In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
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Laughter erupted as a gothic young man with a fine physique was thrown out of the bar, the doors swung open as he was hauled out, his face smacked against them, creating a small gash on his forehead, but landing in a heap against the cold yet wet kerb as heavy rain poured down on him was worse.
Drunkenly, he got up, his bottle of alcohol still in hand, a few drops had spilled out though, he stared at the bar in disgust, struggling to stand as he stumbled like a dizzy fool.
"I'll...be...b..ack," he slurred "you'll..nhg...see" he then began to walk, well, stagger away, drunk out of his mind, mixed emotions going through him, but mainly depression and anger "fucking bastards..." he muttered before turning around, glaring at the tavern, his voice raised in volume "what would they know, eh!? Bloody throw me out of your...mgh...precious bar! You can all go to-!" he was cut off as he fell backwards and smacked his head against the floor, he was still concious, but just chose to lay there, the rain falling still...
Just a few feet away from the strange display stood a tall figure staying in the shadows. The man watched the drunkard go on yelling at the bar, and he looked quite hammered. Something about him was strange however, something about was quite right. Most people avoided Caxnon due to his intimidating outfit...or at least thats what people say. But he knew the real reason...it was his eyes.
The nobody opened the sliver eyes that shined in the darkness. '' Making such a racket won't help'' Caxnon said to the man. After he spoke he looked at the man from the shadow that he stood in, waiting for an answer.
Haunt just lay there as the rain poured down on him, the puddle above his head tinted red slightly due to blood escaping the back of his head as he fell. Death was beginning to sound good right about now, but the look of the Reaper just made him disgusted.
"Fuck off, I'm not in the mood..." he slurred, drunkenly punching at the imaginary figure hovering over him, the drunk scitzo then rolled onto his side, slowly getting up. Immediately, he bowed his head, closing his insane yet hypnotic yellow eyes tightly, placing his hand to his forehead as if he had a spitting headache.
The gothic man slowly swayed a little, trying to keep his balance, it was then he heard the voice, his glazed eyes searched the area for the source. "What th...ngh..." his legs buckled in different directions "mind your own...guh...business..." he growled, punching himself in the head, thinking that his mind was playing tricks on him before realising someone was there.
He tilt his head back, groaning boredly. "What would you know?"
Caxnon stepped out of the shadows and looked at the person. He didn't look like the type who would go around killing people, nor did he seem evil...just common. Caxnon analyzed him further and checked the state of his clothes in the process. If it wasn't because of hwo strange the man looked, the nobody might have just walked on.
'' I know enough to tell you that getting drunk in a bar isn't much use you to you, especially if your going to roam the streets at this hour. Most people like you don't make it through the night. As you can see, your head is already bleeding'' Caxnon said.
Already, a small drunken smirk appeared on Haunt's deathly black lips. "People like me..." he repeated, his head spinned slightly as he turned to face the stranger "people like you...shouldn't be around people like me" he slurred sincerely, Haunt was cold as a lone grave, but only slightly was he soft, he wasn't in any state to be flipping his lid today, so he stumbled over to a nearby bench and sat down, his head kept bowing, making it seem like he was about to pass out.
"What are you...ugh...doing here an...yway?..." he droned, his glazed eyes just about managed to stare at the man before him, it was then he felt the blood trickle down his face, he just shrugged it off "blood is blood...a lot more where that came from".
'' I'm simply resting...I didn't know that was a crime'' Caxnon said. He was starting to lose his interest in this person quite fast. There wasn't much to say to a crazy person anyway, besides the guy was completely out of his mind. He probably wouldn't remember any of this later on.
Caxnon decided to watch him instead..since he was clearly beyond any form of converse..at least at the moment
Festis was soaked. He was soaked and frustrated, neither of which did anything to help him think as he skulked through the rain while distracted with his thoughts. Is nobody here able to give me useful information? It's as if all these pathetic little cowards are so afraid of their own shadows that they don't even bother to find out about the people next door! You would think their fear would cause them to do something productive, but no. Instead it causes them to hide in little holes like rats hiding from cats!
