Forgotten names. (Antique, PM)

[darkunslint]

Darkun sat on a roof in the first district, the safest of them all, he couldn’t be bothered with heartless or nobodies. It was late now, most where in their beds and he took it upon himself to watch over the lazy traverse town.

He glanced down, he was sat just on the edge of the rood, his feet dangling from the tip and then he was overcome, he had to sing, he would soothe the people to sleep with his voice.

Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam,
Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.

Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem,
Quonium cum probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae.

Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison

O quam sancta, quam serena,
quam benigna, quam amoena
O castitatis lilium

He was unsure where the words had come from, they had come to him, and they were also in a different language, one that he recognised but couldn’t place. Was this part of his past? The sounds echoed through the town, his angelic solemn voice ringing out through the streets, thankfully most would be asleep so he shouldn’t have to worry about being heard.

He sit there, his legs dangling thinking about the song, it came to him again, yet again he sand the songs words, speaking them slower this time before stopping. He didn’t know why he was compelled to sing it, it seemed… so familiar.

[antique]

Antique had been having issues with sleeping lately, ever since her nightmare. She tossed nightmares up to being way too stressed out for her own good, followed by a much more mellow life. Her body wasn't dead tired near the end of the day, and for the first time in a long time she could almost relax. Jadis had been teaching her magic, but none of it was life or death--okay, sometimes it felt that way since it was a new skill, but still.

She felt very restless tonight--or today--whatever time it was. It was becoming harder and harder to tell because there simply was no sunlight.

A soothing melody came to her--something that she had heard. She lifted her face to the sky, wondering where the voice had come from. A gentle breeze, nostalgic music. She knew this song, but from where, she was unaware. Eyes fluttering shut, lips parted to lament the harmony of the song--strange notes that wouldn't have sounded nice without the melody.

"Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison"

Her voice slipped into several harmonies , wondering how she knew the notes, the rhythm--the words. The words made absolutely no sense to her, except for a sense of holiness and melancholy.

[darkunslint]

((Sorry it’s short))

Darkun looked up to the ever dark sky, it was always night here, but he knew it was late, time for sleep, however, he had not been sleeping recently, something had been bugging him, he just wasn’t sure what.

He spoke the words of the song rather than singing them, they sounded wrong, like it wasn’t mean to be spoke, the words only worked if they was sang, it was strange but true.

He let himself fall off the room, landing onto the balcony only a metre below it and then jumping onto the floor around 2 metres below that. Walking slowly towards the centre of the first district facing towards the gate to the world he sat down leant against a lamppost. Maybe tonight would be a good night. He doubted it.

Darkun shifted uncomfortably against the lamppost, he didn’t know what to do, he just felt… empty, something was missing, a piece of the jigsaw. Heck, he was missing lots of pieces of the puzzle. He thought he might never find

“What will I ever do” he mused aloud.

“If, you are near, to the dark
I will tell you ‘bout the sun.” He sang only the first two lines of the song he couldn’t remember the rest to. It was strange…

[antique]

Carefully tuned to the sound, Antique knew immediately when the source of the song was moving. From where she was closer to the second district, she froze when the song moved. Petite boot clad feet seemed to move of their own accord, drawn to the sound. Like a sunflower moved tor wards the sun, Antique moved to the source of the song.

Then, as she was in the middle of the district. It stopped. Tears threatened to fill up her eyes--was she being silly? It felt like she was. Familiarity didn't come across often these days, and even though she had been in Traverse Town for only a few months, anything that rang of melancholic nostalgia automatically caught her attention.

Hugging her arms, forcing herself from stopping herself from sobbing like a child, she heard a song again. Not the last one, but another one that was still familiar. It wasn't a song from her own world--but...she knew it. She spotted a boy with teal hair and a bright orange outfit, by the lamppost.

“If, you are near, to the dark
I will tell you ‘bout the sun.”

She approached him, not exactly sure why she did. As she stood in front of him, her standing form towering over his sitting one, she sang meekly:

"You are here, no escape, from my visions of the world. You will cry, all alone, but it does not mean a thing to me."

