A calling on the wind

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This land was boring. There was nothing left here for here to see, use, enjoy, hell in fact she was just walking. Heading towards whatever it was that she could find was pulling her. The compass pointed and she merely followed, without rest. The bulk of her equipment was just there on her back, the sand crunching underfoot as she took to leaving this acrid wasteland behind. Every dune she managed to come up and over, it only made it that much harder for her to see an end, not with grit all around her like this. The sun wore on her but Jashin' will was to be carried out! From her pocket she read a not from a mysterious man she was unable to behead and read it over and over and over, eyes locked, not even noticing how the soft sand turned to impregnable stone beneath footfall.

(Please more to Earth)

[Celaena Kamyuja]

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[Ishin]

[Pre-Event]

The stony land was vast, if looked around there is nothing except for rocks, mountainous rocks and a coming mist. The same hunchback man was now walking as if alongside the mist, easily noticeable to Hecate the whole mist has surrounded the Jashinist. Soon even she couldn't see past her nose, the girl would be able to smell many kinds of strange stuff. Spices were evident, was someone cooking inside this mist? No, a stronger smell hit her, the smell of ammonia and long expired eggs. "Aaaaarggg!" someone spoke directly in front of her, she couldn't see who it was.

There was definitely something strange going on, the whole mist disappeared as if it never was there. Instead Hecate stood next to a ghost western town, the wind blew around the hollow streets. Only one person was before you, he wore rugged clothes, smelled like ammonia and was holding a bottle of rum. "Avast, matey! How many leagues to th' head? Me dear ol' mum, bless her black soul, always tol' me t' have a bit of a lie-down'" the man asked again, one of his golden tooth just came out of his mouth. The breath would be very paralyzing, surely Hecate has never smelled something so foul, she could recognize his hands being constantly in motion, a horse seal was among them.

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Hecate wandered at the mist forming rather suddenly, eyes peels for movement or sound of some type, maybe even something to just give her an inkling of what the absolute fuck was going on here. Smells erupted ranging from acceptable to putrid, eggs, she hated them, and they were worse when rotten. Once the mist cleared there was some man talking, much to close, and a flicker of her eyes revealed him to be doing unacceptable actions with his hands. "Tsk tsk..."

With a swift hand to her Double sided scythe vertically between her shoulder blades, whisking it around in a break neck speed. At close range it would be rather hard to dodge, the desire to lop off his head was rather prevalent, and blood would need to be spilled to atone for this grave trespassing on her mission to Jashin. With with wicked blade of her scythe snaked through the air it was quite evident she was not listening to him past word 'Matey', her travel across the sea to the land of (Claw was it) had taught her such speak was used by brash men or the stupid. She had time for neither.

Handseals be damned, she was not going to close a close quarters engouter to HANDSEALS!

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Taibu Karite "Greater Reaper"
Rank: C
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: Description
Special: —
Drawback: Leaves the user open to attacks temporarily.
Description: The user swings the scythe from behind his head to decapitate the target suddenly. This attack is fast.
Limit: Must learn from a master of the Kamashi Fighting Style, Must have Scythe, Must have Death God Stance, Must be in Death God Stance.