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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 6:30 am
Krona's eyes widened upon hearing his clever response, and on its own a chuckled escaped her.
"I imagine Rykros would be on the bitter side, considering all the tension and bitter feelings towards other nations I have observed so far...and very metallic; The Citadel here, nearly blinds me with all it's shining steel." a chuckle escaped her again. She was feeling an ease she had not felt in a long time...and upon reflection, she decided that this was not a good thing.
Quickly she bit a her lip, an turned her expression into a scowl - she could NOT have him thinking she was warming up to him, even though was. A fact that was unacceptable. The man was source of information and training: nothing else. Not a friend, not a ally; nothing else. She was at the Citadel to take cre of business; not make friends. Friends made one vunerable, and weak. And people could not be trusted. To her expereince, everyone eventually betrayed you.
Still, as she turned away, a checked smile turned up the corners of her mouth, and the short noise of a restrained chuckle escaped from between the lips, bitten between her teeth. She waited until the laughter bubbling in her throat settled before she turned back with her expression deceptively serious, but her flushed face, soiled her stoic ruse.
His answer to her Krayth question did genuinely annoy her; he still wasn't telling her anything she did not already know. She had mentioned the similarities between himself and the mysterious Krayth before. But when she opened her mouth to say so, his next question silenced the words on her lips.
His mention of the fact that she was not from the Citadel, made her think of the home she had lost...or rather, the illusion of home she had lost. That Place was never her home; she had only been deceived into thinking so. It still hurt thinking that the whole time, she had thought she had a home she hadn't. That the place she thought she could trust, betrayed her. That in reality, she didn't have a home, and likely, would never have a home.
Again she reached up and pulled the cowl of her hood over her face, hiding her face in the darkness formed by the hood. Again things she had surpressed were bubbling up within her.
Talking to this man is becoming a danger to my secrecy..
"No. I am not from the Citadel." She muttered, "I'm not from anywhere really, I dont have a home...like I said, I have given up on finding one." She could hear the tears in her own voice, and she hated it. Crying was the most disgusting thing a person could do. It was weak, and useless, it solved nothing. It was pathetic, and it soiled her image. She hated doing it, even the solitude of her own home. And the fact that she felt like doing so, was a sign that it was time for conversation to end, before she did the very thing she hated.
She swallowed her tears, biting her tongue, reminding herself of why he had prohibted herself from shedding any tears. Of course, there was her personal convictions, two, she was standing in front of another dark avenger, who would certainly think her weak if she did so, and who was likely no keen on dealing with a blubbering female.
And it was weak; solved nothing.
"I think it's time we left; I'm sure you need to get back to the Devil's Eye and Krayth" she said quickly, coating her voice in ice, opening the door, and stepping out into the hallway of the Citadel, not allowing Kinetav the chance to respond or protest. Without looking back, she remarked, "Thank you for the training. I hope we meet again, and I wish you luck wherever you purpose leads you."
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:55 am
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav chuckled along with Krona, looking around and nodding at all of the technology and steel around him as most certainly this place would taste horrible if he could eat planets; he mentally sighed as the Black Blood's face returned back to her usual scowl, a clear look of displeasure would've been apparent had it not been for his vizor.
She turned away from him and started chuckling again, however stifled as she was trying to hold in the laughter for some unknown reason; if it hadn't been for the laughter he enjoyed from Edge and Eraysia, he wouldn't have been able to weather the storms he had faced in his lifetime. As Krona turned back around...she appeared...flustered? Intrigued? What exactly did that blush mean?
Even as she pulled her cowl around her face, the Anima's mind kept imagining just what she might want from him with these questions; he couldn't look her in the eyes as she responded, upset with himself for having sparked such emotions in her that he would hate having in him as well.
Knowing that he was faster than her, he ran on up and easily closed the distance between them, protesting:*
"Hey, now hold up for a damn minute. You're talking to a person who was exiled from his own planet, and whose home was whatever building he could hack into that night... and not even I have given up on finding a home. You make it sound useless, fruitless, a search with no light at the end of the tunnel or an effort in which you will die trying. You're dead wrong, Krona, and I think that even if you deny wanting a home on the surface that you're dying for one deep down. And if this place doesn't accept you, you're more than welcome to go where you please as well, you know, and you're always welcome to training too."
