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Post by LEO LION on Oct 4, 2009 4:25:55 GMT -5
Her hairs stood on end, tail growing to twice its original diameter, her ears pricked quickly back upon her head – though she had next to no time to react for in the next instant she could only register being on the ground and covered by Lysander from any possible danger. Her limbs were shaking as she sat up, dazed and confused staring blank faced at the blue haired man that was now their third companion.
No, four, five? Whatever the number the blue-haired… blue… hair… MONSTER!! Her mind shouted, her own voice harsh in her ears even when she sat dumbfounded on her knees, staring off into the action that was to come. It was as if she didn’t understand at all what was going on. Her brain just wasn’t quite fast enough in this moment of shock to decide what was happening. She replayed the events. Broken table, man, frog, man? It just didn’t make sense somehow – well it easily was nonsensical. But the man didn’t seem to notice that he was in the room with two others beside the dead – no living – bodies that took up the space of the cellar.
She watched, perplexed, as he frantically searched for something that just couldn’t be found. He seemed to panic for a fair few minutes before he was violently tossed away from the seemingly alive suitcase – it had to be some sort of magical item if it could hold a human-sized frog and another blue haired man… blue hair…. This was all just too coincidental. How many men with blue hair was she going to run into? It was almost as if the frog wasn’t at all an oddity – despite the fact that it was.
But there was something familiar about the man with the suitcase who’d come from nothing and nowhere into their humble abode and who’d pulled two bodies from that suitcase, and who new stood opposing Lysander without the fear of his weapons. Something so familiar, her tabby ears pricked forward, hanging on every word that dripped from his lips like honey. Live of your own accord… You haven’t changed... It’ll be alright… It was so foggy, words that she had clung to for what seemed to be all her short life, yet it almost seemed like this man matched that voice perfectly. There was no way he was the King Alexis who she had torn to shreds only to find such tactics useless. It was not he who had cast a Raven upon her to destroy a fragile mind. “Lysander wait!!” She tried to shout, though her voice came out softly and hoarse. He would’ve most likely punched the man before heard her in any case. She stood then, walking a little closer to them, standing very unsure. “You sent them?” Her yellow eyes watched the bird, the strange pigeon that had been their guides. “Was it… you… at the cage…?” Akane’s head tilted, her eyes narrowed, her mind whispered the end of the world. |
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Post by Akito on Oct 6, 2009 3:03:54 GMT -5
Alexis was used to having weapons pointed his way. It was like a greeting for him now. That's why he wasn't bothered by Lysander's suspicions. He was however bothered when Lysander's fist floored him. Questions could be raised how someone with Alexis' magical defenses and superhuman reflexes could get struck by a person who had never punched anyone in their life. He was tired, okay? He was tired and...well, the boy's fury seemed just. Alexis sorta figured he must've wronged them in the past. He would have to apologize.
Stroking his battered jaw, Alexis grudgingly picked himself back up, as if to receive another punch. His body was worn out, lacking sleep and exhausted utterly, as it was and tempted was he simply to stay down and sleep; however, there were still matters to attend to.
"Ah, yes, that was me, I apologize," Ah, he thought, there was that time. "Didn't you want me to interfere? Forgive me, I can be nosy at times. I will be mindful in future," The sorcerer nodded with an apologetic smile. Alexis accepted he must've done them a grievous error when he intervened, perhaps they had a plan at the ready? Perhaps his crazy magic had broken something unintentionally?
"My name is Alexis Fon Sariah, it is a pleasure to meet you," He straightened himself as he, as if forgetting what happen mere moments before, stretched out his hand to shake Lysander's. He did, however (perhaps fatally?!) turn to Akane and with a fetching smile, add "Again, that is,"
Come what misunderstandings may.
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Post by lysander on Oct 6, 2009 14:54:07 GMT -5
Lysander was left breathing hard in the moment after the punch, his eyes glancing back to Akane, then to the man on the floor, then to the bird in the window sill; he immediately regretted the action, and he didn't think he'd want to do something like that again soon. His gaze kept moving, unable to lock on one target or subject. Back to Alexis, to Akane again, to the bird, to Alexis, to the bodies, to Alexis, to Akane. It spoke of his thoughts. Scattered, unintelligible, mumbling, unfocused. His lips parted, and he cleared his throat as if to speak but said nothing.
