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The tomb stones barely seemed appropriate for a bright, sun soaked day like this. Against the backdrop of slightly swaying lime green grass, barely alive in the icy wind that howled between the graves. It was a solemn place, here at the edge of the cemetery where not even the crows took much interest; save to the old line of pine trees acting as both a wind break and their home. In the stark shadows beneath, etched into the ground below by the beating sun, something writhed.

Between the dapples of sunshine the red sand began to shift, left bare under the constant shade of the old pine. No trick of the now eerily still wind, the grains turned and rolled and stand upon one another; setting into places as if commanded by some unseen conductor of such finely tuned events. Like a puzzle building itself after a shake, the sand slipped each into their allotted space. Whether a trick of the broken light filtered through the ten thousand pine needles above or by some other phenomenon, the sand grains began to pulse between shades of red, black and gold. Slowly, at this secret edge of the graveyard, a shoe began to form from dust and forgotten sand.

In short succession a second was constructed next to the first, like a set taken off before the entrance hall of a home. Those stood there, colour settling into them as black and silver heavy set boots, the sand carving itself into intricate details over the sterling buckles and clasps. No sooner had they finished that the shoes began to fill, the sands swelling up, reaching out of them like tendrils; clashing and entwining like waves against the stormy shore, yet still the tombstones where silent and there was not a sign of breeze or external force. Same as before, the sands found their places and soon the heavy coat encased the form now standing beneath the tree, humanoid and heaving with each drawn breath as if not use to the idea of inhaling.

As the same invisible scalpels slice away the details of coat, wide brim hat and suit beneath, Illtist Fray gave a deep sigh, testing his new eyes with a cautionary blink. He'd been away when the Wo Shing base was attacked, and the destruction that had followed. All his experiments, all his work, compromised because of the petty ideas free will brought to these mortals. Testing his fingers, balling fists tight and then releasing again, he straighten out his coat and ran two fingers across what was now a black silk tie that had begun to flutter and the newly confident winds that had stopped holding their breath at the sight of sand moving on it's own. The sun light beginning to shift around him, Illtist had noticed he'd reformed in this universe quite far from where he had intended. He dug deep into one of his pockets, producing a red metal pocket watch. Ticking much louder then when tucked away in his pocket, Illtist popped the face cover and checked it, apparently able to read the bazaar collection of runes and figures displayed on the green LCD screen within. He grinned softly to himself and replaced the time piece to it;s resting place. Strolling out of the comforting shade, the sun light saturated everything in the hight of noon and his new clothing was no different. At an inclination of his brow, the materials took on a more matt finish, dulling in the bleaching sun. He hopped up onto one of the higher memorial statues that hung at the fringes of the cemetery and looked out over it's expanse.

"I've got some catching up to do, don't I?" He inclined his head left, one of his ghostlings phasing through the reality walls to greet him with a bow.
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Nickle was quiet as the sun lit the graveyard in an odd light. Things had gotten a bit out of hand as of late. Nickle had wondered where the time had gone, it seemed that his grip on reality was slipping. However that tended to happen from time to time. He'd lost focus on a lot of things as of late. Work at the arcade seemed to have just become menial. Well not menial, that was a the wrong to go speak about it.

Still, there was only one way for Nickle to stop acting like a zombie and that was to force himself to actually go and attend to some matters. They weren't necessarily top priority matters, but still he felt like they needed to be done. He stood in the cemetary, overlooking not one, but three tombstones. He had paid for them a while back and although he and the graveyard keeper knew there were no bodies buried beneath them, he felt that out of respect each one of these people deserved a grave, for they had each been a large part of his life. The names read as:

~Celestial Lewis~
~Sugar Ryuko~
~Kinclex Ryuko~

There were no records of any one of these three people being killed or buried, but that's how it often happened in Hyakuji. A person's name just seemed to fade into nothingness. However at least now, they would be remembered, at to those who had known of them. All three of them had vanished or faded away once the Heartless had attacked. Nickle stood over the tombstones, wearing a plain white-button up shirt with a black vest underneath, along with a pair of jeans and his favorite pair of black boots. He touched the Lightning Necklace agaisnt his chest, saying a quiet prayer and letting three small orbs rise up out of the necklace and float into the sky.

