nocchi
☆avantgarde☆
as long as there's music, i'll keep on dancing!
❝bayonetta❞
Standing towards the altar was a woman of abnormally tall frame, hands clasped delicately at the bosom as she stared at the white structures laced with a decorative golden; memorialized paintings plastered into their center. The woman's eyes were resting and face serene as if having found peace in the Church. Yet at the sound of heels clacking behind her, her eyelids would flutter open, revealing irises of icy blue. There was a mischievous glimmer embedded within them as hands floated gracefully to their respective sides. "It's a shame no one's attended this Sunday's Mass," She'd murmur in something of a hum, and as if on silent cue, the dame would spin on heels hidden by the flare of her elegant, ivory garments. "I don't suppose you have sins to confess?" She now looked towards the owner of the aforementioned heels.
The other woman bore a stature was comparable to Bayonetta's own, although her body only took the appearance of garments; with skin of alabaster contrasted by a brass that looped down her frame as if a dress stitched from the finest and flashiest threads. From her head stemmed hair reminiscent of a moth's antennae, attached to a crown of teal and bronze. Her hands and ankles were replaced by a similarly colored electric mass akin to a plasma ball of teal. Most notably, however, was the large ring of light which floated above her head. Naturally and foolishly, moths are attracted to any light they see. The same applied to this woman's kind. This angel's kind... the Joys. As if only amused by the sight of her, a smirk tugged at the rightmost side of Bayonetta's lips, a soft but confident chuckle escaping her.
"I'm quite in the mood for a tussle.. I suppose this is what you'd call 'divine timing'," She chirped out through an amused simper, extending her right arm overhead. With a circular motion would a summoning circle take shape, falling down on her. Upon having encased her and dispered, her nun's habit too would have dispersed, replaced by a catsuit of black in its stead; headress replaced by hair of ebony black replacing came to cascade down her back, embraced loosely by a ribbon of scarlet that adorned black inscriptions on its length. Lastly, two red guns with gems in their grips would have ended up in her hands, seemingly having clattered out from the summoning circle as it fell.
"Let's dance!" With the triumphant call, Bayonetta stylishly circled a leg on the floor until it crossed over the other, only then spinning on the fronts of her feet. Whilst still spinning, she raised one leg, whose heels began to fire out bullets. She would transition the Illusion into a full flip, which she would then utilize her hands to push herself across the ground and closer to the Joy, who she continued to shoot at—now single-handedly. Although effective in stunning the Joy, it did little to keep her down, and it's then that another summoning circle would open up—this time beneath Bayonetta—a chain of glowing scarlet being shot out from its blackened depths.
Skillfully wrapping the chain around her wrist, she lashed it at the Joy, wrapping her in its length. When the summoning circle opened wider, she'd reel the Joy in closer until she was slipping into the darkness, and only then allowed the chains to disperse into nothingness along with that angel.
"Hmm.." She hums out as if dissatisfied. "I was hoping for something a bit more exciting. How boring." Emitting a 'humph', Bayonetta would strut outside of the church. Noting the peculiar amounts of shadows cast overhead, she averted her gaze to the skies, covered by the mass of angels floating there. With a gasp, she'd quickly crouch into position, both arms extended at their respective sides and pointing the guns in said directions. "Now look at what that Joy has brought out.. At this rate, I won't have enough time for my shopping today!" She remarks as if having been nuisanced, although not discouraged nor overwhelmed. Without another word, Bayonetta would begin to shoot guns in both hands, arms moving in a circle overhead as the angels caved in on her, then flipping forwards and shooting from the guns attached to her heels as well.
"You boys really have it for me, don't you?" Bayonetta questions, although not expectant of a response whatsoever. She flings herself onto the grotesque imitation of a human face mold of the Worship, plastered in the center of it shape. "Hiiiyah!" She cries whilst striking it with a plant of the heel there until a crack forms under it, gripping the golden extensions at the side of its 'face' with both hands, forcibly turning it in a circle and then leaping onto its top, firing from there as it still spins. After a few short seconds, she flips backwards off of the Worship who erupts into a flash of light and then disappears. Once landing, she spins and throws her arms in the air before letting them flow back down alluringly. "AVAVAGO!" And with that, Bayonetta's hair spirals upward into a whirlwind which extends furthermore and connects itself on the ground a distance away. Another portal emerges from it, although this time a large monster erupting from its shape and doing so with a blood-curdling bellow which bares mangled teeth.
