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 Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 9:03 pm
~Yeah, you'll be stuck in it forever too. Watching over me from afar isn't going to cut it man.~ replied Che to Will as the stupid beast breathed heavily as if in expectation. Cerbs as well kept panting at a pace that only a battle ready animal such as himself would. Onward, the two opposing men watched the Italian and his mutt after the deal was finished. They knew their roles and so did Che. Cerberus, being the curious dog he was, petted Timothy atop his head causing each strand of hair to stand on it's end. Cheani, who still had his eyes on his precious artifact, did not notice. ~I have hundreds of plans idiot. In fact, they should be floating around soon. Do give them a warm welcome please.~
"Again, I think we're done here." Tim's hair now stood on end giving him the look of a young...radical of some sort. Perhaps Einstein in his younger days. The man's light blue eyes lifted to match the gaze of the hellhound's. There was no need to be angry at the dog for it probably didn't know any better. Taking into consideration the man from whom it spawned, Tim was sure the dog didn't know any better. After patting down his hair only to have it rise again afterwards, he turned from Che and the curious canine and proceeded to walk away. That is until Kate, Che's "friend", appeared to hand both him and Soliel a lecture. Breifly, Tim paused and closed his eyes. His angle to Kate hid this. Soliel on the other hand simply shrugged and continued to walk towards Exire.
~Why fight now when I can fight later anyway, hm? You should learn how to keep your dog under control. He can still sense your thoughts you know.~ Che turned from the Exire duo, noting Tim's arisen hair and lifted slowly from the road before taking off back towards New York. Kate was pulled into his arms as he flew around her like an apparition. The Italian's mind was more than scrambled though as he said, he had many plans. The jagged state of mind the elder Presidiomni found himself in would, like his ideas, present themselves to Will soon enough. Their shapes would be random and beyond Che's control. "I'd rather you not call Sebastian...that guy gives me the creeps and you know it..." Che spoke into the air knowing Will would hear. Surely, Kate wouldn't have thought of him as being crazy for that.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 8:36 pm
((Card Will and Cerbs - Hakachu, dun kill me for borrowing Sebastian.))
"Oh, thanks, man. Stuck in a card forever. Perfect. I won't leave you alone...even while you smooch with your droopy girl." As usual, Will's signature sarcasm was present in his tone even as Cerbs finished patting Timothy, causing the short man's hair to stick up like he was trying to dress up as Einstein for Halloween. "Afar isn't going to cut it, hmmmmmmm? What did I just tell you, you f**king idiot. You can do this, and yes, I'm sure I'll be seeing your ideas soon enough once they stop showing up as confetti with nothing substantial. I'll be sure to give them a lovey dovey welcome...if they're not stupid." Will scoffed as Kate showed up, a bit late on the take since the deal had already been agreed too and made. It was an oral deal, nothing in writing, but it was a deal that was meant to be upheld because there was other crap in the background that certain sides wanted that needed to use this deal as a distraction. Obviously. Apparently, since the deal was done, everyone basically ignored Kate. Maybe she wanted to check up on Che and also add in her two cents. She did seem to carry around an I-know-everything-just-cuz-I-am-Eternity-Owl attitude. More so...since she started dating his student.
Cerbs tilted his heads sideways as Tim's hair frizzed and then panted in an amused way, looking at Tim even when the Lightning Herald raised his eyes to glare at the dog. The hellhound had an angelic innocent look on his faces, as if that was possible for a hellhound that was the former Satan Owl's pet. Timothy had been a friend so long ago, and Cerbs had always enjoyed frizzing everyone's hair for fun. Some of the female Heralds, however, were not amused. Cerbs kept that expression up during all of Kate's lecture and would have swiped at Soliel if the Magma Owl hadn't already started stalking off toward New Exire. A random message that seemed to say ~I luff you too~ sarcastically occurred once Tim and Cerb's eyes met. And that was the end of that as Che signaled the cue to leave by whisking Kate up into his arms and taking off into the air. With another wave and snort, Cerbs turned and launched himself into the air like a superdog. Somehow, Cerbs managed to keep in flight with Che.
Will chuckled as Che took off and then retorted to him. Ah, Che hadn't missed the whole point... of course, Will hadn't meant for Che to do a full blown fight here. He knew where Che stood capability wise at this point. And as usual, everyone seemed to underestimate Cerbs. To Dante, Cerbs was just a fighting monster mostly. To Timothy, who Will could feel his disdain towards Cerbs, Cerbs was just a stupid mutt. To Che, Cerbs was a stupid dog who drooled all over him. "Cerbs is a smart dog, Cheani. I know he can feel my thoughts and take my commands."
As if on cue, Cerbs spoke quite clearly to Che. The leftmost head stated in Italian, "La pigrizia è la chiave della povertà." The center head calmly followed with, "All warfare is based on deception". And the last of Cerbs' heads', the rightmost one, concluded with "Worry not about the war Cheani, but what you intend to do to end it." All three heads grinned innocently at Che and Kate. Cerbs had spoken with Will's voice. Though Che might not know if this was Will or Cerbs' actual voice, Cerbs was really just imitating Will's voice.
Che's mentor chuckled again as Che mentioned Sebastian. "Ah, but you learn sooo much from him too.... now that I'm not physically there....."
"You called, sir?" Che's nemesis, the slenderman Sebastian had appeared next to Che, and he was effortlessly keeping the pace with Che whether it was through the use of a chain of portals or other means. "Ah, it is a pleasure to see you again, boy..." And there it was, the smirk that unnerved Che and everything else about Will's butler that chilled Che.
((Translation: Paper is forbearing. (Meaning biggrin on't see the faults in others. Correct your own faults instead.)))
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:50 pm
Erin smiled in response to his joke. As Jaylin led the way through the hotel, Erin managed to keep pace and followed behind him. Once they were outside, Erin continued following Jaylin. She was starting to wonder when he was going to say anything. As such she was going to let him start the conversation, but she was starting to wonder if he was going to say something. It was then that Jaylin finally started asking questions. Erin blinked at his first inquiry. She couldn't really decide on a way to answer that one. She didn't really want to go into too much detail because a lot of the answer was unpleasant information she didn't want to relive.
"Well, I've been... alright. A lot has happened." was all she could come up with to start off as she looked away a little bit. "My sister and I did have a fight of our own, but it was nothing we couldn't get over in the end." Erin eventually added with as much of a smile as she could manage given the memories she'd just brought to mind. All she could hope for was that Jaylin wouldn't ask for more details about that. To avoid the possibility, Erin looked back at Jaylin and asked, "What about you? Is all well with you?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 2:04 am
( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
"Yeah, you better start enjoying it. And maayyybe you should start treating me better!" barked Che, the student believe that he was now in control of Will. Of his power the Italian had the ability to call upon, but control over the man that used to be the Satan Owl was something he probably would never achieve. ~While I smooch my droo--shut up! I know I can do this man. I just need to think of a way to get past this...this rock in my way. For now, you'll have to just deal with that confetti...build a house with it or something...~ The Mastering Owl hated the influx of ideas as much Will, but there was nothing he could do at this moment. In fact, he needed the ideas to flow thanks to his position in Timothy's plan. What in the literal Hell could he do at this point? All the while Che thought, the other deceased Owl was sure to hear how frantic the younger Owl's mind was. To the blonde, his confusion would come across as static as his ideas came across as confetti.
