A terrorist has made his home base an old, abandoned opera building. He is known as a madman who fights dirty. The only known information on his tactics is how brutal and complete his reign of terror has been. Bodies are found mutilated beyond recognition, with his signature of "art" and a comedy mask, either smiling or crying, on the victim's face. His latest was a governor. You are to infiltrate his base and take him down. Be careful, he is a dangerous individual who has killed lesser Paladins.
Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +2 rp Credits
Yua could only wonder about what perfection was. She didn't really believe that such a state or object could be perfect. Everything in life had a flaw or many flaws. She wasn't a perfect being and never wanted to be such. Perfection meant that there was no way to grow and get better. She wanted to have the potential to continue her growth through people she met and encounters that she had. That was to be her path to continue on. With a lost purpose, the android decided to find her own, and she found the best way was likely to live for herself and what she valued.
Not many androids could realistically achieve this status. Perhaps it was better to call this awareness instead. She honestly couldn't say, not without consolation with those she had encountered. The android place her left arm on the balcony of her one bedroom apartment and blew out the smoke from this cigarette. Last one from the pack and her last smoke. She understood, of course, why organics got hooked. Luckily what Lilim gave her didn't crave the nicotine that the cigarettes provided. Or at least what these cheap ones did.
Her thoughts turned to that demon she met, the one with the wolf head axe. She wondered what his purpose was, but he'd left after the brief scuffle. He'd called her weak and directionless. That she and the Paladins weren't worth his personal time. He pulled his host back, and with them the rest of the demons. Normally this wouldn't have gotten to her. But her fist clenched now as she thought about it, as pain receptors went off in her ears and face.
She let them. Anger rolled along the Paladin's thoughts. Yua didn't think she was weak. She hadn't thought she was. Doubt was not an emotion that she enjoyed. Yua suspected organics didn't like this one, either. Her frown halted as she pushed the question away. Her comfort had been shaken, but she thought about the subject further. Yua had survived. Yua had stayed intact. Yua, Wriggle, and Anna made it out alive. There were still positives to the situation. They repelled the invaders and Yua received her rank up.
Her new mission needed the android to calm down and focus. Kata Joseph, an Earthling criminal that had worked with the Steel Legion had created a back-up of his human brain before he was turned into a machine. Yua had tried to catch him a few times when on Earth. He eluded her enough. It seemed that this time, he stayed in the same spot this time. The mission was handed to her only because they couldn't afford another loss, they'd said. Yua's mind had already rejected that theory. They wanted her to die if they couldn't have her information.
She pulled her hand out and looked at her palm. Red from the stain, just like a human's. Yua closed her eyes and placed her palm to her forehead. She vanished and appeared next to her contact, who already knew she was on her way. He flinched a little, but didn't try to say much. Yua's dark expression told him to be brief.
"Still inside. He's been playing an organ while here waits-"
Yua looked at him and replied quietly, "That's a grand piano. It's fine that you don't recognize it. I've been told you never left Avalon." The guy chuckled a bit nervously, but she dropped it and nodded her head. There android's eyes turned dirty blonde as she stepped passed the guy and into the space between the hall and the stairs. The place just wasn't abandoned, it was still clearly lived in. At least, before the psycho got here. Blood painted the walls, in ways that probably would have made any normal person hurl. It was like it was paint. The red-brown still held its metallic smell.
From the doorway, she heard her contact whisper, "Last victim was a governor. He's threatened to get someone higher. I think he's wanted a certain Paladin. We can't figure it out. Please try to come back alive." Yua's eyes widened before her expression hardened. Did he want her to be the one to come here? She shook her head and then moved forward. Yua placed her hand on the handle of her sword, her other hand on the scabbard. Her scythe was on her back, because it wouldn't really be useful in tighter spaces. Then she heard the piano, and her brow furrowed.
