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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 2, 2010 16:12:55 GMT -4
(XD Alrighty. >3 I've gotten you hooked on me muuusic selections >D mwhahaha.)
Feeling a surge of excitement, the mutant felt joyful once the Nobody began playing the song with him. A white finger pointed at him, and in response, the gaze of confusion geled his amber eyes. What was it trying to say to him?
His head bent down towards his chest; it was pointing at his heart similar to the one he had offered to him today. Honey eyes looked up in shock as the Nobody gave the song a secondary definition. The sanctuary it was referring to wasn't a house or a home, but a heart, and he nearly felt water stir in his eyes when it shook his head negatively.
Leaning forward, he grabbed the Nobody's hand leading him out of the woods that seperated the upcoming Old Mansion from the civil houses of Twilight Town. Broken pillars came into view; ever since Darkun, Seth, and he came into this mansion, he stayed by hoping they'll come back.
The Nobody followed his new friend with a newfound sense of meaning. He was actually a something. He had gained existence through another being. He was not longer one without a Heart; his friend was his Heart, in a way. Whilst he could feel nothing, the music that he heard constantly gave him this new feeling... Was this his friend's music? He looked around, wondering where they were going.
Were they going to his Sanctuary?
The Nobody looked around the courtyard of the mansion, wondering what this strange place held. It smelled strange... A mix of Nobody and Human. Yet the Nobody's scent was long gone. Maybe there had once been one that lived in this dilapidated place. Was this the boy's Sanctuary?
The Nobody absorbed his surroundings with a strange sense of wonder as they moved forward.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 2, 2010 16:35:58 GMT -4
"This is where I stay...for now?" Samael looked back the Nobody watching him gaze at the world around him. His eyes looked up towards the woods that hummed a silent song with its leave.
Be careful, sweet child of the woods. The worlds are cruel and harsh for a seedling like yourself and the seedling of nothingness with you. Remain safe through the harsh tides of winter for you can blossom in spring...
Samael nodded as the woods blew a musical breeze towards him. Turning back around his hand reached for the handle to turn it for the door to open. With a squeak, the door flowed ajar before Samael pushed it further revealing the insides of the bandoned house. The dust it once had was cleared by the mutant.
Post by darkunslint on Jan 2, 2010 17:24:53 GMT -4
Darkun was stood in the centre of the entrance room, the shadow beneath him wrapping around him, he had just had to fight a few nobodies and his arm was wounded, the shadows crawled up his body wrapping around the wound in his arm, he couldn’t heal himself but he could make it into a bandage. The shadows slowly began to dissipate as he turned around.
“SAM!” he yelled as his friend walked through the door. “ How’s it going, I haven’t seen you sin—“ he was cut off; there was another shadow behind him, one that wasn’t familiar to him but had an unnervingly strange feel to it. “ Who’s wi—“ he was cut off again as he saw the nobody.
“Sam, quick run” he gasped, he was still tired from his last fight but his blades where flashed into his hands upon his whim and he quickly propelled himself towards the nobody. “ Watch out there’s a nobody there,” he yelled as he approached at high speeds.
The Nobody felt the anger immediately. He felt the moment of surprise from the creature and felt the flash of anger. No... Not anger. What was it?
Well, whatever it was, the creature was advancing fast.
As the blades closed in, the Nobody drew up its flute, letting a bright flash emanate. Hopefully the flash might confuse the attacker. As the flash receded, the Nobody held two razor-sharp violin bows before him in a cross-weave manner. The violin sat on his back, held onto by the same belts that held the insignia on its chest.
The Nobody jumped backwards, withdrawing the violin, and played an extremely quick bar of notes. The notes resounded in the air, and in a second, the flash of Reflect surrounded the Nobody. Yet it was different... Whilst the humans were able to summon a Reflect that innately reflected attacks to the attacker, the Nobody was able to shift magicks to its own will.
If this thing hit his Reflect, it would do absolutely nothing to him. The Nobody was able to control the residue completely, down to the very last note. Maybe it was his lack of Heart, or complete control over his own external Heart (the music), but the Nobody controlled the magick as if it was a puppet.
Why did he do this? The Nobody had heard it say his friend's name. It understood the situation.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 2, 2010 23:15:31 GMT -4
Hearing a familiar voice, his eye widened to see Darkun inside; he was expecting him to be in here, since the God's Poison has been alone for some time without the company of him and Seth. He sounded happy to see him, and Samael intially felt that as well with a smile, but the gleams in his eyes dimmed when he remembered he was left alone by his main two companions.
