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Topic Started: May 4 2016, 03:41 AM (648 Views)
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An night out in Skid Row was never a boring affair. In a city where smog turned the days dark and neon lights made the evenings the brightest time of the day, Skid Row offered the highlights of a lowlife's, well, life - shady casinos, countless bars and lounges, clubs full skantily-clad men and women, each looking for welcome regulars and naive guests, folks desperate to distance themselves from a life of misery, looking for but a minute of feeling alive. In the midst of hoodlums and hookers, people from all walks of life passed through Skid Row - workers, officers, men of law and men of crime; all were equal under the neon lights. In the safety of the dark and behind the veils of walls, though, gruesome acts went on as they always had.

As it was for men, so it was also for beasts.

Rats and cockroaches brazenly roamed the streets, fattened by the toxic fruit of the land, fighting one another for scraps of food or even their dead and dying brethren. In dark alleys, packs of flea-ridden mutts scoured the trash cans for their next meal. Monsters of tooth and claw remained deep in the basements of more than a few buildings, fighting for their lives and their master's glory.

In a city where a mid-sized rat could feed a family of four, a small black cat was of interest to no one. Just as it preferred.

Traveling through the busy streets, the black cat dodged men and mounts alike as it made its way through Skid Row, stopping for a moment to glance upon the newest addition to the glorious neon displays - a bright pink sign, an advertisement for a freshly-opened club for gentlemen.

The cat purred in amusement; there were no gentlemen in Dandelion Sector.

The lithe feline continued onward until it arrived at it's destination - a cardboard box nudged tightly between two trash bins, its inconspicuous appearance hiding a surprisingly clean interior. With a joyous meow, the cat pawed open the entrance, and leaped into its secret abode.
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Stay the course.

A night out in the city of Dandelion typically meant trouble. Either you were pulling licks of larceny and burglary, shooting up beneath the old bridge, wasting away in the red light district, or doing something equally as bad and malicious. It hadn't been that long ago when the hooded thief had ran along the Thieves Highway, the crude boards and planks that connected the buildings together in an enormous sprawl, had done just that. Whether it was the fortune in a Baron's vault or the head of a wanted man, he had been relentless a relentless predator stalking the night.

He had only been a child then, both in mind and body. He thought he'd find his destiny in a vault or at the safe end of a sword, but it wasn't enough. Soon the boy's wandering feet guided him away from the city. He wandered until the soles of his boots were paper thin, venturing to lands near and distant, foreign and familiar, always hunting, always searching for destiny and belonging.

But then he returned. He was a man now. Not so different in body nor complexion, but his eyes spoke of wisdom, fire and brimstone, and love and peace. Oh how they spoke of the things he'd seen, and how it had all changed him. When he realized that the place he belonged to, where he could define himself, was here atop these dilapidated city all along, it was like a kiss with your first love. Sweet, tender, and something you want to cherish and protect til time immemorial.

Now, he had other things to protect. His guild -- a place he formed for people like him, those who had spent their lives searching for purpose until, finally, he had given them one. This he wanted to protect more than nearly anything else. However, they were still too small, too few in number. There were more like them, youngsters who needed a roof over their heads and a place to belong to. What better place to find them than in Dandelion, a very city who creates them byh the day?

And so the man went, stalking the rooftops and alleyways as he had done before, but not to hunt down prey or fortune, but to protect and recruit. A night out in the city. Just like old times.
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A cat went in the cardboard box. A few moments later, a gelatinous ooze flowed out.

Though just a viscous pool of green fluid, the slime moved surprisingly fast; though no one around seemed to notice, the ooze flowed out of the alley, making a beeline straight for a building across the street. Easily mistakable as a simple case of some waste substance being spilled, or just an overflow from some improperly-kept container.

What might have drawn suspicion, though, was the slime's behavior after it passed through the street; stairs were no problem for the ooze as it gathered itself up and bounced step by step up the stairs, disappearing into the building.

A couple of minutes later, a nearly-spherical blob of green rolled out onto the roof of the building. Thanks to the various placement of bright lights, the slime had an almost shiny appearance - thank goodness that particular roof was all but devoid of people.

Rolling up to the side of the building, the slime's body twisted and stretched as it pushed a folding chair out from its position next to the wall, opening it up and setting it in place to overlook Skid Row. This same slime then rolled over to what appeared to be a heap of old appliances, opening the fridge door and pulling a bottle out of it with what could only be described as the skill and speed obtained from an old routine.

