Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Nov 16, 2007 23:48:17 GMT -5
A fairly tall and slim man walked across the roof of the Blade Mansion. Shadowing his head was an onyx encrested hood attatched to a black cloak with silver chains lining the edges. This cloak I swear that I've seen somewhere before, maybe on those strange figures in the realm of Infinite. It bore no insignia, though. Puzzling as this man was, at his side was tightly belted a long curved blade in a black scabbard. A chain hung from the pommel, where a violet gem glowed coldly and dull. The blade was black along the back edge, and on the front it was silver. From the hilt and up, the blade grew brighter and brighter until at the point it seemed like a small candle was lit upon it. The handle was tied with black chain silk and the guard was a bright silver, delicate and intricate designs were engraved upon it. But the pommel's gem was held by a silver wyrm head with glittering maroon gem eyes, just the same as the wyrm tied around his neck and chest. From under his cloak, up at the neck, the head of a small coal black wyrm with glinting silver horns poked out, vulgar maroon eyes staring out into the raining distance. Drops of falling diamonds echoed their whispers through the night air. And from the other side of the mansion's roof, now his silhouette drawing closer, another man drifted across towards the first through the curtain of storm moisture.
There you are, finally. Tell me everything.
Said the first, eagerly leaning forward. The wyrm squeaked just the slightest and glared ominously.
Everything? Now, wouldn't that take a while.
Tell me now! That's what you promised...
Finally the silhouette showed full detail. He was in the exact same black cloak as the other. Almost as if they were twins, they stared at eachother, words useless for the moment.
Yes, I did promise didn't I?
Are you saying you lied?!
Lie? Me? Never! I just... Have something I want you to do for me.
That wasn't part of the deal!!
Deal? Ah, you misunderstood my proposal. I'd give you your memories in return for a quick favour. I only forgot to mention the favour may be a little more pricey than what you would think.
RAA! the first man's hands clenched and shook violently, the wyrm turning its head left and right in question.
Are you done whining?
What is your stupid 'favour' dastard?
Dear me, what hateful language! But... Since you asked so nicely, my favour is that you serve under our leader.
Your leader? What's the catch?
Catch? You dare speak that our leader would throw in a catch? He merely seeks anoher addition of... power, if you will.
So that's why you want me. I'm powerful. I'm an addition to your collection. That's all, isn' it.
Mmmnnh... And that little pet of yours who follows whatever trail you leave behind.
No! Why would I give you him?
Why not?
Shutup!
The first man reached for his blade and drew it from the scabbard, raising it above his head just as lightning whipped forward and struck one of the sharp towards surrounding them.
Do you not want your memories?
If you value your life.
Gah! You look for a fight? So be it.
The second man reached and grabbed a dagger at his side gingerly and pulled it out. It was a glowing cyan crystal blade. It looked as if a fire of blue glowed within it, a white luster radiating from the tip to the hilt.
If stealing your essence is the only way...
The first man darted forward with his blade curled to the side. The second spun the dagger in his hand and twirled down, then up and parrying the first man's blade with a burst of air echoing the grim scream and sparks from metal upon metal.
The first blow was hard. They each put in their amazing strengths, a burst of air circling out from the point of impact. The air quivered from that burst, but now it was in awe as the two men moved furiously around, their blades mere blurs of glowing white and black.
I can't explain which ways the blades traveled and where they hit. But this is amazing. They match eachother so perfectly, their gazes never move away from eachother. They are entranced, posessed within this combat. Almost as if it were a race. Who would win first? Minutes passed. Neither grew weary. The wyrm dug it's claws into the undershirt of the man it clung to, making sure to keep its head out of the way of the shifting silver cloud before its ruby eyes.
But it's eyes flashed for a mere second. The man it clung to turned his head to look down. Within him now the other man's blade stuck through, cyan ember burning from the blade.
Well, it looks like your soul is coming with me.
The second man chuckled, his laugh like the wind blowing across a grave.
The first man spoke soft words, a red liquid now seeping from the protrusion of the cyan dagger.
You can have it... But I beg you, spare me my memories...
The wyrm around his neck gave a small squeal, its eyes growing large and wondering as it turned to look up at his shaded face.
Your memories? Is that all you care about? Listen, if you joined us you could have more than just memories. You could have power. I don't want to steal the essence within you, but I must do as they commanded. They aren't nice whenever I come back failing, which is why I must do this... Unless you want to join us.
The first man considered what he had said, wincing at the pain growing in his stomach. But really, he was biding time. His wyrm friend, as sneaky as he was, was crawling down the cloak and readying a bite on the other man's hand to release the cyan blade.
Join you all... At what cost?
Your eaternal loyalty and your life should it come down to that.
That's all?
Yes, actually.
No thanks.
OW!
