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"I didn't ask for this power..."
..I don't want to be a hero..."

Yang Kaido

The sound of the dry deserted ground crunched underneath the black boots of the man. Slightly baggy black pants led to the askew black belt that he wore, less a fashion statement, more his lazy way of dressing himself before he ventured from his previous city. His left hand's thumb was tucked into his pants pocket the rest of his hand falling just above the chain running along his pants. His white T-shirt fell just under the belt but was holding up just slightly. His leather jacket gave a slight squeak sound as he moved. The noise itself gave him solace in his lonesome journey. His right arm was at his shoulder grasped around a string wrapped around his fist, leading back to a tied duffle back holding everything he owned in this world.

His steps came to a sudden halt as he believed he heard something, no...he was sure of it. Carefully he swung the bag around off his shoulder to the front and set it on the ground. A wind came through the open blowing his hair askew and dust along the ground. Yang's fox like eyes focused in on the area.

"Found you..."

Yang opened his right hand, the string falling to the ground alongside the bag and raised an empty hand to what seemed like a pile of junk and to his hand a blue flame came to life. Yang reared back as if holding a spear and in his hand the hilt of a sword appeared such as that of a knight would use. The blade appeared in the form of this flame and solidified. Yang casually threw the blade as if a game of catch. The blade launched quickly and precisely to the pile of junk, where it landed a shadow jumped quickly and landed scurrying sideways to get a better angle on Yang meanwhile the blade disappeared in a wisp of blue flame.

Yang was faced with a Savage, mindless and vicious. He was one that had fallen from sanity, nothing could be done for it.

"Poor soul...I shall purify you"

said Yang bringing his open palm to his face and balling it into a fist. He brought it down to his abdomen level forcefully, as if playing rock in a child's game. As the fist reached its stopping point three swords appeared behind Yang summoned to life. Landing in the ground still a slight bit of the blue flames still surrounding them. Yang reached back as blue flames enveloped his boots and grasped the hilt of one particular blade. Without hesitation he seemed to disappear from sight only a blue trail of flames remaining, he appeared before the Savage plunging a blade deep into its arm pinning it to the ground, then again was gone. Appearing once more at the blades grasping the second then back to the savage he kicked it upwards grasping the initial blade and taking it from his hand. This allowed the now screaming savage to fall on its back, Yang stepped on the bleeding hand and plunged the second blade into the opposite the screams of the savage falling on deaf ear. Stepping back he reentered the first blade into the original arm.

The flames faded from Yang's boots as he turned to grasp the last blade and drew it from the ground, he held it by his side and walked slowly to the creature and held the blade over his head pointing the blade down and grasping the handle with both hands.

"May the flames of Azure purify your wretched soul!"

He drove the blade through the center of the figure and as the blade pierced the back and drove into the ground the being ignited with blue flames. Yang placed his hands together and closed his eyes praying over the being.

He turned around and grasped the string of the bag once more wrapping it around his fist and slinging it over his shoulder, while simultaneously replacing his thumb within the pocket from whence it originally came and continued his walk, he had not a destination. Only and idea, and thanks to this world, the power to make it come true.

"...I just want to end this ridiculous world..."

Sky looked down at the ground. Feathers, again. "Seriously?" She muttered under her breath. About twice a year her wings would shed like this, causing a great amount of danger in the wastelands. She flew up higher into the sky, about 100 feet more. This was low enough for Theo to see her, but also high enough that nothing could reach her. "Theo, hurry up. Im going to fly high, it appears to be 'molting' time or whatever for me again. Just warning you that if you see a feather, try and mess up the path. We are probably going to be followed. Over.She said loud ish into the mic. She then began to glide in circles, letting the wind carry her to try and reduce the noise."Actually, Im going to head out and do some scouting to see if anything is around. I'll keep my feed live. Over." She spoke into the mic before flying off, farther into the wastelands. She made sure to stay up just under the clouds, praying they would give her a form of cover. There is bound to be some of them close... Hope I find them. I could lure them out for a bit and get them lost. She thought to herself, eyes scanning the dunes. Thats when her eyes caught hold of a shiny object. She lowered herself down so she could make it out. It was a tea kettle, and a nice one at that. She couldn't help herself. She glided down and grabbed it, resting on the ground for a bit as she hooked it onto her back, under a piece of cloth. Sky could now feel how tired her wings were, not very, but still quite a bit. She began to walk forward, wings folded back into their normal position. She prayed she was no where near the beasts. She wasn't used to the sand in her face. Sky held her arm up over her eyes to shield them. It was strange to walk, to be honest. Very unnatural. She was used to flying above the clouds, her legs just hung there.


