Dear Departure

Chase didn't really respond to the Huntsman yelling at his soulmate. In truth, since training with Osamu, his spiritual senses have enhance to an even greater degree, to the point where he could even tell when the Swallower was speaking with the Huntsman by the vibrations within the 4 eye creature's soul. Though sadly, he couldn't listen to their conversation, yet he could feel from the vibrations that they must have been describing something that hit a chord with the Huntsman. "Well, I don't know where things stand between us. Though if she was here she would probably say something along the lines that she could never love me and she would love to end you." said Chase in a straightforward manner as he picks up a human fist size rock and throws it towards the sea, where it skips on the water's surface a dozen times before it sinks into the horizon.

Chase smiles as he says with a hint of amusement, "Well, let's see what follows if that ever happens." Looking back at the Huntsman he could see that he was still fighting with the Swallower, "Man, you guys bicker with each other way too much. What are you a bunch of teenage girls. Makes me glad that I don't have to share a body with someone." he finished while looking at his forearm. At least I hope thats the case. He grabs another small rock and tosses it up into the air a few times before he throws it in a similar fashion to the last rock he threw earlier. Once more the rock finds its destination over the horizon.

Chase just shrugs his shoulder, "Sure no problem, but doesn't he need a body still? Heck, if I'm not careful I could absorb both of you into my special black hole soul." That last sentence gets him to think and he actually robs his chin as he begins to ponder about where the souls he absorb go after then enter his black hole soul. After a while, he realizes a safe plan to follow to prevent that from occurring. "Well, actually with my soul shard, I can secure your souls from the spiritual pull that I will have to use to separate you guys from each other, then I just release you guys and everything should be okay."

"Well, I'm up for it if you want to do it." he talks out two of his soul shards and looks right at the Huntsman's soul, which was colored and mix with the soul of the swallower in various areas all over. They are so infused right now, that this process could be incredibly difficult to pull off without messing up "The idea is going to require me to pull out your soul, with my own power, then using the pull of the soul shards, I'm going to split you guys apart. And if you are wondering, YEAH, this is going to hurt a lot, heck I wonder if this operation will leave a permanent scar on your guys' souls." Chase gets up from his rock and walks forward a few steps before he holds up the soul shards in each hand. Ready to start, but suddenly he drops one of the shards when the Mark of Chaos unleash a wave of pain into his arm. Grinning his teeth, he picks up the soul shard and says seemly to himself, "I get it." He looks back at them as says, "Don't forget Swallower, you need to help that Asshole when this is over."

"Well, now that you finish describing your rather unique tolerance to pain on a physical level, can we begin working on this soul splitting." I wonder if this freak is going to get some weird pleasure from this. Chase cracks his neck as he was annoyed at the Huntsman's last comment, "And if you don't remember the guy who placed a particular mark on my arm, he made a condition before with me helping you, that if I removed your soulmate, then he has to help him with something. Besides, I'm pretty sure the Swallower remembers that he has to listen to some request once he is freed from you, so Huntsman don't worry about it." What is the Spirit up to..... Well, hopeful this operation can go smoothly enough and then I can go drinking afterwards. He didn't care whatever happens with the Spirit and Swallower, just so long as he doesn't somehow end up suffering from this decision by either a direct or indirect manner. 

Chase lifts both his hands towards Huntsman with a soul shard in each hand and closes his eyes as he begins to focus. The world quickly becomes dark for him, yet another world opens itself up to him. He begins to feel his body become lighter and lighter as his senses escape away into this other place all together until he finally could no longer register any sensation from the world he left. He opens his eyes and discovers that he is now in a rather large area, which seem to stretch forever. The only notable aspects to this space, is that floor is covered with water, and that four special massive wooden pillars surround around a massive orb of energy that is suspending above his head. The orb was the only source of light in this entire place. As the light reflects off the water's surface, which help give off a surprising illumines aura.                                                  


                                    

He approaches the orb gingerly as he peers into it. There he discovered exactly what he was looking for at the center of the sphere. There he spots the souls of both Huntsman and Swallower. "Thanks fatass." said Chase. Osamu was the one who taught him how to invoke the power of this 'place' that was going to grant him the control he was going to need to pull this off. Chase looks down as his hand to find his soul shards. He lifts them both into the air and the orb begins to change shape as it and split of two arching energy beams into the gems in his hands.

