The Great Sumireko Usami, in Crisis!
The sudden jolt of electricity from behind Sumireko as she was about to give chase was... shocking, to say the least. In fact, to say that it was painful was a huge understatement. Despite all of her supernatural capabilities, Sumireko is a normal human with an almost completely human body only mildly affected by her time in Gensokyo. It was by sheer miracle, or perhaps due to those exact slight modification, that she didn't end up completely paralyzed.
As if it was not irritating enough already, the very being that nearly jolted her to kingdom come proceed to carry her by its shoulder and swung her body unpleasantly while it walked before dropping her roughly, adding even more pain to her body.
"It hurts!!! It hurts like hell, you idiot!!!" said Sumireko as she landed on her bottom,
"This is violence against underage child!!! I might have long passed my age of consent, but still! I'll make every single one of you pay for making my butt hurt!!!"
And then when the Sith Lord asked her identity, perhaps with a hint of sarcasm, the brunette responded with a stare of utter disbelief
"Preposterous, the lot of you!" As if the pain in her body was swept away by her anger (it's not, by the way), Sumireko immediately jumped and stood with one hand on her chest and the other extended sideway while her head raised, akin to a magician or perhaps a swindler introducing themselves in grandeur fashion.
"The most brilliant of mind, the fairest of lassies, The one who will transcend knowledge, that is me, the great Sumireko Usami!"
It was a boisterous introduction, one filled with pride and zeal. What's more, for a mere human girl to publicly announce her identity without a shed of fear and reservation before beings of inhuman presence such as Shao Kahn, the Conqueror of Realm or Dio Brando, the prince of darkness whose thirst for power knows no bound, it's only natural for one to come to conclusion that this girl got some loose screws in her mind. Such is the arrogance of one who sees other as inferior, yet it was by no mean a baseless arrogance, for the girl never saw a being too frightening to give her heart a sense of reluctance. No human or any supernatural existence has ever made her tremble in fear.
That is, until she met
her.
Sumireko would never forget that encounter in the city skyline. Her opposition entirely human, and one she should not even be afraid of, for she had once claimed victory against her. Shrine Maiden of Paradise; Red and White Lotus Butterfly; Protector of the Fantasy Land; a fair maiden blessed with abundance of fortune, yet found herself often get pushed into troubles she never want to have anything to do with.
It was perhaps the biggest irony in her life that among beings which included gods and immortals, the one who frightened Sumireko the most was an otherwise
normal female human being.
Reimu Hakurei is powerful beyond words. In a fatal oversight, Sumireko failed to recognize that fact, and she has to pay the price. In fact, the shrine maiden was powerful enough to push Sumireko to unleash her full power, a feat not many can pride themselves for. It was a humbling experience for Sumireko, and though she retained her curious, egocentric upbringing, anxiety lingers in her heart knowing that something even more powerful might lies somewhere out there.
That very same anxiety had never left her, even right now as she stood before the group of villains, albeit the trace was extremely faint and easily covered up with her reckless and gaudy upbringing. Her existence is that of stubbornness, born from her unquenchable thirst for knowledge and indomitable power no normal being could even begin to assess. Thusly it was only natural for her to ignore any sign of warning her body gave unto her mind, and not even the presence of multiple beings of otherworldly strength could shake her determination.
Whatever is the lot of humankind I want to taste within my deepest self. I want to seize the highest and the lowest, to load its woe and bliss upon my breast, and thus expand my single self titanically, and in the end go down with all the rest.
If Sumireko Usami were to be likened to Faust, then undoubtedly the being who stands before her -- with visage dazzling beyond word, yet his voice rang throughout like a beast -- could only be described as the devil. Mephistopheles, or perhaps even Lucifer, whichever faith led one to believe. He was most unlike other in this uncanny assembly, souls rotten beyond saving. He was akin to that of a blinding radiance, one of the only two beings in this group worthy of her attention. Had they met under a different circumstances, then even Sumireko would find herself naturally attracted to this beguiling light.
Sumireko is arrogant, stubborn, and above all,
fool, for only the foolish would succumb themselves to the devil's sweet nectar of lies.
And yet things are now vastly different from what she wanted to be. The beast before her did not shine his brightest. His light, otherwise would blind and entrance other into subjugation, was snuffed out into nothing but a dying ember unable to lit up even a small room. He was Mephisto... if by some miracle God would act and deliver his due judgement upon him. Now he is but a mere insect crawling among the maggots he verily despised. Meanwhile, she -- his Faust -- has already been encaged before she even made her cursed pact with the devil.
The stage is not being set properly. This is not how things are supposed to unveil. Fixing is necessary and must be done quick, for the spectators may grew impatient.
She can't help but chuckled at this fortune wrapped up as misfortune.
"Heh," Sumireko cocked her head sideway with her hand tapping on her chin. Her gaze, laden with arrogance, met directly with that of Dio's,
"so there is someone interesting among the lot of you, after all."
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SilverAsh
"Then what about having one man, who can discern throught traps and ambushes as easy as breathing, scout the area first and report back?" said SilverAsh toward the group as he strode away from the group toward the direction where the telephatic voice told them, "I don't like this premise either, but right now we cannot afford to just sit there while moping and lazying around. Some of you are free to stay being indecisive, but don't let that drag the rest of the peers down."
Before he left the group, the snow leopard man turned toward Deadpool.
"Traps and ambushes are futile against me, but if by a very slim chance I fell into one and do not return..." he was about to warn Wade of something, but decided against it, "...never mind. You know what to do. Though you might be a bit on the extreme end of lunacy scale, I am sure you're not a buffoon, Mr. Wade."
And with that awkward farewell, SilverAsh dashed away from toward the direction of the hotel, leaving the group hopefully only for a while.