Without hesitation, the summoned daemon gnashed the angels in its maws, emitting another roar after each gulp.
"Good boy!" Bayonetta chimed at the sight as if satisfied by its display. "But there's quite a few who've gotten away.. You all are rather the disobedient, aren't you?" And in a manner similar to she had done prior, she spun and posed with a leg extended but angled; arms in the air but cascading down her frame as if dancing gleefully. "PDEE BARMA!" From the summoning circle would first emerge shockingly large hands, whose length red nails would latch onto the street's graphite, pulling up the rest of the form; a crown of hair shaped like a butterfly's wings, a face tainted with a slight shade of death's blue, complimented by eyes of pure white. Something of a malicious smirk was etched into the daemoness' crimson lips as she scooped up the angels into her hands, toying with them until the end of their lifespan. As a result of the Madama Butterfly's sheer size—and wideness of her movements, by extension—some buildings had ended up being demolished, although others only with a notch taken out of their structures.
"Well, now there's none left for me!" Eyes would gaze upon the city, noting its still continuous destruction as a result of both the Infernals and angels brawling. Notably, the passerby had taken off in screeches, although an erratic few would instead approach with an onslaught of cameras or microphones. "No time to talk now, boys!" Bayonetta would dismiss, offering a gloved palm of the hand as if to distance herself from those few. Glancing about from an escape of the chaos, she noted another peculiarity, one who didn't fit either category of the other two humans. A small boy, masked beneath the large shadows of the supernatural. Immediately, Bayonetta took off in a sprint towards him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and then proceeding to roll into a nearby alleyway. "You know, you should follow your elders and run away! Standing around like that will only get you hurt!" She scolds, gently striking him on the crown of his head with a palm as if he were a recalcitrant child. "Now come, little one," She instructs, the arm wrapped around his shoulders using its hand to cover his eyes as they descended through the ground and into another summoning circle.
The chaos that had formerly surrounded them melted into the silence of their new location. "Rodin, get a lollipop for the child, and fast," She'd instruct the tall man behind the counter, handing it to the brunet when it was at last presented to her. It was a rose shaped lollipop with a blush pink color and a typical white stick. Bayonetta looks down to the boy, observing him momentarily in silence. She slants her hips to the side, the back of her hand coming to rest on it whilst humming as if in thought. "Now what's with that expression, little boy?" She hums, impatiently drumming her fingers against the outside of her thigh. "If I hadn't taken you here, you would have gotten absolutely crushed!" A breath. "You don't seem satisfied with that, though.. You've got family to save? A pet, perhaps?" She tacks on another question somewhat sarcastically, although using her usual velvety tone of voice.
The other woman bore a stature was comparable to Bayonetta's own, although her body only took the appearance of garments; with skin of alabaster contrasted by a brass that looped down her frame as if a dress stitched from the finest and flashiest threads. From her head stemmed hair reminiscent of a moth's antennae, attached to a crown of teal and bronze. Her hands and ankles were replaced by a similarly colored electric mass akin to a plasma ball of teal. Most notably, however, was the large ring of light which floated above her head. Naturally and foolishly, moths are attracted to any light they see. The same applied to this woman's kind. This angel's kind... the Joys. As if only amused by the sight of her, a smirk tugged at the rightmost side of Bayonetta's lips, a soft but confident chuckle escaping her.
"I'm quite in the mood for a tussle.. I suppose this is what you'd call 'divine timing'," She chirped out through an amused simper, extending her right arm overhead. With a circular motion would a summoning circle take shape, falling down on her. Upon having encased her and dispered, her nun's habit too would have dispersed, replaced by a catsuit of black in its stead; headress replaced by hair of ebony black replacing came to cascade down her back, embraced loosely by a ribbon of scarlet that adorned black inscriptions on its length. Lastly, two red guns with gems in their grips would have ended up in her hands, seemingly having clattered out from the summoning circle as it fell.
"Let's dance!" With the triumphant call, Bayonetta stylishly circled a leg on the floor until it crossed over the other, only then spinning on the fronts of her feet. Whilst still spinning, she raised one leg, whose heels began to fire out bullets. She would transition the Illusion into a full flip, which she would then utilize her hands to push herself across the ground and closer to the Joy, who she continued to shoot at—now single-handedly. Although effective in stunning the Joy, it did little to keep her down, and it's then that another summoning circle would open up—this time beneath Bayonetta—a chain of glowing scarlet being shot out from its blackened depths.