"Hello Darkun," Samael recited when the other paused. He tugged the nobody inside, while turning around to close and lock the door. He was too occupied with making sure the guest was in the house to notice Darkun's condition, "I've also brought-"
“Sam, quick run”, Ambers eyes twinkled with confusion as he turned back whipping his blonde hair out of his face before asking with a slight panic in his voice as his friend's command, "What's wrong?"
“ Watch out there’s a nobody there,” Darkun yelled before moving swiftly towards him.
Oh no, Amadeus...
"Stop!" He quickly made himself a barrier between Amadeus and Darkun with his arms stretched out. Blue orbs circled in front of him as purple butterflies blossomed their wings transforming into violets. The violets sang ejecting purple drowsy mist towards Darkun.
His emotions made them act on their own and again panicked flushed across his face hoping he didn't over do it. It took enough energy to command the violets to cease, but adrenaline made his body quiver all over as his words emitted in pants, "H-he's a guest, so l-leave him be. He won't do harm to you, i-if you don't do harm to him."
((Ok Sin, just so you know Darkun is a nobody but he doesn’t know it, Being a nobody I think they can do that talk to each other thing like the dusks did with Roxas? So I think Ama and Darkun should be able to communicate))
Guests? The word struck him moments too late, the violets had already began taking effect, the unknowing nobody slowed down, the momentum of a train reduced to a stroll before he fell backwards and sat down. “Ouch…” he mumbled as his derriere connected with the floor.
He glanced up at the nobody behind the reflect shield. A friend? How had Sam made friends with a nobody… That’s when Darkun remembered he had bigger fish to fry…
He scuttled up to Sam’s legs before pleading “ Im so sorry we left you behind, I forgot you couldn’t travel the worlds. Besides, its not like you’d want to travel with me, you hate shadow stepping you almost vomited last time…” Yes, its true, he was trying to make an excuse. “ Im sorry, ill never leave you again do you forgive me?” he turned his head lightly towards the nobody, well… if Sam said he was ok then he cant be too bad, just keep an eye on him, after all he is a nobody, and they cant be trusted… can they?
“Im sorry… My name is Darkun what is yours?” he looked to the nobody hoping for some kind of speech.
Amadeus stopped. His friend had held his arms out to protect the Nobody. The Reflect spell died away as the Nobody tilted its head at the attacker.
The man drew close and the Nobody stiffened slightly. That smell... This man smelled like the Dusk. But its smell was stronger. Or maybe it was perhaps the absence of a smell. Whilst the mansion smelled like dust and mold, this man had absolutely no aura. It was as if he wasn't there.
He was a Nobody.
"I'm sorry... My name is Darkun, what is yours?"
The Nobody tilted its head and looked to Sam. The boy was turned towards this Darkun. His friend hadn't heard the Nobody. Was it possible that this new person would understand him? Amadeus attempted to form the words necessary in his mind. That one word that he was slowly learning to call himself. In his mind, the word flashed over and over again...
The Nobody focused hard and attempted to recreate the sounds, but when they came out, there was no noise. The Nobody had no mouth. Yet the sound was obvious to this Darkun. White text centered on a black screen, the one word appeared in Darkun's mind. It flickered but became steady...
Amadeus
The Nobody watched Darkun for a reaction. He was almost positive the message got through.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 4, 2010 18:43:32 GMT -4
Once the hostility died down, Samael's arms slumped to his sides. Feeling pressure around his leg, the mutant looked down to see Darkun. He didn't want this reaction as he began feeling a twinge of guilt. Since he had lived in a world of bowing and where such display like this was highly thrusted upon and accepted, Samael never wanted to see any replication of it.
"I-it's alright. Also you never asked me if I didn't wanted to tag along. I think I can take shadow traveling than solitude." The flora manipulator spoke out, while pulling Darkun up to his feet before stepping aside, since the previous threat is gone. He watched him introduced himself to the Nobody.
He was about to tell Darkun that he couldn't speak, but he decided not to interrupt.
“Nice to meet you Amadeus, I didn’t know nobodies got names… Ah well, so what are you doing here?” The nobody’s feeling about it… or lack of feeling, it was strange, it strange, he had talked to nobodies before but rarely had they ever spoken back. He had never heard them beg for their life, scream as they died, yet this Amadeus was different, he…she… it? Was able to create words and maybe it could hold conversation.