The only one he could confirm as gone was Kinclex, but with Celestial and Sugar, he would never really know. However, if he dwelled on their past, he would not be able to move forward with his future. He watched as the sparks floated into the sky and he felt a small breeze brush across his face. He immediately thought of Chizu. She was the way to his future and he wasn't about to trade that for anything.
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A spill skin smile stretched over Illtist's gray face. It was always this way in a cemetery. People where creatures habits, even if they were not their own. They absorbed them from preceeding generations like Yorkshire pudding. A buttery, emotional memory filled Yorkshire pudding with a deep rooted psychological truma gravy. It swelled up between the head stones and flooded the graveyard, pulsing through the memorials till it's familiar scent reached the planeswalker as clear as any fresh baked bread.

It wasn't long before he hopped off the statue he;d been perched and, strolling with purpose again, his Remnants filled the air; 4 of the ghosts forming themselves out of the Dimensional Coat ad floating off to scout the source of the disturbance. Creeping between the tombs with little need to hide, Illtist kept his pace relaxed, his shoe falls easy to detect. He never felt there was a reason to secretly pounce like some animal. We are all civilized people here, after all. It didn't take long for the Remnants to close in on their quarry; all 4 phasing out of sync with this reality to remain unseen.

Illtist followed shortly, standing far down the long row of grey markers, grinning deeping beneath the wide brim hat he sports. It was one of the many champions this world held in such high regard. Steel or Tungston or some such other name this kids took for themselves these days. Regardless of what he thought of the boy's name, he'd witness this one in battle, felt the eminations during the Heartless dilema and received reports from the final stand by the old Wo Shing. "Good day." rasped down the grave line, announcing his presences, while the memory golems began to close in.
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Nickle felt a sudden cold shiver up his spine. It wasn't often he got the willies, if at all. However something seemed to have just appeared out of no where to incite this sensation within him. The last time he'd felt like this was during the time he'd started to learn to see spirits from Hinata and Otoha. But that was already a year ago and he hadn't really come into contact with anything of the spiritual realm since. Well not including the Aeons at the tower that is...

Logic told him not to turn around, logic told him to just listen, to try sense what as going on so that he could then turn and move accordingly, keeping the element of surprise on his side. However, courtesy, surprisingly enough, was what caused him to turn in the end. Nickle looked around to find the owner of the voice who had greeted him. Nickle looked at the man before him. Tall, dark and imposing. He'd never seen this man before. His clothes were...odd, but experience told Nickle that judging a book by its cover was hardly worthwhile here in Hyakuji.

"Good day to you, um, sir." Nickle felt compelled to not look away, like some unseen force was holding him in place. Was he getting shy to speak? Was this man...unsettling him? Maybe it was just the fact he was being greeted in a graveyard. "S-so, do you have any loved ones here?"

Stammering!? Nickle hadn't stammered in years...
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Illtist's grin widened beneath his wide brim hat, silvery teeth to capture and shine in the white out of the midday sun. "Loved ones?" Turning to run his fingers over the warmed top of a nearby tomb stone, Illtist gave a chortle at the notion. "No," he spoke with a slow drawl, contemplating the thought as he spoke, "perhaps in another time and place. From my obversations loved ones leave too distinguishing a mark on the soul." He looked to his side, not at Nickle, but pasted him and, to inexperianced eyes, off at the distance. "Don't you think?" His expression, however menacing beneath the shade of his hat, was one of comfort now.

What Illtist was really looking at was the Remnants, now as far from the oher gentleman as Illtist himself. Their ghastly forelimbs slithering into mishapen blades as long as machettes, writhing and curling with anticipation. In their outphased forms the Remnants barely brushed the Prime plane, but still they exterted a palpable pressure of will and intent on senses that Illtist barged on the other man chalking up to the restless spirits of a graveyard.

