and flipping her hand in front of her, a glass of an odd red liquid appearing in her hand from seemingly nowhere, the demon took a sip while she awaited Gira's reaction. "My apologies for being rather... rough with your friend. Sometimes, I've learned that people have to be treated a little bit less gentle to have a proper conversation with them. After fighting so many random mortals since my arrival, I've become quite cautious of you super powered freaks of nature who parade your uncomfortably high power. Just feeling your Ki can be smothering when too close, you know." She would comment while sipping, trying to at least partially explain her situation. "Between you, that Rhuba fellow, the remnants of that Cyborg who wandered into my citadel wanting the Mazoku, and whoever else tries something, I'm not exactly batting a thousand as you mortals say. This fleshy prison limits exactly what I can do..."

Poking and prodding at the body of Kimono, squeezing a bit of flesh here or there and flapping it around as if she was some sack of meat on bones, the demon would sigh again, content with whatever comes next. "I'm sure you're curious why I dragged you out here. Aside from giving you the opportunity to kill me whenever. I consider that to be a free gift, a token of my trust that you're better than that."

Gira's stomach contents promptly polluted a poor house plant as she recovered from the disgustingly stomach wrenching teleportation, causing Koma to chuckle lightly at the entire endeavor. Her outburst afterwords even more hilarious to the demonic entity. Oh how she missed these mortals and their average yet verbose actions.

"If I had warned you beforehand, it wouldn't have been as amusing." She chuckled with one hand raised to her mouth, trying to cover the smile 'innocently' with a certain hilarity to her noise. She watched and listened to Gira's prattle about morals and depravity, before making the declaration that amused Komashitsu even more. A threat of exorcism. Quaint.

"As fun as I find your beating me out of this body, I'll have to decline the offer. The Guru of Namek only managed to knock me out when he tried, the best you'd get to do is kill me and the vessel. Judging from the fact that you haven't put a city block sized hole in my existence, I'm to take it that this isn't precisely on the table for now..." She would state coldly, brushing her hair from her face before raising one of the Mist-formed cups to her lips, drinking the crimson-colored liquid softly before continuing. "That's good though, death does neither of us any good. I spend another six months finding a new body, you live with the guilt that you murdered a poor woman. Pointless."

Flicking her wrist to the side and allowing the mist to form around into a miasma of thick purple vapor clinging close to her palms, Koma's mind linked with the substance and began to form little figurines on the table. These moving magical creations were crude, but heavily detailed despite the lack of color except for the swirl of purples and pinks. First was the depiction of Maxsuz, then Marimba, third was Yangcong, and finally Sen. The four walking about the table, bumping into each other as they did.

"I'm not sure if you were aware of this, Gira, but our shared friend Kim here was a bit of an active little girl before she got... cocky." Koma's voice inclined to something of surprise, feigning ignorance of the history between Kim and the Mazoku. It was likely that Gira was at least aware of the relationship her friend had with the clan of the Namekian demons. "She worked as an associate of these Mazoku. False demons, give the rest of us a bad name. I guess the better term for her was mercenary, she did really like fighting for money." She would continue. "The reason I'm even in here to begin with was partially due to the Mazoku and their failed attempt at attacking Arcose. We were there, both her and I. Kim's job was to be a distraction while the rest went about stopping the power houses. They were fools. Yangcong was killed, Sen was killed... it's a miracle that Kim was attacked by Nero and the larger saiyan woman. Relative pacifists in comparison to the rest of them." As Koma spoke, the figurine of Sen and Yangcong burst into puffs of mist implying their demise, while the figures of Marimba and Maxsuz turned in surprise. Koma's own mind meld with Kimono remembered her data on the Mazoku before Kimono had even joined. The prior management, the old guard before the rise of the current echelon. "The remnants of that failure state left her to die, much like they left and abandoned Yangcong and Sen. Much like how they left and abandoned their own people under the rule of the victors. I swept in and took Kimono to safety to ensure my bloodline does not die off with her. They remain in hiding as cowards of their former glory, corrupted by a leader who knows not the truth behind the matter. We both know the Mazoku was under better leadership at one point... At one point. And now with the return of certain... figures from the old Mazoku, it's become an annoying knife in the nerves. My intel tells me that the Hoken plans something. What, I don't know. Furthermore, a punisher from beyond the grave prowls seeking vengeance from those who wronged him and I am inclined to assist the man."

Having finished her vague, yet detailed explanation, the figure of Sen would reform back from the mist on the table before her and stamp the ground angrily as it's high pitched, squeaky voice spoke nonesense words and started hitting Maxsuz and Marimba's figurines in frustration. If Gira paid attention, it should be relatively easy for her to determine precisely who it was Komashitsu was talking about.

"When I felt your energy, I felt it was probably a good idea to seek your... I guess you'd call it your council. Troubling times are afoot and I fear I may not be the main driving force of this body for much longer." Koma's eyes flickered as if to show her own waning strength on the body. The red strings of fate pulled at her like those of a puppet... Meara would have her way, it seemed. "All of your disagreements you may have with me aside, I'm sure you've seen the news regarding Kimono when she went on her mayhem sprees. When she returns to this vessel, I cannot guarantee what she will do. While I'm less than desirable, she's outright villainous. The Hutong makes her do things only the wretched and vile would consent to, even I have limits here. I can't say for certain if she will turn against these newfound enemies, or rejoin them as friends and end up doing something far worse in the long run."

Looking back at Gira, stern and unwavering in her view to the girl, she would state coldly and blatantly what she was wanting to discuss properly.

"I do not do this lightly, much less from the hands of some mortal child... But I need your help. Your help keeping her safe if Mear- If Kim does take back over. Even if it means you have to beat her into submission. I've been fostering her spark, the essence of her mist. By the time she takes back over, she'll be leagues stronger than the last time you met her, but even then I doubt she will be strong enough to hold back the violent tendencies for long. If she joins the Mazoku, or anyone in that ilk for that matter, it'd be a swift and righteous cause to put her as deep into a hospital's emergency ward as your can manage without killing the girl."