The second man withdrew the dagger, keeling over whilst cupping his bleeding hand.
Good job, Fang...
Petting the head of his black wyrm friend, the first man leaped forward at the other and slashed with his blade.
But, it was caught with the other.
Both blades in the shape of an X, sparks leaping off of their edges.
Both men staring straight at the other.
If you won't join us, then your penalty is death.
Death? You should have asked for that earlier. I'll give you something worse than death, blackheart...
HA!
Without any other words, both men forced their strength into their blades, but neither budged. Only heat and sparks spawned from them both, but no blood...
Ah?
The second man twirled his dagger in a spiral and the first man's blade flew out of his grip--
into the other man's free hand.
See what I mean? Your penalty is death when you don't join with the strong side...
The first man was speechless, he was going to die now... He was going to die...
The second twisted both of the blades forward and slashed through the first man in an X, sending him to the ground with blood on the damp metal in a crossed shape.
The second man, using what strength he felt left within him, grabbed his wyrm by the neck and tossed it away from him in the veil of rain, the wyrm chirping loudly, not understanding why he was thrown to the side.
So, ready yourself your goodbyes...
...My... Goodbyes...? Tell me who I am before I die, then... Just my name...
Your name? Hehe... You're Nobody.
Nobody? I'm Nobody? If I am Nobody, you and your leader must be nothing... Nothing at all. You gave your very freedom and life to join with a clan obsessed with power! Power!! You and your men are posessed by their greed! Are you to blinded by their lust?? If I were not on this ground, I'd spit in your face...
The second man did not speak, but his hands gripped the hilts of the two blades with rage. Furious at what this man had called them. Clouded by their leader's lust? Mad? Obsessed?
They need none of your essence... I'd rather kill you...
Lets see if you can, then... I don't know if puppets have the power to do their own will.
GRAAAH!
The second man darted forward, stabbing the first in the neck with the long black and silver blade.
The man was dead. Blood pooled out of the wound the sword stuck in, and the second man stepped back.
He killed the man... He was to steal his essence, not kill him...
... !!
...
The blade stuck in the man suddenly pulsed red, the chain rattling fiercely and the eyes of the dragon holding the gem burning with crimson flames.
[shadow=MAROON,left,300]RAAGHR![/shadow]
An inferno of maroon flame engulfed the first man, erupting into the sky and creating a hole within the clouds. The blade flew out of the man, spiraling into the sky, andthe man suddenly sprung to life, leaping into the sky, his cloak spreading out behind him like wings.
The flames, though, were connected to the small wyrm. It's tail snaked in circles, its back arched and its eyes staring straight at the man who killed its master.
The wyrm seemed to speak through the master into the mind of the other man, teeth sparkling within the glowing timpani of thunder from behind the veil of rain.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]You have released me, and now pay the price of your insolence.[/shadow]
the man, flying through the air, grabbed the blade and fell down to the ground, the flames following behind him in a trail.
As the man landed, the wyrm leapt onto his hand and crawled through his sleeve to circle around his neck, digging its claws into his veins and an energy pulsing into him.
Though none of his face showed, ruby red eyes stared through the darkness of the hood and looked into the frightened man who's death was now near.
A flash of light and metal spikes sprouted from the flame covered man's back, forming metallic sharp wings, the flames as the membrane.
The man drew forward, the chain on the pommel somehow curling out farther and farther like a silent ember into his hand.
The other man stepped back and back, farther and farther, until he reached an edge where no other space let him walk more.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Return to me my memories.[/shadow]
The second man did not speak, only shook his head, the entire cloak quaking with shivers.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Then suffer.[/shadow]
The man flew forward, not even walking, and slashed at the second man, forming an X and then a Z through the left and right halves.
The second man coughed up blood, more gurgling from his mouth and dripping onto his cloak.
Then the first man lightly placed his blade upon the forehead of the second and cut slowly a diagnol line.
Releasing the other man and levitating backwards, the first man spoke quietly.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Tell me who I am...[/shadow]
The other man quivered and then shook his head, pulling from out of his cloak a crossbow and pointing it at the other man.
I'll... I'll shoot...
[shadow=maroon,left,300]And what do you think that will do?[/shadow]
Only a whimper came from the other man.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Tell me who I am... Or you will suffer death...[/shadow]
The second man did not speak for several moments until finally he uttered softly.
Your memories? Who you are? Heh... I'm not going to shoot you...
The second man twirled his crossbow around and raised it beside his head, laughing.
Say goodbye to your 'memories'...
[shadow=maroon,left,300]NO!![/shadow]
The first man flew forward, ready to knock the crossbow out of his hand...
But a shot rang through the raining night...
The first man let out a cry of rage. His only chance, his only memories...
Now gone...
The flame around him died. He fell to his knees, his wyrm fell from his neck and landed on the ground with soft clicks from its claws.