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There was a hidden edge to this man, Nickle could feel it. Even if that was the case however, the man didn't seem to wish any ill-will on Nickle, at least not at the moment. Then again, Nickle probably had an edge to himself that he was unaware of. Looking back, he'd made quite a formiddable reputation for himself and as such wasn't always aware that he might be scary or imposing to some people, like the students who's powers were still developing.

Letting himself focus again on what the man said, Nickle found himself nodding. "I suppose there is some truth to those words." Nickle could really relate to it. Not one, but three marks were on his soul, surrounded by several other stains when it came to people he'd cared for and they simply left or vanished. Nickle then added, "But, you can't not have loved ones in this world. That's just how humans work after all. Besides, for the time you do have them, it's worth having the memories of the good times you shared with them. Even the bad experiences teach you things for the future, so it's all worthwhile in the end."

Nickle couldn't see the Wraiths, at least not yet. He ws still feeling uneasy, but his mind clearly wasn't were it should have been.
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Giving the conversation it's due gravity, Illtist paused for a moment and for one eerie moment nothing moved. Not a bird chirped nor the wind even stumble; even the distance cicada held their breath, all the natural world a knee holding onlooker in the heavy heat. Gravel crunched beneath Illtist's heavy black boots, silver buckles and details glittering as he turned to face Nickle once more. As his weight shifted over the loose stones, he withdrew one of the countless fob watches from his waist side pocket. Made of red steel and bindings of leather, he consulted it's hidden face. "Ah, isn't that the crux of the human's predicament?"

Illtist sucked on his tongue, giving a deep sigh of thought while replacing the watch. Looking at the boy before him was like staring at a river mouth, knowing full well what lies at the end. Something convulsed and slumbered there. The simple talk of memories and lose make it squirm beneath the surface of Nickle's mind; an angler's lure to the Remnants that drew closer. "But you are correct, no one can exist without the input of others. In fact, people are quite integral to my field of study. Without them, and their loved ones, my work would come to a stand still!" Illtist gave a jovial chuckle, the notion of a world without people most amusing to him. The laugh was meant more to put Nickle at ease, though Illtist's bedside manner could hardly be called comedic.

"I am terribly sorry about all this." Illtist spoke like an over rehearsed play. There was no sincerity in his words, devoid of their purpose. He was simply speaking as one was expected to do so. He'd dealt with the emotions of people for a long time, and he knew that like a machine human minds were lubricated with the concern of other's. One of the Remnants drew up but a yard from Nickle's back, while the other three stayed hidden low behind the surrounding tombstones. It raised it's cleaver arm, an invisible executioner waiting for it's master to drop the order.
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Nickle felt as if time was standing still. He felt the weight of...of...exsistance around him. He knew of this weight, more so because he was often a cause of it. It was a parlour trick of his, saturating the air with electrons to make the air thicker and make everything seem more intense, more heavy. However couldn't really compare to what was happening now. Who was this man? And why was Nickle feeling compelled to stay as oppossed to running?

Calm down Nickle, stop over reacting...
This man had done nothing wrong. Suspicious looking yes, but that made excuse to condemn him, not yet anyway. Perhaps all these years of battle, suspiscion and what not were getting to Nickle. He didn't exactly want to leave yet, not because he wanted to stay speaking with this man, but because he didn't want to say goodbye to those he came here to see in such a rushed fashion. Besides, since when did Nickle ever run from a fight, let alone a slightly awkward situation? Nickle swallowed, looking back at the tombstones for a moment while he heard Illtist speak of his profession.

"Field of study? Are you...some kind of psychologist?" said Nickle, looking back at him, his eyes slightly lidded due to the sun. The laugh was somewhat reassuring, but the chills running up and down Nickle's spine had gotten worse. Nickle's lidded eyes shifted to being narrowed as he spoke his next set of words? "Sorry? Sorry about what?" Nickle didn't move, but his muscles reflexively tensed. The man hadn't done...well hadn't done anything except talk since he'd gotten here.

