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Topic Started: Jan 19 2013, 09:52 PM (2,740 Views)
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Hoennese and proud!

Eric laughed at the stunned look on the face of the man he had saved as he appeared, a delighted laugh full of real amusement as the man fell forward and hit a nearby wall. He got back up sooner rather than later at least and he looked at Eric with a sort of realisation in his eyes, but only about how Eric was her 'target' and not any of the rest. The boy simply laughed again and held up one finger to his lips when the man asked who he was, his answering grin showing all of his teeth and the swords hovering around him dancing up and down in an almost happy way.
"I have no connection to this woman," he laughed again, "She's simply after me. But if you were guessing my blood type," -he had gotten the double-meaning of that horrible pun, "I'm A Positive individual, especially when it comes to this sort of thing. If you want my name I'll give it to you after she dies."
Simple enough, and at least he showed he could make horrible jokes as well.

Unfortunately Yovel showed up a moment later, apparently running to help them but as Eric noticed the trajectory of his movement he half-turned so he was side-on to Oberon and had Yovel on one side of him and the strange angrily-smiling woman to the other side.
"This is the business I was telling you about," he said to his approaching friend, "Both of you, please avoid looking into her eyes."
The only reason he knew this was because, as he was approaching to kick her in the head as he had done before he had caught a shimmer, the faintest edges of a heat shimmer, coming from her eyes as she had been staring at Oberon. The closer he had gotten -and the closer she had gotten to the other man- the heavier it had become so obviously whatever her magic was it had to do with eye-contact or the like.

He was glad for the hovering blades at that moment, especially for the casual finger twitches that controlled them, for a moment later two of them were in an X-shaped cross, blocking the incoming downwards-slash from the woman in red.
"Ohhhhh," she said in a disappointed tone but her eyes shone with happiness -and yes, still anger- "I didn't think you'd be able to block that, child-chan," her tone was very weird, almost a little off somehow like everything she said was... wrong... "But I'm happy you did! Why don't you look me in the eyes like a real fighter would, hmmm?"
Eric didn't bother replying, simply sighed and looked from Oberon to Yovel.
"Just don't look her in the eyes," he said as he casually leaned to one side and kicked out to the left, hard, connecting with the womans gut and sending her flying once more.

But if that was all you thought he had done you should be exceptionally ashamed of yourself.
As he kicked he moved two of his blades horizontally in the air, so as the woman went flying back she hit them, one slashing through each arm and scoring exceptionally deep slices through the areas just above her elbows. So as she hit a wall some twenty metres away Eric retracted all the blades, even grabbing hold of one and swinging it idly through the air.
"Mmmmm, not bad, child-chan," the woman grimaced as she stood from the hit she had taken, her hands trembling from the blood flowing down them now, the muscles cut cleanly, "I'll find it hard to hold a sword... now..."
"Anything you can tell me about your business here in Coreopsis?" Eric asked easily, "Anything at all before I kill you?"

This stunned the woman, her eyes widened in shock for a moment before she shook her head and smiled again, her sword dropping from her unresponsive fingers.
"Ohhhh," she said simply, "So that's why... Non, non, I know nothing - you want our leader for information - though he wont talk I think."
Making a 'Tsk'ing sound Eric turned away and let go of the sword, the thing floating back into the air behind him as he did.
"You can take your fun now, Oberon of Tartaros," he shrugged as he walked away to the wreckage he had created earlier, "When you're done I'll answer your questions and you can relay what you get told to Ryo, if you like."



[[OOC: She has about 50 in every stat but she can't use her arms so... do whatever. She can kick though and if you look into her eyes you wont be able to move (-25 speed for every second of contact) so RP as you like.]]
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Shorai wasn’t stupid; yes you may argue this fact since she has been following after mage’s far beyond her power when they are destroying the city but hey hear me out. What made the time mage seem as though she was stupid or naive was the fact that she was in a time not of her own with no memories, memories and things learnt throughout one’s life were what gave you experience and knowledge and so without them Shorai found herself doing things most would call ignorant or dumb. Now with this said and her current location roughly one hundred metres from two skirmishing mages of incredible she wasn’t doing anything to dispel such thoughts but don’t worry she would….soon.



