Navy's face said it all.
He just silently looked at the body of the dead cat for a few seconds before slowly turning to that old cat girl who looked rather proud of herself. His face completely frozen in a look of abject confusion. One could practically hear the cogs spinning inside of his head.
In all his time (both being dead and alive) he had never once seen someone just kill their own "ally" with such little motive. This was hardly a case of silencing comrades to maintain secrecy. As such he could only look around to see if he was missing something; half worried he'd be ambushed abruptly.
Even Navy didn't believe that however he also knew that the hag cat wasn't like many of the company he had kept over the years. Practically every movement had meaning. She was obsessed with gathering knowledge yet she also knew how to use that knowledge.
Yet nothing happened and that cunning cat made no movements as she understood that she just had to wait the bastard out. Since she was sure that it wasn't only judgement eating away at his life. As long as he still had the same accursed blood as in his past life.
Eventually Navy just dropped all his caution, even falling out of his combative stance, to exaggeratedly shrug with a smug punchable smirk.
"Welp as long as it makes my job easier~♪"
Shaking his head with a hint of amusement gracing his beautiful features.
Features that were in direct opposition to is ugly personality
"Not every hypothesis is correct, else they wouldn't be hypotheses but facts, right?"
On the other hand - Cheshire didn't seem bothered at all at the death of her fellow black cat - not so much as taking her eyes from the man in front of her. No urgency could be seen in her. Just patiently waiting for the wolf in sheep's clothing to be done with his little episode.
Showing no care for the cat she had apparently just killed with ruthless efficiency; as if it were on the same level of accidentally stepping on a dry leaf. Nobody would react as the leaf gets crunched beneath the heel of their foot. It was a fact that caused even Navy to raise a brow.
He may not have given any merit to the idea that "all life is precious". For he followed the creed that all life is equally important; that is to say… Not very. However, he also seemed to remember that Cheshire at least was better than him as long as they didn't get in her way.
This was callousness beyond reckoning.
"Guess that's true…"
Not that he particularly cared about that - he didn't have time to be overly cautious.
Crimson wisps already escaped with every exhale he took.
"I'll also be the bigger man and admit that you aren't completely off with those prior hypotheses of yours but I think you'll still find there are many surprises. I say this because I worry you'll make some unfortunate mistakes with your incorrect assumptions… Such as judgement being from a mere sword."
His smile grew crooked as he reeled his head back; leaning to the side to hop up onto the ledge of one of the buildings that still was smeared with the blood of his lackeys. His landing caused the still warm blood to splash upwards. Dying his colourful blue/purple gowns with their sticky crimson.
Some traces even find their way upon his otherwise flawless features making his mixture of one open wide eye and one half closed eye look all the more crazed.
"Let me be the first to admit that I indeed have two special swords that are unique to this crazy world we find ourselves in yet judgement nor my flames can come from something so weak."
Shūen o Mukaeru - Fōji Obu Sutāzu
|Make Their End - Forge of Stars|
Reaching one arm in front of himself to generate a "glass" bastard sword that emitted the heat of the sun while releasing a constant metal-upon-metal clanging. Within was another dimension that appeared as if it were a forge that created suns themselves. The weight it carried caused space around to bend.
"This is the one from the soul reapers that grants me the ability to forge any weapon I've used to kill as well as those I've earned through my slaughter… It even becomes heavier with each weapon."
Spinning the sword with his nimble fingers; making it face the floor… Which in this case meant that he just chopped up the body of the already dead goon.
Seeing the realisation overcome the cat caused the monster in the form of a man to lurch forward with a malicious cackle that could cause a grown man to grovel in fear.
"Seems you've already got it all figured out~!"
His other hand reached into his robe before withdrawing it along with a katana with a literal cross shaped guard that clearly didn't match the type of sword. The diamond shaped gap between the black grip wrap allowed one to even see the handle that appeared to be white marble. An unusual appearance all around.
Although it's appearance soon to change.