Back in the real world, Chase stands perfectly still as the Huntsman and Swallower should begin to feel the agony of their shared soul begin ripped out of their body, while simultaneously also being rearrange and pulled apart from the each other. This process is one that would probably be impossible for normal humans to undergo and live through. Usually because their minds are too weak to survive the amount of stress that comes with this intense ritual. But to those who can make it out alive, the ritual will be a moment that they will never forgot about. 

Chase pulls and pulls until he succeeds at removing the Huntsman and Swallower's combine soul from the body of the Huntsman. From there would come the even more trickery part. Breathing slowly in the real world and in the inner world, he decreases the ability of black hole soul's spiritual pull in order to allow the soul shards' pull to go to work to further separate the soul back into two souls independent from the other. As he continues, the weirdly awkward combinations of the Huntsman soul begin to readjust and moving the aspects of the Swallower soul to raise to the surface and moves towards one of the soul shards, while the Huntsman soul continues to be stench towards the other. After a few moments, it was finally over. The souls enter each of the soul shards and Chase collapses knees first into the sand of the beach. His sight is split between a weird in-between with the real world and the other world. Closing his eyes for a couple of seconds, he lets go of the world from before and reopens his eyes to see only the world world.

Laying on the beach was a soulless corpse in front of him. The wind arrives to embrace the sandy coast, while also removing some sweat from his face as he looks down at the two souls in each of his hands. From what he was told earlier, all he had to do was release the Swallower from the soul shard and he will be able to take on a body of his own once he returns to his dimension. As he prepares to undo the binding of the swallower's soul from his soul shard, suddenly Chase could no longer move. "Thank you for your service Chase, you have performance perfectly. I knew it would be a good idea to recommend Osamu to be your instructor. Look at how far you have come from his mentoring. Sadly, I'm on a tight schedule right now, so I'm not going to be able to test your full progress personally just yet. Now, be a good pet and hand over that soul shard please." Quickly, Chase begins to receive a shock a pain traveling throughout his entire body and found himself handing over the soul shard that contain the Swallower' soul to the most despicable individual he has ever had the displeasure of meeting.

The Spirit of Unbalance just smiles with that infamous twinkle in his eye as he takes the shard from his puppet and vanishes into thine air with the Swallower in his possession. Once the Spirit of Crimson red hair is gone, Chase is finally able to move freely again. "Damn that bastard!" He walks over to the Huntsman's body and releases his soul back into his own body. As he waits for the Huntsman to readjust to being put back into his body, he looks up to the sky and sees something that pisses him off. It seem the Spirit decided not to leave without a farewell gift. "Damn that Bastard!" Out of the sky comes down a ball of fire that crash lands on an island nearby with enough force to wipe out all life on the extremely small island. As Chase stands still he begins to talk to the new visitor behind him. "Did you really have to make such a flashy appearance."

Standing right besides the Huntsman was a woman with small flames surrounding his body as she still hasn't dispel the flames from her arrival. "The Master insisted that I needed a spectacular entrance or else he will be disappointed and would punish me by selling me off or worse." said the visitor in a straightforward manner. Chase turns around to see a tall woman with fierce red hair and green eyes looking right at him. She wore little armor, which expose and highlights her incredible physique, while also expressing her heritage as well. The biggest piece of armor seem to cover and protect her dominant arm, while the rest left little for the imagination. "Don't you think that your wearing too little armor." said Chase. The woman frown at him in response as she says, 'Master gave me this outfit. When I ask him why there is little protection. He responded by telling me that it looked perfect. Therefore, I can't ruin the perfection by adding more to the outfit. As he explained it to me, less is more. "

