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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 7, 2009 17:35:02 GMT -4
Not many people tend to visit this region of Traverse Town, and it was quite understandable. It was an alley, and the townspeople were weary of being alone in far dark places feeling an omonous aura possibly given off by their fear of heartless and nobodies. Perhaps Samael should fear them as well, but he was created to be a weapon, so he felt safer with himself than the people of this world. Humans made him feel uncomfortable not willingly to trust them. The only people he trusted were Marluxia and Seth.
He truly missed Seth's present. His elements tended to soothe his tension and anxiety, even if they were around each other for a small amount of time. It was their similarity that had drawn to together making them aliens amongst the people. No one could understand them unless they were like them, and thus far there weren't any other mutants roaming around. Instead there were rude humans.
With his low social skills and liking towards other, Samael became quite lonesome quickly. His flowers kept him company, but once he was spoiled with humane contact like Marluxia and Seth, he yearned for it. Then again, he wished for his solitude away from others; he was quite selective of who to talk to.
Like he wanted, he was sitting solo along a stream of sort. It was in the ground, so the mutant can sit on it with his foot wadded in the water. This was the closest he could get to a water element. Around him there were green vines stretching along the walls where his head leaned against. He sighed against them bringing a richer color to their surfaces. His feet slowly kicked the water pushing his violet flowers with tuned ripples.
From a distant nobodies watched him, the dusk probably noticed the small lingering scent of Marluxia on the boy that was fading by the moment, but as usual they were hesistant to approach him. Samael can easily harm them without attacking.
Post by darkunslint on Nov 7, 2009 18:50:14 GMT -4
Darkun sat down the river, several nobodies had been starting at something but nobodies never seemed to bother him, he often wondered why, perhaps he could befriend them some day. The boy was sat up, one leg was straight, the foot dangling off the edge of the bank but not in the water, the other was bent at the knee allowing support for his arm. That’s when he was overcome, the flowers floated down the lake, slowly, softly, and their beauty inspiring him to sing.
He glanced each way twice to ensure that no one was nearby to hear him.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming, Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights. Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming, the goddess of imaginary light.
He sang slowly, his voice rebounding down the bank as he leant forward cupping a flower in his hand only to have the shadows leak from his hand and rip the flower to petals. The petals fell to the floor; it was like scissors to paper.
In my field of paper flowers, and candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours, and watch my purple sky fly over me.
Glancing up slowly towards the sky, he fell flat to his back, finishing off his song.
I linger in the doorways, of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name; Let me stay, where the wind will whisper to me, where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.
If you need to leave the world you live in, Lay your head down and stay a while. Though you may not remember dreaming, something waits for you to breath again.
He stopped singing now, his voice had echoed along the banks of the lonely river, Darkun enjoyed being alone, no one he had met had every enjoyed his company apart from Lily. Boy, he wished she were here. Aside from that one girl, the others wouldn’t speak to him, they must be frightened. The words of “ Freak” “monster” echoed through his conciseness before he slowly spoke out, almost reassuring himself.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 7, 2009 19:31:45 GMT -4
Samael didn't expected a sound from the Nobodies; even if they were given the ability to speak, he doubt he would be able to understand the white lanky Dusks. His heavy sigh brushed against his vines' leaves with a soft rustle, but another breeze made him quiver, a voice. A voice that rippled in his ears so randomly making it difficult for him to ignore. Purple butterflies fluttered around him before landing on the ripple water stream; they turned into violets.
Slowly in a trance, he dragged his feet against the floor making the water slush and stir with his slow pace as he approached the dark opening where the tunnel of water led. He could feel a pinch within him; a flower has been shredded, released a drowsy pheromon in a defense, and reverted to damage illuminous butterflies wings before fading away into the abyss.
Blonde brows knitted tightly in a frown, but the song would allow him to keep it. The violets that followed him began releasing their soothing scent slowly. It seeped the scent at a low rate making Samael calm instead of a full blow relaxing depressant. The tunnel was dimly lit by purple, the butterflies, as he walked towards soft glows of greens and blues.
Standing in a cavern, a medium height male with rolled up pants legs stopped. His button shirt was messily untucked out of his pants with several free buttons. Blonde strands of hair fell freely from a rose bound ponytail softly covering his matching fare amber eyes. He looked delicate and soft enough to be a girl, a stereotype that Samael was growing tired of. Curiously, he leaned his head glancing around for the source of the voice. He was too captivated to see dusks nearby.
Slowly he moved forward not wanting to provoke them as they slipped by him towards the exit like serpents.
I'm not a monster.
Moving faster, he finally found a source, "Who said you are one?"