A few more moments, and there it was - a slime, sitting on a folding chair, slowly consuming a bottle of root beer as it wiggled and jiggled in all of its humble sliminess.

It took mere moments for the slime to finish its drink, and it threw the bottle over its - well, its body - and behind, waiting for the sound of glass smashing against the wall.
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Stay the course.

Artorius leaped across a rooftop before landing on another, where he then stopped and perched over the corner, crouched down low with his body perfectly still like a stone gargoyle statue. His head turned on a swivel, with his hazelnut-colored stare glancing down upon the landscape below. It was the Skid Row, a notorious place filled with liars, beggars, and thieves, more so than any other spot in Dandelion. Or, at least it was more overt about it. Everyone from beggars to barons came to the Skid Row seeking seedy entertainment, or to profit from those who were too stupid and too drunk to have loose pockets, making them prime targets for pickpockets to come here. Artorius remembered walking all the way from the Orphan's Row, the city's slums, to this place solely to steal from drunks and addicts.

It was because this place was a microcosm that it was the best place to search. He'd done it as a thief, as a killer, a vigilante, and now just a man trying to save kids from themselves. His eyes kept scanning, head turning to position his ears, taking in the cold, filthy air that smelled faintly of raw sewage. Then, a particular scent caught his attention -- magic.

Most didn't know, but magic held a particular scent. Unsurprisingly, fire magic smelled like brimstone when it burned, but its activation was dry like tobacco or tea leaves. But there were other peculiar ones. Invisible barriers reminded the man of cloves, ice was like chalk or mineral, floral magic like sap and resin, and metal was like oil or lubricant. The one that he picked up initially first smelled like dust and dander. A cat. Artorius had seen it walk along the alleyway, moving into a small box, before a second scent from the same source flew into his nostrils that smelled strongly of powdered seaweed. Then, out come something else entirely -- a blob of gelatinous ooze colored in a shade of glittering green.

The ooze began to move, rolling and twisting its way up the side of a building, before setting up a folding chair. Its body then stretched to open a fridge and drink a bottle of root beer, though how exactly it retained the root beer or what orifice it put it in Artorius couldn't tell. What he did know, however, was this thing was distinctly human, acting with exclusively human characteristics.

Artorius moved from the rooftop onto the one where the slime was, making his landing and footsteps known, though he could have silenced with next to no effort. Approaching, Artorius stopped a fair distance away, before he turned his back on the blob and put a cigarette in his mouth. "So, what else can you turn into?" Artorius spoke with interest, though he hid it behind a mask of indifference in an effort to make the conversation seem like idle chit-chat than something of greater interest.
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!!!

One could almost see the surprise as the slime heard an unfamiliar voice emanate from its right, or perhaps it was just the fact that its body shot up and writhed in a most ungainly manner. Footsteps - footsteps were everywhere in Skid Row, and the sound of a particularly rowdy couple of guests at the bar below the slime's hiding spot was more than enough reason for it to ignore those first few sounds. But this?

Oops.

It didn't even get to hear the sound of shattering glass from the bottle it threw, the slime was so surprised by the human voice. Bouncing while it wriggled, the slime darted behind a conveniently-placed stack of wooden crates. A moment later, a human boy emerged from the other side of the crates, standing there right next to the door. One could forgive him for staring in silence - with all the lights and the hubbub below, anyone could almost miss the silhouette of a man's back, and it was only the smoke emanating from the cigarette that diverted his attention back to the other newcomer on the roof.

It took a few moments for the boy's eyes to adjust, and a few more before he opened his mouth.

"S-Sorry, man, Did you say something?" The boy asked aloud, one hand on the stack of crates and the other on the handle of the door. He wasn't sure whether to stay and talk, or to make a run for it - the other newcomer's back being turned towards him most certainly was a confusing sign. He'd almost think that he wasn't the one being talked to, but judging by the amount of other people on the roof, that wasn't a likely option.

Somewhere in his head, the boy prayed that this second fellow was perhaps just drunk, or better yet, one of those many madmen on the streets, the poor folks who'd lost one too many bits of their sanity dealing with the underbelly of the city.

"You talking to me?"
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Stay the course.

Artorius turned his head and watched the slime-thing through his periphery. Its movements and mannerisms were utterly bizarre, occupying a place in the uncanny valley as it acted and moved like a person, only without all the proper appendages. Even a talking animal behave as they would otherwise, but as he watched the slime move and shift in surprise like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar, Artorius was sold on the belief that it was a mage. Though, he hardly needed the confirmation at this point as, a few moments after, the slime shuffled behind a stack of dusty crates and emerged a boy.

