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[Arc Part 1] Searching for Belle
Topic Started: Nov 26 2013, 10:08 AM (482 Views)
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Bringing Peace to the Dead Arc


Finn had finally arrived in the Dandelion Sector. The horrible slum full of thugs, gangsters, drugs, and harlots. The young adventurer had wandered into many places, but he knew to stay clear of this area. The whole place was completely third world and danger lurked around every corner, whether it was drugs, poison, or muggers, Finn had to be cautious in the Sector. But his eyes did not waver or cower in this area, despite the peril that this slum was known to cause. His once wandering eyes that were clumsy had become determined, engaged. This is because there was something he had to do.

Finn tightly held the recorder that caused him to find such a thing. He walked straight with his head up, which took some balls to do in a place full of mobsters. Finn was in his Dragoon armor, which was modeled after his step-mother's maiden name, which was also Dragoon. It resembled a Dragon-humanoid. He also had his sheathed sword, Xletro's Wrath, strapped to his back. Overall, Finn looked more menacing than his more common, innocent, adorable look.

The blonde teenager wandered around the Sector. Each "building" was almost like rubble, the whole Sector just seemed like a huge ruin filled with people. Many of the buildings in the area looked like they were still under construction, even though they were already finished. Some buildings had wires sticking out of them and others didn't even have a ceiling. Children were playing around but not with toys, with real sharp weapons and loaded guns and Finn watched as a child shot one of his friends. Finn flinched at the sight of it and took in a few deep breaths before calming down.

His beautiful blue eyes shone with resolve, but it also had fear. In all honesty, the Sector scared him. He didn't want to die, not before he found the woman the man in the recording was searching for. Finn sighed, he had to get over this horrible fear before it consumed him. So Finn thought about something sweet, something amazing....someone amazing.

"Rosa...." Finn let out of his breathe. Finn's late girlfriend, who was his first love, only to be killed by lightning. Finn was almost finished with coping with her death, but the thought of her smile and the few moments they had together before her untimely death still stung.

With Finn distracted, a few muggers saw the opportunity and pulled out their knives, they pushed him against the wall and hissed with their poisonous voice, "Give us all your money or we'll cut your throat."

Finn, although very innocent, suddenly flashed out in rage and kicked one of them to the opposite wall, he then pulled out his sword and taunted, "Sorry boys, mine's bigger than yours."

The young adventurer knew he was outnumbered, he couldn't possibly take them all on, but he had to try. One of them attempted to swing their knife at Finn, but he countered their attack with a headbutt and then knee to the genitals.

Another mugger had successfully punched Finn across the face, knocking him down, also the recorder fell out of his hand.

Then, the recorder started playing, the voice of the late Markus Lupin started playing. His voice new to most, and possibly familiar to other passerby's, and as the recorder started playing, Finn was also getting attacked by the muggers, getting punched and assaulted by each of the members.

"H-h-h-help!" Finn yelped as he was getting beat up, hoping that some of the witnesses would jump in to aid the young adventurer
Edited by Sith, Nov 26 2013, 10:11 AM.
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Humans.
Ever since a few months ago, Kurui had ceased to be able to view Humans as people. Or rather, it had become much, much harder for him to view people as they truly were. His demonic blood, recently awoken in a particularly violent and angry manner, had covered his whole world in a figurative red veil. A bloody, hungry, violently demonic veil. His first instinct had gone from reason to violence, his second from understanding to reason, and his third from violence to pure, wanton destruction. Humans were...different to demons. To Kurui, at least. Humans were... Well, food. Their blood was the sweetest of nectars, their flesh the tenderest of morsels, their bones the crunchiest of snacks. They talked, they loved, they fought, they laughed, they cried, they killed, the lived, they died. That was what a human was.
Food.

So, Kurui's exact reasoning as to why he, a reluctant partial cannibal, was walking in the midst of a very, very crowded and sketchy sector of Dandelion, where killing someone and disposing of their remains was quite literally one of the easiest things to do, of all time. All it took was a little nudge in the wrong direction, and Kurui could very well end up causing a bloodbath, drinking in the blood of the bystanders. A few kids looked especially delectable to the demon inside Kurui, while what remained of his humanity and innocence either puked, or contemplated suicide during and after every pang of hunger, urging him on to hunt. It was a miracle no one had been killed by Kurui yet. But there was a reason, quite a simple reason, as to why Kurui was in Dandelion.

He wanted to go there.
So he went.