~Yeah, obviously he can. He's flying next to me like a damn jet or some s**t. I'll never understand just how this puppy of yours can do such things...~ Leaning away caused Che's path to alter slightly. Away from Cerbs he sailed in order to regain some personal space from the hellhound. Why even after the dog spoke to him in what appeared to be his native language then in english, Che's expression simply flattened at the silliness. Dismissively, he shook his head free of the thought of even replying to the mutt. Even if it was Will's voice the animal spoke with, the bushy haired man had no intention of dignifying it with a response. Strangely, what the beast had said was rather wise.
From him echoed a deep, almost nonchalant, "Yup" as away from the dog his purple eyes turned. To his right was the old butler friend Sebastian that looked after Will's estate. WHY...was he able to keep up!? The younger Owl's mind was already running ragged with the war efforts and the strangeness of the two men were just grating it to shreds. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Man. Thing..." retorted Che as his head bobbed with annoyance. Of course, Sebastian had to unleash his greatest weapon against Che. His creepy, bloodcurdling, something-you-don't-want-to-see-standing-over-you-at-night smile. A sickened look crossed the Presidiomni's face. The presence of this man and the idiocy of the flying dog prompted Che to fly faster towards his destination. All the while Kate's hair whipped in his face and mouth causing him to sputter to remove it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 8:59 pm
((<.<))
"Yeah, you better start enjoying it. And maayyybe you should start treating me better!"
Light laughter filled Che's mind as his mentor literally laughed in his mind/face at his mentee requesting better treatment. Silly Cheani. Treat him better? What a hilarious concept. Will was already treating him better... he wasn't beating his mentee up over being an idiot.
~While I smooch my droo--shut up! I know I can do this man. I just need to think of a way to get past this...this rock in my way. For now, you'll have to just deal with that confetti...build a house with it or something...~
The ever familiar Satan smirk appeared on Will's lips, even though he was no longer the Satan Owl. It was just natural to him. "I can do better than that, Cheani. I'll build some ideas together for you. Maybe... but a house would be nice... a bed or so... hmmm..." He smirked again as Che reacted to Cerbs and then Sebastian. "Ah, don't be so shy, Cheani... don't push them aside... they can be rather resourceful allies if not neutral entities that won't harm you." Will sighed. "Alright, Cerbs... no need to show off too much. Better people think you stupid than what you're really capable of."
"Mrrrrrr~" the hellhound growled in response, as if he could hear his master. The black three headed dog stayed his distance, allowing Che what little personal space the Mastering Owl had thanks to Sebastian's appearance. He followed Che and then seemed to disappear...but all he had done was morph his size to a small dot attached to Che's hair.
"Ah, tea it shall be, indeed. I see you are still unable to process your thoughts," the ebony haired butler remarked with an all too innocent smile. When Che's pace quickened, the butler's did as well, keeping up with Will's student. "Will that be all?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 3:14 pm
((TFP---Raven))
Thanks to Raven’s bottle throwing antics, the closed off executive office now smelt like a wine shop. She wasn’t sure whether she was glad to be surrounded by the smell of wine again or if it only put her in a more resentful mood. The French woman leaned heavily against the wall opposite the mahogany desk. Her listless blue eyes stared unseeing out the window. The balcony outside was lightly dusted with very fine snow and only whispered promised words of how cold it was currently in New Exire. Raven could so easily recall back to a time in her life when she had wondered what it would feel like to touch snow. Back then she had declared to her Papa and Mama that it couldn’t be as cold as they promised her. She had always wanted a ‘Noël sous la neige’… A white Christmas. Somehow it had always seemed magical in the movies; something mysterious and romantic. Now she knew how cold the snow can be. While it hid away all the grime of the world…it hid the truth from the eyes of people.
It was rather strange how the last few days had sparked such deep and childish thoughts. Catherine Turner was craving her old life. She longed to be the little French girl again. To have her parents guiding each step she took, for her brother to annoy her and challenge her to the silly races that she could never win. Swimming in a mind full of memories made it almost possible for Raven to see her family…. to hear their laughter and feel the warmth of their embrace. Ah how this moment of recollection was silently tearing the usually proud and strong apart from within. All the people she had lost along her way in life, not once had she ever been able to say goodbye. Her mother, her father, her brother and countless members of her team, all of them wiped out protecting not their selves…but her. For what reason? Why was she the one who would have to continue on? She had been told that she would do great things for Owl kind. That she would become the leader….The bringer…of peace? No…that was not how this war had turned into.
There was no peace in the world. Raven, the formidable driving force behind The Fallen Phoenix, had pushed and pushed until the world was on its knees. Families just like hers had been brutally ripped apart. Children younger than herself when she had lost her parents, were now alone in the world. “Stop” A devastating experience that, back when she was young, she would have never wished onto anyone. This world was a nightmare and it was what she had helped create. “Stop…”Yet, here she stood wishing that she could be awakened from the very nightmare she had once believed to be her calling in life. So many have already been claimed by the battle and only a handful of the original Owls can still stand tall. “Stop!….”Each passing day brings the end closer. And when it is finally over….will those who still stand be able to recall what it was that they had done wrong? ….From The Night Owls, The U.N.S member and especially The Fallen Phoenix’s. “It needs to STOP!!!”
A powerfully condensed shockwave boomed loudly as it rocketed forwards from Ravens body. It collided with the desk which was lifted upwards and thrown backwards, shattering the glass doors and landing in a mangled heap on the balcony. “I know now that I have lost my way! I know what it is I have done wrong! So why must my mind constantly remind me of the past?! Why only now does it lay out the cards that I can never change! Seigneur, prends pitié!!” The untapped emotions that had been so cleverly laid to rest deep inside were now flowing freely from Raven’s eyes. She did nothing to contain them either. No, now was the only time that she could finally begin to acknowledge that she was not some unstoppable force. She was not the Raven from her fathers’ stories. She was Catherine Adele Turner; the beautiful woman from a quiet French village who had helped run her parents vineyard. She had no right being the leader of Owl kind. She had no right leading a team into a future of which they would surely perish. “Why…does it take my near death state to open my eyes? Have I not suffered enough? Had I become so blind to the world around me….?”
Slowly….So slowly…..it seemed the world was crumbling all around the small office. Time didn’t matter in this room for there was no clock here to intimidate. The heavens were still weeping their despair for the dead in the forms of delicate snowflakes. The beauty of the world outside had all but vanished. To find her way back home now would mean to follow a trail of blood. But she did not deserve the chance to pick up the old pieces of her life. Like the stale wine that had been spilt on the carpet, her old life was beyond salvaging. The overly exaggerating feeling of despair seemed to grow over time. It fed of Raven’s tormented soul and grew stronger as she stepped towards the hole that had been the doors to the balcony. Her bare feet lay exposed to the shards of glass which bite greedily at the delicate skin beneath her feet. Each new step imbedded Ravens blood into the cream coloured carpet; literally painting a new trail in blood. A cold wind rushed towards Raven like a ghost attempting to recreate the force that the French woman created. It was with a bitter thought that she wondered what it would be like to die by such a thing. Her power was nothing special. It was purely destructive….Something that should have never been kept contained.
