►▸ ▹ Who are you? ❝Whoever is as the park...❞ ►▸ ▹ What is this place? ❝Death City Park. ❞
Near entered the park at the south entrance, walking for a short distance to a bench before sitting down. He allowed the blood filled pools that were his eyes to drift up, admiring the sun and the trees above. There was a dreamlike quality to everything. He pinched his arm to make sure he was truly awake. Less than an hour ago he had woken up in a hospital bed. He had no memories outside of who and what he was. Near had no friends. Not to his knowledge at least. That would make it hard to learn about his history. Maybe that was a good thing. Perhaps his amnesia was a second chance, presented to him on a silver platter.
Near's eyes darted about, watching the birds fly and play among themselves. He wasn't concerned with time. A demon had no reason to be. He knew he would outlive any human, so why focus on something so trivial? Even so, he checked his new watch. Not so much out of a need to, but more out of a desire to admire it. After all, he had just bought it that day.
After being discharged from the hospital, Near felt that the clothes that he had been wearing when he was admitted needed replaced. He didn't like how they felt. The pants were too baggy, the shirt was ripped and itchy, and the shoes were dirty. The jacket would have been fine. Near replaced it solely on the idea that getting rid of his old possessions would allow him more freedom to start over. If it weren't for his old wallet being hidden in that jacket, he would have been stuck in the same ratty clothing for the next few days.
His old clothes were replaced with much more adult attire. Near had bought an expensive, silk, three piece suit. The jacket, vest, pants, and shoes were all black. The jacket and the pants were patterned in white pinstripes spanning their surfaces vertically. The shirt was snowy white, while the tie presented a splash of color in the new look. It was the same color as his eyes: deep crimson. The watch was the last thing he bought before running out of money. It was a golden piece with a white face and red hands, strapped to his wrist using black leather.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 10:17 am
" When Will They Cry?"
Yami The Fable Witch
With Yami still being in the part and without soul protection on, she sat down by a huge cherry oak tree. She didn't need Soul Protection because you couldn't tell how a witch is evil or not by the soul. She saw many people go in and thru out the park. After awhile, she knew she had buisness to attend too, So she got up from sitting down and started to walk down slowly down the hill. But With then her clusmyness came into play, she tripped herself and fell down the hill and landed right next to some benches where a man was sitting. " Ouch, that hurts." She then gets up like it was nothing, but then again she trips herself, landing her face head first to the sidewalk.
►▸ ▹ Who are you? ❝A female stranger.❞ ►▸ ▹ What is this place? ❝Death City Park. ❞
Near was smiling to himself as he watched a pair of birds fly towards each other before turning the other way. It was almost like a game of playful tag. He wondered if he had ever played tag when he was younger. It seemed like an interesting game. You would have one person be "it" and attempt to pass it onto another via some form of physical contact. It was a game of who could outrun the others. Physical prowess played a fairly hefty role. The more athletic individuals would obviously outrun the weaker links. As interesting as it was, the dynamic seemed to be biased and unfair.
His bird-watching session was interrupted by a woman's voice. He turned his head to see her picking herself up off the ground not too far away, only to trip and fall again. He suppressed a laugh at the sight, feeling only slightly bad that he found her clumsiness amusing. Near stood up and walked over to the woman, extending a hand down to her to help her stand."Here, let me help you up,"he stated softly, his voice conveying his amusement."Are you alright? You aren't injured?"
His red eyes flashed with concern at the question, then with a deeper worry. What if she somehow knew who he was? How would he be able to express that his memories were gone? Then again, maybe she would have been able to explain exactly what kind of being Near had been before. He cleared his head of these thoughts. He only needed to focus on the present, not the past. If he knew how he had been before, he might have traversed that same road and never have been able to repent for his sins. It was better to leave his history in the past and work towards a bright future.
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G3y TuBe
Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 9:06 pm
" When Will They Cry?"
