@PerseusArchean@Ace of flames01
"Thank you." said Yuki to the werewolf.
She was used to switching weapons on the fly, though she had to admit that carrying all of them at once was a bit of a chore. Yuki had tucked the gun in her sweater, and hid two of the short blades in her sleeves. The staff was strapped onto her back, while the last small blade was carried in her tight grip. Her fighting style was not technically meant to be a fighting style. As one would expect from the goddess of dance and dawn, she fights with dancing movements. While a normal person would find such a style to be unnecessarily simple and overcomplicated, Yuki did not. Having been taught by her Japanese goddess of a mother on its application, Yuki knew how to use it effectively.
She stood by Rhona for a moment, listening to what the deity had planned. It was to simply protect those who could not fight, and those who must be protected. Yuki liked that plan. The dance and dawn goddess walked forward, not far from the circle, and placed herself in a relaxed posture. Though some would question why, it was a stance that allowed her to move nimbly, swiftly, and flexibly, while allowing herself to perceive situations much more easily, and react accordingly.
Things had been going so peaceful since the Zombie plague. Then the aliens showed up, and made a mess of things. Now, instead of everyone screaming in excitement and joy while dancing to her music, like she had PLANNED for, the humans were screaming in fear and agony while running from a bunch of aliens. Claire contemplated attacking them, but thought against it, as she had no idea why these guys were here in the first place.
In which case, Claire intended to find out. The plan was simple: Walk up to them, avoid their attacks as well as conflict, and ask them what in the hell they were doing here on earth, attacking people that were quite clearly fleeing from them, for seemingly no reason. Now, if she had planned to stay in her human form, like she had with the Zombie thing, then that plan wouldn't go so easily. It'd eventually get done, but it'd take quite a while. So, she opted to stick with her more goddess-like look, which she had hoped would have them hesitate long enough for her to approach and ask her questions.
She inhaled deeply as she stepped into the outside air. As she did, the light around her began to bend and shimmer, while the darkness began to crawl and slither. When she exhaled, music flowed from her breath.
This music would grow loud as she approached the aliens. Her form changed from that of a young woman, to that of a goddess. Her form was tall and towering, her features shrouded and unseen, save for her eyes that held no pupils, but a single color. The light around her became like that of an aurora, flowing around and from her. the darkness clumped together in small bits, forming shadowy crickets that hopped when she took a step, and chirped when she willed them to.
Claire...no. A goddess stood before them, and paused. She stared at the alien lifeforms for a moment, and then spoke,
"I am the Nashaph Mousike, Goddess of the Dusk and Music. I have come to ask of your intentions here, as well as why you're attacking these people."
Her voice was different as well. The to,boyish tone had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a deeper, stoic, but still womanly one.
"Thank you." said Yuki to the werewolf.
She was used to switching weapons on the fly, though she had to admit that carrying all of them at once was a bit of a chore. Yuki had tucked the gun in her sweater, and hid two of the short blades in her sleeves. The staff was strapped onto her back, while the last small blade was carried in her tight grip. Her fighting style was not technically meant to be a fighting style. As one would expect from the goddess of dance and dawn, she fights with dancing movements. While a normal person would find such a style to be unnecessarily simple and overcomplicated, Yuki did not. Having been taught by her Japanese goddess of a mother on its application, Yuki knew how to use it effectively.
She stood by Rhona for a moment, listening to what the deity had planned. It was to simply protect those who could not fight, and those who must be protected. Yuki liked that plan. The dance and dawn goddess walked forward, not far from the circle, and placed herself in a relaxed posture. Though some would question why, it was a stance that allowed her to move nimbly, swiftly, and flexibly, while allowing herself to perceive situations much more easily, and react accordingly.
Meanwhile...
Things had been going so peaceful since the Zombie plague. Then the aliens showed up, and made a mess of things. Now, instead of everyone screaming in excitement and joy while dancing to her music, like she had PLANNED for, the humans were screaming in fear and agony while running from a bunch of aliens. Claire contemplated attacking them, but thought against it, as she had no idea why these guys were here in the first place.
In which case, Claire intended to find out. The plan was simple: Walk up to them, avoid their attacks as well as conflict, and ask them what in the hell they were doing here on earth, attacking people that were quite clearly fleeing from them, for seemingly no reason. Now, if she had planned to stay in her human form, like she had with the Zombie thing, then that plan wouldn't go so easily. It'd eventually get done, but it'd take quite a while. So, she opted to stick with her more goddess-like look, which she had hoped would have them hesitate long enough for her to approach and ask her questions.
She inhaled deeply as she stepped into the outside air. As she did, the light around her began to bend and shimmer, while the darkness began to crawl and slither. When she exhaled, music flowed from her breath.
This music would grow loud as she approached the aliens. Her form changed from that of a young woman, to that of a goddess. Her form was tall and towering, her features shrouded and unseen, save for her eyes that held no pupils, but a single color. The light around her became like that of an aurora, flowing around and from her. the darkness clumped together in small bits, forming shadowy crickets that hopped when she took a step, and chirped when she willed them to.
Claire...no. A goddess stood before them, and paused. She stared at the alien lifeforms for a moment, and then spoke,
"I am the Nashaph Mousike, Goddess of the Dusk and Music. I have come to ask of your intentions here, as well as why you're attacking these people."
Her voice was different as well. The to,boyish tone had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a deeper, stoic, but still womanly one.