He couldn't make out a face instantly with the blue hair flaring out of a hat. The stranger was very...dressy to the point it seemed over done. There were so many buckles and profound stitches, and Samael could help but to tilt his head in curiousity in wonder. Beneath the mass of blue hair, he could make out a pair of red strips.
Post by darkunslint on Nov 7, 2009 19:45:27 GMT -4
Darkun was shaking his head, his multi-coloured attire that he always wore, the belts wrapping around it in a strange but to him fashionable sense. His hat, the clasp never actually done up, the bottom half of his face concealed by the collar that rose above his chin. His azure blue hair spiked backwards from the hat at an angle so that it could still be seen from the front. A few strands lay on his forehead, the strange tattoo markings that actually spread throughout his entire body glistened slightly with the rippling water. That’s when the voice spoke, almost like a question to his question.
“Who said you are one”
The voice called to him, Darkun quickly rose to his feet, backing against the wall so that he had a good defensive position, the blades however wasn’t in his hands. They always came to him when he needed them, where was they? “Everyone says I am, I can’t even remember.” He said slowly, it was true. Darkun had lost his entire memory, the last thing he can remember was the mansion, since then he had met Lily who helped him but they didn’t discover a whole lot.
“I’m a monster that kills.” He spoke towards the silhouetted figure that was in the distance. Still he could not have his swords come to him. It looked like his solitude was over.
“Who… are you?” Darkun spoke out to the silhouette; the boy obviously very scared from whoever it was that had come into the little cave.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 7, 2009 19:56:01 GMT -4
"Possibly the same as you if you truly considered yourself a monster," Samael replied, while scratching his head, while walking up the bank bear foot as the butterflies led him further with their purple glow, "then again many see a tool instead a monster on a leash."
The effiminate boy walked out from the cavern's shadow into the dull light. His expressive eyes blinked at the other's expression and posture. What on earth could be going through his mind? Samael shook his thoughts out of his head; he was about to walk towards him before freezing looking at a particular spot.
"Oh, I don't appreciate you terrorizing my flowers. That was really uncalled for, especially from someone who doesn't know what he is. Didn't you just say you weren't a monster. I would say that you are more confused then anything." The flora mutant began shaking his wet toes dry as serpent like vines crept up the bank decorating it with green curved lines and leaves. The butterflies multipled before landing on the ground sprouting violets, but one drifted towards the so called monster.
"Also why concern yourself with something you don't remember. You carry more baggage than necessary." Grass coated the mass of land making it comfortable to sit. Sitting down, the mutant curled his toes in the grass, while petting a voilet.
Post by darkunslint on Nov 7, 2009 20:09:30 GMT -4
Darkun was more than a bit confused. Monsters on leashes, tools. “ At least if a monster is on a leash he cant hurt anyone” Darkun spoke slowly, making sure he chose his words carefully; he still didn’t know this boys intentions. “But to be a tool is to be used, we all have our purposes, something we do, so are all used. Doesn’t that mean that everyone is just another tool…” he spoke again, thinking far to far into things, he was almost in his own little world.
"Oh, I don't appreciate you terrorizing my flowers. That was really uncalled for, especially from someone who doesn't know what he is. Didn't you just say you weren't a monster? I would say that you are more confused then anything."
“I’m not a monster” his teeth where gritted, he barked the words out in an almost spiteful way before regaining himself. “ I’m not… I just, can’t control this,” he said as a small seepage of dark flitted up from his hand.
“I can’t remember… but what if I did something good, I might have been someone, now im just nothing.” He spoke solemnly, the only one that had talked to him since his amnesia was Lily, this boy was the only other, the person didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt Darkun though, so when the grass slowly sprouted around the ground, the butterfly coming close enough to touch (But Darkun didn’t touch it in case it died) He put himself down onto his behind.
Sitting there staring at the other he spoke “ What did you mean you are possibly the same as me.”
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 7, 2009 20:22:42 GMT -4
"Hm," Samael hummed lowly at the response. A monster on a leash can certainly hurt someone if that was its purpose. "Being a tool is to be manipulated by others, if we run by our own will, we're not technically tools."
Lazily the mutant reclined on his side as his head was propped on his hand. His fingers idly fiddled with the grass as he listened to the individual. The twirled light spaghetti before being released gently. "You know I read a book about memory lost. Sometimes your mind selectively choose a memory to erase. That could be a blessing, your mind want to block something be greatful and move on. Atleast you don't have ghost of the past lurking behind you, so don't look for it."
Hearing the shifting of fabric, Samael stopped looking at the grass to gaze at the other. “ What did you mean you are possibly the same as me.”