And it was there, as Kurui was walking amongst the rubble that was the streets of Dandelion, gazing upon the people and resisting the urge to sink his teeth into the neck of a human, that he saw the first signs of conflict breaking out. Except, rather than the commonplace green-on-blue beat-downs, there was an armored figure that was quite clearly a "red" amongst "greens" and "blues", having the shit pummeled out of him. Which was fine, really, since Kurui would just end up killing them all and drinking their blood if he tried to help. So he turned his head away from the spectacle-

-Until he heard Markus's voice.
"If you're reading this, then I'm probably dead."

Without a second thought, Kurui drew an arrow from his quiver, knocked it, aimed, and loosed the shaft, releasing the projectile and sending it flying downrange. It sunk into the chest of one of the thugs standing around the fight, watching, and floored him. Was he dead? The hanyou didn't care. Where there more thugs left to shoot? Yes.

I lost her a long time ago....12 years ago I think... her name is Anabelle Lupin. Taken by bandits... I've been trying to find her for those 12 long years and I've finally found some evidence. Found it in Dandelion Sector...god...fuck out of all those places there... I swear if she was..

He knocked another arrow, aimed, and loosed it. Sank it into the skull of another man, moved on to another target. Took the arrow, drew the bow, aimed, loosed the shaft, killed the man.

"I'm sure it's her, so if your looking for an adventure, to kill some time, or to bring peace to a man who has been damned, Find her. Bring her home."

He ran forward, shooting another in the thigh with an arrow. He kicked the man, sending him sliding backwards for about five meters, right into the arms of some more of his buddies. Surprisingly so, they supported the man's weight for a second, their faces angry. Raging, the man who had just been shot and kicked reached down, in an act of stupidity, to pull the arrow out.

"My name is Markus Lupin. And if you're listening to this...then I have failed the most precious gem of all back home...family."

"Boom."

And the man who had the arrow shot into his thigh, his two friends who had supported him as he fell, the man who had been standing a meter away from that guy, and another unluckier being who was quite simply too close, were engulfed in a fireball five meters wide in any direction. The thigh flew off, blasted into bits, as it rained blood and gore and fire and ash down on the alleyway.

Kurui turned a blind eye to those who survived, plucking out the arrows that he had shot, and turned to the man who had been beaten up. The boy, actually, judging from his scent. He raised a foot, and pressed it down on the boy's chest, pinning the guy to the ground rather painfully. His tails reached around and bound the guy to the ground, pinning his wrists and his left ankle. A bow was raised, aimed straight for his face, with an arrow knocked and the bowstring drawn.

"There better be a very, very good reason, as to why you have that recording." He snarled, his eyes a demonic shade of red, his hair and skin splattered by the blood and gore, his teeth sharp, his throat thirsting for blood.

It wasn't the face of a savior. It was that of a demon. A monster.

"And if there isn't one, I will kill you. Skin you. And then eat you."

His eyes showed that he meant it.
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Tsura turned the street corner, revealing, surprise, surprise, another street. The 13 year-old stoic dawdled lazily along the dangerous Dandelion sector with little care for her surroundings. She quietly sucked the straw of blackberry juice box, her half-open eyes gently surveying her surroundings. In the early afternoon sun, the ruffled houses that barely held themselves together with corrugated iron and makeshift supports, looked desolate; not even hospitable. Tsura wasn’t tired as her legs barely lifted themselves off the cracked pavement, she just couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort to walk like a normal person. Because it was pretty warm for the time of year, Tsura wore her red shirt and grey shorts under her bright, but not reflective, white cloak, the hood covering her lilac-blue hair and eyes from the beating sun.

Her concentration, or lack of, broke abruptly with a familiar feline yowl emanating from behind and between her legs. A quick look behind her confirmed that Blair, Tsura’s beloved kitten and best friend was walking behind her, looking up with her bright yellow eyes and novelty witches’ hat, Tsura knew she was hungry but only sighed. They couldn’t stop here. The Dandelion Sector was very dangerous and she couldn’t afford to underestimate the people that call it home. She keeps her juice to her face and eyes straight on the road as scattered civilians walk about, talk, be generally rowdy. Tsura, to a weak person, was a formidable opponent; but not even the Lamia Scale mage could take on a multitude of people with nothing to lose and weapons. Tsura lifted Blair to her chest as she threw away her juice box, the kitten meowed gently and licked Tsura’s hand as it strokes her head.