Chase didn't have the energy nor time to address the practicality of her outfit. "So, why are you here?" he asked as he prepares for another assignment that was going to be a pain in the ass for him to accomplish. The girl once more frowns at Chase, but this time there seem to be a bit of mock concern in her expression. "You should be more excited when receiving tasks-" "-HA! Who told you that nonsense." "The Master.-" "-Figures" "Now as for assignment-" "-I really need to take a break , maybe go on a small vacation to the local bar for a few days." The woman's face turns hard as she was beginning to get annoyed with Chase. "If you continue to cut me off, I'm going to cut you in half." He raises an eyebrow at that comment and answers back with a casual tone in his voice, "Alright. Alright. No need to get violent. Unless you want me to end you here and now." The girl looks at Chase and walks up to him. Chase stands his ground and looks directly at her. They stare for a few seconds before Chase says, "Ready whenever you are." The girl replies confidently, "You'll never be ready for me." She grabs his shirt and pulls him in as she moves to grip Chase's lips with her teeth, biting down on them hard enough to draw some blood before pushing him backwards on his ass.

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In a dark room that contain nothing but white walls, an intense black colored piano on a crimson red carpet, and a single man sitting at the piano with a floating jewel around his head. The man wore a simple bathrobe with the primary color being red and the secondary color being black. His eyes where close as usual as he enjoy to visualize the entire piece before he played. As the room is silent as the darkest corners of outer space, the Crimson red haired man begins to start playing:



As he plays, he begins to talk to the floating shard by his head, "Pardon me for delaying you return to your beloved dimension." He finished with a sinister smile, "But you must of known that I had to make sure you listen to my request. Whatever you take it or not is up to you. But I promise you, that it would be in both of our best interests if you accept. And should you refuse me.... well, I rather we leave this room as friends. So, whats do you say? You willing to lend me an ear and the rest of you? 

The red hair woman was caught off guard by the Huntsman sudden grab and throw, but she recovers quickly enough. She catches the spike foot with one hand and proceeds to lift the Huntsman off the ground by his sharp heel and throw him into the sea with single gesture. As she stands up she says,"I'm surprise Chase. I had heard you associate with a shapeshifter, but I didn't know that your friend was also suicidal." Chase lays down on beach as he sighs to himself. Just my luck he thought. She begins to walk towards the sea and launches her first into the air besides her, which cracks the space itself and opens up a tiny hole in the fabric of reality. "Creature-" *she reaches into the hole and pulls out a massive blade, that was at least 6 feet long from head to handle and the width of the blade being a solid foot * "-Prepare yourself for a magnificent death."



As much as Chase enjoyed the idea of watching these two go at it, he didn't want to make his life more difficult. Besides, he doesn't like the fact that she was going to use that weapon. "Hey. Don't you think you are going too far?" he suggested to the red hair. She stopped as she reaches the water. She handles her massive sword with one hand as easy as a normal person could use a fork or spoon and turns it around a bit as she answers him, "Too far? I don't even plan to use the mark's power against that fool." As she faces the sea, he could clearly see the Spirit of Unbalance's brand on her lower back. Chase appears right in front of her as if he had teleported, but that was just his quick moment speed. He points to her tool of destruction, "I mean using this." he said with a serious tone. "Are you planning on corrupting this part of the world. That would just create more work for me in the long run." She didn't seem to care about his workload and just says, "Are you going to move out of my way?" Chase just takes out his own sword in response. She manages a small smile, trying to hold back her joy. "You know Chase how this is going to end right? I already have defeated you in combat more than a hundred times during your training sessions." "Yeah." he said in return to her boasting. "But, this isn't training." Her smile goes away and she says, "Your right. I don't need to hold back against you like this."