“Well now what do we have here?”, a rather playful, mischievous and male tone of voice sounded out of what Shorai had thought to be empty space behind her and with a startled jump the mage spun around. Standing before her and reflecting back from her scared blue eyes stood a young man with red hair and whip like weapon in hand, “Oooh, even nicer from the front. Well now, what is a beauty like you doing in a place like this…hmmm?”. It was evident (although probably not to the women herself) that the man before Shorai was interested in more then just the words that would come from her mouth and the sad thing was; if he wanted ‘it’ then she wouldn’t have been able to stop him. That was the downside to being confronted by a man by so far stronger then you in all regards, luckily though he made one mistake that would allow the time mage her chance to escape. As the mage’s hand reached out to caress Shorai’s chin to allow him a better view of her features Mushu took his chance to lunge out and bite with all his might. Now you might be wondering; ‘yeah so what? Not like either of them could do much to the guy’ and you’d be correct. If the mage had been hell bent on having Shorai then she’d have been doomed. But luckily enough as she took the chance given to her to run like the wind (or well a moderately gentle breeze) the mage only turned and shrugged his shoulders with a sigh. “Damn, would have liked to have some fun with that later. Oh well, best get back to the party”, and with that said the mage leapt off to rejoin his fellow ‘people’ in bashing the crap out of the mages the woman had been watching.



That was close! After running for what felt like forever but in actuality was merely minutes Shorai stopped and crouched over with her hands resting on her knees, “Are they gone Mushu?”. Shorai didn’t really have to ask the small dragonette to fly into the sky and take a look around for the mages, he was already doing it as she spoke up. After a few moments of scanning the area carefully he flew down to the small potted shrub near Shorai and gave a noise she knew as his ‘it’s ok’ response. With relief washing over her the time mage looked around to see where she had ended up, it seemed to be rather quiet and peaceful since everyone had abandoned the area and with signs of people around that could be mean mages like that guy Shorai took a seat at a nearby set of chairs. A sense of frustration and disappointment created a slight frown on her face, damn she’d lost that mage with the hat. She still couldn’t figure out why she had even started following the guy in the first place; was it because he had leapt from the building ? Well that was strange but did it really warrant her following him? Perhaps it was the fact that he had magic she’d never seen before? Well that too was a good reason and when paired with the other one it made for more sense but… the most truthful answer was that something just seemed different about him.

Wow how much time had she wasted sitting there thinking? With a sudden return to reality as Mushu flew over to the table next to her and bumped into her arm Shorai looked up to spot someone running past, no way?! Was that the… same hat guy as before? Shorai shot from her seated position at the table and chairs and with all her speed ran out towards the middle of the street, “Umm, hey! Are you alright?”. Wait what the hell, why was she asking him if he was o.k?! Well I guess she had seen him get hit and knocked down by those other mages so it went without saying he was hurt didn’t it? Oh boy, why hadn’t she just stayed back there at the table and chairs. Standing with an expression and demeanor like she had just poked a lion and regretted it Shorai waited to see if the man would stop or if he would keep on going, he sure looked like he was in a hurry.
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Relyk had his hands tucked deep into his pockets, his peering out below the brim of his hat. Though, as he walked by the cafe, he couldn't help but feel as if something big were to unfold. Then, his attention was torn away. Oddly enough, it was the same woman who he had spotted before. She seemed a tad bit worried for his well being. Well this was strange, someone actually 'cared'? It was so shocking, that Relyk ended up turning to face her. His face was blank as he blinked quickly. "Oh, you mean from the incident earlier?" He looked down to his arms, only to gaze back to her. " I'm fine, I've suffered worse." He added, smirking faintly. His left cheek was bandaged, the tape popping off from his cheek due to the smirk. Though for some reason, the slayer had returned to reality and ignored the thing all together. His attention was starting to center back to the chaotic scene in which Eric had created.

Though, before he could pursue his course of action.. The same men from earlier could be seen down the street. Relyk turned, cursing as his mind went racing with possible routes. "Come with me!" Relyk whispered, attempting to grab Shorai by the wrist, and flee the scene. He was after all, in new attire. Hopefully they wouldn't recognize the two quickly speed walking away from the area. After walking further towards destruction number two, Relyk would break away straight down the street, pulling at the girl's wrist as he tried to look natural and unsuspicious. Though the other goons were fast approaching, so Relyk did the only thing he could. Once out of sight of the goons, he would advance closer and closer to the destruction until he was hidden in the rubble. There he noticed the torn up body, which was pretty gruesome and gory. "Don't look" Relyk muttered, adverting his eyes to the horrific scene in which Eric's battle had taken place. "What in the hell happened here.." The slayer thought as he glanced over to Shorai, his eyes low.