"I'd say the actual name of this new skill of mine but Spanish reminds me too much of my little sister so I will pass… Resurrection - Saint of All~♪"
He came to rest the sword on his shoulder as navy, indigo & crimson flames erupted out from his body along with his crazed yet melodic laugh.
"JEHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHIHEHI~♪"
That howling laughter eventually just became a flat out howl as the roaring of flames became louder - the mad man throwing his body around - making one unable to understand how he felt. Was he howling in pain, anguish, fear, wrath or joy? It was completely impossible to tell no matter how long one listened.
Of course his robes couldn't last under the colourful pyre that he became but molten metal also soon fell to the ground. His army-worth of weapons melting under the power of his soul. That flawless physical body no better as his charred bones soon became all that was visible.
Glowing crimson veins coiled around his bones that appeared to be slightly… Off. Like someone took the bones of a canine and forced them into the form of a human; shown mostly by his fingers that appeared more akin to claws than actual hands. Fortunately clothes soon appeared as those flames fizzled out.
Pulling his head down as his laughter faded just like the roaring of the flames - leaving his skeletal figure that slowly was covered in bone-like white & black cloth.
Although neither his beautiful face or horrifying skull was what sat where his face should be; instead there was just a completely empty void. Absent of all mass. Even as the cloth came together to form what can only be called a jester's outfit. Eventually coming around his skull to form that iconic jester cap.
Even if it's monochrome with white being more present.
When that was over the void that made his face only stood out more nevertheless black bone began to stretch across to create a bridge across that void. A cross formed before it grew outwards at a visible pace until a mask formed. Three crescents forming a mouth & two eyes.
Embers appeared in that hollow hole to form two eyes; one indigo & the other navy.
Crimson also appeared behind the mouth yet so subtle that one could overlook it.
"You must be jesting me with this transformation, chehehihihi~."
She just stood there letting him transform without concern over what it meant for her.
His voice carried more gravitas as he stepped forward, crushing the body in front of him as he threw both swords onto his shoulder, even his katana having undergone a transformation.
That already unusual sword was now bigger than Cheshire as it became a black calcified sword with glowing crimson vein-like cracks all over the surface. Around the grip was a long bloody gauze that at some point had become wrapped around his wrist. Although this monster didn't even seem complete.
Where there should have been a hilt there was just a broken section while the end of the sword was abruptly cut off making it into an executioner's blade.
"Now that is a familiar sword~!"
Nodding her head as she seemed to reminisce about that sword that seemed to follow the bastard.
He simply lifted his head to make the smile on his mask all the more menacing as those flaming eyes flickered around to get a good look at anything that cat may have set up while he transformed.
Only to freeze.
There was no doubt that he threw three of those sealed shinigami swords yet now there wasn't any left which shouldn't be possible. Unless that cat who died grabbed it. But if her soul was able to freely move around then that would mean…
"So… This is pointless…"
Cheshire merely glanced over the dead cat to see the lack of two swords; just tapping her chin with a contemplative look on her face.
"Well you wanted to reclaim our souls yet that one is still free as a fiddle so… I suppose it is~!"
Saying brightly while the terrifying hollow simply fell backwards upon having completely given up on chasing after them. Groaning at how much he invested only to spectacularly fail with no chance of succeeding in the first place. A fact that seemed to bring great joy to the cat.
Intending to rub it in some more since that also meant… He was stuck in this world whether he killed her or not!
Yet she didn't let him bask in that as she began to chuckle again.
"What's funny?"
"Well… Seems you forget that I'm quite vindictive~!"
"Oh~ how s-"
His words cut off as chants of dozens if not hundreds of people came together to form a uniformed demand from the universe; causing the monster to look around. Seeing that there was a small army of people in black "robes" floating above him on all sides. Three standing out due to their white "coats".
"Oh great… Flying cultists again."
"""The monkey watches a firefly, the aurora shines, space given substance and form pin down your fearsome foe! [Bakudo #30: Shitotsu Sansen]!"""