Skillfully wrapping the chain around her wrist, she lashed it at the Joy, wrapping her in its length. When the summoning circle opened wider, she'd reel the Joy in closer until she was slipping into the darkness, and only then allowed the chains to disperse into nothingness along with that angel.
"Hmm.." She hums out as if dissatisfied. "I was hoping for something a bit more exciting. How boring." Emitting a 'humph', Bayonetta would strut outside of the church. Noting the peculiar amounts of shadows cast overhead, she averted her gaze to the skies, covered by the mass of angels floating there. With a gasp, she'd quickly crouch into position, both arms extended at their respective sides and pointing the guns in said directions. "Now look at what that Joy has brought out.. At this rate, I won't have enough time for my shopping today!" She remarks as if having been nuisanced, although not discouraged nor overwhelmed. Without another word, Bayonetta would begin to shoot guns in both hands, arms moving in a circle overhead as the angels caved in on her, then flipping forwards and shooting from the guns attached to her heels as well.
"You boys really have it for me, don't you?" Bayonetta questions, although not expectant of a response whatsoever. She flings herself onto the grotesque imitation of a human face mold of the Worship, plastered in the center of it shape. "Hiiiyah!" She cries whilst striking it with a plant of the heel there until a crack forms under it, gripping the golden extensions at the side of its 'face' with both hands, forcibly turning it in a circle and then leaping onto its top, firing from there as it still spins. After a few short seconds, she flips backwards off of the Worship who erupts into a flash of light and then disappears. Once landing, she spins and throws her arms in the air before letting them flow back down alluringly. "AVAVAGO!" And with that, Bayonetta's hair spirals upward into a whirlwind which extends furthermore and connects itself on the ground a distance away. Another portal emerges from it, although this time a large monster erupting from its shape and doing so with a blood-curdling bellow which bares mangled teeth.
Without hesitation, the summoned daemon gnashed the angels in its maws, emitting another roar after each gulp.
"Good boy!" Bayonetta chimed at the sight as if satisfied by its display. "But there's quite a few who've gotten away.. You all are rather the disobedient, aren't you?" And in a manner similar to she had done prior, she spun and posed with a leg extended but angled; arms in the air but cascading down her frame as if dancing gleefully. "PDEE BARMA!" From the summoning circle would first emerge shockingly large hands, whose length red nails would latch onto the street's graphite, pulling up the rest of the form; a crown of hair shaped like a butterfly's wings, a face tainted with a slight shade of death's blue, complimented by eyes of pure white. Something of a malicious smirk was etched into the daemoness' crimson lips as she scooped up the angels into her hands, toying with them until the end of their lifespan. As a result of the Madama Butterfly's sheer size—and wideness of her movements, by extension—some buildings had ended up being demolished, although others only with a notch taken out of their structures.
"Well, now there's none left for me!" Eyes would gaze upon the city, noting its still continuous destruction as a result of both the Infernals and angels brawling. Notably, the passerby had taken off in screeches, although an erratic few would instead approach with an onslaught of cameras or microphones. "No time to talk now, boys!" Bayonetta would dismiss, offering a gloved palm of the hand as if to distance herself from those few. Glancing about from an escape of the chaos, she noted another peculiarity, one who didn't fit either category of the other two humans. A small boy, masked beneath the large shadows of the supernatural. Immediately, Bayonetta took off in a sprint towards him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and then proceeding to roll into a nearby alleyway. "You know, you should follow your elders and run away! Standing around like that will only get you hurt!" She scolds, gently striking him on the crown of his head with a palm as if he were a recalcitrant child. "Now come, little one," She instructs, the arm wrapped around his shoulders using its hand to cover his eyes as they descended through the ground and into another summoning circle.
The chaos that had formerly surrounded them melted into the silence of their new location. "Rodin, get a lollipop for the child, and fast," She'd instruct the tall man behind the counter, handing it to the brunet when it was at last presented to her. It was a rose shaped lollipop with a blush pink color and a typical white stick. Bayonetta looks down to the boy, observing him momentarily in silence. She slants her hips to the side, the back of her hand coming to rest on it whilst humming as if in thought. "Now what's with that expression, little boy?" She hums, impatiently drumming her fingers against the outside of her thigh. "If I hadn't taken you here, you would have gotten absolutely crushed!" A breath. "You don't seem satisfied with that, though.. You've got family to save? A pet, perhaps?" She tacks on another question somewhat sarcastically, although using her usual velvety tone of voice.
coded by reveriee.