"Oh my dear Yuna," came the voice over the intercom, "Ah, finally, I can have a new piece to add to my art. Come to the auditorium. I've disabled the traps that are on the way there. I can't wait to meet that little girl I met in the village so long ago…" A chill ran through the android on a strange level. It wasn't Yua herself that shivered. It was the girl that she contained. Yuna was chilled to her core, by a voice from her past. "Oh my… I had thought that you'd let Yuna take over. She was my little play thing after all. I did my best to destroy her mind… and so much more."
“Silence,” Yua’s voice rang out, but nothing returned. A sound snapped off, and she guessed that was the intercom. The sick creep thought that he could get to Yuna, but the android didnt believe it. Not at first. Yuna’s always came up against her consciousness, but even now, she didn’t feel her. She had retracted, and the usual rage and anger had slipped away. Not anything seemed to remain, so the android halted. She looked for Yuna, and found what she sought: a scared little girl, in a corner, her hands on her head, and curled into herself. Shredded clothes lay about her, and Yua put together what had happened.
The android placed a hand out for comfort, but the girl, all made of the red substance that let her creep up on Yua normally, scrambled away in a mad dash and went for another corner. The recesses of her mind were usually filled with pride and anger, was now a small room. Too big to a shed, she guessed this was more or less the size of a small, one person apartment? She looked back down at the scared girl that Yuna had become. Ah, so this was why she always seemed so angry. Her anger was a barrier against the pain that she never got to really sort through. Words scrawled on the walls were different. Yua didn’t want to repeat them. Yuna looked to be young…
“This sick fuck,” Yua started as she regained herself. She was not about to let this man torture her emotional rock any longer. Fuck the pretense and the caution. The android turned to the wall and shoved her bare fist through the wall and fired a huge blast through the crumbled opera house wall. She heard it strike a sort of barrier, before that intercom came on again.
“Now, now,” came the voice. “Yuna is the one that comes to play, not the emotionless machine. You are no fun to mess with. I want her to kill me. I won’t be satisfied until I get more entertainment.” Yua pressed through the hole she made and saw that she had blown the door into a barrier that was controlled at four points. Her eyes moved to each and the voice spoke again, “Please, don’t do it. It’s for both our protection. Wouldn’t you rather Yuna take her own revenge?”
The android looked down at him in disbelief. Her eyes, normally crimson, quickly shifted to dirty blond, along with her hair, as she had disengaged that when she searched for Yuna earlier. Yua, without any crimson jagged lines, brought her hand up and summoned out the scythe. The reaper’s scythe. Her reaper’s scythe, as she stared at one of her own kind. He was not nearly as well put together as Yua, though that was no surprise. Juturna was excellent at her craft. This was certainly a rush job.
Yua started to move down towards the madman…
The Kata played his piano softly to lure in those that were curious. He was brutally efficient, because of how shoddy the work looked. He liked it that way, he got better victims day by day. The dums from the streets usually painted his halls with brilliant colors when their life liquid flowed. He saw it as art. How could it be anything but art? The spray was never the same, and neither was the method. Strangulation, throat slit, neck snap, sword stabs, and worse. He worked like a professional. But most of his art was made by the Paladins that had come to stop him.
For them, he had special tools. Pieces of him went into these special tools. They were there to create the most unique art of all, because no one exploded the same. No one stepped into his armed traps the same. So the Kata liked to talk to his victims. Lower their sense of what they walked into. But for the soul he sought to end it all, he would give her the ultimate art. Because he wanted her to make him the ultimate piece of it. Art was never meant to last forever, but in the heads of those that saw his work, they never forgot. It was always burned into their minds. And they usually never lasted long.
But Yuna had gotten away. Splendid. Just what he wanted. He’d spent so long in preparation, he’d made the deal with the Steel Legion. Surely, Avalon would be the main reason for liberation? But that didn’t happen. It was the Saiyans. And to top it off, the Legion didn’t even see Yuna. All his work and planning, ruined!
