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Post by starseeker on Jul 10, 2011 16:33:31 GMT -4
A young man pushed open the doors to the First District. Entering from the doors near the Moogle shop, the Heartless of the Second District had worn him out a bit. "An unusual amount for this area. Rhea went through the Third District... many more down there."
Myrle walked near the main plaza, and paused for a moment. He then paced back and forth for some time. It shouldn't take her this long. Even in the Third District, there aren't enough Heartless to delay her for one and a half hours...[/color]
Myrle tried to distract himself with little sparkles and flashes, to no avail. He was bored and worried out of his mind. It's not like her... she would've mowed down every last enemy in less than 15 minutes. What's taking so long...?[/color]
Post by bloodbusiness on Jul 11, 2011 1:20:08 GMT -4
A red masked young man sat staring at nothing, scraping loose stones from the cement steps he sat on with a steel claw. The light ops of small fireworks drew in Grey’s attention, as a new face with black hair sat and occupied his time with flashy magic. Surprised that he didn’t smell the new scent, Grey approached the man confidently and asked openly “Hey, is that magic?” Grey plopped down, crossing his legs in front of the man, and feeling no sense of blood lust for the first time in a while. “Mind if I watch?”
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Post by starseeker on Jul 11, 2011 14:51:54 GMT -4
Lost in the sparks and wisps he created, Myrle hardly noticed the figure approaching and talking to him. "...Hm? Yes, I suppose one could say it is. I've been waiting for awhile. Perhaps an audience would divert my attention. Myrle. A pleasure," he said as he took a slight bow. While the person's appearance was not the norm, Myrle took comfort in sensing no ill will and resumed his frivolities. This time, he put on a miniscule fireworks display. Arcs and sparkles of colors flew about the plaza. He did this in the hope that Rhea would spot it as a sort of flare and hurry to First District. After his show, Myrle walked up to the boy he had met before. "Excuse me for asking, but... Where did you get those?"
Post by bloodbusiness on Jul 11, 2011 19:48:11 GMT -4
The show was great and Grey felt himself feeling very normal for a change. Something about this Myrle guy eased the Id inside him. His heart swelled with hope for the future, and that maybe he’d be more human, and less this soon enough. Myrle’s question pulled Grey from his reverie, dark images flooding to his minds eye. He stood, facing his entertainer and deciding what details to skip.
He feigned a laugh. “Ha, well, It’s kind of a long story. Just think demon hunting and archeological discoveries. One thing leads to another and I’m here, in Traverse town.” Grey knocked on the forehead of the mask with his fell gauntlet. “Not coming off anytime soon, either.” Grey smiled, not sure if Myrle cold tell. “I’m Grey, by the way. You said you were waiting for someone?”
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Post by starseeker on Jul 11, 2011 21:18:29 GMT -4
"Hm... Interesting. Oh, by the way, yes. My sister, Rhea. She seems to have been detained in the Third District. I'm done waiting, though." He closed his eyes, and four clones of him appeared. He held an open palm at the large doors, and they opened. His copies went through the door, and it closed. "We had agreed that I'd train in the Second District and she in the Third. Heartless aren't good training partners, however; they don't know when to quit. On another subject...at your will I would lay a hand upon the mask you wear. I might be able to get a reading of it; I have an ability to discern what has happened and such by touching an object." Myrle wondered if his clones were having any luck with Rhea. He readied himself, making the aura on his hands visible. {40% MP Remaining}
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Post by bloodbusiness on Jul 12, 2011 1:22:02 GMT -4
A year ago, seeing those clones of Myrle would have startled and bewildered Grey, but he was jaded now. He faced a luminescent palm requesting consent. Grey thought to the darkness he felt, true and internal, when he’d first touched the mask. Like a whole year’s worth of bad memories all at once. He remembered Ari hadn’t actually touched the mask when he checked it out, but Myrle seemed different, that was for sure. Grey’s easiness was strangely well placed with this young man. Besides, what did Grey have to hide?