She glanced up at him with fuchsia eyes--shocked.

"I know you."

[darkunslint]

Darkun was just about to sigh, and walk off into the night when she heard feet to his side, he didn’t look at first, but then he heard it… The next part of the song that he didn’t even know.

I know you

He stared into her beautiful eyes, he stared into them long and hard, he gripped at his chest. “ Who…” he couldn’t get the words out, he stood there, shaking, holding himself like he was about to explode. “ I … I know you too.” He couldn’t think of what to say, he hadn’t met her before, but… she still seemed familiar, was she from his past? The forgotten past that was long gone.

“Who… are you?” he wondered aloud. “ And… how do you sing so well?” staring into her eyes, it was like hearing another version of him singing; it was pure perfection, beauty in words. His chest throbbed, his entire body quaked. “You are from my past,” he stated to her… “ Who are you?” he repeated again.

“I… I’m Darkun,” he quickly blurted out, trying to remember his manners of telling others your name before asking of theirs.

[antique]

Antique stared at him, and lightly brought up both of her hands to the side of her head. This was just too weird, even for her! Though she had suffered a nightmare the night before, she instantly recognized him from the dream. Though there was something different about him--like there was something missing.

They locked eyes--hollow. Slowly lowering her arms to hug them over herself, she stared at him. She picked up on his body movements easily. Antique knew this person very well, she felt, but she really had no idea who he was. She didn't remember meeting someone with teal hair in her world.

"I'm Antique. Antique Faustus?" she said, almost questioning it. Darkun. So that was his name. She finally had it, grasping golden letters that were his name. But she rarely forgot a face. Or a name. So why...did he look and seem so familiar to her?

She tilted her head, in an almost avian like nature, trying to figure out. First the dream. Now this?

"I don't know how I sing so well. I just always have. What about you?"

Her legs felt weak. She slid down on her knees in front of him. Why? Why did she feel so nostalgic?

Water fell onto the ground. It took her a moment to notice that she was crying. She rubbed her eyes with her sleeves. And why were tears flowing?

[shinjihirako]

Lyon was walking slowly through the town of endless night his only intention to find his brother. Nearly 8 years to that fateful day, how had his brother changed since then he wondered. Was he still the same person that needed his protection or was he capable of defending himself? Did he retain his warm heart or was it wrapped in ice like his? He had loved his brother more than anything once their parents died, he was the only thing that kept him sane but he had lost part of that along the 8 years. What would happen if his brother died? Would he finally break and give in to the demon inside? What if he killed him?

Lyon stopped dead in his tracks at that. Was it safe for him to meet his brother? Would he be the murderer? No he couldn't bear that, to finally find his brother only to be taken from him. Starting to have a mild panic attack Lyon started sweating and gripped his head. He didn't want his brother to die, he didn't want anyone else to die because it was his fault. Were humans truly evil or was that a thought implanted by him?

Lyon started to question his true self, was his life no more than a puppet, a play thing for the demon inside him. Who was he? His memory clouded over unsure of anything anymore. His eyes grew wide and he started to shake. Tears streamed down as the faces of people ran through his head. Erika, Max, Mikael, Jadis, Shun, Jawn, his mother and father, and finally his brother.

And just as it started, everything seemed to become clear before him. Doubt cleared from his mind and he stopped shaking but was still coated in sweat as if waking from a nightmare. He would meet his brother and he would not let the demon have him, not if he could help it.

He then heard the voices of someone unfamiliar to him, two of them. One male one female. He could not decipher what they were saying but he proceeded taking a shadow step to a spot under the building close to them and took a few steps foward.

He saw a rather pretty girl if not short with astonishing eyes crying but with no sobs and on her knees. The man though his height matched his own he couldn't help but think he was older. Alongside that he was dressed rather oddly thought it all seemed to fit together. Either an unkown sense of fashion rested in him or he made it that way on purpose.

