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In these hands I hold my future
No master's whip to claim me
Under command of my own ship
I'll proceed to change things...

Paradise of Light and Shadow

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Location:Markets; Gaia
Summary: Ainion is sent to kill the Efolan King for good, given no choice he makes his way back to his ship in order to speak to his crew.
Attire: Assassin
OCC: No one's going to stop Ainion from killing the king.
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xxxxxxxAinion was led to a big conference room where a total of twelve seats were encompassed around a big large table. He could only assume this was the conference room as all but one seat was filled and that was for the female. Upon his entry he was given various glare and gazes from a vast array of species. Most were efolan but still he saw a kathar and a sethyst. Were all the rebels connected someway? It never actually dawned to Ainion as their actions never really concerned him but for a few times. The human female snatched him up by the hood and dragged him to the center of attention, breaking the chatter a few cold mutters being thrown his way. Now an efolan male stood amongst the group, a couple of noticeable scars dotting his face. Ainion quirked an eyebrow before listening to his voice speak.
xxxxxxx"Why did you bring that royal trash in here?" he questioned menacingly. Ainion was used to the comments but still he rose a hand to let it rest on his blade. This made others stiffen and the guards watching them close down and encompass him. Ainion's eyes narrowed before he withdrew his shortsword twisting it in his fingers nimble, his hand gripping the hilt horizontally in front of him. Others rushed towards him and he let loose a breath of air watching them close in with what looked like modified weapons. They were out of date and looked to be held together by scotch tape. These men weren't even worth his time. Three charged at him, one going for his side, another for his leg and the last for his head. All were quite sloppy moves and Ainion managed to side step them all except for the last. The last tried to crash down on his skull with the blade in hopes of splitting him in half but instead the rebel found himself slumped on the wall after a brutal side kick to the ribs. The other two were still taken back from his ease at avoiding their attacks which left them open for attack. Still he remained where he was until one snapped to their sense approaching more warily. This kathar more focused went for his torso with a swipe of his much longer laser saber then coming back with a jab of it at his stomach. Ducking Ainion dodged the initial attack, using his spring action to propel him in the air. Soaring above Kather he landed on his head with a foot, adding more than necessary power to send himself back into the air. Stunned the kathar's head was sent to the cemented ground and bounced as Ainion landed with a light thud only a few inches from the Telke guard. Spinning his blade the edge nearly nipped the telke's face but missed per Ainion's wishes before shoving the hit of the blade into his stomach, causing the skinny figure to sputter blood. More approached but were halted by the efolan and the human slapped his shoulder with a laugh.
xxxxxxx"You can put your sword away boy, this 'royal trash' as you call him just took out three of YOUR best guards." the human seemed to chuckle as Ainion slid his sheathe back in its place. 'Best guards huh?' he thought, easing the blade until it clambered against the sheathe's end. They were pathetic and Ainion easily found how they were so easily oppressed. They relied on numbers and bulk, not skill and strategy. Someone intelligent needed to lead these people to freedom, not some obviously over confident efolan. Looking over his shoulder he saw the human girl smile at him almost sincerely happy he had did that. He didn't understand but instead stood, waiting for direction out of this place.
xxxxxxx"You said we needed someone to infiltrate the king's palace and take the man out, this guy is the best to do it." she commented challenging the silence, causing Ainion to look at her questioningly. That was what she wished him to do? He'd have better luck killing all of these rebels to get out of here before he had the chance to assassinate the king. Besides there'd be nothing in it for him. They did this for recognition but these were lives they were playing with. Ainion only killed those who could properly defend themselves or threatened the safety of his ship and crew. What they did went beyond an injustice he could commit. The people around the table whispered among each other as best they could with the space between them. Ainion chose not to tune in and already gave a disapproving look towards everyone. He wouldn't do that, not for their petty reasons. Ainion however did have that gauntlet to sell and would need it back but not at that cost.
xxxxxxx"Before you say no realize you have no option in this, I thought you might be some trouble by the looks of you so we stole away one of your crew, a sethyst female" the human stated with a smug grin. Everyone around cracked smiles at his change of expression until he blade was drawn in one fell swoop, the razor edge resting against the soft flesh of her throat. His eyes were wide but fierce and commanded attention, demanding silence of everyone there. Still the human remained calm with that same look of arrogance. Now Ainion had a reason to kill her and everyone in this base.
xxxxxxx"Do that and believe she'll die before you can even take another breath"she added with a chuckle the blade Ainion held leaving her throat. He didn't even know these people and were already beginning to hate them. 'I hope they all drown in their greed' he thought sadistically clenching his fists tightly. They didn't lack for cowardice or manipulation. They'd be perfect politicians if they ever managed the glory he thought sarcastically, calming himself. It was then the Efolan male took over from there, the human taking her respective seat. Ainion stood farthest from them but kept an ear out as he spoke with a devious grin.
xxxxxxx"Well seeing as you will be useful, we're going to employ your skills in order to remove the universe of this tyrant of a man" he began, checking Ainion's expression for any change. There was none. He folded his arms and leaned against a wall only vaguely listening. They wanted him to infiltrate the palace and murder the king, leaving the rebellion coin to represent that this was their doing. Simple curt and absolutely stupid. The council was going to overrun and then what? More violence, it was simply stupid. He'd do this however in exchange for the gauntlet and his navigator. Apparently this king did have a price and these rebels found it. Ainion didn't like being used but he also didn't have a choice. Frowning he peeled himself off the wall. They said they'd provide him with sufficient supplies to get the job done and when he was that he should report back.
xxxxxxxBeing sent to a room he was thrown a detailed holographic map of the palace. To his surprise it was well mapped out and Ainion had to hand it to their sources. He shifted through it, sitting on a nasty cot of a bed. They had entries of all different ways, any of which he had the freedom to choose. Ainion never thought himself ever getting into the assassination business. In his solitude he was thrown a new set of clothes, ones that would better suite the job instead of his vibrant clothing. After throwing them on he was given blindfolded and led out of the underground base, given the freedom to move about. They did however warn that if he left planet or didn't complete this within three days that the girl would be shot and killed. Ainion shuddered at the thought again as he was brought back to the market streets. The black cloak directed most of the heat to him and he felt of another blade on his person. It was the dagger he was meant to kill him with. That was the only condition that had to be met, the blood stained on the blade proof of his compliance to their request. Ainion looked at it and its sheathe disgusted before making his way back through the crowd. It'd be best if he warned the crew, and stalked the place before doing what needed to be done.
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All alone in one vast expanse
Pursue my dreams, they're in my grasp
Won't let them slip, can't let them fall
I'll be a prince among gods and show them all