Down to the man's hand, sifting through thoughts, his eyes seemed tense, as if trying decipher the hidden message people kept talking about. He hadn't heard about anyone at the cage, but now that it was up in the air, what had kept those robot things from just packing him and Akane back up? Had this man done something? But he looked so much like that other guy. It had been dark, and Lysander hadn't been at the top of his game, but blue hair and red eyes. That wasn't an exactly common facade.
As far as Lysander was concerned, the bird was the only proof that he had to hold onto that he shouldn't have hit this man. The birds had been there fighting against the guy who'd assaulted Akane, and here was this bird. The birds had been there to help him. Lysander shook his head, his pitch black hair hipping this way and that. The cowboy ignored Alexis's hand, something that he hated to do, and turned his back on the magician. He picked up his guns, and moved to a corner of the room away from anyone. Maybe he'd figure something out if he removed himself from the situation.
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Post by LEO LION on Oct 7, 2009 19:18:41 GMT -5
At first she was unsure; he did look an awful lot like the King that they’d fought a few days ago. But he had those birds – and she had to admit, ragged and tired as he looked he was still quite dashing. Slight pink reached her face at the thought – though not bright enough for anyone to notice, yet anyway – and she blinked the thought away. “N-no! Thank you for your help, if you’d not done something…” her voice trailed off, she didn’t want to think about what would’ve happened. Most likely they would’ve been killed, in the least they would’ve been captured again and in a worse condition than before. Akane bit her lip nervously. Two men with blue hair – three if you count the villain not present – at least two with red eyes.
But his name stuck a note in her body and her pupils narrowed to slits. Akane adopted a new demeanor, her ears pricked back and she glared at the man, almost as if she was someone else entirely.
“Alexis…?” she hissed, bearing her claws, the Beast had taken over. “That bastard KING?!” She glowered, spitting the last word as Lysander moved away. “You don’t smell like that worm.” She grumbled, stalking forward until her nose was almost touching his; the Beast examined his face – this was perhaps a side that Lysander had glimpsed only once (maybe two or three other times when she would leave to gather supplies) – her eyes squinted as she inspected his eyes, inhaled his scent. And when he smiled dashingly the Beast was gone and Akane was back, blushing much more noticeable and backing away shyly.
“You’re not Alexis Fon…. whatever… that’s the man that attacked us… Who are you really?” the ginger-cat-girl asked softly, unsurely, as she backed away a little closer to Lysander just in case. She felt safer around the cowboy, they’d spent a lot of time trapped together, and he was like a comfort now. |
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Post by Akito on Oct 10, 2009 20:35:30 GMT -5
Alexis' eyes narrowed. What were they...
"Could it be? If it was her, it is certainly possible...her power has long exceeded mine," Alexis thought to himself, considering the one possibility. Clearly, they had met another claiming to Alexis, claiming to be a King. So little knew that the wandering magician before them was once a King, but for someone to not only take his name but also his title? Maybe even more than that. After all, she didn't create fakes. Since the beginning of this travesty, Alexis had felt his existence...shared, divided. If that were true, it would explain the reactions he got from both Lysander and Akane. A reaction he deserved.
He sighed. And that was what got him. Alexis almost collapsed, falling to his knee as exhaustion overtook him. He had been too distracted to even notice his own weariness. Once more he rose to his feet and, with an ease and intensity, he gazed at Akane and placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
"I am..." He began, "...Your father,"
A moment's pause. An awkward silence.
"Heee...Forgive me my...poor humor," Alexis chuckled, well, at least he tried to. Truth be told, he was exhausted and what came out was more like a series of hiccups. Dizziness took him and he couldn't help but fall forward...onto Akane. Seemingly lulling his way to sleep, the man whispered in Akane's ear perhaps half consciously and only half aware of what he was talking about, "I am...just another useless fool,"
He started snoring.
So now, Lysander and Akane had three uninvited guests all quite unconscious. A Frog, a Nobody and...an enemy, perhaps?
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Post by lysander on Oct 12, 2009 5:18:03 GMT -5
Lysander watched the pair interact with a hint of jealousy tinging his crimson eyes. He watched the sigh, and with it, the release of the body's strength. Alexis fell to one knee and Lysander cringed but did not get up to assist him. Though the desire was there Lysander had long since been taught by the world to not to act on his cares for the plight of others. He always ended up hurting them, so why even get involved if everyone would get hurt by the end of it? He looked to Akane, and for the first time wondered if he should've ever gotten involved with her. Wouldn't she have fared better on her own if he hadn't been there?
If a man could take out those armors, he could take out a bird cage with no problem. She never needed Lysander. He'd gotten in the way more than anything, what with the crowd in the trailer, and all this scavenging business.