(Sorry its short, writer's block :I )

Sky heard a voice and smiled. "Oh, Im sorry!"She called with a friendly wave before she clumsily ran up to the figure. She unhooked the kettle and passed it to him with a smile. "Im Sky, I am out scouting from a city near here. Guess I saw a new kettle and got exited!" She said with a laugh. She extended her hand to shake his, hoping he would accept the offer. After all, it wasn't every day you see a new person, well, not anymore at least. This man looked nice, well, civil at least. Good change to not need to worry about seeing people in the wastelands. The wind continued to blow in her face, forcing her to take both hands and sheild her eyes. "Sorry, I'm not used to the sand. Either I'm in the city or in the clouds!" She laughed. Her eyes then began to "scan him" you could say, checking for any obvious injuries she could heal. From what she could tell, he was clean. She smiled at him, eyes squinted as the dust came blowing at them. "Oh! Before I forget, have you seen any signs of savages anywhere? I think there are some near by. My partner Theo and I are just out searching for them." She couldn't help but scan the man again, this time searching for anything off. He seemed fine, just a bit of a drifter is all she noticed really.



((God please end this damned writers block D: ))

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A single, lonesome figure walked across the barren, rocky land that soon begin to transition to a type of desert. Sasha had been walking for quite some time but he had no idea how much time had passed. Sasha looked up at the grey sky but was unable to tell how much time had passed with the sun's positioning. He sighed and continued on, kicking the occassional rock out of his way. It seemed that there were no signs of life anywhere, not in this desert at least; even the Savages wouldn't venture too far out here. Not unless they knew there was food or water close by.
"God it's hot," Sasha grumbled as he stopped and crouched down.
The umbrella was shaded him, but it was still pretty hot even with the shade. Sasha set his gun and bag on the ground then searched in his bag for a little bit. He smiled when he found what he was looking for, a banged up metallic water bottle. Sasha unscrewed the lid and took a drink of water before putting it away. The bottle was less than half way filled and would probably only last him another day or so, meaning he needed to find some sort of settlement. Where there was a settlement, there were people, and where there were people, there was water most of the time. People. How long had he actually seen a "normal" human being? Sasha thought about this little longer before picking up his bag and gun then getting up. Sasha continued to venture further into the desert, hoping to find something once he crossed it.

"I didn't ask for this power..."
..I don't want to be a hero..."

Yang Kaido

Yang looked to her as she gave an odd reaction. She was actually amazed by his power instead of afraid...then again she did have wings. It mattered not. The next thing he heard was her question then immediate dismissal of the idea.

"Actually"

He said reaching down absentminded to the fact of the actual action and placing his hand under hers bringing it up to where he previously held the flame. It wouldn't burn at all. A benefit to his ability, it only burned what he deemed an enemy. To this woman it would only feel warm, as if a gentle embrace or a hug was being sent throughout her body.

Yang heard the small squeal and withdrew the flamed hand it was a savage. Unfortunately it had stumbled upon him, for Yang had no mercy against Savages, be it child adult, or that freakishly evolved speaking sort. He let his flamed hand fall to his side still enveloped in blue flames, he drew over the creature and held this hand outwards.

"One so young as you...I feel pity...O' Poor creature of this wretched world...I purify thee."

Yang's flame shot from his hand downwards piercing the being as if a blade it was the first stages of Yang's ability, however he chose not to allow a blade to materialize in front of this person. As the flamed spear pierced the skin of the being Yang's eyes tightened and the flames spread burning the being into dust. Yang showed no signs of mercy. Only closed his eyes and rose his free hand to his face holding it as if a prayer, allowing the flames to fade Yang said a quick prayer, he wasn't one that was very religious, however when taking a life he liked to still think of it with some value. It was how he justified separating himself from these beast.

He turned back to the winged woman, she would probably think ill of his rushed reaction but Yang had yet to encounter a pleasant savage in any shape, form or age.

"...I just want to end this ridiculous world..."