[center][h1][color=cyan]Kanbaru Otoko[/color] [/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]


In her present state Kanbaru knew neither shame nor reluctance. Individuality was a bygone concept as she and the JSTR pushed themselves into a state of frenzy. Power enough to make most drunk was surging as though through veins she no longer had, and Kanbaru didn't give it a second thought. Power was a means to an end, at most it was a birthright that her family had disdained in their pursuit of the only thing that really mattered in any world one called home. 

Connections. Whether one called themselves her enemy or her lover, a bond was formed joining Kanbaru to another. There were those she hated with an all encompassing passion and she cherished them for it. There were those she loved so deeply their loss makes her ache forevermore. Power was a tool, and position was merely a bargaining chip to entice or dominate. The mindset was in line with the JSTR's own in some regards, the parasite ever spreading it's influence, bringing more and more into its fold. 

And now they saw Nephy as one to bring in, so Nephy would be brought to heel. There was no question of possibility, as even were they alone Kanbaru would have made it happen. But she wasn't alone, the party fighting like the monsters in mortal skin this Tower had made them into and the whale comprised of fathomless waters could only smile as spears and wolves degraded all around her. 

[color=cyan][i]"You make such sweet promises, Mastephos, but I already bare another's collar and yet another's ring. You will have to settle for wearing my leash yourself."[/i][/color] In a world of data, the JSTR was subordinate to very few and made this clear as even Runa's once impressive spears turned to scraps of code by presence alone. Kanbaru had bigger ideas, a hand of water snapping around the haft of Runa's weapon.

Every Runa was Runa. A walking Schrodinger's Cat, but each was as real as the next, and that applied for everything she carried. This spear was both original and copy, so Kanbaru took the fullness of JSTR's authority and plunged it into the weapon, overwriting the ties that connect it to Runa and supplanting her with Kanbaru. 

Every spear was a spear. A soul bound weapon that answered the call of its master regardless of how many there were or what was asked of it. That Master was going to be Kanbaru and she'd see how Mastephos enjoyed eating a weapon a bit thicker then a katana when they turned upon the hand that held them.