A brand new slate. (Open)

[nandayu]

Such a bothersome fog of confusion had plagued this inocent man. As many others walked safely, calmly, and quietly down the streets of Radiant Garden, Demitri stood in the center of them all, holding his arms to his side, seemingly frightened, and cold. His eyes closed Demitri could see nothing, nor anyone, meaning many others bumped into the lone male, his black ponytail scratching many faces, grazing their soft, fleshy skin.

To one's naked eye, it seemed as if Demitri was just a scared, lonely child. Wrong. The phase that many other's are currently seeing Demitri enter into is a frightful nightmare-like experience. During this point in time, memories flash back into Demitri's mind, like some sort of show...and it hurts. He does not know why, nor does he care. He just wants it to stop.

After twenty solid minutes of standing there, alone, in the bare bitter weather Demitri opened his eyes, revealing pale, light baby blues that seemed to stare through the crowds of people, and watch as they scattered away, overtime, to their own individual occupations. Soon enough, Demitri was left alone, standing in a pool of his own sorrow. Of course, Demitri knew not who Cloud was, what he did, or anything about him. But, if they met, they would most likely hit it off at first sight. Both are overly emotional.

Demitri still stood where he had been left, holding his sides, still very cold, teeth clattering under the weather. Though his body was exposed to the harsh conditions of mother nature, all he really ached for, was company. A face. It did not have to be a familiar face, just...a friendly face. Or a foe, he did not care. He was just lonely...

[darkunslint]

The cloaked figure walked through the crowds, his bulging outward appearance off-putting, his large Satyr legs ridden with wolf like fur and his enormous hands that bulged about 5 times the size of the average mans, but strangely still in proportion to the man. His large white wing hung, slightly uncomfortably to one side, black scales had crept up the bottom of the wing. The mans face was the only thing un-altered. His eyes a MAKO blue, but the pupils slit like a beast. His large dull brown cloak concealed his torso, and for good reason, his legs up to his knees concealed by the long flowing tattered cloak. This figure was Gael.

Gael knew loneliness, he had been alone for all the life that he could remember, the hot coldness that was the MAKO tank, experiments, changes to his body, the pain. Gael however, didn’t have to remember anything. Staring onwards, the crowds of people wandering around not a care in the world, then, a strange man... no a boy? Stood there, shaking, his eyes closed as if he was stuck inside a storm. Gael had seen that look far too many times; a look of pain, this boy was hurting. Gael slowly walked up to the boy, about half way towards him the boy opened his eyes, the azure blue was slightly off-putting, it was like it didn’t match him. He was still shaking, as if he had just seen a ghost, this boy was truly in some pain.

" Are you ok?" Gael asked the question sincerely, most of the crowds had gone by now, he was a mere metre and a half away from the boy, Gael being rather large for a man, towering over him. " Why do you hurt so?" He asked inquisitively, " What is your name? Where are your parents?" The barrage of questions must have seemed like some kind of interrogation, this was merely how Gaelna operated. " How rude of me, I am Gaelna, call me Gael" Gael smiled slightly, trying to cheer the boy up was currently his prime goal.

[nandayu]

As the cloaked, towering figure closed in on Demitri, a look of frightened terror flashed over his face, the bright, exuberant blue eyes drowned in fear. His nightshade clothing made it seemed as if he were a solemn, strong, and silent individual, with alot on their concious. From head to toe, Demitri's clothing began to shake, and ruffle, as if the wind were trying to topple the frightened adolescent boy, quickly overcame his fear however, though, still untrusting, stepping back from the man. As he cringed back, a long bo staff could be visible, splintering from his back, which apparently showed the teenager could fight.

As Demitri recovered from the panic attack, opening his mouth slightly, he exhaled a deep sigh, looking up at the man, and finding it hard to stare at his MAKO induced eyes. "Gael", the boy spoke, seemingly pleased with this name, as a smile had washed over his face. "Nice name. I'm fine, I'm not hurting". Demitri found it hard to fit all the answers to the overly concerned man, but still saved the best for last, as the wind picked up, blowing the black ponytail, that erupted from the back of his head, embracing the light that the sky had to shine upon his lonely head.

"I don't know if I have parents or not..." His voice was full of dread and uncertainty. And no doubt, fear could be detected from the tone of his voice, for the boy shivered at the thought of never knowing the ones who had conceived him. "As for my name." Demitri lowered his head, staring at the pavement, his blue eyes burning into the ground, and finally, raising his head slowly and solemnly toward the man, followed by a gloved hand with a gear shaped object on top of it. Raising the glove to the man's face, the man would be able to see that on the rusted gear, there bore a name, engraved in the metal. "According to this thing, my name is 'Demitri'."

[darkunslint]

(( Sorry about the shortness, my muse is struggling lately))

Gael may of looked like a brute, the kind of person that was all brawn and no brain, that however was false. Gael was actually thought provoking, he wasn't exactly intelligent but everything that was said meant something to him, he could find things out from words and was very smart in that respect.