With her feet stinging and slowly numbing in the cold, Raven stepped out onto the balcony and approached the only remaining railing. Her white hands clasped tightly around the solid support bars as she leant right over so that she could stare down at the world that she had created. New Exire was nothing short of Hell. This was no haven. It was a city that had been flooded, burned and mutilated at her command. Oh and how easy it had fallen to! It had been barbaric. The water that had rushed past the buildings had slowly turned red. The screams had filled the air and at the time, had been a sweet melody for Raven to enjoy. The memories being recalled now only brought a sick plummeting feeling. “Cover my eyes…..cover my ears….Let it all be a lie…..” How easily she wished it could be to go back….To become the child she had been. To rewind time….to bring back those she had lost. But she couldn’t bring herself back to all the days gone by. Time and fate were cruel in that way. Once you took a step forwards….there was only a small chance that you could take a step back. If you missed it…..chances are you were too slow to rethink.
From far away an energy that Raven had grown accustomed to was quickly approaching her location. The Lightening Herald had obviously finished his business and was making his return….return home? No, this was not a home; neither hers’ nor his. Relinquishing her hold on the railing, Raven wiped away the silly tears that had silently, slowly been falling. She sucked in a deep breath of air and turned to face the direction of which Timothy was approaching. “And so…the chessboard has been laid out….The key pieces are lined up and ready to be used in any way they can….They are out of time to decide what they should do…..It is the end….And what a fitting ending it shall be…” Raven cast her eyes to the sky and blinked as tiny flakes covered her face. She smiled….a deluded smile…. Her lips moved silently as her words were carried away with the wind.
“Ah…can you hear the heavens cry?”
Because she can…..
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 2:21 pm
"Hitonomi-san! this shirt smells of blood!"
"Keep it down....I'll get a clean one...did you get the boots to fit?"
"...Yes....but this coat..."
"What about it?"
"...Its heavy..."
"Impossible...he moves far too quick...and its so worn-"
"No...not physical weight...I-It feels-"
"Don't start...I am helping you come up with a plan to complete your mission...I am amazed you can pull it off so well...not being siblings makes it more remarkable...but I digress...if this works, we both get what we want."
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Who looked to be playing the part of the Frozen Owl stood awkwardly in front of a mirror, their features somewhat more feminine but relatively similar in height and frame, the hair was messy and only a slight shade lighter than Kojiro's. With the right touch of makeup, they bore similar marks that combat had dealt to the boy. Looking into the mirror they seemed to be somewhat convinced they looked similar...other small and almost undetectable differences.
Another man with their hands shoved in their pockets nodded in approval and placed a hand on their shoulder,"...I have explained to you of the mannerisms and persona he was exhibiting as of late, it should be easy to remain undetected...stay away from Raven at all costs, observe from a distance and only when you are ready to make your move should you approach her...and be as brief as possible...use the reluctance to face her to your advantage...announce your reassignment and leave as quick as possible....The longer you are close to her the more risk you run....and I don't plan on cleaning up that kind of mess or getting my hands in that kind of crossfire...understood?"[/b]
The girl shook her head as she looked in the mirror,"....Was this really who he became?...his mother fought with everything for a chance to give him freedom and his own life...what...what led to this?" she said with a slight breath of hesitation. She ran her fingers along tattered fabric that made up Kojiro's coat, she vexed at the weight that every thread carried...even if the blood debris and marks were washed away, it remained pungent with the aura of hundreds of battles, the blood spilled of an executioner, tear stained sleeves that could not wipe away sorrow, burns that have been withstood through several battles, torn away and re sewn...as flawless as the repairs have been...this coat bore the battle scars of an endless war....who was he truly fighting?...It wasn't even a matter of why...simply...who? She stared at the damage and couldn't help but wonder why he even kept wearing it. Her attention was slowly taken by the man standing over the sleeping Owl. She remained silent, the next few moments would define the outcome of both of their missions.
His vision was blurred, as it cleared he saw a familiar face, he was still unable to speak of respond. The gunner stood over Kojiro with a somewhat agitated look,"...It took you long enough...Now...you are still pretty crippled by what happened back there....Me or anyone could easily end you if you tried to act up like you did earlier....implying that you even could..." He said calmly, he pressed a pistol to his head, It was metal that was treated to have a dark scarlet tint to it. a small flame was added along the barrel by his own design,"...I know your little gimmick...and that little trick you have up your sleeve...both of them..." He paused for a second,"...EX Scarlet Trigger...initialize..." suddenly the pistol being so close to his head, could be heard whirring slightly, a gentle warmth could be felt along the barrel, and at the same time, machinery around the bed Kojiro was in began to slowly come to life. Finally turning his attention back to Kojiro, the gunner spoke again,"...Now...don't move, talk or think...just listen." he said calmly.
He lifted the pistol slightly,"...You are Kojiro Izayoi...not an Owl...not the Fallen Phoenix....not a damn thing....right now...you are Kojiro." He reached down and slightly patted him,"...Now...pay attention...this little nightmare...dream, phantasm..I honestly don't care what you think this little charade is...but its done,fin....over. I expect you are going to say something along the lines of 'What are you talking about?' or 'I'm not leaving Raven' or 'I'm going to make them pay for what they have done' right?" his tired grey eyes narrowed as he brought them closer to meet Kojiro's icy blue gaze,"...One....That boy is dead, your friends are dead...your so called family is a hollow shell of what it used to be...if by insanity or by sheer ignorance you choose not to accept that so be it..who knows? maybe I am wrong...but facts are facts...which brings me to my next point...Your rock...your precious anchor...the one that you honestly believe you could stand behind...I'm sure many have said it before me...but just to put that check in the box....That woman Catherine Turner...yes, that is her name...who you affectionately called Raven and followed like a lost dog...has been leading you down this hellish road...and to be perfectly honest...you are not as strong as her and her tough new friends...even with your new...gift...." His barrel reached towards his neck and fished the artifact hanging around his neck,"...You crave that family that cared about you and unconditionally loved you?...that could be here....but you won't live to see it....You keep up trying to stay up to her speed?...My last report scouting that Woman...she was accompanied by a Herald that controls ******** lightning, she has attained a power that gives her enough power to level buildings and then some without so much as breaking a sweat....on top of that her second in command is someone that controls Lava...and just because it fits in this little chunk of information...she also holds Che's Deck..." Kojiro's gaze was steady, he was to tired to shout, respond or even cry...he idly watched as the gunner brandished his weapon. The silver haired man gingerly placed the barrel back on Kojiro's head,"...Now....where does that put you...an Ice manipulator...granted, of a considerable caliber...but nothing more...who has a...what can I call it...nah...lets just call it a trump card for now...which still pales in comparison to any power that your leader or her buddies have....and you are a fledgeling Herald...have you even tried to use your new power?...Heh...does Raven even know?..." Kojiro showed a hint of response, thinking that nobody knew his secret, how did he?
The person now looking almost exactly like Kojiro stood quietly, she did not approve of his methods, but it had to be done. She knew as well as anyone else that if something was not done here and now. She empathized with him but could not step in yet, though she was keeping alert in case the gunner over stepped his limits. She placed her hands in the pockets and felt something press just above her chest as the coat formed around her body. Feeling around, there was a hidden pocket in the fabric. She reached inside and pulled out a small tattered box, the ribbon was torn and frayed to bits and the designs on the box itself were dull and faded, there was a slight stain of blood and was burnt on the corners...it had been through almost as much as the coat has been. Giving in to the sheer curiosity, she opened it, the glisten of a small object shone beneath the horrid packaging...along with a small card. Opening it, the girl's eyes widened and looked back at Kojiro, realizing when she ventured out she needed to complete at least one more task.