There was no one else around and Nickle would have caught if there was another pressence somewhere about. What was the strange man saying, more to the point WHO was he? Nickle closed his eyes for a moment, before looking toward Illtist dead on, "Who are you, exactly?"
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Wide grey eyes flexed at Nickle's question, he was surprised that wasn't the first thing he'd asked and for a moment the breeze returned; like the natural world giving a gasp. Removing the sun shielding hat; he gave a low bow, "I am Illtist Fray, alchemist, scientist, magician, artist, Planeswalker and former member of the Wo Shing Society." He drew back to his full height quickly, his grin a menacing curl on his face as he replaced the hat, the gesture sucking the life from the air again.

"And I was sorry for not formally introducing myself before this:" as Illtist gave word the Remnant behind Nickle phased back into the Prime Material and brought down it's heavy set cleaver claws; hard as steel and rippling like a sideways chainsaw, right down at either shoulder. This attack was not to inflict any grievous damage to the man, but trailed with the memory tearing powers Illtist had developed. The pain would be the same, the damage far deeper then just destroying Nickle's body. It would be just a taste of the boy's memories.

As the action began, the trap was sprung and the other three Remnants phased into reality and darted forth, each a cloud of formless drills, maws and claws ready to join in the feast should Nickle be easily felled by the surprise attack.
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Nickle's eyes widened at the mention of the name, "Wo-Shing!?" He kenw that there would be a couple of them skulking around, but he had never even heard of this man. Thanks to Kinclex having been in the organisation, Nickle knew more than most people did about some of the members. He knew of Eiji's subordinates, such as Seth Devaros and even that his old freind, Mayu Kagono, had once dabbled in the various activities Eiji did. However this man, Illtist Fray, was a mystery for him that needed to be taken care of.

That was all Nickle really needed to know.

That would have to wait however, as th Wraith behind Nickle reformed. Nickle felt his stomach sink. He'd been feeling uneasy this whole time and now knew exactly why. But how? When? Nickle had even barely begun to look around before the claw slashed down on his left shoulder. "Gah!" he said, moving forward in reaction, but feeling the damage being done. That attack...had taken more than just the wind out of him. It felt as if it has phased through Nickle and slashed away a part of him. What it was he...he didn't exactly know, but he knew it was missing.

Now fully aware of the situation, or at the very least Illtist's intentions to damage him, Nickle was able to retaliate against the Wraiths. Nickle's electron field, which normally was dormant, was as alert as he was. His hands extended to the Wraiths on either side of him and fired off a Thunder Pulse. The closer the Wraiths got, the better chance the bolts had of curving and homing in on them. Nickle hadn't forgotten about the one behind him and the one still charging, oh no.

For those, as soon as the two bolts left his hands, he brought them together before raising his right fist and slamming it into the ground, causing a massive pillar of lightning form, with a radius wide enough to take out anything in close range to him. "So Illtist Fray, I can understand why Eiji wanted you from your credentials, but what are you planning to accomplish now that Wo-Shing isn't around?"

Had this man been there when the base was being attacked and if so, did he just stand by and watch it burn? Where his connections to it that strong even?
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As the Remnant's blade tore through Nickle's essence, that single moment of impact echoed outwards on a multiversal level Illtist read like a phone book. He witnessed the end of that river: the raging torrent ocean of memory. Deep and vicious as brine on a fresh wound. It made him terribly satisfied to think he came across this wellspring purely by chance. Or did he? The energy about Nickle, it fed Illtist's...unique physical formation, an Nickle just showed the Planeswalker why.

