Fury Unabated

Delithita

To see a person performing amazing feats of martial arts is awe-inspiring. To see said person is a woman of small stature doing such is impressive to say the least. To see said women doing martial arts with the kind of sheer power she exhibited was ungodly. Such was Delithita. Happy go lucky until her demonic temper flared. She knew martial arts, and could hit harder than a three-ton hauler at full speed. Such was the reason many people avoided her like the plague when she was in full fury.

At this particular moment, Delithita was abusing... wait, abusing is too light... violating a punching bag. The thing swung back and forth under the sheer force of her blows. Soft spots started appearing all over, and finally, the bag split. Stuffing going everywhere, the bag flying off its chain and landing with a sizable thud in the hall.

Sweat streaming down her small frame she looked more at peace with herself. Her fury at least partially spent on the poor punching bag she dragged it back into her room. Standing there regarding the dangling chain and destroyed bag she smiled wanly. Maria had given her this. Said it was better this than the Op Center's computer panels.

Movement from the side left.

Diving to the right she came up with a candlegun leveled at Altas.

"Just what in the name of the Ghosts do you think you are doing here?! Did I not make it plain to you Mr. Junkheap that you were to stay the hell away from me?!"

Ignoring her anger, he regarded the punching bag. In the hall residents flew past her door, fully expecting Altas to become a permanent fixture in the wall behind him.


"You did this?" His voice even and flat.

"Yes I certainly did. Now go before I do the same to your poorly soldered ass." Seeing he was just standing there he face went dark. Not red dark, just dark, like what you think the reaper looks like.

"I said depart now. Because if you do not make haste from this portal, I will turn you into my coffee table. I do not care what Maria says or does. I have NO desire for you to be inside THIS installation. I fought for YEARS keeping demons like YOU out!! All I think when I see you, is how much I'd love to turn you into a chair. Depart or die toaster."

Inclining his head slightly, he set a chip on the nearby bookstand and left with an unnatural silence.

Del just stood there and looked blankly at the chip. Angrily she walked over, grabbed it up, and stuck it into her nearby terminal.

Slowly static began to filter out.

Then, a solitary electric guitar began. Then a piano joined it. Perfection in harmony. Both instruments playing simultaneously, each enhancing the other. The music had a rock and roll feel to it. A few moments later, a saxophone joined the melody. Playing soft but strong it gave depth to the existing perfection. Then a flute joined in, lending it's light notes to give the song warmth. Slowly, an acoustic guitar joined in. Matching the electric completely, note for note. Then finally, and explosion of sound as drums, bells, and a beautifully lilting voice joined in. Perfection from disorder. A vast difference in each instrument, but a perfect, functional song.

By the end of the song, Del was crying.

***

Approaching Altas she regarded him oddly.

"The instruments. They... they represent us Ghosts don't they?"

"Yes."

"Wh, why did you create something so beautiful, and then give it to me?"

"You are the piano." He responded without acknowledging the question. "Maria is the guitar, Icey is the Sax, Xenogears is the flute, John is the acoustic guitar, Ko'ah is the bells, I am the drums, and the voice is for the lost one Tycho."

Standing there, absolutely speechless, the young woman started to cry a bit more. Tears running down her cheaks as she stood before the Metagen. Biting her lip in a cute girlish fashion, she slowly turned and left. Reaching the adjoining hall she turned back. "Thank you." With that she left, before the 'brid could respond.

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