Lysander grunted grumpily at the man's joke and shifted. Lysander couldn't ignore his jealousy now and tried to push it back down. Now wasn't the time for petty drama, especially with three more people, full grown men even (well, two men and a frog), to bring back to health. What did Frog's even eat? While he was thinking about all of this he watched Alexis fall onto Akane, and his body moved automatically, as if years of training and experience propelled him forward to his master's side, to protect them. Master? That's right, he'd always been under the hand of the government. The men who had controlled him with their dogma. The dogma of the army.
But still, he moved, and no amount of spiteful self-reflection could change that. He took the strange Alexis partially off of Akane, supporting most of the man's weight. Carefully, oh so carefully, he lay the man back, alongside the frog's... companion? Who knew, with these crazy circumstances.
Lysander stood up and clapped his hands, stretching and groaning. "I don't get any of this."[/color] He complained loudly, frustrated, a release of emotion to anyone and everyone and no one. It was a harsh utterance. Something guttural and throaty at the same time. "I need my hat."[/color]
It was common knowledge that all telekinetic cowboys needed their hats to think clearly.[/size]
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Post by LEO LION on Oct 14, 2009 13:22:59 GMT -5
Akane was uncomfortable at that moment, with Alexis – as he called himself – almost hovering. He was so unsteady, it made her want to help him (at least something was compelling her to assist this strange familiar man). His comments confused her, jokes he called them, the man seemed so at a loss. And then he was falling onto her, only to be caught and laid down by Lysander, she assisted him to the best of her abilities. Kneeling down by the man and inspecting his face. “It’s so strange, I know he’s the one who helped us escape, but…” she trailed off and shook her head standing up and regarding Lysander as he sorted out her thoughts. Would this mean that their time together was ending? Surely the time was coming, the time when they would separate and find a safe home.
She smiled softly, and brushed off her stained dress, a futile effort.
“Well, if you’re good enough, do you want to go out and see if you can find it? I can attend to these three, they look like they might need some water though – I can give you directions.” She put her hands on her hips and grinned at him. “Well, would you like to go get some energy out tonight?” Hopefully that was the most that was bothering Lysander. She wasn’t sure what else to offer. She couldn’t even remember where he’d lost his hat.
Of course, she didn’t understand any of it either. Why the automatons would want to kidnap them, why anyone would attack this quaint little world, why they had all managed to find each other – it just didn’t make sense. None of it did. Akane wanted answers to these questions, and more, she was willing to stay behind. And maybe – just maybe – Lysander wouldn’t have to see if she didn’t go. He wouldn’t find the bloodstained hovel, the grieving people who had lost so many to a young monstrosity. She could only hope. The trail was fairly evident. |
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Post by lysander on Oct 15, 2009 22:07:05 GMT -5
Lysander smiled and shook his head. Why was all of this happening, and how could it have all culminated just like it had, with this meeting under these circumstances? With this man on the floor, someone who Lysander decidedly did not like, and his two companions, Lysander could only think one thing. Thank Goddess... This man was not their enemy, and even stranger he was someone they actually might be able to trust. They'd definitely had help from him, and were indebted to him. So what else but fates and gods could be explained for this man falling unexpectedly through their roof. "Thank Goddess..." He mumbled again, though this time it was whispered out loud, probably unintentionally. Lysander couldn't remember ever having been a particularly religious sort, but... He couldn't really provide any other explanation. And for those unexplained events, he always had a habit of thanking the goddess.
"Who knows." He shrugged, almost dismissively. He and Akane were two very different people. One who thought and worried often, and one who fought as hard as possible not to think about any of it at all. Running a hand back through his hair. Her grin was infectious, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her stance. "And leave the helpless little Missus all alone? What should happen if I got back, and you had harmed these three poor men? No, I think I should stay, and make sure they stay in top condition." He joked around, dragging in a deep, but happy breath. He was contented.
But he did have energy to burn.
Taking his focus away from Akane he brough his cleavers into the air, and they began spinning, twisting, folding together, and flying apart. Their choreographed dance and shimmering light above the heads of the pair who still stood. "Akane. I care about you."[/color] He said, and blushed lightly. Lysander swallowed hard before he could continue speaking. "A lot, and I haven't done much to show it. So I can't let anything happen to you, until I can guarantee you're safe."[/color][/size]
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Post by LEO LION on Oct 15, 2009 23:15:49 GMT -5
He said something, she wasn’t sure, and it was too softly spoken for her ears to fully catch. Goodness or something to the like. Akane’s ears twitched atop her head and she gave a short quizzical look until he smiled back. They’d formed some type of friendship – of that she was sure. A bond that had kept them both alive, she didn’t want anything to happen to him now that he was safe, she didn’t want to be sending him out to his death. But then she’d gone out just about every night these past few weeks, and she’d been safe enough to return with plenty of supplies. None of the automatons had ever noticed her, and if they had they didn’t give chase.