The gunner patted Kojiro's head and stared quietly,"...Let that sink in for a minute Kojiro...I never said she was evil...and I definitely did not say she was good. I simply continue to point out facts...Even with your surprises and considerably explosive potential...you are still nowhere as strong as Raven and her new group of friends...she has surrounded herself with a different crowd...once enemies...they have put aside their differences for a single goal...replacing the deceased family you cherished...are those people...again...where does that put you, Kojiro?...You refused to die off during her race for that cursed stack of paper....and now you are alone...with a leader that can only be described as unstable..." The gunner stopped and put the gun down,sitting on the empty space on Kojiro's bed and simply resting his elbows, looking down at his hands as they hung limply. He let out another sigh,"..I can't say that I honestly care what happens to you...but I can see why you would go through such lengths...sort of..." he muttered with another sigh,"...You think you can stop her?....You could try to knock some sense into her...confront her?...You seem to be resilient enough...you get smashed to bits and get back up...Collide with her until she realizes that the does not have to keep going...but you want to know something truly interesting?....She has become more and more unstable as time crawls on...how is it that she now can suddenly maintain such direction?...She won't kill you...but if you begin to show opposition, one of those new comrades of hers may put you down quickly....and perhaps not even to her knowledge...all speculation of course...you would probably wind up trying to stay by her side....you will be killed before this war is over....the crossfire will tear your strained body apart..and just be another memory..." His gaze once again turned to Kojiro with a small smile,"...But you don't want to see her die...you still see something that I can't...something more than facts...I understand." He said quietly
The gunner got to his feet and stretched his arms leaving the pistol by the beside, Kojiro was far to weak to move, or even talk for that matter. The man put his hands in his pockets,"...But...my opinion is not relevant...Kojiro I just gave you my unbiased point of view...Now I am a man of business nowadays...Here is some information as my previous task as a messenger, You...are Kojiro Izayoi...Son of Mizuki Izayoi...Head of the Kazuma Village...and Tatsuya Izayoi...Chief and Commander a Division of a military presence...not to be named. From the information given to me...they are both alive and currently at your original home of record." The gunner turned to look at the Girl that had now looked almost identical to Kojiro,"...She may no look it now...but she is from your home...she had been searching for you and wishes to take you back home...My client here now has another task for me...and I am going to help her get you back there...we will go peacefully end your alignment with the Fallen Phoenix...and end this here and now...Surrounding you are 8 barrels...loaded and ready to fire a blast of heat strong enough to put you exactly how I found you...should you try to grow a conscience and try to screw this up. If you live through that, you can come and stop us...and I will cut you down myself..." He got to his feet and looked towards the girl, "Lets go...Aoi." he muttered, he paused before heading out into the cold winter again,"...Kojiro...Serena is in the room next to you...keep in mind you may see her again when you go back home...keep that in mind when you think about the danger you will be getting yourself...and her...into." and with that he headed outside.
Aoi quietly followed the gunner down the snowy streets,"...The plan should be simple...I have considered all errors and have an escape route planned if this goes south...do not talk to anyone. You maintain a deadpan and cold exterior...simply and with great regret explain that you have to leave the group...be creative, you can't bear to see the blood, or her getting hurt all the time...think of something...Don't do anything stupid, I have an earpiece and some small capsules...they are cores to ice bullets...in other words...if you need to showcase your ice skills, toss a couple of these...they will do the trick to those who don't know Kojiro that well....Its funny how you can pull this look off Aoi...but don't push your luck" The gunner handed her the items and broke away, "All I had was that broken radiator to use....the noise was convincing..but that small gadget I have will only deliver a few paralyzing shocks until it breaks..tch...so much for 8 barrels of heat..." he thought before vanishing into the shadows. Aoi looked at the items and hid them...and then looked at the tattered package...looking at the card...and the last small words almost completely faded from view....
"M__ry Ch__i_s__mas."
((May or may not be my last post...whatever.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 2:38 am
(Okay.)
The uneasy feeling that washed over the ragged Italian was an unshakable one. It's presence loomed over him like the grey clouds that dropped snow everlasting over the all but destroyed city below. How this feeling would manifest itself to the blonde devil trapped within the psyche of this man would vary accordingly. To him, it may appear as a child or like the broken, shredded ideas that fell all around, it may appear as a rather dense confetti shower. Oddly enough, when the man with the plan, Cheani, was between such a rock and a proverbial hard place, dandruff would atop his itching scalp. It was a nice sign that the lazy, middle-aged man was doing some kind of thinking.
~Do whatever you can with it! I don't care! Just make something that we all can use....~ Che's strained voice echoed through his mind like a sound in the distance. This is how Will would perceive his student's voice from here on until he was place in a card. ~They're allies alright. Two people I would hesitate to use as shield...well, maybe not Sebastian. A paper bag over the face and he'll be a little easier to look at.~
Ah, because Cerberus couldn't make coffee as far as Che knew. If he caught the hellhound brewing a pot one morning while sitting at a table sucking down scrambled eggs and bacon, it wouldn't surprise him in the least. If the monster did, the Sebastian will have earned himself a day off. Speaking of that butler, it was his voice that relieved Che's attention. The light purple halved sphere's of thought turned to the dichromatic eyes of his new butler. After dragging an annoyed hand down his face, the Italian exhaled a frozen breath. "Yes, that will be all. Instead, make it coffee. Alot of it, my kind sir."
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The darkened clouds above the leveled, forgotten city roared, snapped and crackled with anger while the snow continued to ignore the shining element that moved through their crystalline patterns. The light which emanated from the ephemeral being writhed and convulsed like an entity suffering in regret or a forlorn memory one found impossible to erase. The shout of the lightning was his cry and the skyscrapers that he caught up in his powers were his unfortunate victims. This man was a man of incredible power and his ability was as intimidating as it was potent. Through the clouds he traversed and over the lands he watched with shimmering eyes. With glimmering hands he clutched and crushed any and everything that stood before him reducing what once played as opposition as a glistening heap of pastel dust behind him. The snow the covered the ground were just that to him. The remains of enemies and friends alike. The grey funereal clouds through which he sailed was the throne from which his distant call reverberated. Timothy, the Herald of Electricity. Ruler of the sky. Subordinate of the terrain.
The streak of lightning that comprised the Owl's being had torn through many a building over the course of his travel. From the East to the Northeast, it all looked the same to him. Bleak, dystopian...dreadful and useless. Grim...dead and revolting. The beauty of the land was gone along with the life that once flourished in it. Familes of Owls and Humans alike were torn asunder never to be mended. Some were shredded to mere remnants that subsequently scattered in the dagger-esque breeze. Much like the Herald's foes, even the innocent were among the snowflakes that caressed his skin. With vengeance, they spoke curses into his ears by means of whispering winds. With sheer cold, they stabbed at him with blades that could never puncture. Even in death, their attempts to hurt this demigod proved ultimately futile. Timothy, if he had a heart for the fallen, perhaps would've questioned himself....his purpose....his coping with immortality and what he's become.