"Hm," the mutant started, "imagine if you will a moment where you were the outsider, the monster. Throughout history you went through trials, the first is that people started looking at you as if you're a pontential mass murderer, but through time the world was convinced into peace. With power struggle between the monsters and victims, the roles switched. The victims are on top and the monsters are the victim. Despite the monsters being the target and tradgic character, the previous victims the new monsters still see you as monsters. What they decided to do? They put a leash on the monsters making them slaves and dogs to kill at command for the sake of survival."
"At my home, I'm considered a monster, a deformity, who was blessed enough to have a cruel purpose of being used to kill for sport including your own kind or kill others for control. With that ability to be so dangerous without will and being controlled, that's a monster."
Staring at him he blinked, "Atleast for you, your are just a victim of yourself, so you can easily fix that being a victim by someone else...leads to a harder path. You're lucky. At times I wish I can forget."
Post by darkunslint on Nov 7, 2009 20:30:49 GMT -4
Darkun listened to the story. “ That is what I would of imagined my past to of been like… that’s what my present was like anyway.” He spoke in a strange nonchalant manner before glancing up at the boy.
“What is it that you mean, be a victim of someone else rather than myself?” Darkun didn’t understand, he couldn’t comprehend it, he wasn’t a victim, he killed people, didn’t that make him the bad guy and everyone else the good?
“Constantly there’s this feeling.” Darkun was speaking quite normally for him now. “ Like, I’m missing something, something I’ve lost, im not complete…” he was lost for what else to say what was it that could be missing?
“Oh… My name is Darkun, what’s yours,” he asked politely before returning his attention to the grass that had sprouted when this man came in. “ How can you be a monster, such beautiful grass and flowers.” He mumbled.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 7, 2009 21:19:07 GMT -4
Samael blinked, "You don't get it. No ones forcing you to kill. If you wanted to you can stop yourself. That's what it means to be your own victim of being a monster; you can easily stop being a monster; you have a will to do so."
Rolling on his knees, he started to rise hearing the male continue. How can you be a monster, such beautiful grass and flowers.”
"That's how I'm a monster. You don't see it, which is why they chose me." Walking up to him, he sat in indian style right in front of him. Unbottoning his shirt and pulling it down, he revealed a series of scars and burns. The dark ring around his neck was more prominent. "Where I'm from, those who can make pretty flowers, elements, can run so fast that time seem to stall, and those who carry animalistic traits, are slaves. We were to please our masters and mistresses without a second thought. I'm sure you can guess what the punishment were. It's not like they have laws to protect us from abuse."
His hand pointed at his neck, "They put a collar on me. Creating a simple flower without their wish, I would get painfully shocked. Through that, you can turn a placeful dog into a monster. There's a place called the Arena; where mutants are to fight with each other for sport and bets. Some fights are to the death whether they wanted to or not."
"Although we have morals like any other person, we kill out of survival, while living with that constant memory. I was the luckier out of millions in a way. I wasn't meant to kill...yet. Instead I was experimented on to be the perfect weapon. As you can see no one would suspect that from me. You didn't." Slim fingers scratched at the burn on his neck. Samael didn't want to see a reaction or his own damaged frame, so instead he looked at his purple butterfly.
"There was a group who tried to rebel for freedom, but its harder to break free when your a victim a slave to someone else versus yourself. You can easily break free, while someone like myself at home would most likely die at a attempt." He knew one well who was put to sleep for her untamed wild soul wanting to be free and equal. Tiger Lily was her name a feline mutant. She was quite rebellious and would use whatever it takes to make the humans drop their guard before lashing out. "Then again, I'm luckier than some. I unintentionally escaped from that."
"At home at the facility, Darkun, I'm the God's poison, Samael."
Darkun listened to the story; his imaginary heart (He still thought he had one) bled red tears for Samael. “I don’t think you are a monster” he said slowly to Samael, “ I think you are a gift not a curse, look at what you can do.” Then he remembered what Samael had said to him, “ maybe now you’re a victim to yourself as well. That collar is gone yet you still think you’re a monster.”
He glanced down towards the ground, that’s when he realised something, this story of his, it felt so real, so much like Darkun, the memories he had since he awoke where exactly the same. Being used for others gain. “ The gods poison… I guess you could call me the triple edge, or tri edge” he frowned as he remembered that accursed nickname he had been given.
He looked up towards Samael “ So what are you now you’re free. I just wander aimlessly, travelling the shadows, im getting good at it now I can go basically anywhere” he smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
“People are idiots,” he said harshly as he realised that no attempt he made would solve things. “ People fear what they don’t understand, or what they don’t have, they are just scared because they are jealous, we have what they want. Maybe we should … stick together.” He said the last words slowly, he didn’t know how strange this would sound to Samael but he desperately wanted someone that understood him, lily was nice, but Samael was so similar to him.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 8, 2009 17:11:01 GMT -4
...a gift
Samael can't remember anyone proclaiming that except others mutants. It didn't feel the same coming from a complete stranger. He was close to actually believing him. It was hard to accept that he had a gift, but was punished and used for it at home.