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 2/7
Energy: 420 / 480
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:57 am
She began to walk a little faster, sensing Kinetav following. But the man was much faster then her, and despite her efforts, caught up to her in seconds. Her hidden face twisted in disdain. Could he not see that she wanted to be away from him? She continued to walk briskly but when he spoke, his words slowed her feet, then stopped them.
She laughed, a short humorless sound.
"You think I have not tried? I have. I have looked and I have found places...or rather, was deceived into thinking a place was home."
Fragments of memories began to surface in her mind, playing snippets and clips of her experiences.
"...I have met people who I thought could trust. I allowed myself to get close to those people, to form a connection with them, to care about them, because I thought they were doing the same for me. And with each person, I decided to call my place with them home. And every single one of them betrayed me. Every single one lied to me; they were working against me out of fear, or using me for their own gain. I was stupid; I let my personal emotions blind me to their true intentions. Intentions that, if I had looked with my mind, my logic, rather than my emotion. I would have uncovered." her voice grew quiet, "Something on must do...is learn from their mistakes.
Trusting those people was a mistake. Calling a place home was a mistake. I'm sure you've heard the saying, "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, sham eon you, fool me three times, shame on both of us. I have allowed myself to be fooled more than three times, because each time, I hoped I was wrong...and I never was."
She shook her head, icy grew over the hurt in her voice, turning it cold, anger sharpened it, giving it the edge of hate, and determination, "Not anymore. I am not going to allow myself to foolishly make the mistake of trusting another person, or another place. You are right. I crave a place to call home. I want to have someone I can trust...but it's just fact, that we can't have what we want. We must live with what we have. And that is what I'm doing."
She was silent for a long moment. After a moment she realized her cheeks were wet, and to her utter horror anger, that she had begun shedding tears. She made no noise, just quiet drops streaking down her face. Quickly she rubbed them away, before Kinetav could see them.
"Now say whatever you have a say, so I can leave. I have things to do."
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 6:15 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav's eyes glared underneath his vizor as he listened to Krona's response, a little sickened by her inability to get over her past; he could understand the helpless feeling when one didn't have a home, or the coldness of her voice as she had trusted person after person....but to simply give up meant death itself.
When he thought about it, Krona really hadn't given up at all...who was that girl who was traveling with her? Why had she trusted him to train her? He could've easily killed her, or perhaps she had just trusted the unspoken bond/covenant between Voidsworn enough to have some basic trust in him like he had with the others.
There were times for casual and careful conversations, and then there were times for blunt ones. Holding back nothing, and risking hatred of the Black Blood which was not uncommon to him, he made more of a statement than a question:*
"Krona, I was, and to an extent am, just like you. Too trusting, too friendly, too... optimistic in the views of the world when it comes to eventually being accepted. It is our biggest drive and biggest flaw if you ask me. But the difference is that I no longer hide it under cold folds and frosty countenances which honestly aren't going to change a thing. The emotions and desires are still going to be there no matter how deep you bury them, and whether you believe it or not, you have a say in where you make your home. My drive to start afresh and see if I cannot find a decent living in this new world of mine along with the fact that the portal led me close to the Citadel in the first place is what set my events in motion and gave me a purpose or drive...call it fate or whatever you will, but I hadn't much of a say in it as they just kind of happened...so tell me, what's your drive? If you had truly given up on being accepted and had no drive at all, I don't think we'd be talking right now, would we? Why did you come here to the Citadel, or did fate toss you here as well?"
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 2/7
Energy: 420 / 480
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:19 pm
As Kinetav spoke, Krona's body transformed with each word. First a tensing, then a clenching, next a trembling, followed by a quivering. His words flew true, and struck true in the center, but Krona did not want to acknowledge the truth of his words. She convinced herself; Her convictions were correct. She had given up. She did not care if she was accepted not at all. She did not long so seek what Kinetav sought, to see if she too could find a home, and someone she could truly trust. There was no one she trusted. No one at all. Not Kinetav, not Laerian. Everyone was a tool, and she felt nothing towards them...even when her own emotions stubbornly tried.