Out of his form Timothy came, but still he remained above the clouds etching a path through the irradiant moonlight. The distance between him and New Exire was short now. Not only could he sense Raven, but also the massive congregation of Owls that took refuge in that torn city. The thin pale lips of the Herald drew back as a response to a lurking thought that perchance his actions could somehow redeem himself. With the aid of the Fallen Phoenix, he was able to provide a home for the Owls he was entrusted to by his mentor. They, like himself now, had a home...a family. A place to call their own. A place to thrive, live happily and live free. The man's fists began to clench and from the strained curvature of his knuckles whipped a bolt of lightning that lashed at the ground indiscriminately. Moments such as these where the pale-haired untouchable found himself foolishly digging deep down within the crevices of his sundered heart and ragged mind for a beacon of redemption were the moments that reminded him of those snowflakes beneath him. Among them was a person of pure heart and mind. That person was among the precipitation of souls that continuously fell around him. Unlike the rest, her pattern was different. It was of the utmost brilliance. She was different. Special. In her own way...
Whereas the crystalline patterns of the snowflakes that surrounded the lonesome Herald were formed of water, her's was crafted meticulously of diamond. In his hand, he held that snowflake and cherished it for as long as it remained resilient to his grip. Alas, she was unable to stand for as long as the Herald knew he would and as the year's passed by, so did she. There were no snowflakes at this height, yet Timothy could feel that reminiscent chill upon his cheek. From there, it moved downward and further until finally falling from the tip of his chin into the nothingness of the clouds. Another snap of lightning broke from the curve of his fist. This time, a skyscraper was, as a result, torn to pieces by the strike of his lightning. Again and again, the sensations that Timothy believed to be removed from his tormented mind surfaced once more allowing the blade of insight to finally pierce his skin. More streaks of lightning were loosened from his hands and blindly, they tore away at the land beneath the clouds. Timothy found himself nearly lost in a fit silent recollection. Light streams of tears trickled from his eyes as his mind continued to play back the memories he hoped to have done away with already. They were of Guinevere, a person he once knew, but now a memory that served as a constant reminder of just how human he truly was.
Timothy descended upon New Exire at a pace that wiped away the fresh tears that lined his twisted visage. Fires were lit in different parts of the city as some celebrated freedom. Others simply just wanted to burn things. As such was the world that the man had become accustomed to. This wasn't the world he'd want to Guinevere to see. This wasn't something he could be proud of no matter how the amount of time spent lying to himself. It was his choice though. It was the path he chose to walk down the day those snowflakes melted. Timothy hoped that by now, he would've become bereft of those silly memories. Like most of the inhabitants of the state he'd helped to create, he wished that it would just die and grow all the more stale and ignored as time went on. This wasn't an option. As long as the past kept a knife to his shameful heart, he would always feel the stinging pain of disappointment.
"I'm sorry Guinevere." silently mused the distraught Herald as he landed before the building Raven was stationed. He entered the place dragging a hand over his face as he moved through the stairwell. Upon reaching Raven's loft of an office, he noted the spilled wine and the redness of the woman's eyes. There was no need to play on these cues as it would've only made what was obvious all the more worse. Instead, he looked past both these things and approached the woman in this room, her cage of heart, mind and soul. "Raven," began Timothy to announce his presence. "I'm certain you know what happens next."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 5:48 pm
 It had been a week since the big event that happened in the original Exhire. Amara had to admit to herself that the last week was a blur, as if she had clocked out for a few months rather than just a few days. The "team's" morale had been on a constant spike and the unity...well what little unity they did have seemed to diminish into nothing but a selfish and narcissistic turn for the worst, but the psion wasn't worried, she had experienced too much to let this get to her. She had barely seen Lucien the last few days but didn't worry herself too much about. The person she did however miss the most would have to be her baby Aiden, closing her eyes she prayed that he was still alright.
Looking along the horizon from a balcony, Amara had her legs propped up on a rail, her short blonde hair blowing in the breeze. Rou...can you come to the balcony please? she projected to him. Even though Amara and Roulin were not as close as they once were, they still had a bond...a bond that couldn't be broken and Amara felt the two knew that. They were more alike than different...Roulin up until now was just better at making it look "good". Amara would be lying to herself if she said that she had never felt the hunger for power...for her not to want to take things into her own hands and make everything better by any means necessary. She didn't call Roulin to b***h him out or anything just talk...it seemed that Amara found a kind of therapy through talking about whatever came to mind...just to take her mind off of the negative aspects of her life.
Once Roulin arrived she motioned to the sponge to sit down next to her. About five minutes passed, sitting in silence she looked over at the bushy haired friend of hers and smiled. "Do you remember how we first met?" she asked with grin. Amara often had nostalgic moments and loved to talk to some of her closest friends, who's known her for the last fifteen years, seen her at her worst and seen her grow into the woman she was today. "It seems so long ago...you know, all of this" she said to Roulin. The redhead herald sat on a cliff in New Exhire...she needed to speak with Che, he was due back today and she had contacted him to come and meet her at this spot. They had a lot of unfinished business and the herald of mind knew that she would have to tie up all loose ends in her life soon. He was late...it was to no surprise, that was one attribute she doubted that he would ever lose. Paying no mind, she continued to wait...hoping to see the constant man in her life...Che. -------------------------------------------------------------- ((Future))
Twenty-five years had passed since The Night Owls and affiliates had brought "peace" to the world, the heralds of the past were no more and the once average owls were now forces of nature, many not being seen or heard from by their "close" relatives/friends. When the new reform came in set by Che Presidiomni was established, many OWLs believed that it would help bring social reform and better relations between the two species...they were wrong. Radical groups were formed, anti-OWL associations and Human Eradication groups were even common...anarchy prevailed amongst the streets and the laws were slowly and surely taking the rights of OWLs in the United States.
It first started with OWLs registering themselves into a national database, giving their stats, their power and any other thing the government deemed a need to know. A few years later OWLs were ordered to seek medical relief from specialized doctors, in reality it was a setup, many OWLs were drugged and sterilized chemically and didn't even know it, until the famous Harbringer vs. The United States was publicized and many distraught OWLs began to test to see if they had been genetically holocaust. In the span of fifteen years, parishes were built specifically for OWLs to live in, OWL ran and inhabited, people felt they were in peace. That's where the real trouble started, religious fanatics began to bomb these places, and more terror groups began to erect, with a serious structure and even became a lethal threat to OWLs.
Soon a technology was invented that would allow robots to adapt to the various powers on file from registered OWLs, making them the more reasonable choice of police. OWL numbers began to diminish and it got to the point that The Night Owls were nothing but a myth...a legend. OWLs were being rounded up, given a number and shipped off to various camps...it was a repeat of forty years prior...though you were only shipped off if you were kidnapped in the darkness of night or falsely accused of a crime. The cherry on top however was a heavy security prison that housed what to be Omega Level OWLs...people who had god like power. They were always kept under sedation and their powers were negated derived from a syrium from the blood of an OWL (Pain).
The year is 2038, there are no organized OWL teams, and everyone is pretty much for themselves. Aiden De Leon, the son of Death (Lucien De Leon) and Mind (Amara Vanili) sat thinking...well not thinking but more on trying to convince himself to make the move. Aiden had grown up with Uncle Moli and his Aunt Aeon. Those were his parents and Aiden still blamed himself that his Uncle Moli was no longer with them...he could always tell that his Aunt Aeon had a hard time with his death. Aiden had only heard about his parents never meeting them...except once and even then it wasn't a formal meeting. He was told by his mother to go and rescue a man by the name of Aniolas from the high security prison for OWLs, guard him with his life because they were connected, he never figured out what that meant. It wasn't like Aiden was a super ninja or anything like that, but Aiden was taught how to fight, how to use his powers and to at least think like a strategist...his uncle had taught him that. Aiden always thought that Moli was delusional when he said that he would be the one to get the next generation of heroes together....but it was confirmed when he was contacted psionically by his mother.