It was during this mental rant that Festis was snapped from his thoughts by the sound of conversation. As he slowed his pace and looked up, he noticed two men, one looking about ready to faint from drunkenness with the other looking like a fighter that's not intending to fight. Neither looked like the average citizen, and both looked interesting. Hmmm... this might just be interesting. Festis kept a smirk from showing on his face as he moved closer, slowly enough to not surprise while quickly enough to not seem overly cautious. It was during this that Festis caught what the standing man said.
"That shows how much you know. Seeing the looks some people get around here, you'd think breathing was a crime, let alone actually bothering to rest." Festis frowned in scorn for the people here, resisting the urge to spit on the ground, as he spoke.
Haunt blinked slowly trying to register what Caxnon was saying. "Simple...que...stions should..ugh...be answered simp..ly," he slurred, thinking that the man was getting cocky, Haunt despised that. He just sat there, his head moving in all directions, it started to hurt.
"You drink...and drink, but the problem's still...guh...there.." he said, gagging slightly before raising his drunken tone "I don't care...! Hic...fuckers" he then let himself fall back so that he was laying on the bench.
It was then he heard another voice, even though he was drunk, he still knew that it wasn't Caxnon's voice, whoever it was sounded like they knew what they were talking about. "Here here, my friend..." he mumbled, raising an imaginary glass with effort "nnh...can't walk down the street...without people thinkin' I'm gon...na...kill 'em..." he scoffed after "...half the peo...ple here a..re cowards...any..way..."
The nobody simply stared at the newcomer blankly..as if he made no sense at all. The gunblader still refused to speak, as it seemed pointless. The first guy was hammered, and the second was...well odd. He didn't understand what it was about him that attracted so many strange people, which were usually the ones that try to kill him.
Perhaps he was cursed...though it wasn't likely.
Caxnon simply sighed waiting for something of significance to take place.
Festis smiled grimly in acknowledgment of the drunk man's words, noting that the one standing did not speak at all, which caused Festis to be curious. "What brings either of you to the oh so lovely place known as traverse town? It's obvious just from looking at you that it isn't for seeing the sights..."
Festis couldn't help but feel like something was going to happen as he stood looking at these two. There's something about the silent one... I can't quite place it, but he is definitely different... While thinking this, Festis kept a hard eye on the silent figure, trying to figure out what was causing the reaction.
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Haunt could feel the vertigo from drinking slowly pass, his head really started to hurt. "Guh, what am I doing here?" he repeated in a slur "getting drunk off my ass, waiting for some kind of miracle, that's what...I don't care..." the darkly dressed man managed to lift himself up so that he was sitting, his head spun slightly whilst doing so.
"Name's Haunt..." he said dispassionately "Haunt Loveless, don't ask where I'm from...'cause I haven't the f***ing slightest idea..." with those words, he stared coldly yet dully at the two men before him "God..what a freak show..."
Caxnon still watched the drunken man with little interest. He wondered what exactly he was doing here. He usually had a plan..or somewhere of importance to be. What was different about today? Why was he stuck here with these two?
He looked at the Haunt, then looked at the other man.
'' Well....wasn't that an interesting introduction?'' Caxnon said to the person named Haunt.
Festis listened to the introduction distractedly, only half paying attention as he felt the urge for battle bubble forth. He felt like he needed to know what was different about this situation that made him want to test the prowess of those around him. As it surged forth, he tensed his muscles slightly. Slowly, Festis calmed the battle lust, speaking in as even a tone as he could.
"Well, if we're doing introductions... I'm Festis Prate. I make a living by selling my blade to the highest bidder. Right now, that means killing heartless for small change, though I'd prefer more... lucrative exploits." Festis turned, looking at the only man to not have introduced himself. "And you are?"