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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 9:00 pm
Oh, no hood attatched. It looked suspiciously similar to the famous "Lunar Cloak" people were going crazy over, one month last year. It was basically a large piece of cloth with a clasp. The point was that he didn't want to deal with sand everywhere. If he was a hat type, he'd be wearing one. But...
"Who are you?"
The question may have seemed an odd one considering their special relationship. Lazenca's visage spoke of little recognition. He furrowed brows and his lips moved, all indications of thought.
"Insane...?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 9:05 pm
The slightest of twitches. The hint of good mood Unsane had gained upon finding Lazenca was flickering wildly, a minute moment away from being devoured by the wind of 'I'm gonna blow s**t up if this day gets worse'.
But Unsane was a really nice guy.
"Unsane, thanks. What do you mean, who are you? Spent too much time in the sun or something?"
If Laz was joking, it wasn't funny. If Laz wasn't joking ... it still wasn't funny.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 9:09 pm
"Unsane..."
Lazenca shook his head slowly. Oh yeah, salt and pepper hair, because it's very important to note that his hair has black, blackblue, and white strands. It's the neutral mood. The eyes kept their same light color, and he was looking at Unsane, trying to remember. He remembered the face, kinda remembered the name. But why? Who was he?
"Something... like that. My head hurts." A slow blink. "I'm sorry, but... I don't remember..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 9:27 pm
The demon frowned now. His own situation seemed a bit less important now.
In case some of you had forgotten, Lazenca is the proud owner of around 3/4 of an Oblivion spell's power, given to him by Unsane there. Roughly, this gave Lazenca the spiritual and magical power of a small army, and the ability to tap into it under certain conditions.
For Unsane, who knew all of this stuff in detail, the knowledge that Lazenca probably didn't even know all that crap was in his head was nothing less than catastrophic. The demon had no clue what could happen if one didn't keep a conscious control of the spell. For all he knew, Lazenca could just blow up in a couple of second, and turning Strata to, well ... oblivion.
"Yeah, right, listen." The elemental grabbed Lazenca by the arm and tugged firmly, attempting to drag him further up north, away from the flood of people. "We need to have a serious talk. Like, now."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 9:39 pm
Lazenca never did have a full understanding of this Oblivion spell... but he always suspected that it was part of the reason he was so imbalanced. At least, he thought so when he could actually remember things like that. Lazenca had yet to do anything with ice much more than the cold aura he was projecting... a bit of an extroversion. Not much because of the winter season, but... it was still the desert.
At the grab, Lazenca blinked and actually allowed himself to be taken for about three steps until he yanked his arm back. A frown and furrowed brow was his initial response. He'd been acting much on instinct with people... some he knew to avoid, some he trusted himself with. The unconcious mind led him through. Something was telling him that Unsane wasn't dangerous, but there was something about getting dragged by the guy...
"...What about?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 7:40 am
The demon could taste the cluelessness, emanating from Lazenca, a sickeningly sweet emotion that grabbed at your throat, like a dozen marshmallows drowned in honey, caramel and maple syrup. Sometimes, he hated being from the Underworld.
"About what I entrusted you with, and the fact that you can't be trusted with it anymore."
Unsane could probably only blame himself, but the demon rarely cared with things as trivial as feeling bad for what he did to others. He had somewhat more or less sneaked the Oblivion spell into Lazenca, using means he only dreamed would work in theory, then left the wolf man with but a ghost of an idea about what he had just gained. Thinking back on this, Unsane couldn't help but smirk. God, he was an a**.
"So I have to make sure you're not a danger. If you are, I'll also have to take it back. Either way, I need to punch you in the face a few times, and I don't want to do it here."
He could also take the opportunity to borrow Lazenca's wallet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 11:32 am
It was that spell that had Lazenca so screwed now. The cold breath of a leigon remained in his mindscape, and he was still surrounded by the broken mirrors and chains. Lazenca was simply overpowered right now... the amount of power he could wield had exceeded the threshold and the effects were piling up on him, slowly making him more and more of a wreck, as if Alpha Shift needed any help doing that. Memory loss was not a normal effect of Alpha Shift... that was being attributed to just not being spirtually and mentally balanced.
But it wasn't like either of them knew that, or Unsane cared.
"If you hit me... I'm going to eat you."
That response was certainly instinctual, as Lazenca has threatened every single person he knows or knew recently with getting eaten if he was crossed. Indeed, even Lazenca blinked twice at himself once the words were spoken. The moment didn't last outside of that second.
"What are you talking about? What did you... entrust to me?"
