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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:20 pm
It was the night of the festival in Kiera's beloved little town, and there were flags strewn up from house to house and a bonfire was lit in the centre. The villagers however, were inside their houses keeping warm, as this was a cold night and the clouds overcast their little settlement like a sheet of black. The town itself was quite small and compacted, being as the gaps between houses were very small little alleyways that could barely fit an arm-span which made it easier for the villagers to hang up their flag. But this wasn't their national flag, oh no. This was something all the more special. For this innocent human village knew of Yokai. Not because of Kiera, but because of an ancient legend that kept an area of certainty within the town walls and even outside with the crops. A legend that was told to Kiera not too long ago. Which provided the design for the flags.
Kiera stood in front of the town hall in front of Short straw, wearing three-quarter length jeans and a airy top with goggles fastened on top of her head and oversized black boots. She looked like a little kid again, apart from her size. She adjusted her goggles before taking a glance round the village and flicking her long hair behind her shoulder.
"In this village, they have a festival called 'The Night of the Lit Sky.' It comes from some old folklore and it's basically a night where they worship fire, the element itself."
She paused to yawn, it was well past when she should have gone to sleep, but she had a task to preform.
"It all came from a time when the town was just a village, and was under siege from a small part of a greater human army, and a fire spirit from the nearby forest set fire to the walls of the village, allowing nothing to come in and take control. And therefore the small fire spirit saved the village from being massacred. And to this day, they have celebrated the fire that saved them on this very day every year."
She looked to the tower gravely, which she hoped to visit soon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:51 pm
*Shortstraw looked up to her* "Were you the fire spirt when you where little?" He asked wondering if she had anythng to do about it. At the same time he looked around, "so what are we waiting for, and going to do exacly... your all dressed up with things?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:59 pm
*Veira suddenly appeared behing Shortstraw out of no where* "Oh good i found you before the squrmish." She stepped out form him and smiled, "i felt like being alittle nice and helping my servent. So i crafted this for you." She handed shortstraw a form of armor made from the scales of a snake of some sort. It was a dark green that with light made it shimer as if gold. "I call it's Veiras Wake. It will help you, becuse the scales it's crafted from come from a babby baskilisk, which has scales as hard as a dragons." But before he could say anything she held up on elast thing. Well two, a quiver in one hand, with a few arrows, and a green, snake crafter bow. She handed it to him, "I also figured this may help if theres a battle. This is Veiras Sting." The bow was green like the armor, and was curved at the ends, looking like snakes or serpents at the ends where the weird looking silky string was tied and fasioned, "Any arrow you fire with this bow will altomaticly make the arrow poisened. Don't ask how though, it's quite a dangouis poision." He turned and looked to her sister and took a picter with a camra, then smerked, "this will be a fun one to keep." She giggled playfully as she slithered past them and around shortstraws shoulders before dissapering into the distance.*
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:02 pm
*Shortstraw was supprized to recive the gifts, but took no hesitation to put the armor, nor the quiver on his back. He did feel more secure and ready for whatever it was to come, which he figured would be a battle of some sort. This way he could help from a distance too. He would have to thank veira for these, which was obviously well hand crafted herself. He looked up to Keria, "i think i'm ready... what should i do?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:09 pm
Kiera rolled her eyes at her little sister's departure. Then glanced back over to the Shortstraw.
"Consider yourself lucky. Veira has never done anything of the sort for anyone else other than my mother. She's very reserved with her gift giving, that one."
She looked towards the streets before she jumped off the steps of the town hall and down one of the alleys, whispering to herself. "You may need it, too."
She extended her arms out at her sides, much like a bird, and dragged her hands across the walls of the alley as she went, passing from house to house and doing the same.
"Yes, i was that 'fire spirit' although none of them know it. They all know I'm half Phoenix and half whatever-my-mother-is. But that was a long time ago, and they've long forgotten the form of the fire spirit."
She looked longingly to the rooves as she carried on walking, still touching ever house as she went.