"So would someone like to inform me why there is a pretty girl crying though she doesn't seem to be sad. And a man who seems rather flustered?" Lyon always made it seem like he didn't care for the world and he didn't know either of these two so why should he?

(sorry for the slightly lengthy entrance but this will be my last thread with Lyon before he meets Naoya, and I figured 'why not a bit of a breakdown'. If you want it gone I'll edit.)

[darkunslint]

((Its fine, I apologise for the short post, my Darkun muse is gone poof today.))

Darkun was looking at the Antique crying, he didn’t like it, he rose to his feet and was just about to wrap his arms around her, he never hugged people, but he felt compelled to do so.

Slowly his arms rose to their sides, they where just about to encase around her when an intruder came in on the scene.
"So would someone like to inform me why there is a pretty girl crying though she doesn't seem to be sad. And a man who seems rather flustered?"

"I... I do--" he stopped himself, he glanced at antique, she was still crying but not sobbing, so strange, he wondered why he wasn’t crying, he felt sad, nostalgic but wasn’t crying... was he capable of crying? He couldn’t remember ever crying so maybe he just forgot how; he ceased his mind babble before continuing.

"Im sorry antique..." the words fit together nicely and then he glanced at the intruder. " Who are you?" he questioned, not bothering to answer Lyons question until he had names to faces. " Im Darkun, and this is..." he paused briefly... "This is someone I know,” he couldn’t think what else to describe it as.

[antique]

Antique watched Darkun carefully as he approuched to embrace her. She tensed up immediately, fuschia eyes widening, though she sat there, frozen, unable to move. Tears flowed freely, as though someone besides her were crying--though if for joy or sorrow, she did not quite know. She was bombarded by feelings that she had no idea of the source of--feelings, but simply no memories of this person.

"So would someone like to inform me why there is a pretty girl crying though she doesn't seem to be sad. And a man who seems rather flustered?"

Antique swung her head, free of her trance, to the source of the new voice. Lifting her wrist to wipe away the tears from her eyes, suddenly feeling very embarassed, she forced herself to chuckle a little bit. Darkun apologized, earning a gentle smile from Antique. "It's alright," she said softly, a meloncholic expression on her face.

"I'm Antique," she said to the newcomer, a nostalgic cheerfulness to her. She held a hand over her heart. "I don't know why I was crying," she said softly. "It feels as if I've just met with a very dear friend that I haven't seen in ages," she said.

[shinjihirako]

Lyon watched the man stumble for words at first before apologizing to the girl who's apparent name was Antique. An odd name but his own was odd as well. And Darkun, another name that probably would be forgotten by the end of their conversation. The man didn't answer his question and instead asked his name, no manners these days.

"My name is of little importance but if you must know it, it is Lyon. Now before you answer my other question you wouldn't happen to know of a man by Naoya would you? Looks a bit like me in general but has silver colored hair, lest of course it's no longer there." Lyon knew for a fact his brother was alive but was unsure of what he looked like in the slightest.

"It feels as if I've just met with a very dear friend that I haven't seen in ages."

Lyon listened to the girl speak after standing and wiping away her tears. Her eyes seemed slightly red from the tears. "I cannot say I've ever felt that feeling... must be nice." Lyon's voice contained a hint of sorrow but at the same time anger. Would his meeting with his brother feel like that?

[darkunslint]

“Im afraid no, I have not seen anyone by that description.” Darkun answered bluntly, this man obviously wasn’t here to have tea and cookies, he looked serious, and he had a goal in mind.

He grabbed his temple lightly, feeling the other side of him wanting to break out, Dawa, he wanted to come, but Darkun couldn’t let him, not near Antique… Why antique? Why did she mean so much to him? “ You… Mean a lot to me, but I don’t know who you are” Darkun spoke to antique, letting his hand drop from his temple, for now Dawa was at bay.

Darkun brushed off his strange red, orange and yellow suit, before moving his hands to the hat, he wasn’t sure whether or not he should remove it just yet… no, he would leave that until later. The truth of what lied under his hat could wait a few more minutes.

[antique]

((Naoya, is this thread after the one that she meets Naoya? Ack--it'd have to be, wouldn't it?))