"Demitri" gael pronounced. " What a nice name, so what is the problem? You seem lost." Gael stared down at the boy, he imaginde what he must be feeling, a strange oversized man coming up and talking to him out of the blue?

Gael looked to the boys side, a Bo Staff was held to his side. " A weapon at such a young age?" Gael stared at the Bo Staff, its design seemed fairly simple, however, what would a 14 year old boy need with a weapon? Gael had only two weapons, a single, plaine thing katana that was strapped to his back; concealed by his cloak. Gaels second weapon? Himself, his ginormous hands, his speed and his animal instincts that gave him the power to fight. Gael did not enjoy fighting, it bored him.

[nandayu]

Demitri's own eyes slowly followed the gentle brute's, observing that the man had been looking at Demitri's weapon. Of course, what the man did not know, that this was only one of the weapons in Demitri's arsenal. Shifting his feet around nervously, Demitri responded, "I'm not lost", the young man lied, obviously trying to lure the brute away from him with persuavive actions other than violence. Demitri always considered violence to be a secondary option.

"This weapon", Demitri started, the look from his eyes, they showed loneliness, fear, distress. "It's my one of my only means of protection. I must keep it with me, and I don't really know how old I am..."

Demitri stepped another foot back, cautiously, his left, metal plated hand, slowly sliding out in front of him, as the boy got into a battle ready stance. Spreading his feet shoulder width apart, and extending his left arm out, the boy's eyes changed at that moment. They morphed, from a scared, young child, to fierce, young warrior. "Why do you want to know all this..." Demitri's eyes lit up, the fierceness in his eyes had not faded away however. "Do you know me?"

[darkunslint]

Gael held back a smile, he really did want to chuckle. The boy had taken a combat stance, with a Bo Staff? Against Gael? This didn’t make much sense, a child was going to try and attack Gael, if he did it would mean bloodshed on his part, there was no way a boy could damage Gaels body. The most intriguing thing was the eyes, the boys eyes had gone from horror and scared to that of a soldier, why? Just who the hell was this kid? Times like this he was happy that he wasn’t struggling to control his own memories, if he had been there would have been a very strong possibility that Gael would of ripped the boy limb from limb, and that is something Gael disliked. He was a gentle giant.

“ So, why do you stance? I will not fight you unless need be, and even then, we are in the streets, if you really have nothing better on your mind than violence then you should go somewhere else” Gael disliked random and spontaneous acts of violence. “As for why I want to know, it’s because I know those eyes, the looks of struggling, the look of being lost not only here but in your mind and memories” Gael did know this only to well. He had been constantly struggling with who he was, was he Angeal, Datto? For now he was simply himself Gaelna.

Gael slowly took a defensive stance, not drawing any weapons the last thing Gael wanted was conflict.

[nandayu]

Judging from the man's attitude, Demitri could plainly see that the man underestimated Demitri's abilities, and doubted that Demitri could barely bruise the man with just a staff. But, without a moment's hesitation, Demitri's right hand drifted over to his gloved left, landing softly on the metal gear. In a flash of speed, the right hand spun the gear counter-clockwise, and emerging from under the boy's wrist seemed to be a dirk sized blade.


But, the boy decided against a conflict, knowing it would bring nothing, and using the same hand, spun the gear once more, this time clockwise, and the blade sheathed itself back into concealment, away from any prying eyes.

"You're right", Demitri admitted grudgingly. But, Demitri seemed to be puzzled as soon as the word, 'memories' escaped the man's mouth. The puzzled look washed out of his face, and replaced by a sulking, empathetic look. "I have no memories." Demitri's last words were full of sadness, and grievance. "I'm sorry. I'm just not the type that's easy to win over. Besides, I thought you wanted to hurt me. You look like the type of person who would, but your personality says differently."

[darkunslint]

“Aye” was Gael’s immediate response. “ When it comes to memories, I know how they can make you suffer.” The man was mature enough however to know that getting upset over them would solve nothing and so no remorse, or for that no other emotion escaped in his voice. “You do have memories, memories are never gone for good, and there just locked away in a place you can’t get to them. That’s what I believe” Gael truly did believe this, examples would be himself, he had two sets of memories that where merging and struggling for command over the body and he knew that eventually one of the sets would win, that or they would fuse and form something truly horrid.

“As for looking like I do, I get that a lot, people judge so much on appearance that they would never guess I dislike violence.” This was half true. Gael didn’t like violence but at the same time he longed for it. Datto… He wanted the violence, the pain whilst Angeal wanted none of it. “ Why would I harm one I knew nothing of, jumping to be violent will cause nothing but more pain and regret.” He knew that this boy, whatever powers he may have would not be able to destroy him, Gael was strong, it was a fact, and very few could scratch what was beneath his cloak.