“I’m sure I could put up a pretty good fight.” As if to prove a point she boxed at the air a little, pretending to hit something that didn’t exist. Her golden eyes twinkled as she let out a small giggle, joining the joke. She might’ve been a girl, but she had a monster on her side, something that was more powerful than she was on her own. It could protect her. Darkness was always her safety. “Besides… they all look like they’ve had it pretty rough.” Her voice held concern now. “I’m sure even if they tried to do damage they wouldn’t get very far…” Her brows drew close together and furrowed as she watched the three bodies, they were breathing deeply in their slumber; she wondered what had happened to make them so exhausted. She glanced at his mastery of the gun, watching them twirl about in the air with wonder. But then Lysander spoke again and she turned to face him with a look of curiosity.
He cared about her? Well that was awfully nice! To think they’d met only a few weeks ago and he cared about her – a lot, well she cared about him too. Akane didn’t notice the blush to his face, she wasn’t looking at his cheeks, and she was staring into his red eyes. “I care about you too Lysander. I don’t know where I’d be right now if it weren’t for you and him.” She gestured to Alexis who was snoring on the ground. She took a step toward Lysander, tilting her chin up so that she could see him better – she was quite a bit shorter than all who were here, except maybe the frog. “That’s why we’ve got to take care of each other. I promise I’ll be safe here. If there’s any trouble I know some hiding places that I could run to, and I know where you would be so I could find you there too.” she paused and then took a few steps away. “Besides, we really do need water... especially if we’re going to be here for a while, and especially if we now have three others to look after.” |
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Post by lysander on Oct 16, 2009 3:22:34 GMT -5
The burning in Lysander's cheeks died down as Akane spoke. He had feelings for her, and she didn't understand them at all. Great. Juuuust great. This was the sort of thing where someone would've said, 'Give it time, boy, she'll come around', but he didn't have anybody like that around. No father figure to give him the advice he needed it, or to give him a stern talking to, or anything for that matter. That's what you get for the sins of your past. Nobody talks to you about girls.
"Yeah..." He couldn't help but feel unwanted as she basically pushed him out the door, but in a situation like this what could he really do? She was right, and they did need water. He didn't like leaving her in the presence of these men, especially when he was already jealous of the way she was treating this blue-haired guy. He didn't like it at all, and the next time he had a chance, he'd take this guy aside and set him straight on the way things were.
He moved over to the corner of the room, and his cleavers followed behind one by one, parading fancily across the room. It was somewhat humorous to watch all of his cleavers silently follow him, as if they had a personality. Lysander wasn't aware of it, which would've made it funnier if anything. rolling out a sheet of cloth, the cleavers each arranged themselves on the cloth, and he rolled it up, tucking the cloth and rolled up cleavers under his arm. A trick he'd learned too long ago. "Just be careful alright? I know you can handle yourself, but... Be careful."[/color] He looked back over his shoulder, giving her a brief smile. On his way out he grabbed his two holsters, guns already in place, and threw them over his shoulder.~*~*~* As Lysander stepped into the fresh night air, he was enticed by the release of claustrophobia's hold. He wanted to run, and jump and scream and dance...[/size]
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Post by Akito on Oct 16, 2009 7:43:11 GMT -5
He had closed his eyes only momentarily. His had been such an exaggerated collapse, he had feared Lysander may have suspected something. However, perhaps because it was so outlandish the cowboy did not. Alexis had whispered, before fainting, such that only Akane could hear that he needed to talk to her alone. A request that one did not normally oblige of people they just met.
Good thing this was not the first time they met. Before even the incident with the cage...
"I am sorry to have made you do that," Alexis voice perked up a few minutes after Brezzen had left. "However, he would not have left us alone if I asked, I can tell he doesn't trust me...But still, I need to talk to you," That was an understatement, more than likely Lysander would've either hit him or killed him if he had asked something so...bold.
The cowboy rightfully did not trust this sorcerer. How times change. He was even...developing feelings for other people. That foolish boy...he should not be here.