Her face flushed, with both embarrassment and anger. Rational thought left and she turned upon him with fire violet-fire blazing in her greens eyes, and words leaving her lips in loud, heated hiss, " I did not talk to you seeking to be accepted, I spoke with you only because I was seeking information! You and anyone else, are nothing but that; tools, and sources of information. Nothing more! I can't allow you to be anything more. I have learned my lesson. I have learned from my mistakes. No matter how trusting a person seems, eventually they will betray you. Betrayal is the reason I'm a Dark Avenger in the first place! Perhaps you are willing to trust others, because you do not know. You cannot understand. From the very beginning, I allowed my emotions to dictate my actions, and where as it lead me? My joke of a homeland is completely obliterated, rejected in every place...When you think with your head, and do not allow your emotions to dictate your actions, you make rational practical decisions. The further are buried the better; I would be foolish to do the same thing, that landed me where I am,"
Her voice quieted, "I know they are there. That's a fact I cannot control. But I can control how much they affect me, and that, is just enough to get what needs to be done, done. That, is part of my own drive. As I told you I do not seek to be accepted; I am here for one reason: I only seek to deliver the justice I failed at bringing before, and that takes rationality. Already I have failed at that task here; Laerian is proof of that. I cannot afford to continue slipping as I have been with Laerian and you."
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:45 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav's eyes darted from Krona at her scalding words, a little upset that such venom was flying at him while pleased that he had apparently hit home; she indeed wanted to be accepted but couldn't admit it, nor could she lie in her flushed face or expression. Betrayal...that was something he could empathize with as his entire home city had turned on him save for Eraysia and the friend who built him his armor and gauntlets.
He walked towards her and chuckled a little as he spoke in a somber tone:*
"I do understand, Krona. My entire home city betrayed me because of my bloodline and they feared what they didn't understand. Perhaps one day you will do the same when you see more of me. Also....you're a horrible liar, just like me."
*The Anima's hands went to his vizor, and the scraping of metal against metal was heard as his fingers quickly undid the straps keeping the vizor in place; with a sigh of relief, Kinetav pulled the vizor off and let it fall down in his right hand's grasp while the left gauntlet rubbed his handsome face and settled his white hair. He looked down at the vizor and chuckled before looking Krona in the eyes with his steel-grey eyes and midnight skin as all of his emotions and expressions were exposing, an inquisitive tone coming into his voice:*
"You know, I secretly hate wearing this vizor. It's a symbol of all the hidden aspects of my life. It's as hard as the written law, and as cold as the rationality of justice. My sense of justice was left behind in my old homeworld, as I saw things from other peoples' perspectives as well as my own and knew that they believed their sense of justice was right with all of their soul. So tell me... is your sense of justice right, or theirs? What else can dictate these sentiments...but your emotions? And I'm just as guilty, doing what I want to do based on what I've seen and what I feel as well."
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 2/7
Energy: 420 / 480
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 6:04 am
  
Krona Jones
Self-Proclaimed Hammer of Justice
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"Is that not Just?"
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☼☻↓∞†
Still seething, panting with the force of her pained anger, Krona listen to Kinetav response. They similar to her own light the understanding behind them, calmed her excited nerves, softened her hard expression.
"Perhaps you do....just perhaps. I wasn't even shunned for what I was, originally; that came later...I was shunned for other reasons. For trying..." She voice trailed off, and she skipped over the subject. Things were surfacing that she didn't want to think of, "That aside...I am not going to lie and say I will never betray you. I hold loyalties to no one and whether or not I betray you depends on your actions. So far, you havent pushed me to betrayal, but you certainly are being incredibly annoying...and I'll have you know that I am an excellent lair."
With a huff, she look away and crossed her arms over a chest, muttering, "Not an effective lair...if that was the case I wouldn't even be alive."
Her eyes, wide, watched as his nimble fingers removed the vizor, and a revealed the face behind. His skin was black. It was the first thing she noticed. She had never seen a person with such skin; it did not revolt her, it simply made her curious. Looking very much like a quizzical child, she tilted her to side, and of its own accord her hand reached out and poked his cheek, and then inspected her fingertip as thought she had expected the black to come off on her finger.