And her foot touched a trap. It snaked along her leg in an attempt to hold her in place before the bomb exploded. The Kata laughed over the intercom, as he cackled out, “You see? They won’t go after Yu-”
He was cut off, as Yua appeared there, in front of him, blade at his throat. “I should slash it. I should kill you here where you stand. But…” Yua’s eyes narrowed, “Yuna wouldn’t get what she needed if you died to easily. Your barrier only protects you from ki and I suppose explosions. But a sword or a dagger?” She pulled back just enough as the Kata looked at her leg. Armored and while it should have been torn to shreds, she shook her leg and off came the mangled piece of armor. Her chassis, however, was completely fine.
“I won’t kill you. That’s what you want, right? Too many like you want it for the sensational-”
“Wrong,” the intercom snarled. “You don’t understand at all. Only Yuna does.” As he moved to stand, Yua threw enough kunai at the four pieces that controlled the barrier. As she surged forward, she saw that the stage was filled with the blossom-like traps. “No, you have ruined the canvas. We’ll have to try again.” And then she saw why he used the intercom. It was a quick and very shoddy job. He had no mouth, and barely an eye. The face was messed up, and the other placed his hands up. “Take me in. I need a new canvas since you ruined this one.”
Before Yua could stop her, Yuna’s red veins surged along her sword arm and it took everything in the android to stop her right arm from the cut that she made. The blade would have cleanly sliced through his head, and the android released a loud sigh. It sounded relieved at first, but ended with disappointment. He shook his head, and looked at her with his one eye. “That was her chance, Yua. You’ve stolen that from her. But I think I also like the resentment she’ll have for you.” He walked as Yua did her best with her right hand to keep the left under control. And the girl had finally broken some of her chains to lash out.
”Why? Why, why, why? I could have ended his miserable, soulless existence just now. Taken my years of anger out in one strike! And then… and then I could have just let myself go. Tell me why…” Yuna’s voice held so much emotion that Yua had a hard time. She processed what she could as she shoved the body along and didn’t reply at first. Yuna was stuck on a path that Yua wouldn’t take. Revenge was something that often was short sighted. Cathartic for some, but it left an empty hole for some.
”Simple,” Yua decided to speak it out loud, ”You would’ve played into his hands. He’s a ruin of his former self already. He’s in a shamble of a body, and he’s miserable. This isn’t the real thing. Just a shadow, an imitation that wouldn’t let you begin to heal. But if we get outside and you still want to end him. I’ll let you.”
The Kata turned his head, furrowed what brow he had, but turned back. He marched outside, where he turned and faced her. They had went the opposite way that Yua had entered. “So,” the voice came from a small speaker on his palm. “You gonna do it, Yuna? We both are pieces of art. You are my ultimate creation, and I’ll be your first…”
Yuna took control of the arm again. She had her chance. Tears streamed down Yua’s face as the crimson veins exploded out, took over, and engaged the firmware for combat. A gallant roar for a first time murder. The blade flew, but stopped short. She struggled and her arm shivered. Yuna never thought twice about killing criminals that deserved it before. That was how she had justified it. But it was Yua who took a back seat. “I have no room to criticise you if you kill him. Not even if you hurt him. I didn’t experience that pain and the loss. I’ve no right to say a word more than I have.”
Yuna didn’t think it possible. She should have split his skull. He should have the split skull now.
“Honestly. My ultimate art, and she can’t preform on the stage…” Yua was led away by a group of Paladins as an escort force of Captains arrived to take the Kata in. She shook and for the first time, cried. Yua knew that her design was based on Yuna, so she let her have the moment. It wasn’t for her to interrupt the gut-wrenching cries of sadness and regret that panged those around her. The sorrowful durge was only something that gave the Kata satisfaction. But he’d be taken away for a while now. So sad, as he was silent as he was escorted away from the scene. A bomb squad arrived, as they tried to say that Yua had called them. With the sobbing mess that she was, they wondered why.
After they went in and saw all the body “art”, they took a wrong guess. But what Yua didn’t do, these bomb squad experts did. They threw up at the sight and smell.