Remaining seated but nonetheless turning to face him, Artorius cast a measurative stare towards the young man. Short, wiry and thin, with a cherub face, he cast a clear aura of youth, though the boy couldn't have been less than four years his junior. Peering through the mess of wildly flowing hair on his head were a pair of eyes filled with mirth. Through this sole glance, Artorius accurately concluded that he wasn't a native of this city. Children who grew up here had a much colder or sometimes feral look in their eyes. This one still had a touch of innocence, mixed in with something else. Mischievousness? In spades, but there was something strangely off about the boy.

Artorius didn't linger on the thought for long, pushing it aside as the young man spoke. "Well, there's no one else around here, is there?" the man said with a half-amused smirk hidden behind a cloud of cigarette smoke hanging off his lips. "The name's Artorius. I make it a habit to know what happens in this city, and you... You I don't know. So," he cleared his throat. "It's obvious you're not from here. You don't have that look in your eyes. Plus, that bottle you threw? Anyone from here would know not to throw it in an alleyway."

The alleys in the Skid Row were notorious for having thieves and muggers waiting in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike anyone ignorant enough or weak enough to use the alley as a shortcut. This came as no surprise, but what might was that the bottle of root beer the young man had thrown hadn't struck concrete or brick. It didn't shatter, hitting only with a dull thump on what sounded like the head of a bald, and now very angry, scar-faced man whose companions were now only beginning to realize where the bottle had come from.

"I imagine you have ten seconds before they climb the fire escape up here."
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The red-haired boy winced as he took in the news, his right eye visibly twitching.

"Ooh, and here I'd thought I was blending in pretty well," the boy remarked, though he didn't sound quite as worried as most would when hearing of an angry gang about to come and beat the living daylights out of him.

Then again, judging by his actions, it wasn't the type of worry that came from experience dealing with such folk either - the boy, instead of making a run for it, grabbed the nearest crate and threw it in the same direction he threw the bottle. Judging by the sounds it made, the crate went down a flight of stairs or so before hitting something- or someone?

As if that would deter him, as he threw several more crates over.

"Well, thanks for the tip, man!" The boy said, an odd joviality in his voice. There was very clearly a door next to him, but instead he faced the wall closest to Artorius and ran straight forwards as if the escape was that way. "Don't exactly know how to repay you, but let's keep this just between us, can we?"

Making a beeline straight towards the wall, the boy leaped in midair as he was about to ram the dirty gray structure, visibly about to collide headfirst-

Splat!

A collection of ooze struck the wall, splattering like any normal viscous blob and covering over a small part of the wall before gravity took over. As the splattered slime trailed down and parts of it puddled onto the floor, one could almost see the slime's outer surfaces picking up bits and pieces of whatever was around it, moldy bread pieces and half a shattered glass bottle.

It bore a remarkable resemblance to any nasty mess, but was uncannily similar to, well, human vomit.

Several bubbles foamed up and popped from the side of the thing that hadn't pooled to the bottom of the wall yet. As the popped, the slime- talked?

"Oh, RigHt, the Name's NeOs, or jUst Neos For SHort!"
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Stay the course.

The boy up and darted away, heading outward to find himself a path of escape. Choosing to take the quickest and shortest path, the boy fearlessly dove off the roof. It seemed foolish in all honesty, but foolery is only a hair's width away from bravery, diffrentiated only by one's success. And with no sound of crunching bones or cries of pain, Artorius surmised he was successful. There was only a sound of a comical splat in its stead, and a scent of seaweed gelatin accompanying it too.

Artorius was vaguely amused by this, but moreover, he was more interested in how he moved, especially in how he had thrown those crates so easily and effortlessly. He had training, skill, and strength too, and though he was reckless it was backed up by a combination of those abilities and his magic too. The boy could prove useful to the Guild, but Artorius didn't pursue for fear of scaring him off more than he already had. Perhaps, in time, he would come around and understand Artorius' purpose. But first, there was a problem he had to deal with first.

The men, who had suffered at the hands of a peculiar weather malfunction that caused bottles and crates to rain down upon them, were now beginning to stir to liveliness, and were now, albeit groggily, climbing up the fire escape to the rooftop. Artorius was there to meet them, greeting each one with a generous offering of fists and feet and a few strong words of advice to never come to this city block again. A time ago, he likely would have bled them dry, but much of those folk were either merely stupid or ignorant, which was hardly a good reason to die for.