Did all anima have black skin? She wondered, poking his cheek again.
And white hair? Her thoughts, with her conscious controlled her fingers and She reached up and felt a few strands of hair; they were soft and smooth beneath her fingers. It was only the elderly she had seen with such white hair; and his hair did not age him. He was rather handsome she absently noted.
It took a moment for her conscious to kick in,; when it did, she quickly pulled her hands away, realizing she was poking and prodding at him.
She jumped back, pulling her arms under her cloak, and concentrated on his words. They, as the pattern seemed to be, irked her.
"Their sense of justice," she let out a huff, "What sense of justice. Their "Justice" - calling it that is a shame upon the word - is horribly flawed, determined by whomever can gain favor through money, or power, or favors. Or determined by what people fear, or don't understand. I can't even say right or wrong, because it isn't justice at all. Mine...I know that my emotion plays a part." She sighed, "It is the reason I gave myself this purpose...but it is not what I use to judge justice. Perhaps I have been influenced by emotion; that fact that Laerian is still alive is proof of that."
She was silent, or seemingly so, under her breathe she muttered, "Both you and Laerian, dangers to logic."
As she waited for an answer, Her thoughts began to whirl. Should she remove her own mask, she wondered. Vary rarely did she take it off; only when necessary, and when alone, or disguised. He had trusted her enough to remove his...could she trust him. She shuddered at the thought of trusting anyone, but she knew Kinetav's words were true...and already she had spilled more about herself to him, that she even allowed herself to think about...and....she wanted to. It shocked her a bit, but she wanted to show him. Wanted to remove it. It wasn't exactly easy to breathe through the heavy cloth, and oftentimes, she hated how her mask drew so much attention. It reminded her of why she was wearing the mask in the first place.
Her fingers moved to remove it, her mind screamed for her to stop. What was she doing revealing her identity to him? What if he used it against her?
With breath deep breath, not allowing herself to think any further and deft fingers, she removed the mask, that concealed the lower half of her face, and looked up at him.
A second later she clamped her hand over her face.
"Damn it!" She hissed, suddenly walking away and looking up at the walls and cielings.
"Better not be any nosy cameras or people watching."
After walking about for a few minutes, making sure it was only Kinetav's eyes around, she walked back to him, casually, as though nothing had happened, and dropped her hand again.
Her features, unlike the woman herself, were high, and delicate. Sharp clear, almond shaped green eyes, flecked with a bit of angry violet, and framed by long lashes. Full, pale pink lips. Skin, a soft tan from filtered light warming her skin, clear. A few strands of her hair, a shining, angry red, much like the woman herself, framed her pretty face.
Only one thing, flaw by opinion, stood out from her face: a smooth dark, mark, a strange interweaving circular symbol, whose light brown stood out from the paleness of her left cheek. It much resembled a tattoo, but upon closer inspection once would the skin was raised, indicating that it was not ink, but blade that had formed pretty, but somehow sinister mark.
Suspecting it would be the first thing he saw, she launched into an explanation. Her voice firm, but soft, laced with a mix of anger and pain,
"In my homeland, there is a story that says that children of the devil are born with a mark on their face...Since i gave myself up to the void, to the devil as they said, they thought I should receive the same mark. So they carved it into me." Her fingers brushed the smooth, raised skin of the scar, " I wear the mask to hide my identity from others yes but also because...." he voice grew quiet "I don't like looking at it. I hate it. If I could burn it off my face I would; I wouldn't feel it anyways. I once held a flame to my face to do it...but I could not bring myself to."
She was silent then; her hand remained on her face, covering the mark. Though there was no one around but Kinetav, she could not shake the feeling that it was being stared at.
"I'm not taking off my hood, so don't ask." she suddenly spoke up, tugging the cowl for emphasis, "But I wan...I-I mean just thought it would be fair to remove my mask..." She glared at him, "And let it be clear this is only time It will come off. I dont share your sentiment. I like wearing it."
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"Perfect things do not belong in an imperfect world."