“ I shall show you boy… What happens when you give into temptation and long for something so badly that you go to any means to get it.” The sky’s where dark now the streets mainly empty. Slowly, Gael lifted his cloak off. A tattered pair of shorts where his only clothing now, his large muscles that had bulged out of his flesh, his scaled back, wolf like fur covering most of his body. “ I wanted something too much, and now I have confused my memories and destroyed my body. Don’t ever try to get your memories back to my extremes, learn from them. If you’re lucky, you will never have to fight a battle.”

Gael hoped that this demonstration would put the boy off, he knew that if not then he may try and recover his memories by any needs. All it would take would be someone like Dr. Hollander to make an offer and it would be done.

[nandayu]

The expression upon Demitri's face turned grim, as he heard this odd man's words of wisdom. "I don't care if they make me suffer." Demitri spoke these words, as if choosing them carefully, like he wanted to say something else, yet knew that this would not be kind. "I just want them back...and there has been a few people attacking me for no reason a few times before. Perhaps they knew me..." Demitri's eyes turned darker, as they trailed off of Gael's face, to the pavement of the street.

"When I fought them...I felt as if I just wanted to kill them all. Regardless of who they were." These words were true. Demitri could not remember his opponet's face, nor name. All he could remember was the sight of blood, and it's wretched smell, filling the air. Afterwards, he came back to his senses, to see all of his enemies dead, and slaughtered.

The man's word of memories, they were true. In fact, when standing in the cold, where Gael had found him, Demitri had been having sudden flashbacks of his memories, or maybe someone elses, flashing through his mind. Demitri feels as if he's living someone elses life.

"You give off the feeling.." Demitri started, his eyes trailing across the pavement. "You make me feel as if you're one of those people..."

When Gael had removed the claok, Demitri turned his eyes from the street, onto the man with great awe in his eyes. "Wow...you look absolutely...powerful..." Hearing the man's wise words, Demitri's mind filled with other options. Of course, Demitri knew the only way to recover his past was on his own, but this man made the young man realize. During Demitri's fight with those group of people, one nearly killed Demitri. And as Demitri lay, gasping for air, as everything went black, a dark, deep, and evil voice entered his mind. He cannot recall what it said, but for some reason, does not want to..

When he awoke, it was raining, and they were dead.

"Gaelna.." Demitri said the word as if it were a prayer he were to recite, over and over. Demitri knew he could not attain such power that Gaelna had...at least not by himself. "Will you teach me to be as powerful as you?" Of course, Demitri did not want the mutation. It's just, he knew he could not get by on his own strength alone.

[darkunslint]

Gael was shocked at what the boy proposed? Teach him how to be strong? Gael had never learnt to be strong he was made strong, forced to be strong through mutation and coincidence. The idea of teaching this boy was … invigorating. Then an idea sprung into his head, if this boy became strong, then he could be of use to the final cause that Gael had in mind. Perhaps by teaching him this boy could gain what he wanted without becoming ambitious like Gael had become. “ I can teach you… but you must know something first…” Gael said the words in an almost an angelic tempting tone. “ You must dedicate yourself to me and my teachings, you will do as I say under all circumstances.” This would work well; he could help his closest friend and this boy at the same time. Friend however probably wasn’t a good term to use for Sephiroth who Gael knew was probably using him, but he didn’t care.

“ I will teach you then, you will learn the ways of combat and the ways of the beast.” Gael had already named his strange type of combat. The “ Beast” technique would be difficult for a man to learn never mind a human boy who was non mutated. He was sure however, that he could make it work. “ Finally… I will say one thing. If you follow me now, there is a high chance you will die. If you don’t want to risk your life, stay here and I will think nothing more of it.” This was true; if Demitri were not approved of there would be troubles on his part.

Gael slowly put his cloak back on, concealing his horrifying features. “ Let us go then” Gael led the way, slowly walking out of the streets “ Keep up.” Were his last words. Slowly he walked into the caverns that surrounded the gardens, the great maw, and the large battlefields.

[nandayu]

Without hesitation, without any negative thoughts clouding Demitri's clear vision, he walked forward, steadfast, after this kind man who had the decency to consider his proposal. Without any doubt in Demitri's voice, the young man spoke: "I dedicate myself to you, and your teachings without hesitation, nor doubt. I have died once, another death means nothing to me."

Even Demitri could not believe his own words, but still, the young amnesiac soldier continued on. "I am ready to do whatever you need me to do to learn how to become powerful. I will do all that I can."

As the large figure began to trail off, setting off into the caverns, Demitri followed steadfast, not too far behind him. Demitri would do all in his power to become powerful, and reclaim his memories. All of them.

Besides all of that, there was a feeling in Demitri's heart, mind, body, and soul. A feeling that told him: This man will lead you straight to what you are searching for. Shrugging this off, Demitri trailed after his instructor, with a new emotion overcoming his entire being, one that he has never felt before. Determination.