Luckily, they were smart enough to heed his advice, for on the next day, at exactly the same time, Artorius was there waiting for the boy and the little gang was nowhere to be seen.
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"Meow."

Arriving onto the side of the roof from a nearby balcony, the same little cat showed up once more.

"Oh hey, you're here agai- meow."

With a graceful leap, the cat jumped onto the mini-fridge before falling behind it, from where the same red-haired boy rose moments later. He had an awfully cheeky grin on his face, but at the same time, a note of concern in his eyes.

"Hey hey hey, thanks for yesterday!" Neos chirped, as he reached over and practically planked himself atop of the mini-fridge, his somewhat ungainly posture unrealized in his quest to open the fridge door from behind. One way or another, he succeeded, pulling out two bottles of sugary soda, far too sweet to have been made legally. The boy popped open a bottle, throwing the other one in Artorius' direction.

"I sure didn't see you here before yesterday, and I've been here all of...a week, I think? Yeah, a week, unless you count the- actually, don't count it, never mind." Neos somehow managed to carry a conversation both ways by himself, without sounding like he was explicitly crazy. "Say, are you sure you want to stick around? I mean, it's nothing personal, but you know- I'm not exactly going to recommend hanging around me, especially since it's been a week and if my guess is right I'm due to-"

What was that?

A noise echoed through the area, a sound not quite unlike that of a piece of paper being ripped - that same sound, but magnified a thousand fold.

Neos' grin turned into a grimace. "Ohhh boy, here we go again."

Everything went black.

Neos woke up.

Water, that was the first thing he noticed. The sound of water flowing freely, loudly- a waterfall, maybe? It was a waterfall's sound indeed, but judging by the intensity of the noise, definitely no waterfall that he'd ever been near.

The second thing Neos recognized was the soft feel of moss and wood on his back.

"Well, shoot. Not again, I barely got used to the last place!"

With surprising calm in his voice, the red-haired boy rose to look at his surroundings. For one, he had no idea where he was, and judging by the layout, there wasn't anyone to ask - this was, what was it? An island? A citadel? A city? Whatever it was, it was a wreck. The smell of overgrown flora mingled with the feeling of decay, and Neos turned and looked to see himself in the midst of some grand wreckage, the likes of which he'd never seen before.

Well, at least there was one somewhat familiar thing in the midst of it all.

The man, Artorius, no more than a few feet away from him.

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Stay the course.

Artorius met the young man as he had the last time -- atop a rooftop, with a scenic view of this slum of a city, with the stench of sewage emanating from steaming manholes. And then, in the blink of an eye, a terrible sensation wracked his gut like a bag of bricks haphazardly swung at him. The feeling of his guts being twisted was worse than his worst hangovers, more nauseating than being caught in a storm at sea, and although it wasn't as terrible as that one time he ate some bad shrimp in Midi, Artorius nonetheless found himself resisting the urge to retch. Luckily, he held it in like a champ and quickly grew thankful that his diet largely consisted of cigarettes.

As the world finally ceased its incessant spinning, Artorius narrowed his eyes to force them to focus. The sound of rushing, flowing water quickly became explained as his slitted eyes observed a myriad of waterfalls, each rushing down exceptionally hard. It briefly reminded him of the Taiji Falls which he had meditated under, whose force was strong enough that it took immense concentration and strength to keep upright. From the sound of these foreign falls here, the force would either break bone or tear flesh from bone, leaving it soft and chewy like a chunk of oxtail in a nice stew. Artorius' stomach lightly rumbled, going from nearly vomiting to hunger in a matter of seconds. A man's stream of consciousness is a strange thing indeed.

There were other things to worry about other than food though. Namely, "Where in the hell am I?" Artorius said, taking a few sniffs of the moist air. One thing was certain -- it was no place he'd ever been. But amidst the air, one thing did catch his attention.

The kid.

Artorius scrambled to his feet the second the boy spoke. He hadn't been here, but he it sounded like he knew what was happening. Just as quickly as he went from nausea to hunger, Artorius was assuming that Neos was responsible for this. Accident? Intentional? It didn't matter, Artorius needed to know why, which would possibly explain why the Dragon Slayer was now lifting the young man up by the collar of his shirt.

"What did you do?"
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