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450 E
6 (+1, using weapon) St
7 Sp
Black Blood
Dark Avenger
Black Blood
Alligence to Self
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:07 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav's grin widened, the white teeth a clear contrast to his dark skin as the second he removed his vizor it was as if he was an alien to the Black Blood in front of him; he barely suppressed a chuckle as she walked up to him and poked his cheek and inspected it as if he wore paint to make him look this way. His eyebrow raised up, but the Anima didn't make a move and audibly laughed as he felt her fingers run through his hair before she jumped back at finally recognizing what she was doing. He tilted his head at her response, with a wide grin on his face as if he knew exactly where she was trying to go and was almost prodding at her on purpose:*
"So if emotions play a part in justice...what makes you certain that their sense of justice isn't just as backed up as yours? Both feel...both believe...so who is wrong? It's obvious when someone has gained favor through mere words and often when met with physical obstacles directly, they die on off easily. As for the sense of justice, it is merely up to----"
*His words were cut off and his eyes widened in shock as the Black Blood took a deep breath and removed her mask, when he had removed his vizor so as to prove that he was an awful liar himself when his emotions weren't hidden underneath it. He had to clamp a hand over his own mouth to stiffle a chuckle as Krona seemed just as shocked as he did as she looked around, supposedly for other people before she came back casually and showed her face once more. He got a good glimpse and took in the Black Blood's face for a few seconds before finally noticing the mark on her cheek. The Anima unclamped his hand and tilted his head back a little, a knowing, understanding, and approving glance spread across his face as he listened to Krona's words and knew that she feared being judged by him at the moment, no matter what she said:*
"I...I never asked for you to remove your mask in the first place much less your hood. Honestly, I removed my vizor to show you just how impossible it can be for me to lie without it as well as the fact that I'm plain sick of hiding myself. I'm glad you did though, because I never judge. I have no right to, and never will. All the actions I do are simply made on my emotions and sense of morals...to the best of my ability, and it will be wrong from time to time for sure. And if that small, darker spot on your face means that you have a mark of the devil and are the devil's child, then I must be the devil's damn twin or the devil himself. But I'm glad you like your mask though, I have to admit the fabric looks smooth and rather comfortable and I'm just *absolutely positive* that you love hiding your identity...don't you?"
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 2/7
Energy: 420 / 480
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 8:48 am
It felt almost as if the air were burning her face, as she waited for Kinetav to say something. His previous words on justice - words whose ? has sparked an irritation that stirred in her, adding to her discomfort and impatience - had cut off, which she took as a bad sigh. She waited for him to jump away from her with fear, or disgust. But instead he spoke, and his words sent her eyes wide, and set them upon him.
Concealed revulsion, tempered fear, those were reactions she was prepared for. But the simple understanding, apparently ? upon seeing the mark was not what she expected. The hand concealing the small scar dropped as she peered up at him, searching for any of the darker emotions she was accustomed to, hidden beneath the lighter. But she saw only sincerity. A sort of ? rose within her. The feeling was foreign, gave her a strange warmth that she disliked.
She began securing her mask over the forced scowl, an expression that soon transformed in a small smile, just before the black fabric of her mask once against smothered breath and smell. She looked up at him, her eyes a clearer green that before, not marred by violet, but still held a false hostility.
"I know the justice I bring is right. My justice does not bring me to kill innocent men for knowing too much or trying to uncover a nasty truth. My justice does not bring me to let guilty men free and innocent men persecuted, because the guilty man has more power and wealth. My justice does not lead me to kill others based on the simple fact that their ideas, their culture, their beliefs are different. It does not lead me to persecute things I fear. Do not try to tell me that theirs is also right, when I have watched those I care about die underneath their bullshit justice, for trying to do what was right....Apparently that makes us all the devil. If I am the devil's child for trying to bring justice, I would hate to see their son of god."
The anger blazing in her eye flared strong, then began to cool, fading till her eyes were once again neutral. It dawned upon her what she had just said in the heat of rage and she sighed, kneaded her forehead with her fingers with her forehead. Again, she had revealed things about herself, and looking back upon their conversation so far, had revealed far more than she ever planned to reveal to anyone.