[SilverRainbowRose]

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Location:Gaia's black market.
Summary:Moria dresses in something less revealing upon Ainion's demand and then figures out he'd left her on the ship. She then begins to go on a search of her own for him.
Wear:Outfit 4
OOC:N/A

✘xxBefore the human captain left, he returned her gun, and she returned it to her leg holster. Moria knew she wasn't getting through to him and with his abruptness of telling her to go put other clothes on before heading into his bathing area. He seemed like he was cutting himself off and that in turn made her feel lonely. For a moment or two, Moria just stood and stared at the door that she now heard running water from. Her attention then turned to the gauntlet on his bed. She walked over and tenderly picked it up and examined the object closely. There didn't seem to be anything special to her about it, but she guessed beauty was in the eyes of the beholder. Moria fiddled with the gauntlet until she heard the water shut off from the shower. When that happen, Moria set the item back onto the bed and made her way to, and out the door. She felt as if Ainion didn't really want her around for the time being. This made her feel even more lonely, but she ignored it as she made her way to her room.

✘xxAs she walked down the hall she stretch different limbs in different directions making sure everything was healed and how it should be. There was still a bit of a sting from the arrow wound, but judging by the feel it should be healed up by the time they go off where ever Ainion was planning to go. Moria was soon at her door, which she opened and entered her room, closing the door behind her. Moria leaned against it and slide down to a sitting position. Alone, in her room was one of the only places she got to be old self again. Emotional and vulnerable to hurt. She sat against the door silently for a few minutes, before heaving herself to her feet again with a sigh. In no time she had shed her normal outfit and was once again naked but still in her undergarments. Her next destination was her closet which she began to rifle through, looking for one outfit. Moria didn't own many outfits so she found her modest, casual wear without trouble.

✘xxMore slid her legs into the dark pants with yellow strips on the side. They felt comfortable, but very restricting and that was the part she hated. Next was the the green sweat shirt. The pocket in the front was yellow and so was the inside of the hood. The next part was the part she hated most. She reluctantly slid her feet into some black socks then dark shoes. Moria liked being bare footed but this was everything that went together. When she was all dressed, Moria stood in front of a full length mirror and examined herself. The pants and the long sleeves hid her various tattoos that were scattered around her arms and legs. The only mark that was still revealed was two small, red streaks that were below her left eyes. When she satisfied herself with her new look, Moria began to take off the bandages. The one on her wrist she just ripped to shreds. She lifted her shirt and was gentle about taking the bandage that wrapped around her waist and upper stomach off. When it was all off, she saw that the wound from the arrow was completely healed, not even a scare. This brought a small smile to Moria's lips thinking that that would make Ainion happy perhaps. The last thing she did for her look was let down her hair from it's ponytail. While she was changing she had felt a slight change in the gravity around her. Since she usually felt this when they entered a planet's atmosphere, she guessed they had reached their destination.