Yami The Fable Witch
Yami slowly sat up and rubbed her head. She then without even looking saw a man right next to her. She looked at him and replied to his kind words." Thank you sir," She then took his hand and slowly gets up. Just by his facial expressions, he was holding in his asument of her clumsiness." I'm alright, and I'm not injured..and if you want to laugh or chuckle a bit because of my clumsiness go right ahead, I can tell your holding it in." She gives a light smile, and says softly," Well I'm Yami, Mister nice to meet you." Only few things she would worry about is if this man was a mister who can see the souls of people, and him asking questions about her being a witch.
►▸ ▹ Who are you? ❝A stranger named Yami❞ ►▸ ▹ What is this place? ❝Death City Park. ❞
Near shook his head at her permission to express his amusement."No, I should not have found that funny. I'm glad you are alright,"he said, letting go of her hand. His other hand brushed some dirt off of her shoulder. Near looked her up and down, memorizing her appearance and inspecting for more dirt. She seemed to be telling the truth. There was no visible sign of injury. Near breathed a small sigh of relief.
"I'm Near, it's a pleasure to meet you Yami,"he introduced with a smile. His hair fell into his face, only reaching to just above his eyes before stopping. It was snowy white and messy, showing that he never took the time to brush it. His clothes, however, gave off the impression of someone who was very absorbed in the importance of looks. Dress to impress, as they say. The hair didn't match. Of course, he only chose the suit to appear more adult.
Beneath the clothes, stretching deep down to his soul, outside of view of the human world, a unknowingly familiar wavelength began to incubate. It was commonly referred to as madness. Before, Near lived in madness. Now, he was unaffected. His soul was nullifying the effects of the tiny wavelength.
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G3y TuBe
Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 10:22 pm
" When Will They Cry?"
Yami The Fable Witch
Yami smiled at his comment he made. And notice his small actions here and there. When Yami meets someone knew, she likes to remember everything single thing about them even things that aren't important. She was also completely distracted in till he responded back to her." Well nice to meet you Near." She then sense something in him that just made her day, Something called Madness. But to taking a toll, she just remember she promise to be back to her "things" as soon she was done with her mission." Well lookly here, I almost forgot I have some business to attend to, So I guess I will see you around Near, Tata now"~ She said with a kind tone, only part she said a bit low was Business, and she hopes he didn't catch on. She then waved with a fake smile, and walked out of the park and to her house on the outsides far out of death city.{EXIT}
After running a couple of errands, mainly consisting of small tasks for the school, Aislin stopped by the park for a break. Although she hadn't been doing anything exceptionally big, she felt the amount of small tasks she had been doing was still enough to exhaust her. Who knew making sure Stein was eating right would be such a hassle? Whatever it was, she was glad to have a moment to catch her breath. Finding a cool, shaded area among the trees, Aislin laid against the tree and enjoyed the slight breeze.
+ Soul Perception - allows to perceive souls + Maka Chop - An ability inherited from Maka. It's Aislin's substitute for pepper spray. + Anti-Demon Wavelength -acts as a barrier against insanity and darkness +Grigori Soul - allows the ability to fly +Weapon Gene - Can create blades from any part of her body + Soul Menace - Can resonate soul wavelength into an opponent's body by delivering a direct physical blow + Healing Hands - Can fully heal minor wounds (cuts, gashes, scrapes) and semi-heal mortal wounds
After having a meal in the diner with Aislin, Aster found himself wondering around Death City, not really knowing why he did, especially since he was in such a rush to leave the day before. He would spend the night in a hotel and set off exploring the city some more, ending up at Death Park. As soon as he arrived, Aster headed towards a more isolated part of the park, where he could find a nice place to be alone and to relax. Thankfully, there were a fair amount of large trees, all of which provided some decent shade. As he found the perfect tree for him, Aster would sit down on the grass, lean his back against the tree and closer his eyes. Ironically, as soon as he did, he would hear someone else approach and actually lay against the same tree he was on. Opening his eyes, Aster looked over to see a white haired girl there. Narrowing his eyes, Aster already knew who the hair belonged to. "How is it that no matter where I go, you always end up there. It's kind of annoying" he stated.