Her eyebrow raised, " And the devil himself? So now we are related? ...doesn't seem write far-fetched; right now you are being as irritating as a father or a brother would be. "She crossed her arms and glared at him, "Either for your own amusement - its far more obvious when you try to hide your laughing behind your hand...and if you are the devil, I am quite disappointed."
"Following morals and emotions..." she nodded, it was partially the same as she did, the first at least. The latter, she kept out of judgments and action, "I hope that has worked well for you...I cant imagine that any decision made with something as unstable as emotion would turn out well."
It was her only word on the matter she moved on to answer his question, "And of course, I " Hate it... " enjoy wearing. Keeps away eyes and unneeded questions."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 12:06 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav's eyes didn't show any signs of fear or deceit as he stared back at Krona, nodding slightly in approval as she dropped the hand that had covered her mark.His left gauntlet stroked his chin in thought and amusement as Krona responded again, first physically by hiding herself and then verbally...
Is was obvious to the Anima what she truly wanted, and that she was truly warming up to him. She was just as scared as he was of judgement, save that he had way less to lose, being a stranger to everyone and no true connections in Rykros save for a day old trust in both Krayth and Liliana...and perhaps Krona now that he was beginning to warn up to her as well, and he could almost feel Edge's glare on him as the Exodus sighed mentally, warning against peeling back too many layers of Krona's shell before she snapped and how she would react once she knew about Edge.
Unknown to the Anima, tendrils of red began to creep into his right eye as he felt Edge's rage began to boil at the thought of how irrational Kinetav was being, hiding his race one second and just blatantly revealing it and more the next. Unable to place his hands on Edge's core directly in an attempt to soothe it, he placed his gauntlet to his forehead and visibly shook his head as if dizzy while mentally commanding the Exodus to be silent...but when he recovered and began to speak it was obvious that more than one person was talking in his more hollow voice with a chuckle at first, a little more ominous sounding than he hoped it would be:*
"I'm sorry that I disappoint you as a devil, Krona. I'd have to call it fate if we were related at all...as for your justice, I never said that theirs was right. I simply said that theirs has just as much backing as ours, usually. Emotions versus emotions, will versus will...these things have become so much easier to see since I've been in Rykros, even if for only a day as I no longer have to run as well and keep my mind on how to live peacefully. I cannot prove to you how I know about these truths of justice, and it's hard to show or tell you how I know either...but perhaps with time you will come to know how I am absolutely positive that these men had the best of intentions in their souls."
*After looking down at his vizor and letting out a hollow sigh, the Anima put back on his vizor, feeling the now cooled metal chilling his face and causing an unconscious shiver throughout his body. He sensed it unwise to prod Krona much further, and time was always in the back of his mind as he knew what fate had in store in the near future. It was time to go, but there was still Krona in front of him...perhaps....yes, it might just work. Underneath his vizor, his eyes still showed a playful and friendly tendency as he put forward Krona's options in a way that perhaps she would take more kindly to:*
"Well, here's the thing, Krona. I have to go back to the Devil's Eye Desert and see what's going on with Liliana and Krayth. So, I'm getting out of here...and therefore your informant is leaving. This means you have two options: you follow the informant for however long you wish, see what you can learn and perhaps how you can fit in...or you stay here with Laerian and the Citadel, and perhaps Fate would reunite us by some random circumstance. Your call."
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 2/7
Energy: 420 / 480
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 1:19 pm
Krona, whose eyes were set, hot, on Kinetav, suddenly blink. Her eyes narrowed at it, her gaze shifted to one side of Kinetav's face, to his eye, where she noticed red beginning to stain, the white and steel grey. She assumed it was the same as her; emotion altering her eyes, anger manifesting itself in his gaze. But she remembered that his aura was silver, not red.
...perhaps it's an anima trait.
She nodded to herself. It made sense...but what did it mean? She knew nothing about anima. Did it mean he was angry? Would he suddenly lash out at her?
The thought made her tense a bit, made her body unconsciously crouch, very slightly into a defensive position. But the man did not lash out, either physically or verbally, did not display any emotional aggression. In fact, for a moment, he seemed unwell; he put his hand to head, and seemed to wobble a bit...which was rather unusual, considering how deft the anima had proven himself to be. She wondered if he was alright.
