Kuzusu_Zenshou :sits within the confines of one of the lost alternate planes of the Guyver Strike Forces, but a simple little complex, and yet it holds so much valuable information on the unit itself.. a man of nearly the age of 50 peers out from behind a holographicly projected screen, to peer over at yet another console that holds within it but a simple map of the world.. Zenshou stands to his feet, pushing his chair out from beneath him with a gentle nudge...
Kuzusu_Zenshou ... his eyes glaze over in disbelief as his finger hold firmly to that same wooden fiber which he had just shoved away.. a dismay he blinks.. his lips clasping within chapped texture to try and assert sound in some form that could be comprehended by another individual... a right digit proceeds forward, clasping over a communication device located on his right pectorals... a gleam of light beads openly outward from the tiny little com badge, held within the dimensions of a sphere
Kuzusu_Zenshou , as a eerie echo of a beep proceeds to break the silence of this once bustling paradise.. "General Redwing, I'll be needed your assistance in sector 5 beta niner" he ends this simple phrase by slowly removing his fingers from the chair and proceeding into the darkness of the shadows around him...

Nathanial_RedWing He walks through the bright denseness of the forest taking notice that now it is getting rather dark as the suns bright red, and orange crimson streak across the sky with what remainder of clouds that scatter about the heavens loosely as a slight smirk comes to mind hearing the birds softly singing as the day is now going into
Nathanial_RedWing darkness...he continues to walk about the forest as the sounds of crackling twigs and dead leaves under his feet as the temperature begins as what little cloud cover there is wont keep this night a warm one...He comes out into a small clearing as the sun continues to set off within the distant horizon taking time out to
Nathanial_RedWing reminisce into this sight...he slowly sits down on the soft blanket of green grass that nature has provided him being cool to the touch but rather comfortable in taking a deep breathe as he just lets the rest of the world slowly fade into the dawn of a new one....this moment in silence is shortly lived as his com badge comes active as it crackles to life fallowed by a deep manly voice giving him his
Nathanial_RedWing orders but in reply "Ahhh... what is going on now?" As he slowly gets up in taking a final glace at the sight before him in disbelief but shrugs it off having seen many of this before...once up he examines himself carefully to make sure that nothing had mysteriously had gotten onto him as he quickly heads out into the dark unknowns of the forest as this sector isn’t too far away from his current position.

Xen_Aiba It flashed, several times. The simplistic action on the part of the Tekka-Crystal, in attempt to reclaim its Wearer's conscience. - No answer. - The Tekka-Crystal emanated a bright radiance, emerald in hue, yet seemingly growing lighter with the waves that were released. It tried to make contact again, as futile as it was. No response. ~
Xen_Aiba - Deep within Xen's mind, was a maelstrom of memories.. the events that had come to pass up till recently, all flashed as though projected onto a screen.. like an old movie projector. - He relived the moment he stumbled across the enormous Radam (Venomoid) camp... the massive insectile beasts of his Realm. The way they had ignored his presence, too busy carrying about with building their 'shrine'... ~
Xen_Aiba which he would later find out was a front for the actual carrier wave that would rip open a rift into the area... and thus call forth the Radam-X, Lord Munashii himself. - Xen's lips moved, words hardly formed.. silence dominated him. - He had transformed into the being known as a TekkaMan, and he had been brutally outmatched and defeated by the Radam Lord.~
Xen_Aiba - How he had ended up within this new area.. he didn't know. - It would be a long, long while before he would regain lost energy and thus be able to seek answers to the many questions that slowly formed deep within the subconscious plane.

Kuzusu_Zenshou pauses within the complexities of thought and shadow to move further into the sleek expenditures which are his own subterfuge of possible reality.. a smirk gleams over his pallet as he whisk his way out of the compound.. a large ruby cloak emblazon on his shoulders.. a stray finger darting to cover his face with its mask like hood... slowly in a crouching like stance he proceeds forward...
Kuzusu_Zenshou ... eyes clasp and thoughts renewed only within the confines of his own salty soul... his thoughts falling to preliminaries of possible conduct as his fingers clasp into the formation of fist.. he finds a wary soul to call his own.. his avatarian dictations within the flame like attributes of godly hood, reconcile and find meaning within his own solace.. his form falls to the woes of plasma like states as his fingers fall limp..
Kuzusu_Zenshou .. the entire visage of his being seemingly within the portion to nothingness to parallel like scapes of plasmatic forms... he somber sigh escape eviscerated lips.. and he moves, within the guise of teleportation he moves like a shrieking shrike, unto cause and location..
Kuzusu_Zenshou .. closer to that section which was once pressed as lively hood within mentality, he reaches out once more, this time through the guyver.. (( General I have reached our target, I only await your presence.. ))