" If it interests you that much, no worries.” Grey took a step and thought ‘It’s probably not as bad as I remember. Memories always warp over time.’ It was as the mask made contact with Myrle’s palm that he remembered what he had to hide. He killed his employer and childhood comrade brutally, and in cold blood…
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Post by starseeker on Jul 12, 2011 15:45:40 GMT -4
Myrle touched his hand against the forehead part of the mask. A flood of images rushed his mind, and with them a strange feeling. After about ten seconds had passed, he felt it harder to keep his hand on the mask. Almost as if he needed its permission as well... About twenty seconds later, a stabbing headache struck him.
After an entire minute, he couldn't touch the mask anymore. Finding the nearest wall, he leaned wearily against it. "What was that...? I thought that was only a myth, a rumor..." Myrle stood in the direction of Grey, and put on a contemplative yet inquisitive face.
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Post by bloodbusiness on Jul 14, 2011 0:30:29 GMT -4
Unsure of what to say, Grey felt nervous. He remembered what Ari said about Darkness, and how people didn't take to kindly to it. Myrle seemed nice, so Grey was figured he wouldn't love the idea of killing people for their blood. Hopefully he hadn't seen that far.
"I don't know much more than you. All that can be said is I-" Grey stopped himself, deciding to choose his words carefully. "feel much different than before." he finished. In an attempt to change the subject: "So your sister is in the third district? what do you say we go scope it out? maybe she needs help."
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Post by starseeker on Jul 14, 2011 13:22:03 GMT -4
"Hmm. Yes... The copies of me haven't come back yet. However, we should check the Second District after that. She might have gone looking for me. I appreciate your willingness to help." Myrle once again reached at the door, and it opened. "Shall we? Assuming that Grey was following, he walked through, and after a second or two, let the doors return to their default. "Now, there really aren't very many places one could get lost in here. If anything, she got swarmed by some Heartless or the like." He spread his arms, and started to float in the air. He rose quite a bit to get a bird's-eye view, but there was no sign of Rhea. After descending, he informed Grey, and began to move on. A group of Heartless stopped his advance, however. He had his clones, wherever they were, teleport to his location. They braced for a scuffle.
Post by bloodbusiness on Jul 14, 2011 16:01:22 GMT -4
"Hey! awesome!" Grey shouted exuberantly. He'd never seen so many heartless at once.
Basically, everything grey had done for the past two weeks was violent. Either he hunted prey for blood, or chased and slayed heartless (only to pass the time until he needed to hunt again.). It turned into a game of hide and kill, but he'd never seen such a horde, nor had they ever approached him.
He dove head-first past the apparitions of Myrle, rolled straight into the fray, planted one knee against the floor and shoved four steel fingers into the dark matter of a shadows 'face'. He ripped away at an angle, causing the heartless to fade away in a dusty black cloud.
Grey had never seen these Large Body heartless before."Wow. Whats that?" He sprinted, kicking smaller shadows out of the way as he ran. "Looks strong. Dibs!"
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Post by starseeker on Jul 14, 2011 20:00:20 GMT -4
"As you wish," Myrle said as he cast Haste upon Grey.(46%) He turned his attention to a horde of Air Soldiers and a Morning Star. While his doubles engaged the former, he attacked the latter by shooting a beam of magic into the sky, bursts of it raining down upon the area(30%). The Morning Star was speared multiple times, and faded into darkness. While his doppelgangers were fending the other Heartless, he went off to search for Rhea again. Hmm... She must be in the Second District.[/color] He floated off in the direction of the doors, opened them, and proceeded to scour the area. After about five minutes, he sent up a sort of flare using magic. I don't want Grey to wonder where I went suddenly.[/color] Thus far, Rhea is missing.
Post by bloodbusiness on Jul 14, 2011 21:28:10 GMT -4
Exciting and new, Grey took the Haste in stride and slayed the heartless with doubled efficiency. after what seemed like too few enemies, he slashed his way through the last Air soldier. After taking a deep breath he noticed how faint Myrle's scent had become. (the clones had no blood, so no scent.) Simultaneously, a sort of flare burned through the immediate sky, only to fall right back down as it fizzled out.