(Lightning: Relyk basically dragged you away towards the end of the street, went right and into the destruction caused by Eric.)
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To both Shorai’s relief and surprise the man turned around and didn’t look like he was going to tear her limb from limb for disturbing him, in fact one would have said he seemed rather friendly as he smiled and replied to her. He looked like he’d been injured but seeing as how he sounded alright and was saying he was Shorai decided not to worry about it, maybe she should help him anyway? Mushu was quick to fly to Shorai’s side as the pair initiated contact and he made it very clear that he wasn’t scared of the man by sitting on her shoulder with his wings out (to make himself look bigger). Something was off with the man’s scent but even the small dragonette couldn’t figure out what it was, perhaps it was related to what Shorai found so interesting about him? Part of Shorai wondered why the man was in different clothes then he had been earlier but before she ask anything about it or even reply to what had been said the time mage found herself being caught up in circumstances.

Relyk’s gaze ventured down the street past her and when his reaction to what he saw occurred Shorai found herself instinctually turning her head to look back, because of this she wasn’t aware that he was coming closer and she definitely didn’t expect it when he grasped her wrist to lead her. The initial tug caught the time mage off guard but after a few rapid steps to regain her balance and the usual shocked sound effects that followed she was on board with why they were running but not where. She’d seen the man from before entering the street when she’d looked back and she knew that he nor his friends were on good terms with the man holding her wrist; after all they’d attacked him earlier. While Relyk might not have been in the same attire as he had been when he was attacked by them except for the hat on his head Shorai most definitely was, and with her very ‘different’ and unusual attire and small flying creature hovering around her it probably wouldn’t have been hard for the mage that had seen her earlier to recognise her even from the distance they had been. The pair just had to cross their fingers and hope that the guy didn’t want to pursue his little ‘interest’ and had better things to do. Mushu took to flight as Shorai ran along with the strange man but so as to avoid drawing any attention to them or giving their location away the dragonette flew low and not above building height as he followed them.

Shorai wasn’t exactly keen to go stepping into rubble of a building that was still smouldering and she did pause with hesitation as the man holding her wrist tried to lead her straight into just that but after hearing the man’s voice from before growing closer the mage took a rather risqué leap of faith and followed him. “What are we doing again?”, “Just looking”, “Why?”, “Because, I thought I saw something….tasty”. A moment passed as the two mage’s paused outside the rubble where the pair were hiding and tension filled the air. Quickly though the mage with the whip like weapon sighed with frustration and turned away leading his friend with him at a considerable pace, “Damn, got away again. Let’s hurry up and get our asses to the others before we get lectured again”. Just like that the situation cleared and the tension in the air faded and it was as they left her sight that Shorai felt herself take a deep breath both in and out before looking Mushu who was sitting on her shoulder as per the normal.

When Relyk told her not to look Shorai found herself in that situation where because you are told not to do something that you want to do it all the more; and so curious as to what she wasn’t supposed to look at the mage glimpsed in the direction he had been looking. The sight wasn’t by any means pretty and the image of a burnt and cut up body wasn’t something she was going to look at again but for some reason Shorai didn’t find herself acting like most women would have done so. There was no scream or shout and there was no throwing up and crying to be had, instead she merely returned her vision back to the less ‘disturbing’ view of Relyk. Realising that she hadn’t undergone the usual ritual that was a greeting and introduction (Rakir always said it was important that you always give a proper greeting and when appropriate introduce yourself) Shorai quickly jumped to it despite the somewhat depressed mood of the man she would be talking to, “Hi, I’m Shorai and this here is Mushu. It’s nice to meet you”. With a gentle smile Shorai outstretched a hand to offer a handshake (one of the more accepted methods of a greeting that Rakir had taught her) and with a rustle of his wings Mushu adjusted himself to be giving Relyk quite the glare. Normally Shorai wasn’t one to talk much and that much was evident in how she hadn’t said a single thing the entire time she had been watching the man or being led around by him, a few words to catch his attention was about all she’d said so far.

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As Ryo turned he would only find a small child covered in ash and clothes torn. His eyes teary and from the looks of it on the verge of crying. Ryo froze in place not moving anything but his eyes as he looked the child over a few times and with out moving his head scanning behind and around the child thinking it mite be a trap. However as the boy started to cry his arms at his side, his head pointed to the sky, and tears flooding out from his eyes. Ryo would let go of the hilt of his chainsaw blade and look to his left. " Tch " he would say as he kicked a small rock the boy still just standing in crying.