Aiden had natural black hair but often altered his hair color to a teal color. He was about 6'1", slender with a small athletic build. He inherited his father's eyes and his powers from his mother...though he's nowhere in comparison to her, only inheriting the gift of telekinesis, empathy and a diamond form he only assumes he got from one of his father's many powers, though in that form his psychic powers are useless. Aiden has a birthmark on his right pec that resembles a phoenix. One thing Aiden did inherit was a cursed sword that drew from his psychic energy...a blade that was given to him on his seventh birthday by his father...though not in person.
Aiden had been training and planing for this break out for the last two years...Aiden was now twenty-five and was ready for his task at hand. Why couldn't he have been a telepath instead of an empath? Shifting feelings was always more persuasive than getting in their head...rolling his eyes he began to countdown. The power would be cut and he would have exactly five minutes to bust out Aniolas and escape all together. Pressing a button the network quickly shut down as Aiden shifted into his diamond form running through the now darkened building he had snuck into, puching holes and making new paths as he began to use his tracker for Aniolas. Aiden's hacking skills had payed off as he was able to track him through his registration information...his threat level was severe so he was locked away in a secluded area.
Aiden had frantically made it to the room Aniolas as kept in as he looked at the young man. He had blonde hair and appeared to be a couple of years younger than Aiden. "You must be who I'm here for" he said calmly to Aniolas unconscious body. Destroying the machines around Aniolas, Aiden began to try and wake him up. "Wake up...wake up!!!" he screamed looking at his time and the man in front of him. Aniolas would have to collect himself quick and come with Aiden if they were to survive this suicide mission Aiden had set up for himself.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 6:30 pm
((Will))
A solemn foreboding wave swept across the card quarters of the former Satan Owl. This grey atmosphere was a manifestation of Che's unease. In here, Will could feel Che's emotions spot on without needed to read Che, not that he needed to feel Che's emotions because he could tell since they were quite well acquainted. But still, with the grey wave, the form of a black haired child appeared. The kid was huddled on the floor with a scared expression....sort of like a scared crying kid Genya.
Moments later, the sound of Che's strained voice echoed like a dull voice shouting and groaning from mountains away, but it was quite audible to Che's mentor. It was a mix of a retort and cry of desperation.
"Something we can use?" The blonde Owl laughed. "You asked for it." The blonde grinned as he went over to the child form of Che and patted him to comfort the child manifestation of Che. The motion would probably lessen Che's feeling of unease. "F**k, Cheani. You got a lot of dandruff in here," the sarcastic mentor commented as the confetti from Che's thoughts floated around and increased in amount. "Feel free to use either of them as shields if that if the best thing you can think up for them, but surely, you can think of something better. Come on, man. You're grown up now. Don't tell me you still can't get over Sebastian."
Cerbs barked once as if hearing Will speak and then made a noise as if he was snickering at Che. Perhaps, Cerbs could make coffee, but Che sure didn't know, and Cerbs never had the need to make coffee.
Inside the card, Will sat down next to the child Che and began to build with the confetti. The first shape ended up being that of a gun. "A step at a time, kid. Remember the basics."
A smirk alighted on Sebastian's face again. "Ah, a lot of coffee. William has requested Tai's special for you, Cheani."
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 4:12 pm
((Raven))
Timothy’s energy peaked as it became apparent that he had finally touched down in New Exire. As Raven had expected, he was now heading towards her location. For some reason the small Lightening Herald had opted to take the conventional way into the building as supposed to landing on the balcony where Raven currently stood. The French woman now had a matter of minutes to do away with any remaining tears that clung to her reddened cheeks. She stepped gingerly back over the shards of glass as she moved back into the trashed office. Small blobs of blood marked the carpet, a result of her not wearing shoes when treading on delicately crafted glass fragments. She wasn’t about to put up with the Herald questioning her self-inflicted injuries so she quickly donned her heavy steel toe capped boots. Wincing as the not so comfy soles added more pressure to her feet, Raven straightened up her attire as best as she could.
Her black jeans had seen better days. They were worn and ripped in places. It gave the French woman a look of a rogue warrior from a RPG game. Nonetheless, Raven patted the jeans down and pulled on the long black cardigan that had been left forgotten on a coat hook besides the fire door. She wrapped it around her small frame and finally moved onto her hair. “Hmm…perhaps I should cut it….It has been getting on my nerves of late.” On the wall behind her was the reflection of a girl who was completely worn and tired with life. Without blinking Raven continued to stare at her reflection until her eyes simply burned. She blinked a few times before attempting to flatten out her lifeless locks that had become mess thanks to the wind and the snow. Despite her best efforts Raven still seemed less than charming. Though, even she could help but notice the subtle hints of someone who had the potential to be rather beautiful. Her lips were a pale shade of pink. They were plump and full and shaped in a perfect manner often known as ‘Cupids bow’. Her eyes were almond shaped and large. The colour of her eyes, while missing a sparkle, was a clear blue and held wisdom that even Raven herself couldn’t deny.
“What on earth am I even thinking….”
With a small shake of her head, Raven turned away from the cracked mirror just as Timothy entered the room. His clothing seemed damp but otherwise intact. She would have loved to be able to think that he was feeling as tired as she did but that wasn’t the first thing that stood out with this man. The first thing that Raven noticed was the red lines that decorated his eyes. They mimicked the ones that she had gained from crying. But surly….Timothy hadn’t been crying just as she had. Overlooking that little factor for now, Raven nodded her head solemnly at his words. “Yes. I know what comes next.” She replied in a tone of voice that was softer than her usual commanding tone. “I have been ready for it for a while now, Timothy. There is no need for you to come here and remind me of the inevitable….” The blonde female stepped forwards and walked away from the Lightening Herald with two more steps. She was walking as normal, a feat given the state of her feet.
“Do excuse the current mess of this office. I was in the middle of rearranging it. As you can see, it is nowhere near complete.” Raven laughed lightly after her sentence came to an end. Her fingers danced lightly over the surface of the one remaining table that had evaded her earlier outburst. “Timothy…” She began coyly, testing the waters before diving in. She licked her bottom lip as she debated whether or not asking the next question would prove a wise choice or a waste of time. Deciding to go ahead and ask anyway, Raven turned around to face the short man. Her face remained completely impassive as she gazed towards the male. “….You have been crying….” It was not a question but more of an accusation. “Why is that?” She was mainly asking because she wished to know just what it was that could make a man as stubborn as Timothy cry. She wanted to know why he even had a reason to cry. Isn’t he someone who had something that he wanted to gain with this war?
((Serena))
“How long have I been sleeping for….?” The question hung in the air and remained unanswered as a rather confused and dazed Vanishing Owl tried to regain control over her blurred vision. Serena didn’t know where she was and or a moment she thought that she was back in Japan. It was only as time ticked by casually that she recalled her visit to New Exire. She had come in hopes of convincing Kojiro to return with her. So that he could live out his life in a safe, loving environment. Only… she remembered just how sour and bitter he had been when she had finally found him…He was nothing like the Owl that she had once known. How could he have changed so much in such a short time?! It was disturbing to see him being so out of control. Being as cold and as untouchable as the ice he wielded. “Koji……” Serena’s silver eyes glazed over as a fresh river of tears pooled beneath. Just one blink was all it took to send the salty water over the edge and streaming down her cheeks. Her mind couldn’t seem register that she may have just lost two important people in her life in such a short space of time.