What... What happened...
He turned to the dead corpse of the second man and gasped.
What?!
He withdrew in shock, shifting farther and farther back from the dead corpse until he was backed up against the opposite wall on the roof of the Blade Mansion.
Curling up, he began to cry.
That was the only man who remembered who he was.
And now he truly was Nobody.
The wyrm, his only friend, padded towards him and looked up into his eyes.
They flashed just the slightest, and Nobody stared straight into them.
The wyrm then leapt into his arms and curled up, sleeping.
Nobody stroked its head and cried the rest of the rainy night.
There you are, finally. Tell me everything.
Said the first, eagerly leaning forward. The wyrm squeaked just the slightest and glared ominously.
Everything? Now, wouldn't that take a while.
Tell me now! That's what you promised...
Finally the silhouette showed full detail. He was in the exact same black cloak as the other. Almost as if they were twins, they stared at eachother, words useless for the moment.
Yes, I did promise didn't I?
Are you saying you lied?!
Lie? Me? Never! I just... Have something I want you to do for me.
That wasn't part of the deal!!
Deal? Ah, you misunderstood my proposal. I'd give you your memories in return for a quick favour. I only forgot to mention the favour may be a little more pricey than what you would think.
RAA! the first man's hands clenched and shook violently, the wyrm turning its head left and right in question.
Are you done whining?
What is your stupid 'favour' dastard?
Dear me, what hateful language! But... Since you asked so nicely, my favour is that you serve under our leader.
Your leader? What's the catch?
Catch? You dare speak that our leader would throw in a catch? He merely seeks anoher addition of... power, if you will.
So that's why you want me. I'm powerful. I'm an addition to your collection. That's all, isn' it.
Mmmnnh... And that little pet of yours who follows whatever trail you leave behind.
No! Why would I give you him?
Why not?
Shutup!
The first man reached for his blade and drew it from the scabbard, raising it above his head just as lightning whipped forward and struck one of the sharp towards surrounding them.
Do you not want your memories?
If you value your life.
Gah! You look for a fight? So be it.
The second man reached and grabbed a dagger at his side gingerly and pulled it out. It was a glowing cyan crystal blade. It looked as if a fire of blue glowed within it, a white luster radiating from the tip to the hilt.
If stealing your essence is the only way...
The first man darted forward with his blade curled to the side. The second spun the dagger in his hand and twirled down, then up and parrying the first man's blade with a burst of air echoing the grim scream and sparks from metal upon metal.
The first blow was hard. They each put in their amazing strengths, a burst of air circling out from the point of impact. The air quivered from that burst, but now it was in awe as the two men moved furiously around, their blades mere blurs of glowing white and black.
I can't explain which ways the blades traveled and where they hit. But this is amazing. They match eachother so perfectly, their gazes never move away from eachother. They are entranced, posessed within this combat. Almost as if it were a race. Who would win first? Minutes passed. Neither grew weary. The wyrm dug it's claws into the undershirt of the man it clung to, making sure to keep its head out of the way of the shifting silver cloud before its ruby eyes.
But it's eyes flashed for a mere second. The man it clung to turned his head to look down. Within him now the other man's blade stuck through, cyan ember burning from the blade.
Well, it looks like your soul is coming with me.
The second man chuckled, his laugh like the wind blowing across a grave.
The first man spoke soft words, a red liquid now seeping from the protrusion of the cyan dagger.
You can have it... But I beg you, spare me my memories...
The wyrm around his neck gave a small squeal, its eyes growing large and wondering as it turned to look up at his shaded face.
Your memories? Is that all you care about? Listen, if you joined us you could have more than just memories. You could have power. I don't want to steal the essence within you, but I must do as they commanded. They aren't nice whenever I come back failing, which is why I must do this... Unless you want to join us.
The first man considered what he had said, wincing at the pain growing in his stomach. But really, he was biding time. His wyrm friend, as sneaky as he was, was crawling down the cloak and readying a bite on the other man's hand to release the cyan blade.
Join you all... At what cost?
Your eaternal loyalty and your life should it come down to that.
That's all?
Yes, actually.
No thanks.
OW!
The second man withdrew the dagger, keeling over whilst cupping his bleeding hand.
Good job, Fang...
Petting the head of his black wyrm friend, the first man leaped forward at the other and slashed with his blade.
But, it was caught with the other.
Both blades in the shape of an X, sparks leaping off of their edges.
Both men staring straight at the other.
If you won't join us, then your penalty is death.
Death? You should have asked for that earlier. I'll give you something worse than death, blackheart...
HA!
Without any other words, both men forced their strength into their blades, but neither budged. Only heat and sparks spawned from them both, but no blood...
Ah?
