Interesting...

[mardiax]

Silent crumbles of dirt formed rocks and decrepit flooring would be heard with a series of foot-steps. Blood red eyes gazing out to the large castle standing so proudly and stretching to the sky. Mardiax stood looking up to the magnificance, staring to it with wonder till he continued onward. Moving up the hill that connected this desolate land to Hollow Bastion, he passed it and bagan his way into the province. Arriving and finally stepping on stable flooring, the nobody scanned the area around him.

It seemed safe, though confusing. He didn't recognize this place, but he must have been formed around this zone for some reason. He looked down to his hand, suddenly a scythe appeared in his hand.

"How convineant."

He whispered, staring out into the empty spaces of Radiant Garden, he kept wandering.

[nascent]

"The eyes are not here..."

The voice came from atop one of the nearby buildings along Mardiax's path, resonating with a grim, yet faintly musical quality as though someone were reciting poetry. Atop a crumbling two story building the man could be seen, standing with his gaze cast skyward. A wave of long, azure blue hair flowed from him in the gentle breeze, his twilight cape also ruffled by the air's gentle undulations.

"There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars,
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms."

Slowly, the shadowy man turned and looked down at the scythe-wielding Nobody. A set of blood-ruby eyes locked upon Mardiax's own, cold and narrow like blades in their disposition.

"In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech,
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river."

As he continued to speak, this man of pale skin and arcane attire began to tighten and adjust the fit of his gloves, pulling loosely on the cuff of first one and then the other.

"Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;
We are the hollow men... you, and I."

In one swift motion, this grim individual leapt from the rooftop, landing in a crouched position not far from where the white-haired Nobody was. Slowly he rose up to his full standing height, enough to tower over most other men. Even so, and in spite of his rather ominous entrance, the man somehow didn't seem aggressive... at least, not at the moment. He looked at Mardiax with a gaze mixing curiosity and caution.

"You and I... are alike in some ways. You might say that we are both 'hollow men', what others in this world call 'Nobodies'. I sensed you as you came close... you are one of the few like myself that I've had opportunity to speak with." He paused, taking a step towards the young man. "Tell me, Nobody, what is it you seek in this abandoned district of the Hollow Bastion?"

[mardiax]

Mardiax looked up to the smooth voice, speaking of a poem. Emptiness, it had meaning of something that was not there, it was a bit hard to describe, but he understood it. Scythe hanging lossely in his palm, it didn't tighten from the odd new comer, for he somewhat trusted the individual. As the man landed, he merely scanned his attire up close with his crimson red orbs, he seemed to be no threat. His scythe vanished, crossing one of his arms over the other and leaning onto the back of his right heel.

He spoke of hollow men, nobodies, so much information at once. But he prossesed it, a few of his memories remained, how to wield and fight with his abilities, along with what exactly he was. But who he was before, and what had happened before his sudden creation was unknown. His chains rattled back and forth due to the harsh winds that began to form. Parting his gentle lips, he spoke in a soft voice himself.

"Hollow men...Yes, I know what I am. I just...Appeared from the ruined castle behind us, I walked all my way here. I'm trying to find out what this place is...And thanks to your information, I now know what the name is of this area. I seek...Who I used to be, how I became this...And why."

[nascent]

The typically grim-faced shadowmage let a slight smile part his lips. "Then it seems you and I have similar goals. I seek the same things you do... to restore a fragmented existence, as much as is possible."

The sorcerer walked towards the younger man. "Hmm... a newly created Nobody... I confess, my knowledge of how we came to be is very lacking. We are, essentially, 'echoes' of a person whose being was shattered, but the details remain a mystery. Still, if we work together we should be able to uncover something."

He extended one leather-gloved hand. "My name - or at least the one I remember - is Magus. I'm a conjurer of the magical dark arts. What of you? Do you remember anything?"

[mardiax]

Mardiax listened carefully to the stranger's words, echoes...Was that all we were? He processed it all, thinking hard on who he was in the past, but nothing came. The only information obtained was what he was about to inform him with.

"I'm Mardiax...I know telekinesis quite well, and I'm quite the blade master. I'm willing to try and find out, whatever it takes to who I was once before."

He extended his own arm, clasping his leather covered palm over his, wrapping it around the hand of the Conjurer of Dark Arts. Shaking his hand up and down, still remembered formal things at least. Hell, at least he knew how to still do anything, slowly removing his hand. His blood red pair stared into his new partner's crimson orbs.

"So how do you plan on us actually finding out all of these things we wish to know about? I'd like to know more abou this place fist to be completly honest. There has to be some kind of reason why I was created around this area, it wouldn't be for just no reason. At least...I think not."[/b][/size]