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Felicia Florence
Starlight Brigade
- Joined
- Jun 29, 2012
'Time to wake up Saya..time to wake.........up' Waking up after a 30-year hibernation to the soothing voice of her deceased sister Diva, that wasn't the first thing she would have like to awake to. On a long list of things to happen after breaking out of her cocoon, she would have never expected to have awakened in a location that was not her beloved old family tomb. Yes, that's right, she'd been in a cocoon for the past 30 years. Hibernating. She'd pierced the glowing lavender placenta and emerged reborn. Completely naked, covered in the revitalizing juices that kept her warm and comfortable while submerged in a vegetative state. Hair having grown as long as Rapunzel's shlopped to the floor and spewed across the ground; Soaked in the thick muck of glowing afterbirth goo.
This whole situation was odd, even by her standards. No, not the cocoon or wakikng up in her birthday suit. The fact she'd been moved from the old family cemetary's tome to an unknown location. Who had moved her and for what purpose? This didn't feel like 'home', the air around her felt foreign as she passed out of her cocoon like a newborn emerging from its mother, trying to slide to the ground somewhat gently, the goo covered mass of hair breaking her fall as she hit the ground. And like a baby fawn, she found it difficult to move, getting her footing on legs she hadn't stood on in decades. This awakening felt different from all the others during the span of her 300+ years. Immediately, something didn't sit well...usually upon waking up she'd feel a sense of euphoria. Much like how a child would react when being praised. Her slate would be clean and her memories usually wiped clean until triggered by a sight or a certain smell. Meaning, when she'd awaken after the hibernation she'd have no recollection of who she is, where she is, or what she is. Only, this time she'd awaken like only seconds had passed since she'd fallen asleep....an...unfortunately, she remembered everything that had taken place with Diva.
More Importantly, Kai, where was Kai? It seems that someone had visited recently because there, in the corner, was her Katana and an average pair of clothes (A brown dress, pink insolated leggings, cute brown heel boots, earmuffs she wouldn't be using and a pink scarf), along with a fresh towel. Deciding it was best to clean up and get dressed, Saya examined herself...."How long was I asleep?" She looked a bit older...just by a year or two, and embarrassingly enough she noticed her feminine regions had "Rounded" out since since last awakening. Becoming somewhat curvaceous and desirable to the eye, which made a streek of red flash across her face as she held her breasts in her hands, cupping them. Something she couldn't have done before. Her bBreastsnoticeably heavier and bra size has gone up to an ample D cup. When she'd gone to slip her bra on-"How they get this big!? What's the point?!" Her bust definitely had developed from a tiny B cup. Automatically, she started bouncing up and down. "How do you fight with these things?" They like to jiggle around, that's for sure. She'd have to get used to the extra weight, for now. 'What a fucking hindrance...hm.'
The rest of the outfit consisted of panties and a few family photos, and she quickly learned that her bra could be used as a hidden pocket! Perhaps these breasts did have some use after all, this extra space was good for hiding things. What was a problem though, was the lack of understanding of geography. She wasn't a freakin' cartographer, how was she supposed to know where she was!? But, as luck would have it, she noticed a small map inside of....this was a tomb but it wasn't her family tomb, this one was a lot bigger than the one she remembered. Examining the map she was shocked as her mouth nearly dropped to the ground, eyes bewildered. "ENGLAND?!"
How the hell did she get there? Fuck, that was only the tip of the iceberg. Once she made her way out of the tomb, she instantaneously responded to the cries of Chiropteran from what was a small village marked in red on the map. Whoever it was, at least they had the curtacy of hinting where she was and leaving her a change of clothes. Again, the cutesy earmuffs were for another life, she left that behind, discarding the scarf too as it was now nothing more than a hazard. Immediately she went to work, and it didn't take too long for her to dispatch of the vampiric nuance. Unfortunately, the small town had all be slaughtered by the time she'd arrived. Not a soul left in tact. Already her life was repeating a patter of destruction all too familiar. Everywhere she went, a plague of death would follow. All around her the bodies of the dead litered the grounds of a once prosperous old town. From the geographical point of view, the buildings were very very old and this town no doubt was out of the way enough where new people did not often visit.
During the battle she noticed her stamina had increased, her movements were like that of Flash Step now, and her blade cut through enemies like butter. But here lied the part that haunted her memories, something she'd normally have Red Sheild do due to the trama it would cause, beheading the infected town of humans who cling to that thin thread of life as they marinated in the bloodbath of puddles of blood scattered across the gunky wet muddied burgendy ground....she didn't have any other choice. It was like Vietnam all over again. But if she didn't kill them, the infection would spread and then the body count would skyrocket. The world would be at risk once more. "I'm sorry..."...She did what she had to do, and after she'd taken care of the grim deed, she thought practically about the situation---there were more Chiropterans out there. Fearfully, pondered the idea of what might happen if some had gotten away---the lengths she'd need to be willing to go to stop an outbreak.
"Someones been playing with Chiropteran DNA..." It was the only answer to why this was happening. Standing in the middle of town beside of fountain spewing watercolored red liquid from the deadbodies floating in the water, she started to skim over the map she had. Not paying too much attention to two figures who were observing her. "M-Master...she...she killed all of them...ever single one..." Seras had mostly been mortified by the fact this woman, dressed in seemingly normal cutesy clothing straight out of a winter catalog with hair grown down to her anckles, killed women and children, slaying them with the back of her blade before trotting off. Sir Integra had informed them of sightings of those strange new creatures that'd been killing off vampires and humans alike, now in their own backyard of England. These monstrocities were tough to kill, but taking off the head was the only thing that killed them and that within itself was difficult because if the head wasn't seperated from the body at a distance they'd just regenerate in a similar fashion to Alucard...hard bunch of fuckers, they could take an anti-tank rifle to the chest without batting an eye. Now with the appearance of this strange woman who slaughtered these nosferatu with ease, things didn't sit right with Victoria. "Sh-Should we....confront her?" Followed by a whining scared "I don't want to go down there!!! Did you see what she just did?! I'm still trying to process what I just saw!"
