Fish in a Bucket (Open)

[lysander]

Lysander trained his eyes on the targets about fifty feet from him, across the clearing. His sunglasses rested on the brim of his cowboy hat, snugly wrapped around his forehead. Both guns were held out before him, barrels focused with pinpoint accuracy over the center of each makeshift target. Aluminum cans, old basketballs, tire rims, and everything in between all set up at different angles at slightly different distances. All of it was in a particular way to test the full extent of his very special abilities. It was all this stuff that made his love of junkyards as apparent as it was. Nobody liked him using their potted plants when they were in use, but as soon as they threw the pots away he could have at it as much as he liked.

With a deep breath he pulled the trigger, and with a shock the bullet flew from the barrel ripping through the air. Wincing and gritting his teeth he focused energy around the bullet pulling it only very slightly in a small curve, angling it perfectly to take a row of targets down. He did it again, and again and again, until he was thoroughly satisfied, the speed at which mind numbing, his heart pounding as he bent the paths of multiple bullets racing through the air towards their intended targets. Slowly, shakily he let the guns down near his sides.

Moving slowly across the clearing in the Junkyard he inspected the fallen targets. There were only two that hadn't been critically hit and with thirty six targets Lysander was quite happy with those statistics. Falling back in the rusty dirt with an exhausted sigh, he closed his eyes.[/size]

[zerozx]

(My character knows Lysander from the Music Against the Noise thread, which is closed T_T)

As Mikami was walking down the road with an incredibly terrible smell, thanks to the junkyard nearby, he heard a few gunshots in the air. He immediately took action and began following the sounds, they were so fast he could never count how many there was, but they seemed to be coming from the junkyard. His pace quickened, the seriousness in his face becoming all the more serious. He reached the junkyard and saw a familiar face lying on the ground.

Lysander, one who was quite flashy and had very distinctive clothing, as well as red eyes and a cowboy hat, was lying down on the ground, completely inanimate. Mikami didn't see any blood around his body, so he wasn't worried or anything, but he decided to check up on him anyways. He walked up to the dozed off fellow and gave him a slight tap with his foot as to signal someone is there. "Are you dead, or were those gunshots from you?" Mikami said, giving off a slight humorous aura in his speech, but said so in all seriousness.

[lysander]

Lysander heard the voice and in seconds his eyes were open, staring up at the surprise visitor, an enemy perhaps, though he couldn't be totally sure. Who knew? But while remaining almost totally motionless his gun had angled itself up to Mikami, holding it by the barrel with his finger curled around and down to push the trigger back instead of pull it. It was an odd style grip, and one he didn't use very often due to it's unreliability. However it was very useful for those shots you just couldn't quite make in your current position. But when he realized who it was he spun the gun back into a simple grip, and lay it down beside him. "Oh, hey. Didn't expect to see you around here." Sitting up slowly with a groan he looked around himself to note if any others had shown up. None had.

"What's up?" He asked with a thoroughly nonchalant attitude. His clothing was as flashy as ever, his open chested white coat and slim, tailor-fit burgundy pants that led down to his white silver and blue square toed shoes, all complimenting each other in an odd fashion.[/size]

[zerozx]

"Well I heard some gunshots around this general area, so I came to check things out and see what was going on, since it was probably the most lively thing happening in this world, but much to my disappointment, it was just you doing some target practice.. no offense." Mikami said, hoping Lysander didn't take that the wrong way.

Mikami leaned against a pile of cars, not really comfortable, but not really disturbing either, with his purple scarf caught on a few pieces of jagged metal, partially fluttering about with the small breeze. He sighed. "These days there just isn't much to do. There's not too many people who could give me the information I'm looking for, and I highly doubt you could either, as informed as you are. But I guess it's worth a shot, so I'll ask. Do you know some things about the Heartless? As in what happens when a world is being drenched with armies of those retched things? And what happens if they attack someone, would their appearance and personality completely change? Or would they just die?" Mikami said, not really knowing why he's getting into this topic, but he needed to find out as soon as possible.

[lysander]

Lysander nodded, showing that he didn't mind that his target practice wasn't appreciated. It was nothing flashy or special to the untrained eye, or someone who hadn't witnessed it. However it was a very difficult and strenuous exercise, hence the panting, sweating and lying on the ground after firing at only 36 targets. Bending things was always more trouble than moving them. Getting a perfect spiral was even harder. He went over all these things in his head as Mikami talked, thinking of training regimens and things he needed to improve on.

As Mikami started talking about the Heartless, Lysander slowly withdrew into himself. He knew plenty about the creatures of darkness. Of how they'd overtaken his homeworld, and of they day that he had escaped. It was not a pleasant memory. "The Heartless... I can answer your questions." Lysander said softly. Sitting up, and pulling his knees to his chest, Lysander sighed softly. "When a world is taken, it is consumed, eaten by the darkness and, I guess... It's taken to the the stomach of the Darkness. The End of the Worlds... And when a Heart is taken by the darkness that person becomes a Heartless. They become nothing. The body loses it's memory, and soon everything it once was, being totally eclipsed by the darkness." He sighed softly, turning away from Mikami to look at the bullet hole riddled targets, musing about these things quietly to himself.[/size]

[zerozx]

"I see." Mikami said as he heard Lysanders explanation. It was a little obvious what happens to the people of a world once the world has been consumed by Heartless. They all die, and become Heartless, part of the army which destroys anything and everything in their path. This new found knowledge deeply disturbed Mikami in an unthinkable way. He wondered what happened to his mother, what happened to Akari, and putting 2 and 2 together, knew they were now part of the never ending reign of terror known as the Heartless, although he did not show it.

After a few seconds of silence, he could tell that reminiscing upon these facts also disturbed Lysander in such a way, that it continuously bombs his mind with the thoughts of his home land, the happy memories, his beloved friends and family, and how they were taken away by the Heartless. This drove Mikami's hatred for the Heartless past it's limit. He absolutely hated the Heartless, he wanted to destroy every single one of them wretched beasts, but he knew they would not feel what he feels, they would not feel what Lysander feels, they would not feel what any person with a heart feels, because they are just the opposite.. Heartless. I will kill absolutely every god damn Heartless I see, I hate those damn things!! Let them burn in hell!! Mikami thought, releasing some rage within his mind. "Well thanks for the info Lysander, didn't mean to cause you any harm. By the way, how the hell did you shoot 36 cans so fast like that?" Mikami said, his anger beginning to calm down by his amazement.