✘xxHer gun and holster were both back on her leg as she readied herself to leave the room. She had noticed that her giant sword had been brought to her room. Though she wished to take it with her, she thought perhaps it was a little to noticeable. Moria picked up her bloodied outfit and walked out of the room with it and then headed towards Ainion's room. When she was about eight feet from his door, one of the crew members walked out. It was a female Vaeshi in her human form, who seemed to be one of the crew who kept the ship clean. The girl looked up and saw Moria and slightly froze in her steps. Her eyes wandered over Moria and then she looked back at the captain's door. The girl's eyes widened slightly as some realization occurred in her brain. The Vaeshi lowered her head timidly and walked as if she was planning to sneak by Moria. Moria of course became suspicious and arched and eyebrow before placing her hand gently on the girl's shoulder as she tried to pass. The girl jumped and looked up at Moria, fear in her eyes. "He's not on the ship, is he?" Moria asked the girl in the calmest voice she could muster up, even though her blood began to boil. The Vaeshi nodded, confirming her thoughts. Moria's eyes closed as she sighed trying to keep her worry and anger contained so as not to scare the girl. Moria held her clothes out to the girl and asked for her to take them to the wash. She wasn't asking this of the girl thinking of her a servant as a slave, but rather a favor. Moria also asked the Vaeshi to bring her and extra gun holster and gun. Any type of hand gun would do. The girl nodded then rushed off to fulfill her requests.

✘xxMoria proceeded into the captain's chambers and looked to the bed. As she thought, the gauntlet was gone, and there was only one place that Ainion would go to sell it. Gaia. With a frustrated sigh, Moria turned and headed back towards her room with long strides leaving his door open. As she went in that direction she felt hurt that he would do this. His actions were confusing her and that only upset her more. Did he wish for her not to be at his side any longer? She was back in her room with in a minute or two and began to slide on the harness for her sword again. While she did this, she saw that the extra harness and pistol was on her bed. To her liking, it was a normal pistol like the one she already had. She slide that onto her leg before sliding her sword into the harness. Moria knew exactly where she would go to look first.

✘xxShe headed out of the ship and took a quick look around Gaia and instantly went towards the shop where she knew Ainion usually went to find Mr. Black. Her streaked red bangs still covered half of her face and in flowed around her shoulders as she wormed her way through the crowd of the market. A scowl was etched into her face and it began to give her a pathway through the sea of people. Moria had the booth within her sights in a matter of seconds. When she was closing the distance the booth keeper looked up and met gazes with her. He knew her and she could see he instantly tried to somehow move away from his shop. The guilt was plain on his face. Or was it just the plain fact of something to hide? It didn't matter for she'd already approuched his booth, and for now just glared at him, while she growled her question in a low voice. "Where is Captain Nightmare?" The shop keeper shook his head trying to fake innocence saying he's never heard of seen anything by that name. Her upper lips raise slightly as she bared her teeth in warning.

✘xxFrom her increasing anger and frustration, her canine's slightly began to elongated into actual fangs. The shop keeper shivered and gave in. "Okay okay, I'll tell you. He came in here looking for Mr. Black. After he wouldn't sell it to be I told him about him about how the Efolan King had been found." As he began to explain his story, her demeanor calmed slightly, but she was taking back from the news of the supposed findings with the efolan king. But she continued to listen without showing too much surprise. "After than, a few rebel's came and knocked him out. They were commenting about the tattoo on his arm. Said he was Efolan royalty himself. So after that they just picked him up and carried him off." Moria was snarling by the end of the shop keepers story. "Well where did they go?" She asked not bothering to hid her anger. The shop keeper seemed to be getting cocky since he could clearly see she was upset, but yet, she hadn't done anything to him. "It's the rebel's. I'm just a shop keeper, I have no idea where their hideouts are."