Serena stood up from the sofa she had been laid upon. How had she even gotten there? She couldn’t recall much of the battle with Kojiro. There had been lots of snow…And pain. Pain from the ice sculptured weapons that had been thrown so carelessly at her. Recalling that somewhat minor detail, Serena scanned her body. She had numerous bandages wrapped around a few limbs. Someone had done this because she sure as hell hadn’t. Now she was feeling frustrated, confused, uncomfortable, inconsolable and…completely enraged. Where was Kojiro now? She had come all the way out here for that damn Owl. That stupid, naive, silly….wonderful...adorable child…She just wanted to have someone with her. She just wanted to come out of this damn war with one person….She had lost someone close to her already…She couldn’t bear losing another. “Please…someone…help me….” She felt like her lungs were collapsing. Her heart rate was steadily rising to a point that it would soon be through the roof. That was it. Serena’s moment of weakness was finally upon her.
The Vanishing Owl fell let out a cry of frustration before rounding onto a wall. She punched it with such force that she was positive that she had just broken a bone somewhere in her hand. The pain in her hand was nothing compared to the searing pain within her. Had her entire life been something short of a joke?! It certainly seemed that way. She had had enough and yet she couldn’t see a way to escape the foreign emotions which were toying with the white haired woman; screwing with her mind and heart. She couldn’t handle the stress anymore. She needed to change herself as a person in order to take care of the precious lives that were now growing within her. Throwing a temper tantrum was not the way an expecting mother should act. But how would she know that? Serena’s real mother had dumped her and her brother at some orphanage. Her whole life…has been nothing but a struggle...Just as things were getting good something bad happened again and messed everything up. If she has failed Kojiro…what chance would her own children have with her?
Slowly….very slowly….Serena lowered herself to the floor. She had no energy left. She was tired and in pain. She closed her eyes, no longer caring about getting out of New Exire before the final fight. Her uninjured hand rested gently on top the small bump of her stomach. She stroked it in a soothing manner… “I will tell your story…..I will tell your story and keep you alive…I will tell them to the children…..” She mused silently as her breathing grew more calm and relaxed. She had no intention of moving any time soon. The Vanishing Owl was content with remaining in this small part of the world. At peace with all her mistakes and enjoying the memories that she silently recalled. A small part of her wanted someone to find her…and another part told her that no one would be coming. Not this time. This time she was alone.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 9:58 am
Through the hallways of the house that Che Presidiomni frequented was his second born son Roulin. Only mere moments before this one, he'd been laying with Cecilia 'making up' to her the best way he knew how. The long haired man was dressed now in clothes that seemed to melded almost perfectly into the darkness. Only the soft glow of his dark violet eyes could be seen through the veil of somber.The sleeves of his black satin shirt extended long enough to cover all but the tips of his fingers. His pants, also satin, seemed to big for him as well. It didn't matter to the Owl as one might have expected.
Onward through the cover of night he walked. Not long after he'd caught a glimpse of the stacks of smoke rising in the distance, a familiar voice played in his mind. It was Amara Vanilli, another Owl in the lowly resistance that seemed to be losing hope each day. A smile crossed the lips of the young man. It'd been a while since he had a heart to heart with Amara, so what would be the harm in fulfilling her request? None perhaps. In no time, he was sitting next to the girl looking out into the nightly skyline. There was nothing but destruction as far as the eye could see and to Roulin, this was normal. Natural even. The dead bodies that lined the streets the below like lamps didn't faze him.
Roulin's hair displaced itself in the nighttime breeze. A few of the loose onyx strands fell over his left eye. His view was far from obscured thanks to his ability he'd all but mastered now. Looking past the straightened torrents of black, the Italian responded to the young woman at his side. "I do." Fingers interlaced themselves in contemplation. A leg was folded over the other in thought. "Or maybe I don't. I can agree it seems long ago, but war slows down time for those involved. Long ago for us could be fifteen years...or even just a day." A shimmer of a grin showed itself on the pale face of the man when he looked over to Amara. "I know you're feeling nostalgic Amara. Are you here because you wanted to reminisce or something?"
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"Tai's special drink? Oh god...if Maestro William insists that I drink it, then...make it for me...." Reluctantly, the coffee guzzler made the deal to drink a special blend made by his mentor's friend/student person. His last run it with the beverage was hectic, but now that he'd been introduced to it before, surely he could handle it this time. "I'm going to have a heart attack one of these days..."
Che had made landfall after some minutes of flying rather briskly through the snow. He was now at the base that sheltered his little coalition. After entering the destroyed, unlit building, he sat Kate down and found himself a seat as fast as he could. It was easy to see that the middle-aged man was stressed far beyond someone of his years should've been. Then again, his age was recently 'set' to a middle age. His years stretched beyond anyone else in this desolate building. Even this relic knew that because of this, he'd have to suffer the weight of planning the rest of this fight alone.
"They'd make more than just shields of course. I was kidding." replied Che to his internal voice. "The basics won't help me here. There isn't much that will help me here Will." A hand lifted to stroke the straggly beard Kate pleaded to have lopped off. Che liked the idea of looking wiser than he actually was, so the beard would be staying until he grew tired of it. Before long, he was rubbing his forehead in even deeper thought. This war had been straining him thin and now, it seemed as if there were no options to select. It wasn't long before his mind ventured back to what Timothy had said to him earlier.
~I already know what's going to happen.~ Will could easily see these words and even Timothy himself. It was all but a memory. An important one at that. From what the elder could remember, both he and Timothy knew that Roulin, who also knew that his options were dwindling, would make a move that would either jeopardize or save their cause tonight. Che understood that talking to his son would only force him to leave. It all seemed inevitable at this rate. The elder Presidiomni was forced to wait and see.
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To the Herald, the soft but sure timbre of the frenchwoman's voice seemed to fade more and more as she assured him of her knowledge of the undeniable. It was strange how one's reflection in a cracked mirror could reveal so much to the eyes of the subject. There was such a thing in this torn office of Catherine's, but it seemed to have been forgotten by time. Judging from it's placement...leaning in a corner at an angle with a crack running down it's length, one could infer that it'd fallen there and had been neglected ever since then. After all, it was just a mirror. It didn't beg the magnitude of attention that this on going war did. Ironically, the steel-shelled Herald found himself looking into the light blue eyes of that saddened reflection...that glass, fragile copy of himself that stood so weakly in the corner behind the Quaking Owl. Matted, messed hair and dampened clothes provided an image Timothy knew he couldn't bare to stand for very long. His gaze at the other man was halfway. As it was tilted upward at an angle and cracked jaggedly down it's center, Timothy could only face the right half of himself. In that mirror, he was only half there. The other half simply did not exist anymore.