" G'allram it all. " Ryo said in a huff as he walked quickly toward the boy and placed his hand on the boy head gently. " Quite ya'crying already, ya a'int got not'n ta' be crying about. " Ryo told the young boy and rubbed his head messy his hair up slightly. The boy slowly stopped crying for a moment wiping his tears away with his hands roughly. " Di-did you do this ?" The boy would ask still teary eyed looking up to Ryo. Shaking his head calmly back in forth while letting out a single low sigh. " Naw, I'm here ta' make sure they get a beat'n for it tho " Ryo would say as he lifted his hand from the boys head and made a fist and shook it.


The young boy would smile slightly for a moment seeming to be calmly down quickly. " ya gonna get thems? " The boy asked tilting his head to the side. " I'ma kill'em " Ryo would say as he started to walk away back toward the other blast sites. The symbol of Tartaros moving around with the breeze on the back of Ryo's Yukata. The boy knew all to well, Tartaros were the bad guys, but Tartaros kept away all the other bad guys or took care of any of those that did show up. Tartaros was a necessary evil of this trade capital and to the people they were better then most riff raff that could descend on their city.

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Oberon tapped his foot impatiently while Eric had his fun, "Come come now, you can't hog the victims- its not very polite you know" Oberon said in a bored sort of tone like he was waiting for his turn to get in the shower before his stronger roommate took up all the hot water again, or left just enough for a few seconds before it got freezing cold. This was the same sort of situation really, except Eric was certainly no roommate of his nor would Oberon have enjoyed the liking of having to regenerate limbs every other minute. Oh and you could tell straight away that there was no hesitation in that boys mind about any mercy or remorse- Oberon had a strong feeling that the only reason that he had not been killed by the boy by now was because the woman was too busy focusing on killing him and failed to notice Eric who instead waited until she was standing still, it was probably more so luck that he had spared him instead of common curtesy- he did have some manners though for a brat. Oberon hated kids honestly, they seemed immature and ssssooooooo easily taken advantage of when the need arose- if you promise them money they'll do anything for you, even give you the envelope of a target that you knew had discriminating photos that you could use to black mail.

He did have to admit though, he liked this kid.

Maybe it was just the surprising sting of his comebacks or the fact he seemed to embrace himself more than others, but Oberon could definitely grow on the boy if he didn't decapitate him when he was finished having play time with the whiney bitch. Maybe it would have been better if he brought a guitar, usually music seemed to be the universal recipient- or something like that i suppose. Oberon shrugged and kicked a small pebble around with his foot while Eric was busy beating the shit out of the basilisk woman who had frozen the blood mage earlier. Oberon looked up though once Eric said that we shouldn't look in her eyes, "No shit sherlock..." Oberon muttered under his breath before picking up the pebble and tossing it into the fire. He probably should have done something productive like maybe look for survivors to save or something like that but unfortunately he didn't really care enough to put himself in dangers for others he didn't know. "Could you at least hurry up?" Oberon muttered to himself again as he watched the carnage in front of him with an almost bored look on his face, this was normal to him, someone seeing pain like this didn't phase him anymore- after having to heal from so many injuries and wounds he had developed a sense for when things hurt- and things could have been much much worse, without a doubt.

Oberon stayed silent though when Eric passed by and simply nodded, he could tell that this woman wasn't important in the slightest to him and that he did not care for her fate or who was responsible for it. It was reasonable enough to Oberon who nodded and walked over towards the woman to exact his own personal judgement- he did not like being attacked and having no retaliation. Oberon made a note though to not look into her eyes and instead stared at her boobs which he pretended were he eyes- funny, usually you do the opposite of that sort of thing. A small smirk palyed across his lips before returning to the solemn and serious frown that had come before. This woman was ridiculously strong though, and with her arms he would have stood no chance. Oberon sighed as the woman jumped up and started spouting insults- how childish, she tried to resent her fate yet she attacked Oberon now without her arms? Oberon sighed and was disappointed in the woman, he was hoping for more of a challange but that option kind of died when Eric made her arms useless. Her kicks and movements were fast and strong though- but were somewhat predictable to a trained eye. She seemed confident that she could still defeat Oberon without arms, idiot.