The thunder claps shook the gravestones, forcing the natural world out of it's stupor; a great gust of wind howling out from the skirmish as Illtist's wraiths where instantly vaporized; screeching as paralysis washed over their twisting bodies before each dropped in a heap. Illtist still gave a wide smile. "Wo-Shing is but a means to an end. They greased the cogs of this world and made them work to my designs. Now? I intend to continue my work, as I always have." Illtist turned on his heel, stepping around Nickle in a large circle; keeping the distance between them equal as he passed between the granite markers. And all around Nickle, the broken forms of the Remnant's began to stir.

"My Great Experiment must continue." He stepped behind one tombstone, disappearing and reappearing at another, still taking his circular pace around the lightening caster. The dispatched Remnants, shredded from the blast of raw power that had rocked through them, slithered back to their master with bullet speed; darting instantly into the Dimensional coat. As they nestled back into their allotted places, Illtist's eyes gave a glow of enlightenment. "Soooooo...you're the Elemancer Nickle Ryuko. Ooooh, what's this?" The Planeswalker breathed in sharp over his palette, tasting some new and deeply foreign flavour. "The adventure, confusion, misery and loss. Oh ho ho; Nickle Ryuko. You are like wild fruit, rare and ripe." Speaking with an invigorated fervour, he passed by another tombstone, passing back to his original position. Flicking out his left hand, fingers blurring and black sand swarming over from his wrist, digits meshing together till his hand resembled a three pointed lance, bolted and welded at the joints, the three claws squeaking a metallic chime.
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Nickle had dropped into a fighting stance, not taking his eyes off of Illtist, but not rushing to advance either. Nickle knew absolutely nothing about this man or his powers, but he could tell that he was as dangerous as Eiji, if not more. Not perhaps in the physical sense, by now Nickle would be knuckle deep in blows and blood. However that wasn't the case. From what he could tell of the situation, the man wasn't a combatant, the fact he had used those things to attack him gave him that notion anyway.

The next thing Nickle knew was that he attacks were highly unconventional. Magically based for certain and meant to damage from the inside out. Nickle watched as Illtist slithered around teh graveyard, appearing from one place to the other and forming many more Wraith's as he did so, prompting Nickle to keep his eyes more readily alert. The Wraith's that Nickle defeated moments ago seemed to still be alive and slithered back to him. Nickle couldn't know what was going on without asking the man to explain his powers...

Are these things a part of him? Or just some creatures that he can control? What's more he seems highly adept as using space and matter manipulation on himself and other things.
Nickle's theory was confirmed when Illtist formed a weapon out of some strange black sand that resembled a steam-punk version of Nightmare's arm in Nickle's opinion. Nickle stood there, having heard every word the man had said and finally decided to speak. "So the Wo-Shing were just a tool for your experiements," It sounded all too familiar, like lIllian Arion, "But what exactly is this great experiment of yours? What are you trying to accomplish?" It was then that Nickle heard his final words. How did the man know his name? And what could he possibly know about his experiences.

"What are you playing at?"
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The howling winds died off, giving place to the early noon heat. Illtist's coat tails, however, flickered with a life all their own even as the heat hazy air stilled. The coat flared as more Remnants swirled off like reels on a spinning chair, each rising behind his shoulders and darting around Nickle to stand as equal a distance as their master. They bobbed with a childish glee in their rust yellow eyes, just torn slits in the memory fabric they were crafted from.

"Does the blue mouse intend to understand the maze before reaching the cheese?" Twenty of the ghostlings now hovered around the graveyard, still more tearing away from Illtist's form at his legs and arms, sneaking and shifting behind grave yard alters, passing just under waist height with the hope of moving undetected. "How is your shoulder feeling?" Illtist cocked his head with curiosity, "Does it still burn like ice? Have you regained feeling yet?" He posed his questions like a medical examination while the Remnants fidgeted, drawing their claws and knife like appendages over one another that they sparked and screech.