"Naoya?" Antique asked, perching up her eyebrows. She knew that name. Come to think of it. Taking a couple of steps toward Lyon, though it was obvious she was still a little bit phased out, and her eyes were puffy and red, she observed him carefully. She tilted her head. Though she hadn't interacted much with the boy who looked like him, she did see quite a bit of resemblance.

Straightening up, she observed him more. "That...name -does- seem familiar."

"I cannot say I've ever felt that feeling... must be nice."

She smiled at him, and looked at Darkun. "It's does feel nice, but...it hurts very much so at the same time."

A strange feeling. "I know I know you, Darkun, but...I'm not sure from where. I just know that you mean alot to me, but I'm not sure why," she started, when her head shot up. Something else was here. Carefully stepping away from both individuals, she glanced at both.

It wasn't here though. But it...was?

[darkunslint]

Darkun pressed Dawa away from his mind, pressed him back into the darkness that he came from. I DON’T WANT YOU he screamed in at himself, it was just a pressed on thought, he couldn’t keep this up, and Dawa was getting stronger as Darkun’s powers got stronger.

“Antique” he said slowly… Idiot… You cant control me Dawa spoke. Darkun dropped to his knees, gripping at his head tightly. His face dropping to the floor, writhing in agony, his tattoo’s glowed a dark azure blue, his eyes flashed from there usual blue to a green, a green like envy. Slowly, he got to one knee. “ Antique” he said again, however now it was Dawa. “ I know you from…” he straightened up to his feet. “ MY PAST” He screamed at her now, quickly his feet moved, he flickered high into the air, falling back down and into his own shadow.

Moments later antiques shadow opened up, and Darkun jumped up through it, again high into the air, behind her. Dawa’s arms stretched to the sides, and his hands open, his two three bladed weapons flashed into his hands. “ YOU LEFT ME” He roared, falling down in a summersault with both blades aimed directly for Antiques head.

[shinjihirako]

(it is Antique. Also *pokes darkun* you skipped me.)

Lyon listened to Antique and smiled. "Hmm, well if you can remember anything please tell me. Brother must have been quite lonely." His tone held kindness but mostly anyone who knew him would consider it fake. But two newcomers would at least give him a chance.

He then saw Darkun go into some sort of a trance before disappearing into his shadow. He immediately became defensive and hovered his right hand above the osafune strapped to his belt. Though he wasn't the intended target but instead the girl. Seeing the danger he quickly pushed Antique aside and gripped the mans wrist part of the blade pressing into his skin and drawing blood.

Looking into his eyes he saw they were green and possessed a manichal look. Lyon smiled at this, if he was anything like himself when he had lost control then his power would be his own downfall. "Do not think you are the only one with another side." With that said he began gather dark energy in his hands intent on rendering his arms useless if he didn't stop.

[antique]

Antique smiled kindly at Lyon--she was just about to tell him what she could, that she had recently seen his brother in Traverse Town, though it didn't seem like she was going to get that chance.

The overbearing feeling of another person present became stronger. Chills shot up Antique's spine, and radiated throughout her skin and nerves as a feeling of dread. That was when Darkun started to act a bit...abnormal. He sank to the ground, and she approached, but that feeling was there. A sudden feeling to keep away. An expression of someone--she suddenly didn't know this person anymore.

Backing away quickly, unsure of what was going to happen, he jumped up, then disappeared into the shadows in the ground. She looked around wildly, to see where the person she knew but didn't know was--her shadow opened, a feeling a cold washing over her, and the whirring of blades.

Before she knew it, Clarent had appeared in her hands, the long blade singing. She felt herself shoved aside through, she stumbled off to the side, a dazed look on her face--what in the world had happened?

You Left Me.

Her eyebrows knitted themselves and she could feel hot tears start to collect, but she managed not to cry.

Blood. She saw blood. Lyon doing something to Darkun who wasn't Darkun that was making him bleed.

"Stop it!" she said hoarsely, as she ran to stop what was going on. "