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"Explain that more in detail...when I get back." Oni said in a slightly concerned voice, pulling back the tails on his trench coat.
Clipped to his belt where two kusarigama, sickles and chains, with dark wood handles and jet black blades. Some would say the blades looked rusted, but it wasn't. It was a combination of forging techniques and the metals used.
Attached to the chain where two small disks, stuck to his belt. Inside was quite a length of chain, allowing the sickles to be tossed quite a ways.
Oni casually walked into the hole, dropping lightly to his feet...
Right between two golems.
" 'Scuse me." he said, as if they could hear him. "But you guys are about to kill a new friend of mine." he added, still with a casual air.
Then his eyes flashed, and he went into full demon mode. His trench coat, hair, and even skin seemed to disappear, fading into a black silhouette with no distinguishing features, bald, and with black bat wings. The only colour was the two glowing yellow eyes.
Quick as a flash, the two small golems next to Oni lost their heads, and he dashed forward toward where Rikku was on the ground.
Along the way, not caring where the blows landed, he cut through the golems, until he saw a figure running toward him. A human, by the looks of him.
"I got her, you look in less of a shape to fight these things!" he shouted in a grating voice his demon form had. He grabbed Viros by the collar and tossed him with quite a bit of strength toward the opening in the floor, hoping he would grab the ledge. It wasn't that high up, mind you, if he fell.
"My, my, you get unpredictable when you get angry." Oni said, strolling up to Rikku's prone form. "Common sense and experience state that when you jump into a pit with hundreds of golems or other enemies...things get a little hairy. You look like you need a hand." Oni added, tossing a sickle to the side. It impaled a golem's head, and he yanked the chain, pulling it toward him. He finished it off by holding his fist out, and the golem's head was pulled straight through it, taking it off completely.

As Viros approached the trio, he yelled to them but was thrown through the hole they had made in the cavern ceiling. Grabbing the edge of the gap as he flew past it. The yank that it gave his arm as he was suddenly stopped by his fingers managed to dislocate his arm so he landed heavily, the wind knocked out of him. Getting up and watchin the group make a tactical retreat, he stowed his knife and waited to introduce himself to them.

((Where are you guys somewhere? Its kind of unclear. First I assumed that you guys where in a city but now I¨m not that sure anymore)

When the song was over and his Ipod decided to play a cello suite from some weird guy named Bach.* Beethoven turned the thing out. Now he could hear the noises of the street. Metal scraping on other metal or stone, the wind making its spooky sound around the corners of the building, blowing in and through the broken windows. It took some time before he heart something more. Fighting.... was it that? The sounds came with the wind and where not loud enough to hear exactly what was going on. He dropped the pen case he had just found (the thing was broken, worthless) and walked to the broken windows.


((* Beethoven doesn't know where he is named after. I don¨t know when the apocalypse was but assume that he was born after it. ))

((Ok! Is there something els I might want to know about the story settings? I mean, its not like I read all of the 20 pages in the other RP. Ehm, do golloms make sound? Like screaming? ))

Beethoven looked out the window from the 15th floor of the office building he was in. Far to the east of his position a pile of smoke swirled up to the cloudless evening sky. That made him realize that he had only 1 hour left to get his a** out of the building. He didn't wanted to be outside when it was dark. Not that he hated dark areas but the rumors about strange creatures and demons in some buildings made him careful not to look up the fights by himself. He didn't want to run into a demon in the middle of night. He looked over his shoulder to the door. Just one floor more to explore, than he would go down and home. Or maybe he could hide in the building itself. That would also be a option. He looked one more time to the dark smoke rising to the sky.
Just one more floor.
And he walked to the elevator shaft (the elevator had bin destroyed and was lying dead in the cellar of the building.) The stairs had bin blocked on almost every floor, the 4 to 6th floor where the stairs completely removed. That was what had made the office so attractive for a person like Beethoven. It was not easy to get in or out and that mean that there was possible something to find, left over from the decades of plundering and burning after the apocalypse. He had already bin lucky several times. He had found ballpoints and strange enough, a laser pointer. He had never seen sutge a thing but he was sure the thing would be valuable to someone.
He began to climb the elevator shaft on the inside. Step by step up the ladder.
When he finally was to the next door he first had to force it open. That only took him 10 minutes. And the first thing he did was walk to the windows and looked outside. The smoke was still rising.

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As Viros watched in dispear as the group was approached by the Golems, he yanked his arm back into place and began throwing rocks, the largest he could find, at the flanks of the Golem waves. "Hurry! They'll over-whelm you!"

"Oh, ok" said Viros, as he watched the Daemon dismiss the last of the Golems surrounding him. "Im Viros by the way," he said to the rest of the group, "I have no idea what the hell I was being held down there for...."

Looking down at the woman sat next to him, Viros was shocked to see that she hadnt broken a sweat during all the fighting, she was barely even breathing hard.... "Yeah, Hi Rikku, Im Viros La'Hevrigg fully. I was a resistance fighter for the humans before i got captured here... What year is it?"

Beethoven was in a really good mood. All the things he found on the 16th floor of the building where valuable in one way or another. He found so much that he couldn't take everything with him and he was forced to hide all the other stuff he found between the ceiling plates and the old air conditioning pipes. It was a place where seldom someone expected to find something. When he was done it was already getting dark. He left the building through the same way he had come in, the elevator shaft. When finally back on the steads he took a deep breath. Even 20 years after the apocalypse the air in the city ereas reeked of oil and pollution. There where almost no humans left it the cities. All had fled to the woods and mounters. If he wanted to sell his just found good he had to hed there too. He began to walk east. The wind brought the smell of fire with it. The building that had just exploded (or burned or whatevered, it didn't matter to him.) was in the same direction.
He hoped he could find a good place to sleep before it was completely dark.
With his hands deep in his pockets he began to walk.