....stick together....
Was Samael becoming more sociable then usual, or was for once there was someone outside of Solace relatable? It felt good to run into another. Perhaps Seth would take it well also.
"Stick together...," Samael repeated before going into a silence, "Well to make it official, you have to meet a friend of mine. He's from Solace like me. Perhaps an addition would soothe his tension."
Post by darkunslint on Nov 8, 2009 17:22:02 GMT -4
“There’s another one likes you?” Darkun spoke slowly, this was like… a godsend. Could Darkun actually make friends? “ I would, love to meet him.” He spoke surely and was really pumped.
“If I show you what I can do. You wont think Im a freak will you?” He smiled, he was so happy and with that his fell into his own shadow, Darkun shadow waded about the floor before reforming a few inches behind Samael. “ That’s what I can do.” He said as he went to sit down, bidding his shadow to form up from the floor and into a chair, which it did.
So here was Darkun, one second in front of Samael, now behind him sitting on a chair made of his own shadow, a tangible thing.
This was slightly out of character for Darkun but he was feeling so happy to meet another… /freak/ that he just couldn’t help himself, it was like all the things he had wanted to speak about had all burst out at once.
“This friend of yours… Where is he?” Darkun spoke carefully now, he really wanted to make a good impression but the real reason he had done what he did was he wanted to make sure that Samael didn’t think he was a freak, with that he watched Samael’s face carefully, watching for a reaction, wanting to see what was really thought about Darkun.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 8, 2009 17:30:40 GMT -4
“If I show you what I can do. You wont think Im a freak will you?”
Samael blinked thinking about it, "You're talking to one who's been around mutants. I'm sure you won-" He stopped once seeing Darkun sink into the floor as the black blob moved. His eyes followed it seeing him reform behind him.
"Wow, the only people I can see do that are terra manipulators Class S. They can transform into their...element, but not through shadows." The mutant blinked in wonder and shock. Walking up towards him curiously, his bare foot poked the black chair feeling a strange tingling feeling. It felt like air, but...heavier. He could even wiggle his toes in it before drawing his foot away. "I'm glad you weren't born in Solace; they would love to experiment on you. I'm really sure Seth will like you, and I'm sure that trick will throw him for a loop."
“This friend of yours… Where is he?”
"Oh Seth, last time I saw him was in...Twilight Town. He's a tetra-elemental; unlike me, he can naturally manipulate four elements...it's in our genes."
Post by darkunslint on Nov 8, 2009 17:47:43 GMT -4
“I can become my own shadow… its kinda cramped but it works, and then I can make any shadow tangible, Its like playdo to me, I can vary it to whatever I want, density, shape, size, mass. Anything.”
“In out genes?” Darkun spoke inquisitively “Like in what makes us? Is it the same with me then?” he was curious to how it worked. “ I didn’t always have these powers I don’t think, Its weird but I feel like I only got them when I forgot my past, but I cant be sure because I … I cant remember” his tone was slowing back to that unsure young boy that he was 10 minutes ago, his hyper wasn’t lasting long, but this person cheered him up, he liked Samael and was sure he would like this Seth.
“Twilight town?” he spoke slowly, with that Darkun placed a hand on Samaels shoulder. “ I can take you there.” His tone raised slightly, “ I can travel to any shadow… and I just so happen to know a few in twilight town. The old manor, its where I woke up.”
Darkun tilted back on his shadowy chair and glanced up at the rock ceiling before looking back to Samael, could he have found his family.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 8, 2009 17:59:35 GMT -4
"It probably is. Where I'm from only the mutated can achieve such...phenomenon. But don't worry about the past...unless you really want to find out what's back there, especially if there's a point. You have the gift now, and it had became a part of you whether you were born with it or not. I wasn't born with enough of the crap I have, yet I accept and live with it." Samael replied with a shrug. "If I can do it, I'm sure you can."
His expressive ambers eyes blinked like a fawn at the new information, "So you can travel anywhere that have shadows. Wow...Hey we can go there now, and you can show me this manor you woke up at. I've been in Twilight Town, but I never heard of it. Then again...I don't linger around much people."
The mutant was slowly rocking on his feet from his heels to the balls of his feet. He really should get some shoes, since his feet were filthy. Actually, he needed to keep up with shoes instead of taking them off and forgetting where he put them.