Tsura’s track of thought, once more, was interrupted by something that caused her normally blank eyes to shoot open in recognition, fear and anger. The crackle of fire burned the back of Tsura’s mind, her thoughts barred from the reason of her abhorrence, she decided to investigate.

As she cut a few corners, forcing her body to skip or more appropriately trot, a scene stood before her like an oil painting. The beaten, bloodied corpses of three men lay on the ground, one arrow protruding from each man. But that wasn’t the sight that made Tsura stop dead in her tracks. On one side of the street, blood outmatched the dust as seemingly every piece of scenery was covered in at least a spot of the still warm fluid. Body parts and organs littered the floors and Tsura swore she could see part of someone’s intestines hanging from the rafters. The view was traumatising, but the gore itself didn’t bother Tsura, the hanging, invading smell of burning hair and flesh tore into her subconscious, making memories best left forgotten resurface. In the middle of the street were two men, one was blond, looked terrified and distraught; the other looked demonic with a gruesome sword notched onto the other’s neck. The bow that caused the ranged deaths was hung around the second man’s back. For a moment, just a moment, she could see the hints of animal ears and a tail. But that didn’t matter to her. Because she saw his hands… and the smoke that rose from them. She stared at the demonic man with a mix of emotionless rage in her bland, purple-y eyes. If he confronted her or even acknowledged her, she decided to attack.

Snow blazed around Tsura as her transformation took barely a second to be completed. And what stood in place of the thirteen year-old, but a hooded figure with a feeling of evil radiating from the shadows that held the ragged cloak in place. Wisps of cold breath were all that remained of Tsura as she allowed the Ikiyo to take over as she piloted from inside her mind. The robes revealed nothing of the figure, just that what was inside was hidden behind unnatural shadow and for good reason. It moved slowly, taking one, footless step at a time towards its opponent. If he tried, rather rashly, to attack the Wraith with his sword, he’d be sorely mistaken as it simply stands, the blade not even cutting through the robes. Regular arrows would penetrate the robes, but wouldn’t do much other than clatter to the floor afterwards. The explosive arrows would cause damage to the robes, revealing a set of bones behind it. In any case, the Wraith then picks up speed and slammed it’s bone palm into the man’s temple, pushing him back. The Wraith didn’t pay attention to the cowering child on the floor, it’s nonexistent eyes on the man in front of him. The damn fire mage. His move.

Meanwhile, Blair the Kitten decided to explore a barrel that smelled of fish and, for once, contained fish. She feasted nearby as the tenuous occurrence occurred.

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Getting your ass handed to you by a bunch of lowly muggers sure was embarrassing. Well, it's not exactly surprising there was a gang of muggers waiting for Finn considering he was a fully fledged knight now, well a private at least. He was originally winning the fight, but somehow they tripped him and now were stomping on him like a bug, his armor was absorbing most of the damage but with their relentless kicks, Finn couldn't get up. He was pinned to a corner.

The recorder had started playing, with the voice of a dead man echoing through the streets. It didn't seem to catch much attention, the citizens just kept walking with that gloomy look on their face. But who could blame them, they lived in a slum dominated by crime lords, no one was coming to save them. Oh nuts, oh nuts, oh nuts. I don't wanna die here! I was just about to go on an adventure to save someone. You've got to be kidding me....I can't die here...

That's when the whizz of an arrow thunked into one of the mugger's back. He screamed before falling onto the floor, writhing in pain. Finn's eyes widened with horror and awe, someone was saving him. But Finn had mixed feelings about this. From what Finn had heard, no one usually tried to save people in the Dandelion Sector. And this man didn't look like he wanted to save Finn, the man...well, kitsune's, eyes blazed with contempt and bloodlust. It was like he wanted to kill them. The blonde watched as he quickly drew another arrow and let the arrow loose into the next mugger, killing him.

Finn noticed that something was driving the hanyou. It was more than just bloodlust. It was...melancholy? It seemed like the recording beckoned him to save Finn. Like he was the key to something new, peculiar, something dangerous. Each arrow he shot, it seemed in synch with the recording, firing each arrow at the end of Markus' sentences. Finn was curious of what his past interactions with Markus were. Hopefully nothing bad, or else Finn might get skewered like the rest of those muggers.

Once the half-demon had taken down all the thugs, Finn was about to express his gratitude when he was suddenly pinned by the very person that had saved him less than a second ago. Finn winced as his body crashed against the wall. The hanyou's tails bound his wrists and ankle, he was immobile. Then, he aimed an arrow at Finn's face.