In a minute the event was over, the woman lunged forwards with a kick but got too close to the blood mage. Oberon whipped his hand out faster than she could kick her leg and caught around two arcs of blood on her clothes. Which momentarily after crushed the skin and parts of the body it touched- mainly the chest and stomach- resulting in her collapsing. The tides had turned now though and it was the woman who was on her knees, Oberon sang the song she did to him and grinned a blood infested grin. Arcs of blood shot out from her body and were absorbed by him- draining her of the majority of her blood and causing her to faint. It took minimal focus for him to absorb from people these days- the stagger alone from his previous attack was enough to get a solid lock on her for a few seconds. And with that he finished the job by rubbing some of his blood on the back of her head, momentarily crushing that too- killing her. Now for the fun part, Oberon grinned and hunched over the corpse of the dead woman and eyed the crimson fluids oozing out of her. He took pleasure in his indulgence and drank some of her blood, it tasted sweet- like someone poured a spoonful of sugar in when Oberon wasn't looking. Once he was finished with his meal for the month, the blood mage stood up and calmly walked back over to Eric and Yovel who had also arrived.

"Thank You... I realize my...cravings, are somewhat unorthodox" Oberon said, although he expected the boy to understand, something coming off of him told the blood mage that this kid had seen far worse in his time- poor kid...crap now Oberon was envious. The blood mage blinked a few times, wiping the remaining dried blood off of his mouth before taking a somewhat more serious tone, "Well where should we start? How about what we do know- How do you know me? Did you cause all this damage- if so then why? Who was that woman we killed?.... You know what, how about i grab a chair and you just tell me what you know? Im sure it owuld be a lot easier than asking you questions, faster too" Oberon said before grabbing a half burnt wooden chair from the eplosions and pulling it too the dark mage. "Dont worry, you save my life and indulged my trivial pursuits- i won't incriminate with what you say... if you let me live that is Hahahahaha!" Obeorn said with a laugh, although he probably shouldn't have, "Tell me... what type of music do you listen too? I prefer rock personally, you look like a piano guy to me... piano guys usually are the most intresting of specimens, maybe thats why i play Guitar instead" Oberon said, mildly curious to the boy's response.

He had although been trying to ignore Yovel somewhat, ever since their last trial together on the Glacial Flats, OBeron had been resting and burning the damn letters that Yovel kept sending him. After pushing himself so hard on his path of death, he could still feel and remember the spikes form before in his mind even though his body had healed perfectly fine due to its increased regenerative abilities. Thus Oberon glanced over to Yovel and spoke, "Huh, and what are you doing here druid? I would have expected you to be on another trial" Oberon said in mild surprise before looking back to Eric, making sure to memorize everything he told him, he would need it if he were to get a firm grasp on what was going on... However, he was unsure whether or not the boy considered him an ally, and enemy that needed to be eliminated, or a child that needed to be taken care of- preferably the first option would have been nice, but just in case, Oberon tried to sit a little closer to the alleyway entrance next to the burning building should the tables turn and his presence is no longer welcomed. That would be a shame though, he was interested in this one, he was different than the others- he embraced the darkness yet rejected it, he walked the path of darkness yet pretended to dance in the light- and one who lived like that was one to take care of and be cautious around.
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Even as Eric watched the guy ahead of them do his business he sighed. It was so ostentatious, it was fairly annoying actually and he was quite bored, so even when Oberon turned around and asked all his questions, Eric simply shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands instead.
"Actually Mister Oberon of Tartaros, Yovel; I'm gonna head off for a moment and move on to my last place. If you want answers just wait a few minutes and then follow along - if you want to find me I'll be near the Founder's Bridge, you can probably find me by following the screams. Or the explosions. I haven't decided yet. Ja ne, Oberon of Tartaros." he winked at the man, "Yovel," he grinned at his friend, "I'll see you around - I'll fill you in on all of this whenever I see you next at the Guild Hall."
And with that he tensed his legs and ran off, leaping onto a nearby rooftop and rushing away. He had to find the last man of the trio, their "leader" he hoped -unless he'd killed the leader first which would have been awkward- and he had to do so before he left the city.