Not that I care. She thought, peering up at him with her brows furrowed with a bit of concern.
She open her mouth to ask what he was doing, but his hand dropped, and suddenly, he seemed well again. When he spoke, it was back. The strange hollow, noise, the voice bodiless, soulless voices behind. The voice held a foreboding that sent shivers coursing through her skin. Any intentions she had of asking him if he was fine flew out the window, and the concern on her brow twisted into annoyance.
Krona rolled her eyes, "Doing whatever little trick gives you two voices is not going to make me think you anymore devlish" She remarked, "Perhaps you have seen justice with true intention here. Perhaps those you have seen were driven by pure emotion. But I know, I witnessed,...and I...sometimes participated enough, to know that these men were driven only by greed and power...but...maybe.....Just maybe...a little, tiny amount...you are right...a little. But I'm tired of talking about justice."
She crossed her arms, determined not to say anymore, or reveal anymore. Already, he knew far more than he should...than she admitted to herself. Relief filled her when her replaced his visor - she took it as a sign that he too was done talking - but instead of, walking away as she both hoped he would do, and disliked the thought of him doing, he asked a question that had her inspecting him to make sure he was serious.
HIs voice was playful and friendly...but suspicion still rose in Krona. The whole reason she had followed him in the first place, was to obtain ore information on the rumors of Dark Avengers in the devil's eye...a task she had failed at, instead revealing far too much to a man who she'd barely known for three hours,. It was an offer she would have pounced on before but not she hesitated...out of fear.
Being around Kinetav made her say and feel things she had suppressed, and he had the maddening quality of being right about everything, and reading her as though she were a book. Were she to travel with him...she feared he would take down all the walls she'd so carefully built around and within herself.
Not to mention, I have not finished all my tasks here...
But, she knew a chance to go to Devil's Eye, like this one, would not arise again.
She was sure Laerian could wait. Injustice would always be there. And she, could stay silent. It was simply a matter of keeping her emotions in check, her mouth shut, and her attentions away from Kinetav.'
"...I hope the informant, also new to this land, knows where he is going, because I will not be happy if I get lost while following him."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 1:43 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Krona's expression turned into annoyance, and she mentioned the fact that he had two voices. The Anima's hand clamped over his vizor where his mouth was and quickly removed it, looking down at his gauntlet where the core was...a good minute passed, Kinetav staring dumb-founded and stupidly just with a look of shock in his eyes...He felt normal, his voice felt normal, his perception was perfect, his motor skills were perfect as he wiggled his fingers around a little bit...what an idiot he must've looked like at the time...
Are...are you beginning to speak through me too? I knew that the souls might have an unknown effect, but that was your voice mingled with mine, wasn't it?
We're growing stronger, brother...both of us. I don't know what to tell you, but perhaps with time we can keep it from being so obvious now that physical senses are becoming apparent to me...first sight, and now minor voice through yours?
Perhaps someone can help us out...
Kinetav jolted back to reality, lowering his gauntlet back to his side as his mind continued to swirl....this was too close to his chest, too much for Krona to handle, he thought. He had to keep it a secret for now, yet maybe it couldn't be so easily removed from his voice and therefore easily hidden... his eyes slowly rose to Krona as he walked towards her, apologizing quickly while he now recognized Edge's presence in even his voice, the twin souls obviously having some effect on one another:*
"I'm afraid that it's not a trick, as much as I wish I could tell you it is. Thank you for pointing it out to us. Like I said, you will know soon enough. I'm not going to leave you in the dark about my nature if you plan on following long enough. I'm sure someone as protective as you understands the necessity here..."
*His hand reached out for Krona's shoulder, with the intent of shadow-stepping back to the Andalusian Tavern, the Sky Basin to meet with Liliana and maybe get ideas as to just what was happening with him and Edge:*
"Are you ready, Krona?"
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition:
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status:
Energy: ? / 480
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 3:03 pm
Thinking it to be some expression of embarrassment, Krona chuckled, unconsciously when Kinetic clamped his hand over his mouth and removed his visor. When she realized what she was doing, she abruptly fell silent, her face twisting into it's usually scowl.