The second man twirled his dagger in a spiral and the first man's blade flew out of his grip--
into the other man's free hand.
See what I mean? Your penalty is death when you don't join with the strong side...
The first man was speechless, he was going to die now... He was going to die...
The second twisted both of the blades forward and slashed through the first man in an X, sending him to the ground with blood on the damp metal in a crossed shape.
The second man, using what strength he felt left within him, grabbed his wyrm by the neck and tossed it away from him in the veil of rain, the wyrm chirping loudly, not understanding why he was thrown to the side.
So, ready yourself your goodbyes...
...My... Goodbyes...? Tell me who I am before I die, then... Just my name...
Your name? Hehe... You're Nobody.
Nobody? I'm Nobody? If I am Nobody, you and your leader must be nothing... Nothing at all. You gave your very freedom and life to join with a clan obsessed with power! Power!! You and your men are posessed by their greed! Are you to blinded by their lust?? If I were not on this ground, I'd spit in your face...
The second man did not speak, but his hands gripped the hilts of the two blades with rage. Furious at what this man had called them. Clouded by their leader's lust? Mad? Obsessed?
They need none of your essence... I'd rather kill you...
Lets see if you can, then... I don't know if puppets have the power to do their own will.
GRAAAH!
The second man darted forward, stabbing the first in the neck with the long black and silver blade.
The man was dead. Blood pooled out of the wound the sword stuck in, and the second man stepped back.
He killed the man... He was to steal his essence, not kill him...
... !!
...
The blade stuck in the man suddenly pulsed red, the chain rattling fiercely and the eyes of the dragon holding the gem burning with crimson flames.
[shadow=MAROON,left,300]RAAGHR![/shadow]
An inferno of maroon flame engulfed the first man, erupting into the sky and creating a hole within the clouds. The blade flew out of the man, spiraling into the sky, andthe man suddenly sprung to life, leaping into the sky, his cloak spreading out behind him like wings.
The flames, though, were connected to the small wyrm. It's tail snaked in circles, its back arched and its eyes staring straight at the man who killed its master.
The wyrm seemed to speak through the master into the mind of the other man, teeth sparkling within the glowing timpani of thunder from behind the veil of rain.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]You have released me, and now pay the price of your insolence.[/shadow]
the man, flying through the air, grabbed the blade and fell down to the ground, the flames following behind him in a trail.
As the man landed, the wyrm leapt onto his hand and crawled through his sleeve to circle around his neck, digging its claws into his veins and an energy pulsing into him.
Though none of his face showed, ruby red eyes stared through the darkness of the hood and looked into the frightened man who's death was now near.
A flash of light and metal spikes sprouted from the flame covered man's back, forming metallic sharp wings, the flames as the membrane.
The man drew forward, the chain on the pommel somehow curling out farther and farther like a silent ember into his hand.
The other man stepped back and back, farther and farther, until he reached an edge where no other space let him walk more.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Return to me my memories.[/shadow]
The second man did not speak, only shook his head, the entire cloak quaking with shivers.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Then suffer.[/shadow]
The man flew forward, not even walking, and slashed at the second man, forming an X and then a Z through the left and right halves.
The second man coughed up blood, more gurgling from his mouth and dripping onto his cloak.
Then the first man lightly placed his blade upon the forehead of the second and cut slowly a diagnol line.
Releasing the other man and levitating backwards, the first man spoke quietly.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Tell me who I am...[/shadow]
The other man quivered and then shook his head, pulling from out of his cloak a crossbow and pointing it at the other man.
I'll... I'll shoot...
[shadow=maroon,left,300]And what do you think that will do?[/shadow]
Only a whimper came from the other man.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Tell me who I am... Or you will suffer death...[/shadow]
The second man did not speak for several moments until finally he uttered softly.
Your memories? Who you are? Heh... I'm not going to shoot you...
The second man twirled his crossbow around and raised it beside his head, laughing.
Say goodbye to your 'memories'...
[shadow=maroon,left,300]NO!![/shadow]
The first man flew forward, ready to knock the crossbow out of his hand...
But a shot rang through the raining night...
The first man let out a cry of rage. His only chance, his only memories...
Now gone...
The flame around him died. He fell to his knees, his wyrm fell from his neck and landed on the ground with soft clicks from its claws.
What... What happened...
He turned to the dead corpse of the second man and gasped.
What?!
He withdrew in shock, shifting farther and farther back from the dead corpse until he was backed up against the opposite wall on the roof of the Blade Mansion.
Curling up, he began to cry.
That was the only man who remembered who he was.
And now he truly was Nobody.
The wyrm, his only friend, padded towards him and looked up into his eyes.
They flashed just the slightest, and Nobody stared straight into them.
The wyrm then leapt into his arms and curled up, sleeping.
Nobody stroked its head and cried the rest of the rainy night.