Goodbye Silence(open to shinigami)

[Wildshadow]

Wildshadow sighed and flopped down onto a rock in her cave. She was finally back, after a year in the human world. She had been researching electronics, computers and digital music players in particular. Wildshadow couldn't stand the silence in her cave in the mountain realm. It was just plain creepy; too silent. After long hours of studying prints and instruction manuals, and even longer hours ruining materials with her claws. But finally she had succeded, and had even figured out how to power her new toys from the Shinigami realm. She had had the ingenious idea to use a bit of her Death Note. When fused with the wiring in a certain way, it used some of the life span she had aquired as electricity. The only catch was that she couldn't let her life run out, because it would continue to draw power, and kill her. Of course, that was if she could get a peice to last forever. So far the paper would burn up after a decades worth of power.

For now, however, she could relax, as she powered up the music player and hooked in a set of surround sound speakers. The only other problem Wildshadow would have was when she needed more music. She would deal with that when it happened, though. For now she played her full collection of Disturbed. She nodded her head and tapped her foot paw thing to the beat of the words. She twitched her tail like a metronome to a 4/4 beat. Normally she would use the time a peice was written in, but upun not having the time information she did her best to find a speed and used the default beat. Knowing how her mind processed keys, pitches, speeds, beats and time signatures, many found it hard to beleive that even the mellowest tune could relax her, let alone screaming death metal.

Wildshadow sighed as another song started, blasting the lyrics out across the mountainside, echoing continously, making the sounds a jumbled mess until you're actually at the entrance.

I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

Now, did you read the news today?
They say the danger has gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
They're burning into the night

There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

[Havoc]

After sleeping for a long week and creating some much needed chaos by killing an important world leader in the human world, it was now time for him to walk around the shinigami world and socialize. Havoc wanted to gamble, however the other shinigami was currently sitting around talking how bored they was and didn't have the time to gamble. Havoc sighed about how lazy they were and they almost threw fits saying he was too active for no reason. He had a reason....he had been asleep for seven days, almost eight!


How pathetic, nothing to do around here. he thought to himself. Going to the human world was completly out of the question. Set by the shinigami king, he was sentenced stay at the shinigami realm. Until his sentence was up, which it dangerously close to, he would have to wait it in the shinigami realm where nothing fun or climatic ever happened. Sometimes he wondered if it would be better for him to go on a killing spree and make the human world like the shinigami world but that would take up too much time and writing. Havoc's mind was haunting.

Expanding his black, jewel incrested wings and tightning his hood (resembling the grim reaper), he flew around practically all the realms there was. The last stop was the mountain realm, where he would see if any shinigami was gambling. However, he heard something that blasted his ears.

What the hell? Havoc thought. He followed the music and he then found himself at a cave, inhabited by a female shinigami. He looked around and saw speakers, blasting rock music. Havoc was a shinigami of relaxation, like many other death gods. Havoc tapped his scythe and looked stared at the shinigami listening to the music. He walked around and touched the speakers, amazed that she could get such of an invention to work in the shinigami realm. He saw speakers and heard music like this in the human world almost religiously, but he was surprised to see it in a dismal place like the realm -especially in the mountain realm.

"Are you the owner of this?" He shouted, tapping the speaker lightly with his scythe.

[Wildshadow]

Wildshadow was moving away to her music, enjoying the rhythm it sent through her body. Deciding to change things up, she nodded her head at the on beat, and tapped her foot paw thing at the off beat. She was still marveling at the difference when another shinigami entered her cave. She payed him no mind at first, but became suspicious when he got nearer to her speakers. When he touched them, her body went stiff, not moving even though the music continued. Apparently the other shinigami didn't notice the way she tensed her muscles, or how a murderous air entered the cave.

The new shinigami poked her speakers with his scythe and asked a question. Wildshadow didn't hear the question, her ears were filled with a buzzing the moment he touched her precious speakers with his weapon. She turned the music off and a furious hiss escaped her, quickly turning into a low warning growl. She leaped at the other shinigami, swiping the scythe away toward the entrance of the cave. Ears lated back, Wildshadow pinned the shinigami to the ground. Staring at him with burning eyes, Wildshadow growled out, "Don't ever touch the speakers again, if you value your sanity. Now, since you're in my cave, you are advised to listen to the rules. One; you never, ever touch the speakers. Two; you respect my rules as though I were the King. Three,... I don't have any more, but you better not piss me off, or you'll wish you could die. Do ya' got that!?" Wildshadow continued staring into the other shinigami's eyes, ears layed back and tail lashing angrily, waiting for his answer. She had finally found a way to escape the silence at home, and she would fight the Shinigami King himself if he threatened her music. This shinigami's mistake had been taking his weapon near her speakers. If he hadn't had anything that could damage them, Wildshadow would have answered his question with good cheer, but he just had to threaten the music.