Barely a minute and you've started again.
With a harsh reminder that she was not, to let her emotional guard down around him, she turned back and looked at the man. It was then she noticed there was something unusual about his expression. There was none of the hint of playfulness or embarrassment, she had expected; there was instead fear and shock, reflected in his eyes, the expression of person who had discovered himself doing something awful. The expression - which should not have been on his face, had the dual voices been a little joke or trick - made her wonder.
Why did he seem so horrified by the strange turn in the voice. If he wasn't a trick - she now suspected that it wasn't, that he wasn't even aware of when he did it - then what did? Was it a side effect of anger, or sadness or some other emotion? Was it the other, strange presence she had felt from him, manifesting himself? And if it was, just what was the strange presence?
The questions whirled in her mouth, twisting and tangling with other thoughts and making her head throb and her body spin. She was suddenly keenly aware of how hungry and tired she was; it had been a few days since she had properly slept, longer since she had tasted a meal.
Perhaps was tired and hungry as well? He certainly looked it. Again, he seemed unwell; he stood staring off into nothing. Frowning, she reached out to tap him, but before he finger could touch his black-clad shoulder he jolted back to reality, startling her.
"...you starting to behave very stran...." she began, her eyes narrowed on him.
His words cut her own short, and with them he confirmed her suspicion that the dual voice had not simply ben a rick. He was still speaking with it, though it was less prominent now.
His words also made her curiosity burn brighter. What was it that he could not tell her? She itched to ask him but refrained; she was sure, that he would tell her soon enough. The man was far less secretive that she was, and his tone had implied that he would tell her..just not then.
So she said nothing of it. She did jump, however, when Kinetav reached for her shoulder. She did not move away from him - she let the hand settle on her shoulder - but she did glance at the hand then at him. Ready? Was he asking her if she was ready to go, or ready to hear the reason for the strange double-nature of his voice.
"...ready for what? Ready to go? If so, yes, though you're going to have to lead the way, I'm not entirely sure how to get out of this place."
She assumed they would be journeying by foot. The thought of walking through desert did not appeal to her, but she knew some things were necessary.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 3:20 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus) Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….” "Oh, I know the best way..."*Kinetav grinned underneath his vizor as the shadows around them began to swirl underneath his feet and up his legs and armor; thoughts of the Sky Basin and one of its shadowy corners flooding his mind as he wanted a more subtle entrance this time, away from the sights of other people. The shadow, alive with Void energy flowing from the Anima, crawled from his armor onto his arm and then onto Krona as he gripped her shoulder tightly, marking her for the shadowstep as well as what appeared to be a square shadow formed underneath the both of them. His eyes studied her reaction playfully for any shocked looks on her face before they seemed to drop through the floor, and disappeared into the dark abyss of the Void on their way back to the Sky Basin. The shadow disappeared along with them, leaving no trace of the Voidsworn behind.* [Exit with Krona, whether she likes it or not razz ] ”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.” ║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Skills Used: Shadowstep, 20 Energy
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 3/7
Energy: 400 / 480
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:41 pm
She did not like the voice with which she uttered his words. Her eyes narrowed on him, and then, fell to his armor, drawn by the black flowing from it. She simply watched, confused as the shadow pouring from Kinetav wrapped around her, and stained the floor around them.
It took a moment before her mind registered what was happening, another before her body reacted to it. Both her hands flew to single hand on her shoulder, attempting to remove it from her body, but the grip was like a metal vice; it not budge by one milliliter beneath her pulling and tugging. Her eyes were wide with panic.
"Let go of..." she began to hiss, but the words were cut off into a yelp as she felt herself melting into shadow.
A curse tore from her lips, and she continued to struggle...till she realized what was happening.
They were shadow-stepping.
She felt her face burn. How had she not realized that; she had thought...well she didn't know exactly what she had though; she had simply been acting on impulse and instinct.
She was glad she was surrounded by shadow. Otherwise, Kinetav would see that, for a brief moment, she had a felt fear.
[exit Krona...against her will, and much to her disdain]
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