He took his glance over to Sam. “I’m sorry; I’ll take you next time I go?” With that he let out a beaming smile, Darkun couldn’t feel emotion, he wasn’t aware that secretly, within the recess’s of his memories was the fact that all he did was imagine and remember what emotions felt like… Would Amadeus be able to sense this? Who knows…?
Darkun stepped back slowly, walking towards the stairs. “Come in then, your letting the cold in” No that Darkun could feel the cold, he put that down to being a shadow, he couldn’t feel temperature change, but the others didn’t know that, nor did they need to. He sat down, looking up at the strange couple.
“So Amadeus… What do you like to do? Do you have Hobby’s?”
What was that? The Nobody was confused as the thing stared at him. This Darkun-Nobody-human seemed to not realize what it was. Odd. Amadeus could smell himself, or the lack of. It was pretty obvious he wasn't human.
Maybe it was the false music that played in this Darkun's body. Memories of music had recreated an artificial sound that reverberated through the air. Once again... Odd. The music was a little off-key, but Amadeus understood it all the same.
Hobby?
Amadeus held up his flute. That was the only thing he could think of. That was the only thing he knew. It was his every answer and action.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 8, 2010 13:51:41 GMT -4
With a smile, Samael nodded at Darkun's promise. The mutant hardly interacted with humes, which would be why he invited Amadeus. Nudging Amadeus inside, Samael turned back to close the door, but before he did he gazed the outdoors until it shrank away with the closing door.
Turning around he guided Samael to the remaing furniture of the house. Sitting on a dusty sofa, Samael curled himself to keep the heat. His bare toes curled into the texture of the coash as the digits tapped it, while watching to two interact. It made him wonder why he couldn't talk to Amadeus so simply and easily.
Post by darkunslint on Jan 10, 2010 18:10:47 GMT -4
Darkun stood up and walked over to the sofa that Sam was on, nudging as close to the sofa as possible before sitting on the floor. He liked being near to Samael, he was oh so protective of him when he was around, and he loved being near him he… loved.
“You play the flute, interesting” he spoke looking to the nobody before inhaling deeply. “ Can you play well? Play with me” and with that the deep breath began to be exhaled in the form of beautiful music.
“ There’s a chair in my head On which I used to sit Took a pencil and I wrote The following on it; Now there’s a key, where my wonderful mouth used to be…
Dig it up and throw at me, dig it up and throw it at me Where can I run too? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now im in a virgin state of mind Got a knife to disengage The voids that I can’t bear To cut out words I’ve got written on my chair Like; do you think im sexy? Do you think I really care?
Can I burn the mazes I grow? Can I? I don’t think so.
Can I burn… the mazes I grow? Can I? I don’t think so.
Where can I run too? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now im in a virgin state of mind. “
Unaware of if anyone realised it or not, the song was sung for the poison of the gods, the one sat merely a few centimetres away from him.
The Nameless Nobody walked over to Sam, who was attempted to get comfortable. The Nobody understood humans. They could be both powerful and frail... And Sam was like a cat. He was so skinny... No chance he could keep warm.
Amadeus sat down on the floor and looked to his friend, not a foot away from the couch. The flute rose to its lips, and the song echoed around them... Flames crawled up the Nobody's body and he let the music guide them. He felt the warmth around him and knew that this way, Sam wouldn't be cold.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 14, 2010 0:27:31 GMT -4
Feeling a chill, the mutant shivered as his lids blinked slowly in drowsiness. He chuckled seeing a familiar hat infront of him with strands of blue peaking from it. The mutant had to supress a yawn and sighed; how lovely he was surrounded by two musically inclined individuals, who may surely put him to sleep if they start. He had enough excitement for one day as is.
His eyes were told to closed with a flush of warmth cascading over his lithe frame and the singing voice right next to him followed by the softeness of the flute. His mind transported him back to when he first heard in at the waterway and had to roll up his pants towards his knees before letting his legs submerge in the cold waters that was shared with a hiddened cavern.
His hand covered his mouth to not be rude and yawn in front of company, but fighting sleep seemed quite inevitable as the song continued. Perhaps it would be wise to find better settlement. Samael didn't mind the old rugged mansion that smelled of mold, since he hardly admired company of humes in the town. But which was better, tolerating them to remain warm or stay in the cold like a stray hound?