✘xxShe suspected that he did know something of where they might be, for a lot of gossip traveled through the market. When he was close enough to her, Moria reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him close. This caused the attenion of the people around them. A few went to probably find guards of some sort. The fear had returned to his face as he uselessly tried to move away from her. "Captain Nightmare has been dealing through here for years, and you randomly begin to think he's royalty because some power drunk rebel says so?! Moria growled before letting him go and worming her way back into the crowd. For a few moment, she was still given a wide birth. But the further into the crowd, and the further away from the booth she went, the crowd became normal again. Ainion's mark was something easy to spot and identify. Though she knew he'd been a slave all his life before this, she was always curious about his mark that resembled that of efolan royalty. When Moria felt like she was far enough away for no one to identify her, she stopped to try and calm herself. In her aggravated state, she wouldn't be able to think properly. She then tried contacting him with an ear piece she picked up before she left the ship, and all she got back in response was a crazy static signal. She cursed to herself before looking around the crowd looking for some sort of clue. His scent was still on the air so she could possibly follow it, but that would take forever since there were so many people she could confused it with, even in the slightest of ways, someone else.

✘xxMoria pulled her hood over her head to cover her hair and shroud her eyes from sight. She began wandering around the market trying to keep up with the trail as she had decided to follow it. It was her only lead and means to find him. In her search she saw a commotion over a slave boy and his master. She wondered if maybe Ainion was around and had something to do with it. But when Moria approached, she saw it was just another person who looked strangely familiar. It took a few moments but after the man handed off the kid and seemed to look around, she knew now who he was. It was Captain Jackson. She was instantly suspicious of him, but knew somehow, he wasn't to blame. Moria continued on and on to look, until she crossed a fresh scent path of Ainion. She pushed through the crowd with purpose as she followed the trail that seemed to be leading back to the Silent Raccoon.

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[xlS o u l l e s Slx]

In these hands I hold my future
No master's whip to claim me
Under command of my own ship
I'll proceed to change things...

Paradise of Light and Shadow

» Åίηίόη ℓσcίεη vαℓ∂ågℓαяίση«

"ηίgħtmαяε "

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Location:Market Streets; Gaia
Summary: Ainion is wandering the market streets when catching sight of Moira. Frantic he attempts to avoid detection.
Attire: Assassin
OCC:
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xxxxxxAinion felt himself feel as if he was being followed. With the fact in mind he had made no move to alert his pursuer to know what he knew. Instead Ainion walked at the crowd's pace only slowing until he reached a small parts shop. Entering it he slid in silently and gracefully, no hints of him leaving the crowd. By the time the rebel spy had caught wind of something off Ainion would be back on his ship. Checking the fabric he found a tracking ship and under the weight of his shoes crushed it with fair ease. From there he was given odd glances by the few inside of the shop and Ainion left to a nearby cafe. After entering he simply took a seat and looked out for anymore of those rebels who might have followed him. He didn't want to lead them to his ship. They might do some poking and prodding, stuff of which he didn't wish to happen. Instead he watched the flurry of the crowd pass by before it slowed. It was then he decided to leave again and take up with the crowd, blending in with his face hidden. It wasn't odd for him but the fact his vision was hindered by the cloak covering his face he mainly paid attention to shoes and the movement of legs.
xxxxxxGently brushing through the crowd he found himself not noticing a break and stumbled over a beaten old man. He was bloodied and bruised but no one around seemed to care. Ainion would've been the same if he didn't know any better but instead gave him a good look over. His face was barely distinguishable and Ainion could only assume he'd had a bad day. Sadly enough he couldn't do anything for him and began to turn around to walk away. Right as he did so the man held him still by the ankle, an odd look of anger in his eyes.
xxxxxx"Everyone's the damn same, sickening all of you!" he screeched madly no signs of letting go. Clearly he was mad and beaten something he couldn't fix but still he had things to do and places to see. The old man looked at him before reaching down at his belt. Ainion first instinct was to protect himself and in half the time took his blade from its sheathe and plunged it into his skull. The crowd seemed to gasp but no one ran for the authorities. That was truly strange. Had he done something so wrong that no one even cared to lift a finger? Regardless it was good news for him, that was until he caught a glimpse of something familiar. 'Moira!' he silently cursed to himself doing well to flick his bloodied blade free of blood before sheathing it again. She had went out looking for him and now he was in trouble. At least in the confines of the ship everything could be explained but not now, out here in the streets where she'd be most furious. Frantically his eyes shifted from side to side, blending in with the crowd slowing only to stay past. Knowing her keen sense of smell he praised the gods for giving him the benefit of wind. It was moving against his back and not his front so she'd get no clear smell of him. If he just kept it up he could slip into an alley to avoid her eyes. He could almost thank the rebels for the clothing as it'd make it harder to identify him in.
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All alone in one vast expanse
Pursue my dreams, they're in my grasp
Won't let them slip, can't let them fall
I'll be a prince among gods and show them all

[Jade Ryo]

In this world of uncertain outcomes, I stand out as the one who makes his own out comes

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I have a purpose

And it is to make me own fate

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Jackson spots a familar face in the crowd and continues the serch for his friend.
OCC:Sorry for the shortness and the fact that this is late, i have been very sick after my trip but I'm feeling a tad bit better now.