"Does it make your blood run cold that I know your name? here I thought teachers at Hyakuji High were smarter then that." He pursed his lips, hoping his knew knowledge would throw Nickle off the task at hand. In Illtist's experience, people wanted to understand what assailed them. To him, this could be used as a distraction, an opportunity to be taken advantage of as any weakness: the human urge to know. He inwardly chuckled at the thought, noting for the first time the gathering storm clouds brewing at the forested edges of the vast graveyard.
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He wasn't attacking yet. He was forming an army of those things. They shifted form relatively easily, but the way a single Thunder Pulse could destroy them was reassuring at least. Illtist was pretty confidant of himself, reffering to Nickle as a mouse. Still, villians had an arrogant streak within them, it just manifested in different ways. He was mocking him, trying to distract him by making him focus on his shoulder, "Much better actually. I was just surprised. I've taken worse than that."

Nickle could still feel the pain, however he'd learned how to shrug off pain, at least while still in the midst of battle. Nickle smirked at what Illtist said next. He still thought he was a teacher...he didn't know Cerium had filled the position for him. So he wasn't all knowing. That was a flaw he could use. "I'm not surprised you know my name. Practically all of Hyakuji does. I'm interested in how you know it. I've met someone like you before," Nickle was of course thinking of Lillian now, "She always thought she held all the cards. She was very good at playing with people's minds. Maybe Eiji mentioned her to you at some point? The thing that was really blood chilling about her was that at least her information was accurate."

Nickle grinned, "I'm no longer a teacher boyo. So I'd be careful about any other information you have on me. Besides, even if you won't tell me what your game is, given enough time I'll figure it out." And the best way to learn about something was getting right down to the nitty gritty of it. Nickle's body suddenly surged with electricity, before 5 bolts shot outwards, 2 from his hands and 3 from various sections of his chest. He then split these bolts and aimed 9 of them at various different Wraiths, with one heading for Illtist.

He wasn't about to let himself be outnumbered.
Edited by Nickle, Jan 10 2011, 01:19 PM.
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While the Remnants flowed, sneaking below view between the head stones, busying themselves with some unseen business now; Illtist gave a surprised look when Nickle corrected him, but beyond that did not look too disappointed. He gave a grin at Nickle's chide. Base insults were to be expected. "Well I'm so glad you've been co-operative about this." Unseen mechanisms worked in Illtist's body as he prepared the last part of his experiment. He had a theory about this Elemancer's power, and soon he'd get the chance to prove it.

"You really think I said that to show off? The best part of trail testing it patient feed back." He chuckled deeply, his grin stretching at the edges of his face, like something monstrous breaking out. He'd kept Nickle's attention focused on himself, and that was all he needed while his Remnant's had worked. As the electromancer prepared to attack, Illtist readied his gambit. He raised the massive claws he'd formed earlier as best he could and then shifted his form into splitting them open to reveal the copper lance claws held within a rubber casing of his hand that ran through to the copper wires his sneaking Remnant's had been sent off with. They'd only half managed to coil them around the tombstones closet to Nickle, but the effect was magnificent.

Nickle's power and aim was flawless, the Remnants he'd shot at each being dispatched like clay pigeons; their limp balloon bodies slinking back to their master soon after. Illtist had hoped the boy would attack him as well, and as that bolt was launched, the natural course of nature was to arc directly into the copper lance claws, directed through the insulated course-way and into the collection of wires concealed behind and flowing from Illtist's back to the tomb stones. They crackled with the massive shock, even divided and insulated Illtist was burned all up his arm from the blast and his body shaking as he tried to hold his stance,the redirection forcing the majority of the power into four tombstones around Nickle. The 30000 degrees (that's Kelvin mind you) of raw energy caused the simultaneous detonation of the stone markers, splintering granite and limestone shrapnel all around and at Nickle like a barrel roll in a minefield. Dust and rubble filled the air thick, the remaining Remnants clattering their weapons and diving into the plume of smoky debris, intent of reaping the rest of Nickle's memories under the black grey screen while Illtist nurtured the damaged to his new form, his coat sleeve ripped apart and smouldering burns along his arm, rendering it useless in paralysis for the time being.
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