Even as Ryo comforted the kid about how he would 'kill 'em' concerning the people -really just Eric- who had done such horrible things to Coreopsis, a man watching from a nearby rooftop sighed softly and idly drew an elongated needle-like item called a dirk from his suit.
He was the kind of man you'd call a "Pretty boy" really, with soft delicate features and long flowing silver locks. He had bright silver eyes that were held in an apathetic gaze downwards and he was quite young with soft pale skin. Twirling the dirk in his fingers idly, almost boredly, he tensed his fingers then and snapped them outwards, the blade flying directly up into the air above them and he remained still, watching the boy and the other boy with the red-hair for a moment until, suddenly, the dirk blossomed in the back of the boy as though it had been thrown horizontally. With a cough the boy dropped, his eyes glazing over as the dirk in his back would be seen by Ryo, the silver-haired boy on the roof staring down impassively.




Eric cursed, loudly, when he finally got within range of the Founders Bridge and felt an enormous surge of magic before him, a surge that came from the site of his 3rd attack - the bank that this mysterious group had been aiming to take over the economy of Coreopsis with. The surge was accompanied by a shining silver column of energy rising into the air and Eric tensed his legs and ran faster, covering the distance between the bridge and the bank in seconds, moments even. By the time he came to a skidding halt he had his normal sword drawn -Akutenshi- and one of the five blades from his new glove in his other hand. Ahead of him he could see Ryo standing on the street near the crumpled form of a deceased child and on a rooftop in front of him, a shining silver energy rising from his body, was the third and final member of the trio he was here to kill.
"Hey, Ryo," he said with a wave, walking up casually with his two blades held low, "How's it going? I see you've met my target. If you want you can help me take him down and I'll explain everything that's been going on after he's dead if you like."
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Ostentatious? How quaint, at least Oberon wasn't as flashy as a guy spearing another guy repeatedly with spikes while he screamed for his life- but hey, everyone has their... indulgences correct?

Oberon frowned at the responses that he was getting from the boy. He had not answered any questions that had been asked, quite rude really- and quite infuriating. Although the dark mage managed to contain his emotions enough to not say things he would most likely forget later. Oberon zoned out from what Eric was saying for a while, he had chosen to somewhat disregard him- why should the feeling not be mutual? Thus OBeron listened passively and decided what to do from there. Eric decided to move onto the last place for now, which Oberon had no problem with since there wasn't a whole lot that he could do to tell him otherwise besides maybe just getting out of his way before h sped down the street towards wherever it was that he was going. Oberon just stood there and looked at him, the boy seemed rather insightful yet blind to his own foolishness, a hypocrite as well probably- if each had their own forms of sadist pleasures but berated the other than they were most bot definitely hypocrites... of course if OBeron said that to the little brats face he would get a face full of mace or spikes or whatever. Thus Oberon kept his lips, for the most part, sealed shut so that he didn't get injured in any bodily way besides maybe for the apathetic attitude that Eric had adapted.

Oberon did want answers though, and as much as he hated to admit it he was very much in the dark on this one- and the only way to fix that was playing whatever games that the boy had ins tore for him and the rest of the people he was involved with. It was a helpless feeling, similar to a cat playing with a ball of yarn controlled by a sadistic master- you could never be sure whether or not the ball of yarn would be pulled away gently form you or not, or if it was tossed at you angrily and injured you in the process. Eric could have been any of those types of people, but Oberon decided hat it would be prudent to believe that Eric was the type of sadist who used his power to fulfill a desire of sorts- or he was a goddamn drug addict who had some crazy ass magic powers or some shit, people thee days could do some crazy stuff from different drugs you know? Still, Oberon begrudgingly nodded at the other dark mage before speaking as he raced off, "Leave some for me, i wouldn't want you to have ALL the fun now would I?" Oberon asked before the boy raced off down the street to the next scene. It was a blur as as he ran, Oberon could barely keep focused on him s he streaked down the street like black lightning going across the city until it was finally out of sight.

Once he was gone though, Oberon decided to turn to face Yovel and see what he was doing. "Well that's my day so far" Oberon said, rolling his eyes a little at nearly being killed multiple times now and somehow developing a mysterious sadist bro-enemy relationship between him ad Eric who would probably forget about him the next day, and vise versa- he had more important things to do like working on his album or his next song, his band would go platinum ne day he knew it! Oberon sighed, "I've been just resting lately, that ice trial was brutal to me Yovel, you have no idea what it was like in there..." Oberon said, remembering the spikes cutting into his flesh repeatedly for at least half an hour or somehting like that. While he spoke though he started walking along the street Eric and sprinted down towards Founder's Bridge, a common enough place since the city was pretty easy to memorize once you traveled it enough. Oberon was very familiar with it by now since he had lived here after all for so long and was a local resident now. He glanced up though, maybe if they had Vits they could fly faster than they could walk but he somehow doubted that the green chicken could carry them both. So, Oberon walked in silence to Founder's Bridge, whether or not Yovel chose to follow.
Edited by Ravendark, Jan 24 2013, 07:24 AM.
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OOC: ffs Sal what's with the small story post?