This whole situation was odd, even by her standards. No, not the cocoon or wakikng up in her birthday suit. The fact she'd been moved from the old family cemetary's tome to an unknown location. Who had moved her and for what purpose? This didn't feel like 'home', the air around her felt foreign as she passed out of her cocoon like a newborn emerging from its mother, trying to slide to the ground somewhat gently, the goo covered mass of hair breaking her fall as she hit the ground. And like a baby fawn, she found it difficult to move, getting her footing on legs she hadn't stood on in decades. This awakening felt different from all the others during the span of her 300+ years. Immediately, something didn't sit well...usually upon waking up she'd feel a sense of euphoria. Much like how a child would react when being praised. Her slate would be clean and her memories usually wiped clean until triggered by a sight or a certain smell. Meaning, when she'd awaken after the hibernation she'd have no recollection of who she is, where she is, or what she is. Only, this time she'd awaken like only seconds had passed since she'd fallen asleep....an...unfortunately, she remembered everything that had taken place with Diva.
More Importantly, Kai, where was Kai? It seems that someone had visited recently because there, in the corner, was her Katana and an average pair of clothes (A brown dress, pink insolated leggings, cute brown heel boots, earmuffs she wouldn't be using and a pink scarf), along with a fresh towel. Deciding it was best to clean up and get dressed, Saya examined herself...."How long was I asleep?" She looked a bit older...just by a year or two, and embarrassingly enough she noticed her feminine regions had "Rounded" out since since last awakening. Becoming somewhat curvaceous and desirable to the eye, which made a streek of red flash across her face as she held her breasts in her hands, cupping them. Something she couldn't have done before. Her bBreastsnoticeably heavier and bra size has gone up to an ample D cup. When she'd gone to slip her bra on-"How they get this big!? What's the point?!" Her bust definitely had developed from a tiny B cup. Automatically, she started bouncing up and down. "How do you fight with these things?" They like to jiggle around, that's for sure. She'd have to get used to the extra weight, for now. 'What a fucking hindrance...hm.'
The rest of the outfit consisted of panties and a few family photos, and she quickly learned that her bra could be used as a hidden pocket! Perhaps these breasts did have some use after all, this extra space was good for hiding things. What was a problem though, was the lack of understanding of geography. She wasn't a freakin' cartographer, how was she supposed to know where she was!? But, as luck would have it, she noticed a small map inside of....this was a tomb but it wasn't her family tomb, this one was a lot bigger than the one she remembered. Examining the map she was shocked as her mouth nearly dropped to the ground, eyes bewildered. "ENGLAND?!"
How the hell did she get there? Fuck, that was only the tip of the iceberg. Once she made her way out of the tomb, she instantaneously responded to the cries of Chiropteran from what was a small village marked in red on the map. Whoever it was, at least they had the curtacy of hinting where she was and leaving her a change of clothes. Again, the cutesy earmuffs were for another life, she left that behind, discarding the scarf too as it was now nothing more than a hazard. Immediately she went to work, and it didn't take too long for her to dispatch of the vampiric nuance. Unfortunately, the small town had all be slaughtered by the time she'd arrived. Not a soul left in tact. Already her life was repeating a patter of destruction all too familiar. Everywhere she went, a plague of death would follow. All around her the bodies of the dead litered the grounds of a once prosperous old town. From the geographical point of view, the buildings were very very old and this town no doubt was out of the way enough where new people did not often visit.
During the battle she noticed her stamina had increased, her movements were like that of Flash Step now, and her blade cut through enemies like butter. But here lied the part that haunted her memories, something she'd normally have Red Sheild do due to the trama it would cause, beheading the infected town of humans who cling to that thin thread of life as they marinated in the bloodbath of puddles of blood scattered across the gunky wet muddied burgendy ground....she didn't have any other choice. It was like Vietnam all over again. But if she didn't kill them, the infection would spread and then the body count would skyrocket. The world would be at risk once more. "I'm sorry..."...She did what she had to do, and after she'd taken care of the grim deed, she thought practically about the situation---there were more Chiropterans out there. Fearfully, pondered the idea of what might happen if some had gotten away---the lengths she'd need to be willing to go to stop an outbreak.
"Someones been playing with Chiropteran DNA..." It was the only answer to why this was happening. Standing in the middle of town beside of fountain spewing watercolored red liquid from the deadbodies floating in the water, she started to skim over the map she had. Not paying too much attention to two figures who were observing her. "M-Master...she...she killed all of them...ever single one..." Seras had mostly been mortified by the fact this woman, dressed in seemingly normal cutesy clothing straight out of a winter catalog with hair grown down to her anckles, killed women and children, slaying them with the back of her blade before trotting off. Sir Integra had informed them of sightings of those strange new creatures that'd been killing off vampires and humans alike, now in their own backyard of England. These monstrocities were tough to kill, but taking off the head was the only thing that killed them and that within itself was difficult because if the head wasn't seperated from the body at a distance they'd just regenerate in a similar fashion to Alucard...hard bunch of fuckers, they could take an anti-tank rifle to the chest without batting an eye. Now with the appearance of this strange woman who slaughtered these nosferatu with ease, things didn't sit right with Victoria. "Sh-Should we....confront her?" Followed by a whining scared "I don't want to go down there!!! Did you see what she just did?! I'm still trying to process what I just saw!"
