*This is backdated, been done for a while, just never posted.
Pharos was sitting on top of a legde on top the Destiny City Library. She currently was just kicking her legs, dust from the youma she'd manage to best on her own fluttering down when her little feet his the side of the building. She was covered in dust not having to bothered to brush it off when she finished. Dirt never bothered her having grown up on a farm, Eliza seemed to always have a bit of it on her somewhere.
She hummed lightly taking a small break, well deserved, she thought for a job well done. She was really feeling more like a knight, even though she knew she had none of a knight's power. She couldn't wait till she got up to that level and was even more cool.
Tonight was a night to be enjoyed, in his opinion. Fall was upon them and soon with it would tree leaves turn colors and the smell of fire places woulf fill the air, already he had fall scented candles scattered about the house. It was one of his two favored times of the year and he was in a good mood, despite having duties to fulfill. There wasn't much he figured could bother him tonight as he stepped into an alley way, not far from home, and powered up and moments later was just - gone.
When he appeared again it was up on a roof top not a block from the city library. He hadn't been in this part of the city in a while, wanting to avoid Camelot and that merry go round, but he thought it about time to come back to this area and see if any allies were to be felt in this area. No allies but he did sense...a knight. Not a knight in rank but a knight in faction. Maybe one he knew but certainly not Camelot and that he was pleased by, he didn't wish to deal with him again. Should he track it down or see if it came for him...decisions decisions...tapping his foot as he pondered this for a moment he thought finally to stay and see. If they didn't come closer he'd go and find them.
Pharos certainly felt the blink of energy, she guessed it was that popped up in her senses rather suddenly. She pulled a frown for a moment, but the person whoever they were was stationary and at the moment seemed to have not noticed her or simply not cared she was there. She turned to look if she could see them, but saw nothing and so she was content to continue her break.
She began humming again, not really caring whether she drew attention to herself or not. She really doubted the other couldn't feel her afterall, she could feel whoever it was. She continued to swing her legs and try to spot the small spots of dust that fluttered away for her clothes. She reached up momentarily tugging at the scarf on her head needing to scratch the bird nest she called hair. It was better, having been slightly tames by the lack of accessories and the scarf, but it was still sticking off in every which direction.
They weren't coming, somehow it didn't surprise him too much. They certainly felt weaker than he was, that would explain it in his mind. Shaking his head he moved across the roof top and jumped off the edge as he leapt for the other ledge of the rooftop next to the one he'd just jumped from. Landing he continued heading toward the person he sensed. A knight and likely from the feel a page, maybe a squire. He was thinking a page though.
As he got closer to the library he stopped and paused and he wondered if this would be some knight he'd met already ,or maybe it was the one who'd gotten a hold of Natron. Shaking those thoughts away he took off and soon was across the way from that building and was now within viewing distance. A female knight and not one he'd ever seen. Just how many knights were there?
Pharos felt the other move toward her and not away and she turned to watch for the other to make its way. She never really thought to run, but she wasn't really the running type. Pharos had tons of energy and was rather a rush in head first type of girl. She watched as the other came into view. She had no thought as to whether she might have met the other before because she hadn't met many other's in general outside her team good or bad.
She didn't move, but she did, nod to him before giving a small smile, "Hello."
She hoped that he wasn't like the moth girl just looking to fight for no reason and hating her for no reason. She did hate anyone, not to she didn't dislike anyone because she most certainly didn't like the moth girl. What was her name again, Le something, sounded a bit french. Pharos would think of it again at some point.
"What brings you to the library tonight?"
He didn't attack, not yet, he wouldn't jump right into a fight. It was rare when for him to jump right into a fight without reason, he'd rather talk and decide if he was going to attack. Looking the girl over he tilted his head for a moment. "It should be obvious, I sensed you. Tell me what brings you out this evening?" He questioned as he made his way closer, not in the least bit worried of being attacked.
As he approached his heels clicked lightly on the library roof, a breeze sent his coat ruffling about behind him and his hair blew across his face and out behind him, gloved hands stayed at his sides. "Tell me...who are you knight?"
Pharos frowned slightly not really feeling that his statement meant anything at all, she sensed we he came, but she didn't go to him. Was it a rule or something because it was what the third time it had happened. "Is that a rule or something," she voiced her thought in an innocent voice.
She turned, swinging her legs back over the ledge and hopping up. She grinned at the blue nega boy and looking him over. He wasn't much taller than her and it made her kind of happy. It seemed everyone else she met was just so much bigger and that was no fun at all.
She held out her hand, "I'm Pharos of Chronos. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?"
"No, no rule. Simply that when a person senses another in most cases you track it down. In some cases it's due to a simple wish to know who it is, to know what's in your area and the level of threat. In other cases it's to remove them from your area, a territory thing. And even still it can be to discuss and talk of things." Nothing like giving out secrets but to try and convert one to the other side, maybe a love connection, who knows. Certainly there were many reasons to track down a person you sensed. He'd gone after an aura for a few of those reasons himself.
It was something of a nice surprise to see someone smaller, and younger, than himself. Most were taller than himself as well, and with the height came the weight and that could put him at a disadvantage in a fist fight and he disliked that. He'd never had an issue with his height, he was confident in himself, it was the weight thing and that he didn't have the bulk some others he fought had.
"Benitoite, General of the Negaverse." A gloved hand reached out to shake hers before he let it go and glanced her over again. "I've yet to meet a knight of Chronos. I was unaware of such knights till this evening."