His mind... Unsane could be trusted about as far as he could be thrown. This is what his mind was telling him, this is what made him pull his right arm back. But why? What was the nature of the relationship between himself and the one with swirling blue eyes?
...Huh. Those eyes were kind of cool, and made Lazenca lean in to stare a bit at them even as his hair started to lose the whitening.
Oh yeah, he doesn't carry a wallet nowadays.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 1:55 pm
Piercing yellow eyes watched from the bow of the ship as it approached Strata. She didn’t intend to come back so soon, but there was something here she needed to do. She sensed it at the stadium. Something unnatural was happening in the desert.
Her mind wondered as she recalled the uneasy feeling... Quote: ....But, just as she found the straw, her head spun around. It was there. There was a feeling of uneasiness. She couldnt help but search around the stands for something.
What am I looking for? Something doesn't feel the same. Did she not notice anything? This is what Kaym thought. Her body felt anxious, and her mind was vigilant.... For reasons she did not know, she was attracted to forsaken wastelands. Arid red sands seemed more welcoming then an urban city. Perhaps she inherited the feeling from Sam’s subconscious; she never did find out where he was from anyhow.
Her palms held firm as the ship jolted from the rough sea waves. Droplets of water splashed onto her hand and her black hair would be blown aside in the sea-rising wind.
She would wait.
As the ship approached its destined cove, it would stop and slumber there until it next voyage. As the crewman approached her left, she turned her head to face him.  “We’ve arrive ma’m.”
Kaym nodded her head and made one last look towards horizon. Her eyes and body followed a local seagull as it flew in from the open water. Her hand ran along side of ship’s wooden rail as she came to the ramp and just in front of her, the gull landed and squawked, as it chased off the other gulls away from its territory.
Her brow quirked up as she stepped off onto the deck,
Everything is at war, eh? She smiled as the thought arose.
Kaym’s white shoes would walk forth on the deck. She was still dressed as she was before. White vest and short tank, and the, ever so annoying long baggy white pants Nathanial had picked out for her.
Why did I wear this?
Then the realization came. She left Nathanial back at the stadium. She had hoped he wouldn’t get himself in trouble… but then again, he was a mischief making dragon at heart. She would wear those clothes, and try to enjoy it. ((gotta go.. *hurry hurry*-edited: added some more because it really needed it))
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 10:14 pm
"If you eat me, I'll just hit you harder, and from the inside."
Funny how Unsane could say that and sound so serious about it. As for the second question, the demon didn't answer. He hadn't told the whole thing while Lazenca was all himself, he sure won't tell any more while his head is full of clouds.
"Chances are, though," He just said, "That it's probably my fault if you're losing it, and I also happen to be the only sane guy under the sun who can do something about it. Following me would probably be the best thing to do."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 10:30 pm
"How convenient." Lazenca sniffed, then sighed.
"Lead the way."
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 3:30 am
"As always."
Jacket under an arm and hands in his pockets, Unsane headed to the north gate with a grin, planning out of the city.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 1:13 pm
Kaym’s white shoes stepped twice before stopping.
SHHHHOOUU…
Instinctively, she swung and fell counter-clockwise, shielding her face with her hand from the predicted object, evading the other.
Black strands fell to the ground as the other spike sliced through her hair, striking a wooden post directly behind her.
Kaym was propped on her heels; she only needed to raise her knees to be standing straight once again. Having a stern look on her face just made the situation more serious. She wasn’t going to mess around with her opponent, already knowing it was her gay stalker, Feih.
“You don’t want to mess with me anymore, Feih.” Kaym coldly spat at the short feminine looking man, only six feet away.
“Where have ya’ been? We’ve been waiting for you, sweet-cheeks.” He licked his lips and continued, “We saw your mess.”
Kaym aggressively narrowed her yellow eyes.
“… …”
“You really ripped him up.”
“What do you care?”
The un-natural purple haired man shrugged. “I don’t. I didn’t like him.” As he spoke, he started pacing right, Kaym followed, but left, making sure he was always in front of her. “I was just commending you… his sentence paused, letting himself breathe, then started back where he left off, “...he was a bad man. Very greedy…” He watched Kaym’s eyes search him, and the area directly behind him.
“If you’re looking for Caster, he’ll be back soon. I promise.”
And with that, the battle began
(theres More,… just need to get going, I will hopefully be on a little later)
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 5:49 pm
It was snowing over Strata.
Not just a spit, mind you. The streets were covered in white. Snow to the knees over the whole city, coming from the gigantic cloud over north. The adults were locked up inside praying, the children were outside making snowmen for the first time in their life.