Nathanial_RedWing He makes haste as he quickly travels through the dense foliage that surrounds him thinking that he shouldn’t have came out here concentrating his train of through on that before him hearing the faint voice of that of Kuzusu reaching him the endless limitations of the Guyver which is embodied with him (( Sir, I am on my way about another couple of minutes ))

Xen_Aiba A brief surge of adrenaline suffused his body, as the faintest wave of consciousness filtered into being. Xen's fingers twitched.. his eyes fluttered open ever so slowly, his vision blurred by far. It was fairly cold, then again.. perhaps he was just that 'drained' after all. He remained laying on his stomach.. only the warmth of the Tekka-Crystal itself provided him with a means of focusing on something.. while he still was able to grasp his hold on consciousness.

Kuzusu_Zenshou finding placement in space pleasing to his natural ritualistic proclamations, he pauses within stream of plasmatic transference, and dwells within normal space for the time being, still within shape of that human like exterior, only an eerie glow that protrudes from his standing visage is a reconcilable aspect of his avatarian distinctions..
Kuzusu_Zenshou .. he meanders forward within this all too physical of scapes, peering on this massive crater from beyond the grounds of its cataclysmic impact. he pauses and peers down. "Hello"

Nathanial_RedWing He continues to rustle on through the forest getting closer and closer to his destinations as he stumbles out of the forest on the other side of Kuzusu and the large impact crater of some kind as his eyes widen suddenly seeing that it is still smoldering wondering why he didn't feel the impact which could be due to the little nap he took earlier but tosses that away being reluctant to his duties seeing a being of some sorts...he watches from the backside haven't seen anything like this ever being far more different then that of a Guyver

Xen_Aiba §"..Hello.."§, the voice practically echoed throughout his Mind. The formation of syllabic utterances issued forth, barely audible. "...Tekno....p, powe---...", his voice fell silent. The verbal command used to initiate the Tekka-Crystal wouldn't work, his Mind was unstable as of yet. Instead, his physical reaction was that of raising his hand, the very one holding the Tekka-Crystal within its grasp and simply hold it there. ~
Xen_Aiba The Crystal itself would perhaps find itself unable to translate the true meaning behind such an action, and would continue to remain dormant. Un answering. For Xen, it meant he was at a huge disadvantage.

Kuzusu_Zenshou eyes look to the dormant state which holds guise within stance behind his current position.. a smirk lining the exterior formation of his pallet as he gives a simple nod and then turns his attention back to the rather large crater that has formed within this once pristine place... he kneels within its furcated surface..
Kuzusu_Zenshou .. his fingers running over the outer edges of the crumbling impact point, he slips slightly, jagged tattering remnants of rocky tatter flowing freely forward... carefully he retracts, reaching a hand forward in conscious query of what this magnificent object he has been presented with is.. unconsciously he speaks.. "General, come here."

Nathanial_RedWing He continues to look at the backside of the seemingly human presence before him and then back to the smoldering crater comparing the two with disbelief with the thought of how in the hell can something like that create such a large crater moving to the edge slowly he kneels looking deep down into the large gash left behind by this semi-human being but unknown...he hears the voice
Nathanial_RedWing of Kuzusu calling him forth getting up from his kneeled position facing him and slowly begins to guide himself around the crater and rejoins Kuzusu at his side

Xen_Aiba His eyes lazily danced upwards, .. voices.. he heard voices! - Xen's fingers tightened on the Tekka-Crystal, this time with a bit more determination set into them. His Mind envisioned the construct of the Tekka-Crystal..hoping a bit of mental visualization would aid him in regaining his TekkaMan form. - Nothing. - He cursed softly, coughing as a billow of dirt was repelled away from near his mouth.

Kuzusu_Zenshou fingers nibble towards the edge of this somewhat of an enclosures, careful not to slip and lose grasp on reality.. a daring eye dashes forward, peering longingly at the crystal which this singular entity prevents him from having... a sleek turn of the head, and a pivot to the left allows him a closer concept to reactivity.. "Whatever that is, its what caused this, meaning it has to be ours."
Kuzusu_Zenshou with that he turns his attention back to the object of his desire.. he stands to his feet, dusting off a few specs of dirt that had built up on his cloak through the extended crouching stance.. his eyes dart back to the TekkaCrsytal.. now emblazon with fiery embers of crimson reds... he lifts his head, tilting his thoughts towards the heavens as his feet seem to blur with resonation of heat..
Kuzusu_Zenshou .. lifting him from the surface of the earth through his flame like avatarian disciplines.. slowly he lowers himself into the crater, and next to the poor soul who has found himself entombed within it... his fingers clasp forward, reaching for a portion of the crystal so that he could make it his own...