Grey leaped from where he stood, morphing his splintered being into many, many bats that traveled swiftly in the direction of the signal. practically no time passed before he was on the rooftop above where Myrle stood, re-established in his humanoid form.
"You alright?" Grey almost asked from his perch, but he noticed an alluring new scent that shook his heart with the same old feral sensation. Damn it, no. not tonight. His hand coiled into a tight fist, doing his best to hold himself back. Who the hell could this be that I'm sensing?
Grey took short, light breaths to try and calm himself. This worked, for the most part. Proud, and a little overly confident, He hopped down from the roof, turning into a roll at the bottom. "Any luck?" the scent was stronger now. uh-oh.
Post by starseeker on Jul 15, 2011 17:44:36 GMT -4
"Not thus far. I have to keep looking." Myrle did not know, and in truth didn't feel the need to know how Grey got up on that building. "We should keep searching."
Rhea twitched. She smelled something... really, really bad. And she smelled Bro. "Great." She, seemingly from nowhere, dropped out of the sky. She actually jumped from the bell tower, high into the air. As she plummeted, she unsheathed her rapier, Austere. Infusing herself and it with pure energy, a huge explosion ensued on impact with the ground. The force was so great that she seemed to have overextended her knee. "Get away from him... unh!" Rhea dropped to one knee, sending a dirty look at the armored figure before her. "Don't trust him! He's got a smell like a demon!" To the masked man, she yelled, "Get away from him!" She sent the links of her other sword, Void, at the man.
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Post by bloodbusiness on Jul 16, 2011 0:25:55 GMT -4
(OoC: Let me know if you've got any problems with this, and ill make adjustments accordingly!)
The smell of a woman had once been a thing of poetry, but now it was crippling. It was the first time since the change occurred that he needed to curve his impulses, and that he thought of anyone but himself.
Rhea's startling entrance literally shook the earth below him, and would leave a lasting impression in his mind forever.
Grey was so occupied by the smell and look of this girl, that his sense of hearing was neglected. He missed most of the words but managed to catch "Smells like a demon!" Her eyes in his direction, Grey quickly turned his head to look back.
Please, please don't be talking about me. There was nothing but buildings and street lamps behind him, so of course she was talking about him. Just as he turned to face her again, something fierce planted itself deep in his left shoulder, spinning him once before knocking him to the cold stone floor, the steel dug in deep.
Grey felt his defensive instincts tearing out from inside his belly. He lay, barely moving for nearly thirty seconds, fighting a losing battle against his impulses. He took one deep breath in an attempt to calm his mind, but it was counter productive, for he inhaled a heavy dose of that girl's beautiful scent.
Feral rage drove his actions now. He hopped to one knee, Grabbed the remaining sword-chain-whip-thingy, and pulled on it as hard as he could. The leverage was enough to quickly bring him to his feet. He spun his body in, towards the chain, wrapping it around himself until his body was pressed against her's, his Gauntlet's talons placed against her throat. Gleeful for the kill, Grey nearly lunged his arm through her flesh right there. His heart sank, though, when he realized he'd accidentally wrapped the blade-chain, starting at the shoulder, around his own neck. One stiff tug on the hilt would rip him open. It would seem they were at a stalemate.
Post by starseeker on Jul 16, 2011 13:31:04 GMT -4
Knocked onto the ground, Myrle knew that such a feat could be performed by none other than... "Rhea... What are you-" As he sat, a spectator to the fight quickly unfolding, thoughts raced through his head. Should I stop them...? Maybe this will resolve itself...
But it didn't.
Rhea quickly let Void relax, and let it back into sword form. "Hmph. Now this wouldn't be any fun!" As she ran to give Grey what he should've gotten a few seconds ago, she was stopped by Myrle. And Myrle, Myrle, Myrle, and Myrle. "Stay outta this!" "You have this wrong, Rhea! It isn't him you smelled. You smelled... those." He pointed at the strange armor, and whispered in her ear-- "Larva et caestus habentur. Grey occidet cetum ad actu, sed non cogitavit ire." Rhea bowed, both apologetic and embarassed.
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