Yovel was moving towards the other two and eventually arrived. It seemed that they had finished their matters with the person there and they were going to move on. Yovel kinda ignored Oberon for the moment as he wasn't sure about Eric's agenda. Atleast that Eric didn't kill Oberon at all. Moving to the other two, Yovel didn't want to think long complicated thoughts about everything around him. There was a difference between taking things for face value and being witful with the events and intentions of others. Turning his face from Oberon and returning the cold shoulder to his companion. Eric has provided his destination and his intent. He plans to move out to his last destination and proceed to take out targets and hostiles. It was good to know that his targets weren't people he cared about. All others were good as dead to him.

Yovel continued to follow Eric dispite his warning and telling him to wait for a few minutes before proceeding. Yovel wanted to see Eric in his full glory and power. That and Yovel was more than capable of protecting himself from others as well. Vits on the other hand wasn't and Yovel signalled to his son to stay clear as they continued forth. To keep up with Eric was something Yovel could never do. Instead, he enhanced his body's physical capabilities with Iikami. The glyphs that etched on his body allowed him to move through the streets faster than normal, but nothing close to Eric. As usual Eric moved faster than what Yovel could track, Vits would even loose track of the fast speed little boy, but no matter. Eric has provided him with the destination and visiting this place, he had a good clue on where the Founder's Bridge was. That and the potential screams coming from the area.

Losing sight of Eric, Yovel had another clue that would lead him to the bridge. A giant shining pillar of silver light. That was an obvious sign that something big was going to go down. It was still going to take some time for him to actually get there since he wasn't able to reach the spot in mere seconds. It was going to take another minute before he would arrive and see what the situation was. Either way Yovel prepared for battle. Even if he couldn't match Eric in any form or manner, he could atleast demonstrate more power than Ryo who was Tartaros' prime guild mate even if his physical abilities were weaker in comparison. Yovel then eventually arrived to the bridge and could see the source of the silver pillar. Eric was poised to ready and Yovel did the same. He prepared his glyphs to retaliate.
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In a short amount of time, a lot has happened. Mages were everywhere and if Tyf knew he was up for, he would have gotten to do it right away. Instead, he was still confused and he didn't know what to do. So he did what was the most logical thing to do (in his point of view at least) which was to run up ahead where the action was happening. Thanks to his rather problematic curiosity, he was about to get more than what bargained for, but he stopped when he caught sight of a white-haired maiden. It was from the moment he first laid eyes on her that he felt strangely uneasy. It was almost as if he had seen her somewhere. Could she be from the Westerway as well?

More attracted to the new find than what's happening around him (or perhaps he simply thought that figuring out her identity and her connection to what is happening at the moment would prove useful) Tyf went to look for the maiden. He was about to catch up her fleeing image when more explosions occurred, rocking the foundations of the city and more people were moving out trying to survive to the best of their capabilities. What madness has befallen Coreopsis to have turned this once fantasy and gorgeous city into the chaotic dwelling that it was today?! But ah! He catches a glance of her and he quickly moves away from the fleeing mob, jumping over fallen crates or destroyed patios so he could move faster and better.

He had intended to follow up close but then lost sight of her again. This time, he even lost his way around as well. But it didn't stop him. With some stuff exploding not too far, he turned around the corner and followed down the alley before he came to a dead end where he was forced to jump over the wall, scaling along pipes and then over a broken fence on top. He must have miscalculated the power for when he had gone over it, he had missed the landing, hitting his shin on a building frame as he came crashing down to the other side. He made quite a noise and a lame entrance with dust and ashes flying into the air. By the time he recovered from his crash as he lay on the ground of what seemed like a ruins of a structure, he was facing a corpse.

"Eeeeya!" He yelped in surprised as he fumbled trying to move away only to fall back down and this time he was now facing the roofless sky with two heads looking at his direction. He adjusted himself from lying on the ground until those faces finally stood correctly with gravity and his vision unimpaired. He had found her. "Princess!" he exclaimed but he wasn't even sure if she was the girl in his past of a tribe he knew in the distance land to the Westerway Desert.

TL;DR: concerns Shai and Madge
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