"The mess is none of my concern. Do with your office what you will." The electromagnetic replied lowly and his voice held some defensiveness within it. For a flickering moment, his eyes snapped to the blue hues that were Raven's eyes. Beneath them were the reddened trails that resembled rashes. She too had been crying and he'd noticed it beforehand. Intelligently, he refrained from inquiry and instead looked over her shoulder the remnants of himself. "Inevitable. I think it's safe to assume that he won't be coming here to kill you despite his urges to do so. Maybe it's safe to assume he'll be coming alone as well." Of course Timothy was talking about the son of his current nuisance. The brash youth was predictable, but clever in his own right much like his father was. Unlike the elder Presidiomni, Roulin's efforts were more solemn and direct. Aggression over thought. Results over projections. Raven took a few steps away from the Herald and then a few more. The dark red etchings of her feet were left on the floor indicating that she'd been ignoring the shards of glass that carpeted the area around the desk. The blonde, like Tim seemed to be in a state of self-torture. Their pain differed of course. Timothy's mind, as a result of self-reflection, was eroding. Raven's was physical and evident across the floor. Furthermore, Raven seemed to be indulging in it rather than wanting to escape it like Timothy. Perhaps if she weren't in his presence, her demeanor would be a far cry from what it is now.
Silver hair sprayed droplets of water in all directions when Timothy returned his attention to the mirror in the corner. For a moment, both he and Raven stood in silence. The soft bristling noises of the shifting snow outside played a nice melody for the two broken individuals. The herald could've stood forever in the silence of the night either alone or with the company of his fellow Owl and for a mere second, he believed that was going to be the remainder of his evening. Then, he heard his name slither ever so smoothy from the lips of the French woman in the room. Her tone, now that his mind was on it and not the stare he gave himself in that horrid reflective surface across the room, was velveteen...coy. False innocence dripped from her following words.
Timothy's lips parted a little bit as if he went to draw in a sliver of air through numbed folds. His steely blue eyes arose and met with hers. Such an accusatory stare had never been given to the woman from this man until that moment. From the mirror, Timothy brought himself to turn to Raven. His disposition had altered entirely because of her question. No longer was he brooding and missing the purity he once held. He was now solemn and certain and caught somewhere between feelings of insulted and scorned. "I could easily ask you the same thing," Timothy replied almost in a growl. "Why you were crying may or may not be the same reason that I was. It may account for why you're treading across broken glass as if it were mere fabric." Slightly, the short man's pale face had become scrunched in indignation. Though it seemed it, he wasn't at all angry at Raven. Her curiosity was natural. At this point, he was angry at himself and the decisions he made up until this point. "Rivers empty themselves by means of depositories and estuaries. What is built up from the past is emptied out and the river is partially anew once more. There are things from my past built up within me from the past that...possibly cannot be emptied out, renewed or changed for as long as I exist. I was crying because while I realize and accept this, I know that there is someone important to me who doesn't." Looking away from the woman now as if to assert to himself that he was alone in this moment, an baited breath escaped Timothy. His sight fell into his hands which still could not feel a single thing save for the sting of numbness.
Clenching them into fists, he faced Raven once again and asked her calmly, "Catherine. Why were you crying?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 5:57 pm
"I remember...it's the first day...the first day I became a killer" she said looking towards the moon, the shadowy clouds were blocking the full illuminating effects, but it was still present. The psychic positioned herself more comfortably before continuing. "September 6th, 1997..." she said out loud. "I can't help but feel...that...a lot of things...could have been prevented" she said. "Have you ever sat alone with yourself and just truly feel horrified at what you have done?" she asked him. If he wanted to answer he could...if he didn't...it wasn't a big deal.
"Marlene Ayers...age forty-three, gunshot wound to the head. Thomas Ayers...age forty-eight, gunshot wound to the head" she said. These people were her uncle and aunt who had abused her for so long as a child. "Frankie Lendon, age Seventeen, Andre Kor, age fifteen and Jeremy Scott age sixteen...several gun wounds to the chest" she said. "...and then...I met you" she said her eyes filling with tears of remorse.
"I'm sorry Roulin...I must sound like a bubbling idiot" she said managing to get a small laugh out before continuing. "We had a history class together...your mother disguised as a teacher...the raid happened...I black out once again...I don't know if I was born a killer...or was it a survival mechanism. Troy Miller, 32, Sonya Elridge, 28, Tony Frescho, 33, Adrian Banks, 19...I killed all of them that day...I remember them..." she told him. The wind blew as a cold reminder that they were still outside.
Looking into the eyes of Roulin she rubbed her head slightly. "I guess that's child's play of course...I remember...you remember when Itachi killed me? I often wonder how life would have been if I would have stayed dead...how many people who are dead now would still be alive" she told him. I remember that day...I came back different...angry...vengeful if you will" she said. "I can remember getting angry...and every thought...every violent thought I've ever had became a reality. I still can't forgive myself for the thousands I've killed as a teenager" she said.
"I remember the second time I died...I was shot...by a herald and I disappeared...three years I was gone and then I wake up and I'm in Australia...alone...cold...and couldn't remember. I remember everything now...you tried to help me...help me remember...listen Roulin, I'm sorry...I'm sorry for causing the stress I did for you at such a young age, I'm sorry that I made it feel as if you couldn't trust others because I betrayed you...I never planned...Lucien...it just sort of happened" she said. "I think it was his nature that I sympathized with him and stayed...did you know that you two are the most important men in my life...if anything were to happen to you..." she stopped in mid-sentence.
"I destroyed a whole villiage in Brazil...This was only about a year and a half ago...why couldn't I control myself...even with Victoria away from me...I felt a link...there are times I can't even distinguish myself from her from the people I've killed...I haven't had a good night's sleep since I was seven...to know that the actions, the choices I've made have affected others the way it has...me...I...I...I..." she couldn't finish anything before thrusting her face into her palms.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 6:22 pm
"I am sure you will be more than pleased with the drink.~" the butler replied with that unnerving smile and a twinkle of his eyes.
"God? God? Cheaaaaani Izaaaaayaaaa! You little twerp. Stop saying that f**king word. Unless you're referring to yourself, I don't want to hear it." Clearly, despite no longer being the Satan Owl, Will still had more than enough remnants. His full personality was still unchanged. The only real thing that had changed was his constant aura, which was no longer constantly devilish/overbearing. "Tai's drink is better than coffee. If you have an heart attack, it'll be because I gave you one and not this building dumping the rest of its shambles on you while you're sleeping like a sloth."
The blonde card prisoner sighed as he patted the figure of kid Che inside the card world, who was now also assembling structures from the confetti that had fallen. He could tell his student was stressed and just feeling the moment... and would probably almost give anything for a moment away from it all. But Cheani wouldn't. He couldn't and wouldn't give up so easily or he'd suffer Will's wrath. It was a bit of a lose-lose situation for Will's poor student.
As Che sat and pondered across from Kate in that worn half collapsed building, Sebastian made his grand appearance once again by simply appearing all of a sudden by Che's side and setting a steaming hot drink in front of him. "Your drink is served. Do enjoy, Cheani~"
Of course they would.. Che wasn't an idiot yet. He'd just have to learn how to use his resources more effectively now than before. As if hearing Che's thought of looking wiser than he actually was, Will had to comment. "You look more like a retarded hobo who misses the forest for the trees. Basics, Che. ...." The Nocturne Owl knew what Che was thinking and could indeed see the memories of that conversation. "Patience.... "
Speaking of patience.... "Cheani, I must see Serena." Will could still somehow sense Serena, but he didnt know how she was doing at the moment. He had promised her he wouldn't leave her, and now she had not seen him for months. "You'll bring me to her, won't you, Cheani? And I'll have Sebastian help you more..."
Or even worse...maybe Cerbs would keep playing with Che's hair. The hellhound had patted Che's hair, and it had frizzed.....he was so going to pat Che's beard next....
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