It was true that Alexis had feigned sleep, even an obnoxious snore. However. It was more true that that lie nearly became truth, as Alexis had been very much tempted to allow slumber to take him.
Not yet. He could not rest yet. If he did, he was almost certain they would all die. Alexis, forcibly, dragged his body off the ground and, in a sitting position, looked up at Akane.
"Akane. I can feel...some of the remains of her magic hanging off you. You met someone who looked like a black crow, right? She speaks...a language that sounds like...Well, like this,"
"Shera seela,"
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x
As Lysander would leave for the place Akane had directed to gather water and provisions, he would have no room to jump, scream or dance. The were scattered everywhere. The automatons, except...not. The sure looked liked the abominable suits of animated armor but they did not move like them. Instead they just...remained stationary. Some were in the middle of a march, others had spread out as if in search. They all just seemed to freeze in one position as if it had been done suddenly. These forms clogged up the streets, no, Lysander's claustrophobia would persist.
If Lysander did indeed make his way to where he needed to fetch the water, he would find himself, in the middle of wherever he headed, haunted by a tune not unlike...A Chinese lady trying to sing the American national anthem. No. Worse than that. That wasn't to say the voice was bad, just...lacking in the right intones and accent.
"LoNdOn bRidGe Is faLlInG dOWn, FalLiNg dOwN, LoNdOn bRidGe Is faLlInG dOWn, FalLiNg dOwN..."
Lysander did not need to actively search for the source of the voice, for it was readily in the middle of the lane. On a bed. In the middle of a road in which, if the cars were still moving, would either run it down or stall traffic for it. On this Queen sized bed with sheets of white, plopped in the middle of the road, sat two figures. One, the lady singing, and another a child, a boy no older than ten lying on her lap.
The woman demanded attention. Akane was cute and fair, to be modest...but this woman, she was striking. But it was odd. She may not have been considered attractive by certain people, nor would she likely win beauty pageants...but to Lysander's eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She fit everything he had always 'dreamed' of in a woman. The appropriate cup size, the right hair color, the right face proportions...as if she had been custom tailored to suit his preferences.
"HuSShHh, tHIs cHilD iS aSlEEp, He'S bEeN AwAkE fOr A wHIle...FiGHting BaD pEoPle, dON't You Go WAkiNg hIm noW,"
Her voice was strained and hard to listen to, as if she not only learned a new language but more she had never even known the language her whole life. You see, many languages in the world have similar sounds and tones...She seemed oblivious to any of them and just trying to scrape her way though. She gaped open her mouth and closed it immediately without words coming out a few times mid sentence, as if she did not know what sound to make. Still, she looked at Lysander with a pleasant smile and asked curtly,
"HoW iS It yOu ArE sTiLL aLiVe?"
[OOC: You'll have to describe her, Brez]
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Post by LEO LION on Oct 16, 2009 23:18:20 GMT -5
“It’s okay, he wanted to get out of here anyway, and I could tell he was feeling restless.” Akane was purely clueless to the cowboy’s feelings for her. She knew very little about him, not enough to develop feelings for him. Though she cared enough about what he thought of her to not want him to visit where she gathered provisions, that little shack full of ‘supplies.’ “So, what do you want?”
She remained standing, she felt awkward that she hadn’t any name to call him – well Alexis was there, but after the one she’d met before… well she wasn’t sure if she could trust the name to be either of them. It was also eerie that he knew so much about her ordeal, what she and Lysander had gone through to get here. How could he know, of the crow? When had he been told of what had happened? When had he been there?
Shera seela…
The woman's voice echoed in Akane's mind. Her pupils shrunk and a frown pulled her lips into an immediate downward curve. For a moment the world around her returned to what she’d seen then, herself murdering Rachel. For a third time she watched her claws tearing the poor girl apart, watched her own fangs sink into the soft flesh of the young fey girl. She remembered the crow too, and how it had done its best to restrain her – to keep her in that world.
“I know you are not her ally, the birds told me that much with their help…” Her eyes narrowed to slits, her expression was hard and cold. “What did she do then? What’s happened here?” |
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Post by Akito on Oct 16, 2009 23:43:48 GMT -5
He could tell from her eyes, her face, her subtle gestures. It was as he suspected, her encounter had not been a pleasant one. Alexis felt the urge to apologize, to beg her forgiveness but...he knew that would change nothing. What's done is done, he had told her as much so long ago. For now, Alexis needed to focus the little consciousness he had left into formulating a plan in order to save not only Iris trapped in the Suitcase, but themselves from this cursed play of a city.