She prepares to swing her sword when suddenly a massive 10 feet tall monk grabs her weapon's edge from behind. "Aine, you really should learn to be more ladylike sometimes." said Osamu. Aine turns to face the great monk. "And you really should learn to stay out of your students' fights. Besides learning how to follow a proper diet that is." The big man laughs with a booming voice as he says, "Perhaps." He lets go of her blade and she just exhales in disappointment as she was looking forward to beating up Chase. She throws the huge sword back into the hole in space, which closes up as soon as the sword sinks into its depth. Osamu then waves his hand and the Huntsman appears back on the beach by some form of teleportation. Chase looks at the fading symbol, which he understand meant 'Return." Osamu moves over to the huntsman and looks at him with a bit of interest as he says, "You know, he could be a worthy teammate." Aine shakes her head at the comment. "You know, we can only have five members right. Why would we waste a slot with someone like that?"

"Five members?" Chase asked Osamu. His mentor looks at him with another one of those big grins that basically told him that he is going to participating in a rather herculean assignment again. "Aine. What is my mission?" She still seem to be a little upset over the fact that Osamu had ruin her fun, yet she still answers him, "We are going to participate in a special Tournament in one of the Spirit Worlds."

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The Spirit of Unbalance stops playing music and says, "Why do you treat me like an anathema? I have cause you no harm or issue in the past... I think. Besides, I like to picture us as being great pals one of these days. I can even show you how to play music of the highest class. Maybe even help you reinvent yourself. When you come back with a new body, I'll be there to help you adjust to modern style and what not." After a few seconds he coughs a few times to remove the awkward silence as he continues to speak, "I see that you are not amuse by the idea, but I'm sure overtime it will grow on you. But, I'll get straight to the point since you are not currently interested in spending time with me." He stands up and walks over to the wall and declares, "I want you to help me remove this collar off my neck."

Aine looks at the hand and doesn't understand the meaning behind the gesture. "I hope for your sake this is a sign of you jesting." She didn't care for the shifter... though she admit he can put on a good disguise, yet the creature's looks only mask the ugliness that was its true nature and personality she thought. Doing her best to ignore anything else the monster says this point moving forward, she informs Chase about the Tournament, "All you need to really know is that the master wants us to participate in a tournament; however, in order to sign up and enter the tournament, a team will need a notable sponsor, which we have thanks to master's support, along with passing a precondition test. They want to ensure that only worthy fighters will be taking part in the tournament. Should a single member of the team not pass the preliminaries, then that team will be disqualified even if all the other members pass. After that, if the team survives, then they will be allowed to part take in the main Tournament. And which ever team wins will grant their sponsor as well as the members of the team a whole, an amazing reward. As for what the reward is exactly is unknown to us and even the sponsors." Though without informing her exact details, she already knew that her Master has knowledge on the reward, but refuse to let her in on the secret. Telling her it would be an exciting surprise and gift to her if she wins.

"Sounds like a big pain in the ass to me." said Chase with a look of utter lack of care for all this. Yet, he could already sense the red hair girl's anger and decides to say something before she begins to start another physical conflict, "Fine. I'm do it. After all... its not like I have a choice to begin with. Unlike you.." he glances at Huntsman as he says his last comment. "Though, we better at least get to drink in-between the fights... hopefully in during the fights as well." Aine looks at Chase with an annoyed expression on her face, "You know if you bother to train half as much as you drink, you might not suck at fighting so much."

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"Simple." said the Spirit as he starts explaining. "I want to remove the collar to regain my full power. As for your other question...." He stands up and looks back at the piano. His hand touches the surface off the keys gingerly, almost to the point it looks as if he was seducing the instrument with his hand. "You already owe for me having Chase release you from that masterpiece of a cage. Along with already being in this trapped state as well, where you need me to release you, but most importantly... there is also the fact that if you help me out, I might even be in your debt. Of course, that is assuming that you are capable of pulling off what I have in mind after all."