"We're making our way over to Cyril and Amnesia's house. See how Cyril is." She lied. Quite convincingly in fact.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:19 pm
*Shortstraw watched his mistresses movement, going at the same speed and stepping as she was. He was copying her exacly. However in her voice and the way she was moving and looking around, he wasn't sure about it, but he wanted to say she was lieing. If somthing was to go down tonight, she wouldn't go there. that would put them in more danger. She was dressed up with gear, that defently ment somthing. "I had a feeling you were the fire spirt. It's got to be pretty cool for everyone to worship you and having likea spechal day for you without them even relizing it." He smiled, "It's like being the hero for a whole town. Thats got to be great, i could only wish to be great like that." he replied however his vioce changed as he spun around suddenly with his bow drawn. Behind him was a cloaked man, who was walking with them behind shortstraw, who was behind Keria, mimicing them for a while now. "Put that little toy away, i'm not here for you." said a whispering voice.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:24 pm
Kiera didn't even acknowledge his existance, she just kept on moving, dragging one of her hands now on one of the walls at the side of a small street. She stopped suddenly and turned her head lazily to look at the intruder with one of her eyes. She gave him the same look she gave Shortstraw that night back at the house, with her golden eyes flaring up around the pupils. "What do you want?" She almost growled. Now Kiera was spun round completely, stopped in her seemingly ritual walk down the alleyways of the town. She cocked her head slightly, her eyes still ablaze with cunning.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:30 pm
*A chukkle came from the darkly cloaked figure.* "I'm only here becus eyour here. What are you looking for, what are you here to acheive. I heard your little story. And i must say that is quite a thing. A town worshiping a fire sspirt becuse it protected them in a great time of misdeeds. But what makes you think that this wouldn't be the exact night this town was targeted becuse of it, it is a peace of you if you protected it. I know your father is a blind as a bat, he dosn't even know. Your mother, her dreams are clouded, hard to really grasp becuse of all the scheming she does, however i can tell she's not fully aware herself just yet." Shortstraw held the bow still, it was held out, ready to fire the arrow into the figure, there was no excapeing it here, he was closed in like a goat in a stright tunnal.*
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:38 pm
In a beat, Kiera's anger changed to amusement. She then extended her arms out again, just as she had done in the alleyway, as if she was a bird taking flight.
"Figure me out. Reach into my mind. You can't get me while i'm still awake. And i'm about to erase something from my past. My dumbfounded mother and father will never know anything of this place. No, they are too ignorant." She projected her voice now, but the families were too cosy nestled inside their warm, heated houses. Celebrating their festival in peace. Kiera smiled weirdly, something she had never shown much at all. A smile of pure ecstasy, excitement. And almost resentment. She looked to Shortstraw next, lowering her hands.
"You can lower your weapon, Shortstraw, he's of no threat to us now. He's only a spectator. No, he won't harm us when things are just starting to get interesting." And with that last flicker of a grave smile, she turned and carried on down the street just as she had done when they first arrived. Completely oblivious to the world around her. She was in a state of a trance, something completely and utterly unlike Kiera altogether. This was a time when all her walls were down, she was vunerable in joy.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:45 pm
*Being she told him to lower his weapon shortstraw didnt hesitate, however brought it down slowly. He didn't like this. A specktater? This man was a murrder, a scarfman! This man would be the death of billions if not more then the last. So why was she so diffrent tonight, did she gain somthing over him tonight in some way. It was said in teh storys that before yokai were known to exist there were small shrines here and there where a yokai, or spirt would be worshoped and wished upon, for help, or whatever such as prying. But this was not as the same deal. Shortstraw walked backwords behind keira, with his bow down. However his eyes were fixed on the scarfman as he followed them further.*
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 3:31 am
By the time they all reached Cyril and Amnesia's house, Kiera had passed through every alleyway there was in the town. It didn't take as long as she first had thought, though, as the town was smaller than she first planned. As usual, Kiera didn't knock on the door of the house, she simply walked in. She felt no caution of the scarfman being there, for if he wanted Cyril and Amnesia he would have come to them sooner, he didn't need her guidance to get to them. Besides, he had already made a blow on Kiera with them, so further more pain was not needed.