"Oh come on....seriously? I just like...got beat up..." Finn silently whined. He was genuinely scared, this guy was serious about eating him. And last I heard, people getting eaten doesn't seem that nice, so yes, he was frightened. But Finn had to stand his ground.

"L-l-l-look, I found it in a pillaged caravan. I saw it on a guy's deceased body. I was curious okay? When I heard the message, I just had to help him...you know, rest in peace, if you believe in that...fox...man..sir..." Finn said honestly, but he couldn't say it with conviction.

Finn took a few deep breaths before regaining his confidence and saying with a more serious tone, "I'm just trying to rescue a girl that needs saving. This guy obviously loved his sister enough to ask for help, even if he took it to his grave. If I can't rescue this girl and let him rest in peace, I wouldn't be able to live with myself," he paused for a few seconds before asking, "why, who is he to you?"

Before the hanyou could answer, a girl, who suddenly transformed into a type of ice-lady-demon-thingy, suddenly shot out a blizzard at the fox-man. Finn watched as the two looked like they were about to get in a big duel. But he had to focus on the one reason he came here, to find Anabelle Lupin.

Suddenly mustering a huge amount of confidence and resolve, he butted between the two and suddenly started scolding them, "HEY STOP IT! I don't know who you two are. But if you guys somehow hate each other for some bizarre reason, kill each other somewhere else, because by the name of the big guy up there, I am tired of watching people trying to kill each other! I'm trying to find the sister of a dead man who was captured at a young age. Now, bad people are doing who knows what to this poor lady and the brother of this woman can't do anything about it because he is dead.. If you two are going to fight...."

He took a deep breath before yelling, "DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE!"

And when Finn was finished with his letting all his frustration out he put his hands on his mouth and muttered, "Awww I'm going to die now aren't I..."
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The boy looked familiar.
Or rather, he was a familiar face. Undoubtedly so. It was both strange, and strangely fortunate, that Kurui had managed to recognize the features of the boy that he was currently pinning to the ground, using both tails, feet, and a very, very sharp arrow nocked in a drawn bow pointed at said boy’s face. Faintly, Kurui managed to recall the events that had taken place in a few short minutes a few long months ago, in the streets of a bustling city, where a boy, a girl, and a hanyou managed to bump into one another in the middle of the road. A few words had been exchanged, along with a few half-hearted insults and threats, and then the three had parted their ways.
It had been so long ago, or that was how it felt. Those events, though short, uneventful, and altogether unimportant, had taken place before Markus came knocking on the doors of Fairy Tail.
Before Kurui, Kain, and Yenene had gone out of the Guild Hall to search for those in the same shoes, and to protect those that could’t defend themselves.
Before Kurui’s demonic blood had awakened in full, taking control of Kurui’s physical body and creating something that was a little less than a monster, yet too much a beast to be a human being.
Before Kurui drank the blood of a human.
Before he had enjoyed the flesh of man.
Before he had attempted to sink his teeth into Kain’s neck and rip out a mouthwateringly-tasty chunk of flesh.

Before the demonic hybrid had distanced himself from his Guild, his friends, and started wandering the lands of Fiore.

They weren’t pleasant memories, but they brought up a sense of nostalgia and longing that only served to act as fuel to the fiery rage Kurui harbored. Which was why it was such a fortunate, life-changingly smart decision the boy had made to talk about where he had gotten ahold of Markus Lupin’s parting words, and how, albeit the little whiny bastard complained about being beaten up a tad bit too much before speaking.
And so for the time being Kurui was silent, contemplating. Though their time together had been short, it had been an eventful time, and there was still a certain amount of unspoken respect for the news that a friend of his had died in strange lands with no one around to stand vigil over his body. Demon, human, or a hybrid between the two, it didn’t really matter when one was sad.

Kurui opened his mouth, closed it again, and drew a short, sharp breath in response to the boy’s, Finn’s, question.
Was Markus Lupin a friend to him?
Debatable, but the reality leaned towards that spectrum.
Was he a comrade? A brother-in-arms?
The guy had died, but they had fought together, and had there been the time and the right reasons, Markus Lupin would’ve joined the ranks of Fairy Tail.
Had he been a good man. A respectable man?
Yes.
Was he missed?
Yes.
The hanyou opened his mouth once more, ready this time for his answer.
”He was a, well, a friend. He-”

He didn’t get the chance to say anymore, to give additional words beyond those few that he had already said, seeing as the newcomer to the bloody, grisly scene of death, destruction, and fire, the girl which Kurui had tried to ignore but ultimately failed at ignoring, tapped into her magical reserves, changing her form. What had once been a delicate, slim, and altogether quite tender-looking figure of a younger girl was now that of a spectral creature, the footsteps that should’ve been there but weren’t and Kurui’s general grasp on how Takeover magic worked, such as the example right in front of him, giving him exactly enough information to know what to do about this newcomer, and how. Not much of a reason, other than the fact that she was undoubtedly a threat.