Nathanial_RedWing At Kuzusu's side he awaits what he has brought him hear as he turns to face him hearing him utter forth a few chosen words about the being before then as all he does is nod his head...He then turns his head to look at the one before him seeing that he is human and young in complexion as to his side he begins to examine the crystal that he possess with interest seeing whatever made this crater that had to be the source

Xen_Aiba felt the hand of another fall atop the Crystal itself. Xen tried to move his arm back to his side.. and failed in dong so. Instead, it amounted to his arm falling forward. Whether the Crystal would've been taken by the time his hand hit the ground again, while Xen struggled to maintain his hold on reality, which continued threatening to once more cast him into the darkness of unconsciousness.

Kuzusu_Zenshou as the hand falls away from that precious little instrument which Kuzusu has come all this way in search of, the Destroyer of Destroyers makes sure to hold securely on its crystalline shape... his fingers never slipping from its structure, as the other mans fall to a limp texture at the bottom of the crater.. Zenshou looks up to his fellow man in arms, speaking once more in the realtive tongue of humans, English,
Kuzusu_Zenshou "Now that we have it, we have to make sure no one ever comes looking for it.." as he ends this trailing phrase Zenshou's eyes pivot down to the poor soul who once held the tiny little crystal... a smile dashing across his lips as a snicker seems to hold a conscious grasp to his very soul...
Kuzusu_Zenshou ... he kneels and peers down into the tiny beings eyes, the smile still lucent in his expression.. in a soft and soothing tone full of sarcasm Kuzusu speaks.. "I shall grant you peace, you poor poor soul.."

Nathanial_RedWing He watches as this man stumbles forward chuckling slightly at the weakness what is present before his very eyes while listening attentively to the conversation that Kuzusu is having with him this being quite pleasant as a cool wisp of air blows over him refreshing him his hair lightly blowing about restlessly within the breeze as he watches Kuzusu approach this poor soul kneeling down beside
Nathanial_RedWing him as the only thing he hears is him mumbling afew choice of words to him thinking that this could possibly be the end

Xen_Aiba ......Silence. That's all there was, ear-deafening dominance that was as a void, deprived of equilibrium and sanity. The fleeting moments of consciousness left Xen with the last words of Kuzusu flowing into the deep recesses of his mind. This might've been it for him, the time spent protecting his Realm from the Radam forces..~
Xen_Aiba the numerous battles, incessant technological upgrades and above all.. the people he had worked with, and even grown to care for. - All, was perhaps going to be lost to him. -

Kuzusu_Zenshou the destroy of destroyers find it best to work through flame, as he has always done.. a trick taught back to him when he was but a kid.. his fingers dart over to the chest cavity of this poor soul.. his fingers pondering over the flesh, ass his thoughts find solace within the embrace of the flame.. his eyes fall clasp as he concentrates on the very aspects of being which are this being..
Kuzusu_Zenshou .. a single digit concentrates on the sternum, pushing deeply into the texture as Zenshou thoughts reach out to the core temperature of the being.. once this is reaches he then proceeds to activity raise it through manifestation of flame and likewise control over the molecular density and speed...
Kuzusu_Zenshou ... each fiber of being within this individual slowly induced to these higher levels, the pain begins at this point.. "See General, always keep a clean plate." the flame avatar whisper in onto an eerie silence..

Nathanial_RedWing He continues to watch in dismay seeing that Kuzusu consuming this poor defenseless being that is present before him shaking his head slightly seeing that this man didn't have a chance as a chuckle escapes his lips as he continues to watch this manifestation continue forth as its hues vibrant brighten his darkened face at this point the sun has settles over behind the mountains

Xen_Aiba - Death, a pale-skinned woman, draped in white flowing gowns. Pursed lips, painted black. The sadness of lost souls. - Her hair, a flowing silken array of free-floating strands, swaying the rhythmic motion of eternity. It was into her outstretched arms that Xen made way to, the pathway between Reality and all else was set aside, lost to him forever. There was only this new path, this new woman.. - For the time that passed on by, oblivion was embraced with open arms.

Kuzusu_Zenshou fingers prod further into the construct which was once flesh.. flame invokes itself within the confines of this very being... burning him from the inside out, as the temperature, rather core temperature, reach about 1000 degrees Celsius, Kuzusu retracts, pulling away from the poor lowly soul, and letting him fade away in peace..
Kuzusu_Zenshou .. it was not Zenshou's place anymore, he was not a grief mob, he was merely the messenger of the damned... his eyes dart back up to the tank killer, a simple nod is all that is given to transverse this grievous sin.. and all fades to black..