A man made his way through this snow, carrying what looked like a werewolf twice his size. Lazenca was passed out, Unsane looked like a zombie. The remains of his shirt were drenched in blood from his right arm that looked like it was falling apart.
The demon found a place that allowed them to rest for free, with how horrible they looked and with the shitty weather. Although he was hungry enough to eat a cow whole, Unsane went to bed without dinner, and passed out too.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 5:35 pm
The yellow eyed warrior didn’t know how she had managed to get where she was.
Her surrounding area imitated that of a graveyard. Desolate, not carrying any life.
Were they in a barrier?
The standing buildings were tall and hovered over the avenue; deep shadows fell over the sidewalks and the two visitors to its cement. The only sun that caressed the alley was directly behind Kaym. Its warm rays struck her back, making her yellow eyes appear to be glowing. But, of course, that was nonsense, right?
Her shadow screened Feih's body. He was directly in front of her, and that made her nervous.
Without moving, her eyes scrolled over the dark background behind him.
They were in a barrier, there was no mistaken that. Her uneasy feeling grew more intense when she became aware of that. She would not be able to detect Caster if he were to appear even Feih's energy would be cut in half, making it harder to point him out.
This was one of Feih's talents. Cast his opponent in a magic field, dulling their senses.
All of them.
Even her sight, if not for the sun, that would have been demoted as well. The only thing that was remotely beneficial was the fact that this Barrier locked out humans. Their being would pass by without realizing the heartfelt situation. Those who possess magic will enter; and when and if they did, it would be as she pictured it now. Desolate, cold and unfriendly.
She figured its range reached its limit somewhere. She would have to find that, and quickly. For the longer you’re in the contained area, the more you lose your clear mind.
Her curse kill was similar, but that took a different look.
She wouldn’t waste time. Stop wasting time! Just get this finished as fast as possible.
Kaym, always being the headstrong one; hastily jumped off her feet into a full dash. She covered the ground between them in seconds.
Less then a foot.
Great.
Then, without pausing, her left foot skid forward, no dust lifted due to the field; she then proceeded to un-tucked her forearm from her chest and slashed it forward and leftward, the swing would hopefully catch him off guard and her closed first and arm would strike his face.
It failed.
Feih's Ninja like speed overcame Kaym's quick attack. Her arm swung forward, he was not there. He shifted his body so quick; he had already been behind her in mid-swing. She would compensate. She would NOT miss this opportunity. - As her left arm traveled through the air, her left leg would also move, bent at the knee it would come about to clip Feih's shins. Success!
Her leg would wrap itself around his, taking him off his feet.
Without him realizing it, his shoulder smashed into the ground, and Kaym’s elbow and body followed. With her leg around his knees, she at least had the upper hand for a short time. Her elbow was cut into his upper arm muscle and her other hand was holding his own knife to his throat.
As she was about to act, her body was met with a cold burn. Her back arched as she let out a loud wail. Feih immediately scrambled away and Kaym’s hands were found apart again. One elbow was on the ground and the other grasped a large blade which was sticking from her rib cage. The blade was so long it extended from the lower rib, and deep into her lower side, just above her abdomen.
When did he?
Being the twin to the one she already held, her grip tightened. It was too deep and jagged. She could NOT pull it out. If she attempted, it would do more damage. Not only the bleeding but part of the blade was like a hook, it would rip her two lower ribs from her body if she attempted to pull it out herself.
“You’re slow, Kaym.”
“Go to Hell!” Kaym spat as she grasped for air. Was it in her lung as well?
“Ho… what’s wrong, Kaym? Where’s that calm, slick composure?”
Where was it? She was not acting like herself at all. Was she ill?
What’s wrong with me? Her mind screamed. Am I that slow?
Then she saw it. A cold flake of snow fell on her nose.
Snow? But, how did it get in here? Wait. Why was it snowing in Strata in General? It was a desert city. Was this the reason for her clumsiness? And also, why is it in the barrier?
“Ho, wondering why it is in here? I let it in here. Just so I can see you squirm.” He smiled. His smile held bitterness. Why was he angry? How did he know it was going to snow? Maybe bazaar news broadcast? Did he even watch the news?
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 1:14 pm
That isn't a very polite way to talk to a woman!
The words seemed to echo across the battlefield as a shadow passed overhead, and then with a thunderous crash, a massive golden beast would slam into the ground behind the two fighting people. It stood nearly thirty feet tall, its wings were nearly twice that, and then some, in wingspan, and its thick tail, torso, feet, and claws were amazingly powerful. As it landed, it let out a terrifying roar as it fixed its blue-eyed gaze on the attacking man and a glow began to form in its mouth... Backing off...might be a good idea...
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