Aislin was just about to finally get into a zen-like state until she heard a voice. The voice was all to familiar and she prayed to kami that it wasn't him. Reluctantly looking behind her, she saw that her fears were confirmed. "Well, it's not like I want to see you either." she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She must have the worst luck ever to see him so much. Aislin had been sure the last time they saw each other would be the last. It all reminded her of one simple fact. "Aren't you supposed to be gone, anyways? You seemed pretty determined to leave the city last time I saw you." she pointed out.
+ Soul Perception - allows to perceive souls + Maka Chop - An ability inherited from Maka. It's Aislin's substitute for pepper spray. + Anti-Demon Wavelength -acts as a barrier against insanity and darkness +Grigori Soul - allows the ability to fly +Weapon Gene - Can create blades from any part of her body + Soul Menace - Can resonate soul wavelength into an opponent's body by delivering a direct physical blow + Healing Hands - Can fully heal minor wounds (cuts, gashes, scrapes) and semi-heal mortal wounds
Hearing Aislin's question, Aster would turn away from the girl, close his eyes and relax, almost as if he was avoiding answering her. "As a matter of fact, I was planning on leaving, but something came up, so I decided to stay in the City for just a little longer. Why do you ask? Got a problem with me staying here?" he asked. Aster was definitely more talkative when he is around Aislin, in fact, it seems like he become a different person altogether, when he is near her. Aster was aware of this and as a result, wanted to keep as much distance between them as he could.
Aislin raised an eyebrow as Aster turned away from her and leaned back against the tree again. Something about the way he did it reminded her slightly of a pouting child. "I'm asking because I'm curious. I have no problem with you being around. You have as much right as I do to be here." she replied. She was surprised that Aster was even speaking to her. It was a terrible thing to judge from appearances, but he did look like the kind of person to just grunt and ignore her. Aislin was generally surprised he didn't do just that. "Well, good luck with whatever you're doing. Hopefully you can withstand my presence while you're still in the city." When she said that, Aislin thought about what they might consider each other. She figured he thought of her as the nuisance everyone knew and to her, he was the suspicious guy up to no good.
+ Soul Perception - allows to perceive souls + Maka Chop - An ability inherited from Maka. It's Aislin's substitute for pepper spray. + Anti-Demon Wavelength -acts as a barrier against insanity and darkness +Grigori Soul - allows the ability to fly +Weapon Gene - Can create blades from any part of her body + Soul Menace - Can resonate soul wavelength into an opponent's body by delivering a direct physical blow + Healing Hands - Can fully heal minor wounds (cuts, gashes, scrapes) and semi-heal mortal wounds
Spreader of Malice
Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 1:10 pm
►▸ ▹ Who are you? ❝Random passersby❞ ►▸ ▹ What is this place? ❝Death City Park. ❞
Near watched as Yami walked away, leaving just as quickly as she had come. He wondered what sort of business she was speaking of. He pushed the thought aside as soon as she was out of sight. It wasn't any of his concern."Goodbye, Yami,"he said, feeling a tinge of longing deep in his gut. He would have enjoyed talking to her some more. She was the first person he had spoken to outside of the doctor at the hospital.
Near left the spot he was standing in and traversed the park for a while, eventually settling down on a bench at the opposite end of the park. He sat for a while, enjoying the birds and the sunshine. Quiet as a rock. His crimson eyes gave away little, conveying only an image of tranquility. Near was calm. He had no worries. There was no stress weighing him down, no negativity clawing at his mind. No foreseeable disasters that he could be dragged into. He had no deadlines to be met, and the only goal that he wanted to reach was at least finding one person he could call a friend. An ally at the very least.
His soul, although unaffected by the effects, was slowly filling with madness. The dark wavelength was growing rapidly, trying it's hardest to reestablish its dominance over Near's soul. It was failing. If anyone could see what was happening, they would see a medium sized dark mass hovering within Near's soul. It bubbled and shifted around, trying it's hardest to expand more. But every time it grew, it's rival released a pulse of wavelength that bombarded the madness and caused it to shrink slightly. The mass was persistent, and within a few moments it tried to expand once again.
Unaware of the disagreement the two wavelengths were having within him, Near stood and headed towards the exit. He planned to find another place to occupy for the time being. Maybe he would return to the park tomorrow to revisit nature and it's beauty.
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