Jackson was still sitting silently in the bar, his eyes had not let up their gaze on the market. He was intent on finding out just what the hell was going on here. So far everything was going downhill and fast. For starters he had let his anger get the best of him and murdered a man in public. Then he blinded another and left him to the mercy of a vicious crowd. Part of him was wondering if he had misplaced anger issues. Then there was the current situation he now found himself in, waiting to see of in fact Ainion was the boy with the mark that they was grabbed earlier. Well he was sure of it by now, now it was a game of seeing just how much trouble he may or may not have gotten himself into. As he stared his eyes locked onto a familiar person, the girl, Moria. Judging by the way she was bothering the shop keeper, then his hunches were in the right department. A small smirk escaped from his lips as he eyed her warily. Maybe it would be best to follow her around, seeing as she did have her added senses to help her find Ainion. Without as much as a second glance, Jackson got up from the bar and made his way into the streets. It was a tad bit difficult to track anyone in this god forsaken crowd. IT was all to easy to lose sight of someone and then spot them eons ahead of you or even behind you. It was really the ebst place to hide, right in plain sight. “No wonder nobody ever can find Waldo” he muttered as he recalled thee book he had seen in some archives on the ship. Though it did pertain to this situation, it was like trying to find a needle in a hay stack. Or the other way around, depending on who you were. As he continued his walking, Jackson spotted some movement up head, only a few feet away from him.

As he moved closer to the source of the commotion, he came just in time to see a cloaked figure kill a man without a second thought it seemed. His fingers tightened around his own blade as the mysterious person flicked the blood of his blade and sheathed it before walking away like nothing had ever happened. He didn’t know which was worse, the act that he had seen, or the fact that it reminded him that he had done pretty much the same thing not too long ago. As the crowd closed in around him, Jackson muttered under his breath. He could either follow this man, or go after his friend. In the end his friend beat out the mysterious man, besides it wasn’t as if he had anything to do with him and he had enough enemies already and did not need to add to the roster.

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Location:Silent Raccoon
Summary:Moria gives up looking for Ainion and returns to the Silent Raccoon and does odd little jobs as she waits for him to return.
Wear:Outfit 4
OOC:Yay. Sucky and short! Woooo

Moria could tell by Ainion's increasing scent that she was getting closer to him. This excited her, but she wouldn't at all show it. Her eyes scanned over the crowd trying to locate something the hinted to perhaps be her captain but nothing did. Suddenly the wind changed and it took Ainion's scent with it. No! This can't happen! Moria stopped and did a couple circles in place, still trying to find him with her eyes. But this obviously became futile. She started walking in the same direction she had before in attempts to keep up with him even though his scent wasn't leading her anymore.

She had also turned away from Jackson before Moria saw that he was going to follow her. The wind though, blew his scent up towards her. Moria wondered why he'd follow her, but she wasn't concerned with that right now. Her eyes scanned the crowd and that's when she spotted someone her looked almost like Ainion. Even seemed to wear similar cloths to his outing outfit. Moria pushed through the crowd frantically before grabbing the boy by the shoulder and yanking him around. To her dismay, it wasn't Ainion. She apologized for her mistake and continued to look around.

It was hard for her to think of this, but perhaps she should return to the ship. Since Moria had picked up his scent in the crowd, maybe he was fine, but was in the state of not wanting to be found. If this were true, even Moria would have a hard time finding him. With a sigh, the first mate returned to the Silent Raccoon. On her journey back, she passed an ally and glanced down it. There was a hooded man down the ally who seemed to be trying to fit in with the other few passers. But he was failing miserably. Moria stared at the stranger suspiciously but ignored him and continued on till she was back on the ship. By her demeanor, no one asked if she'd found Ainion, for they knew she hadn't. Moria vowed she'd return to looking if Ainion hadn't returned with in two hours time. But for the time being, Moria began to help the other crew around the ship with odd little jobs.

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