He turned around, aimed, and fired the arrow, pushing the boy-knight aside and to the back as he did so. Demonic blood and being a murderer aside, Kurui had no wish, nor any reason, to cause any more harm to the boy he had only just been threatening.
The arrow flew through the air, speeding towards the spectral figure. Only it didn’t part the space in-between demon and poser to be wasted on what was probably not a human form with human weaknesses and vitals. First rule of using explosives detailed that the splash damage would still damage the target nicely if they were within range, whilst the second rule dictated that a direct hit would serve to finish off a single target at most, unless the rest were packed together tightly.
The arrowhead buried itself in the cobblestone road, not but a few centimeters in front of the spectral figure, the newcomer.

”Smolder.”
The whisper gave birth to a roar as the magical link between voice and destruction, user and used, was connected with that single, quiet statement. The explosion, the ten-meter wide fireball erupted from seemingly nothing, destroying a good part of the road, and by no doubt affecting the spectral figure who had so-cunningly moved exactly in a straight line to fight Kurui in close quarters. It only ever made shooting the sucker easier.

And then, of course, the boy knight had to spring up, run in-between the two, and yell loudly for the fight to stop.

Kurui sighed, chuckling grimly as he drew another arrow and nocked it, not yet bending the bowstring but fully poised to blow someone, or something else, away.
”You might die today, might die tomorrow, but I won’t be the one to kill you, Finn. It’s up to this girl over here who decides to come and make an attempt to fuck me up whether we continue fighting or not. I mean, I want to help find Markus’s sister, him having been a friend of mine only being part of the reason why, but I’ll be damned if I’ll take a random fight sitting down and let someone else hit me.”

He inhaled and exhaled, calm and controlled, for once. The demon inside of him had no interest in eating a pile of whatever was hidden by the cloak, after all.
”Your move, Mage. And best be making the right one, else this arrow will be blowing apart that ugly mug of yours.”
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Tsura, or rather Ikiryo, walked forward taking spectral step after spectral step. The girl inside the void of the Wraith’s skull aimed only for the half-demon in front of her. Suddenly, she heard the notching of an arrow and the embedding of said arrow into the cobble one step straight from her; before she could react, the demon whispered something intelligible from the range and a blazing explosion manifested. The scorching heats burned through her protective cloak, but did little else but singe the bones underneath.

Despite Tsura’s inner terror the Wraith, arguably the physical personification of Tsura’s rage, continued to walk straight through the fire; remerging through the red and orange cloud almost completely unharmed. However, before the Wraith could counter attack, the boy... or knight... or someone, burst in between the two fighters, trying his utmost to defuse the situation. In her mind Tsura was thinking the man-boy’s request through and forced the Wraith to stop advancing. It obeyed.

The half-demon archer then made his speech about wanting to help someone called Markus’s sister, which made Tsura metaphorically double-take; maybe this fire mage wasn’t as bad as she first assumed. He then seemed a lot more human as he told Tsura that it was her move. Her move indeed, she thought through her choices:
If she continued her assault, the chances foretold that she would win; lest the knight joined the demon... If she backed down, she would remain unscathed and learn a bit more about the situation. With a non-existent sigh, Tsura summoned the cyclone of snow once more, having it dissipate much quicker, it revealed the young form of Tsura with her arms wrapped around the chest of her coat with a sour, albeit expressionless look on her face.

She was visibly glaring at the Hanyou, still very bitter about his magic and incendiary attacks on her person, in fact if anyone was perceptive enough, they would notice the tiny tears formed in her eyes. The truth was, she was very, very scared. She put herself in an extremely vulnerable place but decided to trust the honour of the half-demon. She stood silently, carefully watching both men as the following events unfolded, unless directly asked a question she remained unresponsive, answering by pulling her chalkboard from her coat pocket and scribbling the answer in white chalk. However if Kurui were to interact with her, she would glare furiously at him and refuse to answer anything for him.
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