"That's good to know. I didn't really have a reason to seek you out, but maybe I shall reconsider next time I feel someone about. I usually just try to make sure the youma aren't trying to rip someone apart." She rocked on her heels momentarily her grin still in place. It was nice not to have been attacked or taunted and even given some insight into why other's seemed to always find it necessary to seek her out.
"I've never met a negaverse general before, so I guess we are sort of even of that one, huh? And yes there are knights of chronos, a bunch of us."
She turned and decided to reseat herself on the ledge she had previously vacated. She looked to Benitoite and patted the place next to her. It didn't seem like he was looking for a fight so Pharos was content to just chat with him. Whether she would be able to keep her foot out of her mouth remained to be seen, but so far so good right.
"This war and all this magic, its amazing. Terrible sometimes, but amazing none the less. I can get onto a roof just by jumping, its exciting."
"Mmm, might want to watch how strong a power signal you go after. You might just find yourself in a situation you can't get out of." He might not right off kill her but he knew some who would try, Leto as one which came to his mind. "And you kill the youma....Not something I approve." He spoke shaking his head lightly, he really didn't and his tone of voice said as much. Maybe she should run into the wrong person.
"Perhaps we're even. Yes, I suppose we are." He didn't sit down but he did stand there not more than a foot away from her. His slate eyes cast out to the city beyond. "A bad Harry Potter story without the fanciful clothing and wands." And the whole old fashioned, and yet charming and lovely, world it was placed in. No this was like some modern ,urban, twist on it where the wands and cloaks didn't fit in and the quaint stores and such were replaced with skyscrapers and people pointed fingers and made hand gestures that were just as silly as the ones in the books.
"By the way you speak I would think your new to this all."
Pharos frowned at the other, he didn't sit down when she did, even though she invited him and told her he didn't approve of her killing youma. She wanted to ask him if he was crazy, but his warning about power levels could be held as a threat, not that he had meant it as such.
"I do not see how one can keep a youma from trying to kill you or someone else if you do not kill it. I do not want to be torn apart by something that resembles a saber-tooth tiger."
She gave a laugh even though she was a bit irritated by the statement with her, "like Harry Potter huh? I'm not sure, maybe with the war and all, but not really so much. And I think your clothes are pretty fancy."
She shook her head, could she really say she was new. Time wise no, she'd been a page for about a year now right. But experience wise, she was definitely new, she settle for a smile and a ,"sort of."
"No need to ask. You're not new obviously."
"Ah, I guess the issue with youma is really about perspective and knowledge on what exactly they are. Yes, I think those would be the reasons, as well stance in this war." He stated with something of a light shrugging of his shoulders. He didn't need to worry about a youma attacking him, unlike her, and he knew what they were, or rather what they had once been, and their need for energy was understood as well.
"The magic as well, their is magic in this war and in the books. I think that is the biggest things in common and the silly hand gestures some have made when using their magic." Some of that silly magic hurt though, that damn princess at the ambush with the rainbow. That had hurt and that other one in black, white, and red had a nasty attack as well. Neither were things he wished to deal with again, at least not anytime soon.
"Ah, thank you. I actually am quite pleased with the uniform I was granted. And yourself, what do you think of yours?" Some when he asked, which was rare, seemed pleased most in fact. Though really some of those uniforms were just...too lacking in the fabric department.
"No, I'm not. A little bit over a year now."
"I don't think it really matters what they were as opposed to what they are now and what they try to do to people. No going to let that happen at all."
She didn't know what else to say about the regarding the Harry Potter reference so she stayed quite. It didn't really matter in the long run and Pharos was certainly not a debater. She disagreed with people sure, it actually happened a lot because they thought her childish, but wasn't really one capable of keeping up an argument or debate for long before she simply changed the subject.
She sighed lightly not really enjoying the conversation very much any more than looked up rather surprised that Beni had actually thanked her for the comment she hadn't even realized was a compliment. "You're welcome," she said simply," I like my outfit well enough, it's pretty and its so colorful. The fabric in the chest I think was made for someone older or maybe just more well endowed."
Pharos was flat chested, there was no trying to hide the fact that the white part of her outfit made her look like a kid trying to be to grown with it plunged neckline, but it couldn't be help, still she like the outfit anyway.
She stood dusting off her outfit a little before looking to Beni, "I should probably go and make sure those pesky youma aren't causing any more havoc, but it was nice talking to you."
Where she wasn't the sort to debate he most certainly was, he liked to converse and debate and get out ideas. He liked to think and make others think as well, it was also a way to get other people to possibly alter their way of thinking. But it was obviously not something this one was into, unlike some others he'd spoken to before. That in mind he let toe youma topic drop, even if he told her what they'd been he doubted it would change her opinion. She simply didn't seem the sort.
"Perhaps not, it would seem more like a fashion thing to me. You should look up fashion from the part of the world that your uniform is from. I'm thinking Turkish myself." He stated with a shrugging of his shoulders. He really did like clothing, fashion, and it showed as he glanced the uniform over again. It was nice, the colors weren't his favorite but they worked and the design wasn't bad at all really. Exotic even.
"I believe anything with a neckline like that makes a person look small, having no bra on under it and no support makes that happen. It's a bit of a sad state but it's not a problem." Even though he really didn't like talking about that part of a female he had to look at it as talking about clothing and then it wasn't quite so bad. Hearing her departing words, or rather the words signalling she wanted to leave, he nodded.
"I bid you a good evening then."