Kiera was greeted by Amnesia, and like before she clung herself to Kiera.
"I knew you'd come back."
Amnesia looked longingly to her brother now, who was lying on the sofa, still unconscious it seemed. Kiera's fiery eyes followed her glance, and couldn't help herself to a little grin.
"I'm guessing he hasn't done anything this whole time? Not come out of his coma at all? Nothing?"
Amnesia shook her head sadly.
"Nothing." She echoed.
Kiera nodded to herself as she moved away from the door and approached Cyril. She knelt herself down next to him and stared at his vacant face. She put her palm on his cheek, but this wasn't a tender touch, this was the same as when she was dragging her hands across the walls of the town. Amnesia found herself staring at the other man in the doorway. She knew Shortstraw, but she couldn't bring herself to trust the other one standing in the way of the moonlit sky. There was an aura about him that made her feel uncomfortable. Kiera herself wondered if the scarfman would do anything at this point in time. For this moment was irrelevant now. All she needed to do was get out of here and up to the tower.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 1:06 pm
*Shortstraw was standing int he way of the scarfman. Seroiuse and glaring at him to see any move he could make. He didn't looked to the others but rather at the scarfman in the doorway. His bow still in hand, however lowered. On his side though, with the lighting of the house, anyone could noticed two small daggers on his sides. He wasn't going to take the chance and let this man do anything. Expechally here. He wouldn't dare fully enter this house again if at all. However the scarfman had his arms crossed, leaning on the doorway with his face cloaked. His mouth was all that was visable form the light. And it was a frown. "Aw that would work maybe..." he replied in a whisper. What was with this man, he was diffent then the last scarfman. Pasant and almost... not a threat. He didn't appear to have even his own gaurd up. "I see you have a trick up your sleeve. However i want you to understand i wasn't the one to do this." he replied with the same mouth expressionand whisper.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 3:13 pm
Kiera shook her head slowly as she glanced to the scarfman. She then stood up, the fire in her eyes almost extinguishing. She looked down to her lover once more, before fleeing the room and shoving past the man and out the cursed door. Amnesia didn't question her departure, as she figured seeing Cyril like this was hard on her to say the least. But she didn't know the half of it.
As Kiera made her way out of the door she made it apparent to walk around the house walls, dragging her hands across them as she went. When she had finished, she was back at the door again. A song channeled through her mind, one song only. She looked to Amnesia tenderly before making her way back down one of the alleys. She was walking towards a tall tower, but this was unlike a normal one. She lacked the enthusiasm she had earlier, but she was sure she would get it back by the time she was up there. The tower itself was hidden from view, behind all the houses from the street. But Kiera knew the way. She walked down numerous alleys, before reaching a small street with a fountain at the side. And at the other side of the street, was a walkway twisting up the tower. She didn't bother to check if Shortstraw and the scarfman were following her, she didn't particularly care either way, so long as they didn't get in the way. As she got to the top of the tower, it uncovered more secrets. This was the shrine of the fire spirit and the place itself was embellished with decor. It was larger than one could have imagined too, as it held a secret little garden embroidered with pale while trees in the center. She made her way to the other side, which gave a particular great view of the whole of the village. She stood there and waited a second, before holding one of her hands out in front of her, and over the edge. It was clasped in a fist.
"Are you ready for the show?" She called out to no-one in particular with a grin.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 12:28 pm
*Shortstraw maniged to keep up after here, but was at the tower stairs when he went back down to stop the scarfman from walking up aswell in wonder. "No, you can't go up here." He told him. The scarfman had his hands in his pockets his face still hidden as he shrugged and looked up, "seems it's time." Shortstraw looked to Keria and heard her yell, "time for what..."
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