[Havoc]

Havoc looked around the walls of the cave to see the wiring of the speakers. The shinigami was amazed on how she got it working in such a place As he was inspecting the speakers and the cave, he drew an eye at the shinigami who looked like she was on the defensive state. She stared at him and he followed suit, wondering what he was doing that made her so angry. Was it his presence in the cave or the fact that he was touching her stereos. A grin spread on Havoc as he walked back towards the speaker, only to mess with her even more. He drew his scythe, only to have it smacked away from his hands. He gasped and brought his foot down. He struck a nerve in her and she did the same to him. However, before Havoc could react, he was attacked and pinned on the floor by the young shinigami.

He sneered at her as he remained on the ground. She was much shorter than he expected, the only shinigami he saw about her size was Jealous or Oana. She had much more strength than he expected too. He listened and heard a growl, however Havoc looked at her and scoffed. He had to contain a laugh when she made the rules of her cave. Havoc had a say in the matter too and he extended his wings and started to flap them furiously, moving as much dirt and pebbles at the two.

"First off, get off of me. What gives you the right to pounce on me! These speakers too... don't worry about me touching them."

[Wildshadow]

Wildshadow ignored the dust and pebbles blowing into her face. This guys sneer was really irritating her. However, she got off of him and grasped his hand firmly in her paw. She couldn't help her claws extending a bit to press into the shinigami's skin, even as she must be nearly crushing his hand. She growled at him, "My right is that you're in my home, and you're endangering my hard work with you're knife. I wouldn't mind you touching my stuff, but no sharp objects. I had a hard enough time putting the stuff together using my claws, and I doubt that you could control that hulking thing anywhere near as good as I can my claws."

Having helped her guest up, Wildshadow went and picked up his scythe. She had no doubt that this would vex him to no end. Looking at the weapon, Wildshadow thought of her third rule. No weapons past the entrance, no exceptions. She leaned the scythe against the wall of the enterance. With a wicked smirk, she told the older shinigami, "I have rule number three," she said silkily, with a bit of teasing, "no weapons past the entranceway, and no exceptions." Oh, how much Wildshadow hoped to cut the right nerve. She could tell that this shinigami was old fashioned. He most likley wouldn't attack a young girl in her own home, only trying to protect herself from ruffians who might come barging in. Already she could feel her innocent, scared little girl act coming into play. Not only did this older man seem too proper to attack her, but Wildshadow did not see a single thread of violence from him connecting to herself. Of course, those things have been known to change very quickly, very dramatically. Perhaps Wildshadow was overconfident in her own home. Perhaps, she just wanted an adrenalin rush. But most likley, he had seriously pissed her off, and endangered her hard work, when she had just gotten home. Whichever, she would play him out a bit, walking a very narrow line.

[Havoc]

Havoc sighed as she removed her from him. That was the first time in a long while he was actually attacked by a shinigami, he hated the feeling then and this time had the same affect. As the young shinigami picked him up, he felt his skeleton hand crush and the bones studded with jems scrap together. He looked around at the cave, then back at the speakers. If he wasn't careful, he could've poked a hole in the speaker and judging how little she had to work with, he would've wrecked all of her hard work.

"Oh, apologies. I see your hard work placed in these speakers, considering that you have dirt and rocks to work with. How did you get these things working without electricity?" He asked.

He then looked at his scythe which was now standing up against the wall, thanks to the young shinigami. She was right about one thing; it was getting to be a challenge to carry the scythe because time was slowly catching up to him, after all he had been living for a some long years. He spent much of his time in the human world so he knew much of their technology.

"No weapons past the door eh? That's fair," He lied gritting his teeth. This was the first time he ever been to a house -cave- that had its own set of rules. The shinigami world was getting weirder and weirder every day. He sighed and kept his cool, simply fixing his robe and keeping his focus on the young shinigami. He examined her and found that she wasn't like the other shinigami in the realm. Her body wasn't stitched up or falling apart, it was intact and looking very modern.

"My name is Havoc, you are?"

[Wildshadow]

Wildshadow started; the shinigami named Havoc didn't seem in the least bit angry with her for touching his be-gemed scythe. Instead he was making small talk! Well, this wouldn't be as interesting, but at least her prized speakers weren't in danger any more. So Wildshadow answered his first question, "I actually just got back from a trip to the human world. I studied electronics, and made my speakers there. Well actually," she corrected herself, "I brought the raw materials back, and assembled them here." Wildshadow had a smug expression on her face, very proud of herself. She licked a hand-paw and ran it over an ear, washing it in feigned modesty.

In response to Havoc's question about her name, Wildshadow walked over to a place on her wall where a poem was quoted, written in her own blood-ink mixture. Going over it again with the middle claw of her left hand, Wildshadow read,

" The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, or George or Bill Bailey -
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum -
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover -
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name."

Wildshadow turned around to face Havoc, a knowing smile on her face. She tapped the side of her nose with her ink-filled claw and said, "T.S. Elliot knew what he was talking about. I will tell you my second name, as you and I are not close enough for my less formal name. But of course, you can never know my true name. I am Wildshadow, inventor, technician, and poet extroidinare." She indicated her speakers and her own poems written in various places on the walls while stating a few of her titles. She drew her toung over her writing claw to clean out the remaining blood and ink. If she didn't, it would dry and clog up, requiring her to damage the nail and wait for it to grow back before she could write anything.