"I need your help," Alexis smiled at her, completely evading her line of question. Like his two unconscious 'allies', she did not need to know the truth. The truth would break her. To know of the whispers of this city's whim..."I..need you to track a scent for me," He stated curtly.
There was too much magic, it clogged the surroundings and made it so Alexis had no way of finding anyone. He could not magically sense them, he couldn't even scry for them. However. Akane's scent of smell was not magical by nature, it was her nature, it was a part of her. That was what he needed right now, something untouched by magic to counteract magic.
He pulled his coat closer around his body, as if to hide the tatter and wounds he had received in that most recent battle.
"Please, Akane," There was nothing proud about this man. His eyes betrayed a precarious fragility, he was afraid. Of what? Of her refusal? No...Of everything that was happening. He, who knew what was actually going on, was perhaps the most witlessly scared.
The sorcerer had hesitations about asking this particular girl however. There was...a darkness in her and that darkness seemed to enjoy this new world. A world where violence and chaos reigned, where death was the norm and the strongest survived. The darkness reveled in it and slowly, as Alexis scrutinized the girl's eyes, he felt that she was beginning to accept it as well.
Not good. This was when lies become reality.
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Post by LEO LION on Oct 17, 2009 0:55:59 GMT -5
“… My smell?” Akane went cross-eyed, examining her nose, her lower lip puffed out in a pout and she gave Alexis a confused look. She allowed her questions to be brushed aside; new ones filled her mind and took their place anyway. A strange look passed over her face. “Alright… I’ll bite… Who are you looking for, Alexis?” Her voice was cynical, sardonic when she spoke his name. Though at the same time the tones were soft, elegant, easily controlled, the Beast was blending with Akane, finding amusement in her usefulness.
Besides, he seemed sincere at least, in house much he needed her help. Akane looked pained for a moment; her eyes squeezed shut as she resisted the urge to give over to her other side, the Darkness within darkness. “I guess… if it’s really that important…” She paused and allowed him plenty of time to make a short remark in her break, “I suppose I can help you, a gesture of my thanks… I will need a sample of the smell though.” |
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Post by lysander on Nov 4, 2009 20:20:12 GMT -5
Lysander stepped outside, and was met with... ugly disappointment. The world outside had not become fresher, and nicer after the catastrophe. It had stagnated and in many ways became worse. Blood had stained and settled on the ground and across walls, fires had left charren remains. The black, broken teeth of what had once been support beams stood as the vague reminder that maybe a house had once existed here or there. Corpses and bones in various states of weather and decay decorated streets in almost as plentiful numbers as lights would have during the holidays.
Each body told a story; a small unrecognizable skeleton holding a teddy bear, two faceless teenagers holding each other, the body of a man with his grip around a revolver's handle. There were enough of them that even Lysander, a man well practiced in evasion of thought and feeling, could not help but confront the enormity of it. How could someone kill so many people? What kind of soul would condemn so many dreams to death? For a moment he truly hated whoever had made this happen, but all to soon, the memories of the past caught up with them and he had to shove his hatred aside. Time to get the water.[/color]
According to Akane the water source wasn't that far away, and yet as he made his way down the alleyways (taking note of the 'stopped time' state of the automatons) he was distracted. He heard a noise, and when he realized it was a voice, he tripped over one of his shoes and stumbled slightly. "That's... Weird." He mumbled to himself, though he was strangely fascinated. The water could wait. After all, no one was dying of dehydration just yet. It would be far wiser to investigate that voice, just in case there were other survivors. After all, the more people, the more helping hands... Or maybe it was just a strange quality within the voice that beckoned him after it.
His feet moved of his own accord, but it was a strange haziness in his head while he wandered towards the voice, and happened upon the woman and the boy. She was beautiful in a sultry sort of way. Not the "I want to spend forever with you" kind, but the "I want to spend the night with you" variety. Lysander blushed heatedly, his genetics finding her to be his perfect match.
Olive dark skin, and dark eyes, with long eyelashes. Her body was petite, though not skinny, having a healthy balance of muscle and necessary fat. She was not a woman that would go admired by her intellect, or talent. No, most men would be too busy drooling with their eyes as they saw her. But Lysander wasn't most men. With a heavy, burning blush he quickly turned away from the woman, and showed his back to her. Swallowing hard, he forgot most everything. "Err... Luck I suppose." He said in answer to her question, after nodding gravely in regards to her comment about the young child. "Being with the right people at the right time."[/size]
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao