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Post by ebony on Aug 28, 2010 20:55:11 GMT -5
we're only human separated by our thoughts so hang onto them or you'll find you might get caught The first district which was the location of the shops and where most people wandered for most of the day. It was the safest region of the town. Probably the reason everyone thrived in this small place. Ebony walked into it through the doors that lead into the third district directly. She was one of few who ventured to the third district without second thought on a day to day basis. Her black hair was tied back with a simple dark strand of velvet ribbon and she as usual was walking around armed and ready for a fight.
She had a bit of dirt on her from rolling around on the ground while fighting off some of the eager black critters that wanted a taste of a heart of a innocent bystander. As her feet thudded on the ground as she walked across the stones that made the walking area of the first district she flipped her bangs from her face and walked around smiling at the people who walked past her she headed towards the steps that were next to the mailbox and sat down.
Ebony had extended her training longer than she normally did the heartless didn't want to give up and kept coming but as soon as they had let up and seemed to back off she left. She had never seen them so active before. Not with her anyways. As she sat there thinking she propped her head on her hands as her elbows rested on her knees.
Huffing a breath blowing her bangs from her eyes she began inspecting one of her daggers as if it was the most interesting thing she had seen. Which it wasn't she just needed something to focus on while the cogs in her head were turning.
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Post by possimember on Aug 31, 2010 14:13:07 GMT -5
STORM stumbles through one of the shop doors, shaking his head warily. God, he needed milk! After some of the memory-less periods he had, he felt like he'd drunk a billion gallons of alcohol. Raising his head slightly, his blue eyes squinting against the light, he saw.. nothing. Then a screeching sound filled his ears and he tumbled to the ground, having been knocked over by a Shadow Heartless.
Swinging his fist forwards he knocked away creature, before drawing his silver sword. Must have an infestation in the shop; would explain why there's no owner. The shadow lunged for him again and he swung the blade cleanly through the 'neck', the head being detached from the body before the being quietly exploded. Several other Shadows appeared to eye Jun warily, before advancing forwards.
Pulling his revolver from his pocket he neatly loaded four bullets into it, the revolver being a double shot. Allowing a burst of magicka to flow through his cool glove, which shined a blue as he did so, the bullets infused with magicka, meaning they could harm the Heartless. He raised the gun and pulled the trigger twice. Two bullets each slammed into the creatures, which both exploded into a pool of dark liquid.
The fourth and final Heartless attempted to take out his legs from under him, but he was having none of that; he clubbed it on the head with the butt of his gun, before impaling it on his silver shortsword. Sliding his weapons away, he kicks the body away as it dissapitates and then exits the room.
Even with a hangover, Jun was a killer.
Muttering a swear as he entered back into the harsh suns' rays, he looks around. People were gazing at him in awe; they must have heard the racket inside the shop. "The shop's cleared out," he says wryly, in a mocking 'exterminator' accent. A fat middle-aged man with balding, mousy brown hair approaches him as if to thank him, hand raised, then retracts it and walks straight past into the shop.
"Grateful bastards," he mutters again, before almost tripping up over Ebony. Stumbling slightly, his hand instinctively goes to his sword, his head again pounding. song - last summer, lostprophets |
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Post by ebony on Aug 31, 2010 14:29:39 GMT -5
we're only human separated by our thoughts sohang onto them or you'll find you might get caught Ebony ran her fingers through her black, pink striped locks and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear she had hear commotion coming from one of the shops and was about to stand up and go towards it, but it quickly fell silent. Silent enough to hear a pin drop to the ground if one were to drop one.
As she went to push herself up from the steps that she had occupied as a current seating arrangement she heard someone approaching from behind and turned to look to see who it was and to move out of the way, but before her head even made it to look over her shoulder she heard the sound of stumbling.
She instantly sprung to her feet. To first see if the person was friend or foe then see if said person needed help if they were friendly. The catch of glimmer from the corner of her eye caught her attention and she spotted the man going for the large sword.
Ebony felt a little under-armed but to her daggers and a whip were enough. She didn't need a big flashy weapon to get the job done. Quickly arming herself she watched the man closely. He was unfamiliar to her so it only spiked her precaution to him. Dagger in one hand other hand on the whip that was attached to her belt loop.
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Post by possimember on Aug 31, 2010 14:47:33 GMT -5
STORM unsheathes the sword and points it at shoulder height out straight, towards the girl's neck. However upon seeing it was a girl, he begins to lower his weapon, before noticing she had pulled out dagger and whip. Holding his sword still and gazing at her face intently to see if she was a threat, a small smile creeps into his face, his eyes lighting up slightly.
Seconds later, he lowers his sword. "My apologies, ma'am. My head is pounding and I don't usually trip over anything unless it's a Heartless," he explains, with a pained roll of the eyes. Scratching at his head, Jun steps away, as if to go; but something caught his attention. This girl also had the natural instinctive reflex of a warrior.. if her armory was a little under-the-weather.
He hadn't talked to anyone personally in a year... yet something about this girl made him want to change this. He bows his head in apology, his white hair falling and framing his face, covering his eyes. |
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Post by ebony on Aug 31, 2010 15:11:47 GMT -5
we're only human separated by our thoughts sohang onto them or you'll find you might get caught Ebony continued to watch him intently. Eyes focused unblinking and weapons at the ready, She tilted her head to the side slightly at him smile. OK he had a dagger pointed at him and a girl with a whip who wasn't afraid to use it giving him full attention and ready to attack, and he was grinning. That struck her as odd but she saw him lowering his sword, She kept her weapon on him watching him carefully before she slowly lowered hers.
Keeping her full attention on him just in case. She watched him as he spoke, She gave a small nod and tucked her dagger back into her belt next to its companions, tripping over heartless? that was a new one.
"Well normally I don't plop down on the nearest thing that can be considered a seat, Where I can become an object to cause someone's tripping. Heartless are a bit riled up today. More so than what I've seen in a fair while."
She spoke as she relaxed slightly but at the same time stayed completely on guard as she asked while tossing her black hair from her face and quickly tied it back with a strand of black velvet.
"I've not see you around here before? Are you Passing through?"
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Post by possimember on Sept 1, 2010 4:05:36 GMT -5
STORM nods at the mention of the Heartless being riled up. The way that Shadow had lunged at him in the shop.. he shook his head, before allowing his muscles to relax completely. He was safe with this girl, for the time being. He crouches down and sits by her, his head
(being beaten against the rocks blood)
pounding from the his latest excursion.
"I've not seen you around here before. Are you passing through?"
Jun sighed, scratching the back of his head. People usually asked this, and then a couple of weeks later he would never see them again. However, lately he could feel something in the
(darkness)
air; it felt like change was coming. So perhaps he would remain acquainted.
"I guess so, in a sense. I'm Storm," he says, still refusing to give anyone his real name. What leads on from a real name is personal attachment.. and in this world, attachment was a personal sin. "Heartless killer and.. I guess you can say hunter," He grins again, "must be the reason the buggers are riled up today."
As if to prove his point, a single Neoshadow Heartless pops up several feet away. Instinctively he raises his gloved hand, and a red ball of intense fire glows in his palm, before shooting outwards with a hiss. The Fira strikes the Neoshadow in the head, and it explodes in an instant. Despite his slight guilt at killing the creatures, thinking they must have a heart to be alive, he always had fun watching them die.
"Guessing you live here, then..?" He asks, smiling kindly now. He didn't want to come off as an ass or anything... though occasionally he did appear to be if he had introduced himself by pointing a sword at someone's throat. |
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Post by ebony on Sept 1, 2010 14:48:33 GMT -5
we're only human separated by our thoughts sohang onto them or you'll find you might get caught Ebony plopped back down on the steps leaning again the railing and looked at him as he spoke, She looked around the small area before her and listened to his words, She replied as she gave a nod to his statement,
"Well nice to meet you. I'm Ebony. Oh you think its riled up here take a stroll to third district its really getting wicked out there. But then again by the looks of your current state I would advise not going there. I just came from there and it took awhile before the let up and I could leave."
She seen the shadow from the corner of her eye and quickly withdrew a dagger from her belt and sent it at the heartless. About the same time it disintegrated from the red ball Storm sent at it.
Ebony got up and went to retrieve her dagger and said as she returned to her seat,
"Yeah, I was born and grew up here. Not a very big place but its home not so sweet home. kinda lost its sweet title when heartless started showing up in the beginning. So where did you come from. We only see new faces usually when a world goes poof. But I don't think any of that has been happening recently. Unless it happened a while back and the people are just wandering souls trying to find a place to consider a home."
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Post by possimember on Sept 2, 2010 13:08:44 GMT -5
STORM sighs as he tries and fails to recall where he comes from, in answer to her questions. "I.. can't remember," he finally says, standing up, his hands tightening, his knuckles baring white against his skin. Shaking his head, he turns away for a second, his eyes closed, his white hair falling across his lids. Silent for another moment, he then turns back around, a grin on his face.
"Tell me, Ebony," he says, glancing over towards the Third District, "how would a fine lady like yourself like to go on a date?" he asks wryly, nodding towards the district. He felt like he needed company right now.. but he also needed to take out his pain and sadness on some of the bastard critters that stole his memories.
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Post by ebony on Sept 2, 2010 13:45:49 GMT -5
we're only human separated by our thoughts sohang onto them or you'll find you might get caught Ebony was picking at one of her fingernails with her dagger idly as she watched him. He seemed distressed to her from the start. She didn't know why he was but if he was like most who fought the heartless he had a bone to pick with them. Of course she had a feeling everyone in all the worlds had some sort of bone to pick with the little creepy critters for some sort of reason.
Slowly placing her dagger back on her belt she looked at his outstretched hand. The guy was asking her to go heartless slaying with him. Just when she thought she knew every line for asking someone out on a date. Then again she wouldn't mind having another round with the little bastards.
Looking at the door that lead to third district which is where she came from moment before she noticed his grin didn't reach his eyes. Taking his hand, she Stood as she brushed the dirt from her shorts and spoke,
"Alright. Lets go see what the little beasties have planned."
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Post by possimember on Sept 2, 2010 14:39:37 GMT -5
STORM smiles again, this time the grin reaching his eyes. He clasps her hand in his, feeling her warmth, and closes his eyes for a moment. He hadn't felt human contact in.. well, ever. Girls back at.. home hadn't been into him; he'd been slightly tubby when his world had been eaten. Eaten, he thought again, and it sent a physical shiver through his body; he gripped her hand slightly tighter, before trying to continue on the train of thought. He had, of course, toned out and in fact become a very respectable-looking young man over his year's travels from world to world. Fighting Heartless -did- have its benefits.
Releasing his grip on her hand slightly with an apologetic shake of the head, he turns towards the street leading towards the third district. He was sure that the two of them would be more that a match for the Heartless stationed there; if she was as good a fighter as he thought, anyway. His boots pounding against the stone streets, he breaks into a run, smiling, making sure he had a tight grip on Ebony.
"Don't want to be late for the party, babe!" He exclaims, with another true grin. For a general pessimist, he was pretty optmistic, to slightly rip off a band there.
Slowing down as they approached the end of the alley, he takes a few deep breathes, regaining his stamina. He then allows time for Ebony to regain hers (had she actually ran with him, 'course - otherwise to catch up). He looks on, and the area did seem to be crawling with the buggers. He removes his hand from Ebony's, and twists around, grinning, drawing his sword and gun.
"How about.. we see who can kill the most?" He says, with a wink. After all...
It was a date.
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Post by ebony on Sept 2, 2010 15:27:27 GMT -5
we're only human separated by our thoughts sohang onto them or you'll find you might get caught Ebony followed at a run. Her shoes hitting the ground making slight thuds. Had she decided to wear boots she'd be making more noise but today had been a sneaker day for her. She caught up at him and looked at him as they stood before the door that lead into the third district.
Pushing the door open. She walked forward. It was clear. No heartless. No noise. It was silent and quiet. To quiet for her liking. She could feel a charge of something in the air, she wasn't sure what it was but it made her shiver internally.
Ebony looked around as she began walking into the district. Step by step approaching the center of the large square. Tilting her head to the side as the wind came in gentle breezes she spoke softly,
"Somethings up. Earlier it was active. Its to calm. Way to calm. I can feel it. Something is coming."
Listening to her surroundings she closed her eyes focusing on any sound that seemed eerie and out of place.
"Hope your ready to fight tooth and nail."
She said as she took a dagger in one hand and with a swift movement had her whip out and at the ready. The spiked metal tip shining in the lights around them.
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Post by possimember on Sept 10, 2010 15:27:13 GMT -5
"You think I wouldn't be ready for this..?" He said, with a curt grin on his face. He draws out his pistol; it would be heavy for anyone unused to wielding such a weapon, but to him it was like an extension of his own body. He was a gunslinger. He liked the idea of being similar to the ancient outlaw warriors of the west the legends of his world spoke about.
He had gunslinger arms. That was his key.
He cocks his revolver, and with his free hand draws his sword. The short, plain silver blade glistened in the sunlight, like a still gray lake reflecting the burning sun. He was also interested in the samurai, another great legendary force from his own town's history.
Gunslinger arms and a samurai spirit.
(ticktockticktoc)
He sniffs the air, preparing himself. That was key to his success. The last gunslinger of a forgotten world. A world that had moved on, and here he was, with a woman of his age but a mind unshaken by the true horror the Heartless could create. His mind almost fractures, thinking about his journey.
He moves for her hand, then remembers his weapons and draws them away. He sighs a shaky breath.
Tooth and nail. Hair and bone. Gun and sword. His lips bare back ferally, unconciously, above his teeth. He growls slightly, stepping forwards, feeling the need to bark incoherent phrases, seeing if he could draw the Heartless out. Shaking his head at his urge, he remains silent, tilting his head for a knowing wink at Ebony.
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Post by ebony on Sept 10, 2010 16:39:23 GMT -5
we're only human separated by our thoughts sohang onto them or you'll find you might get caught Ebony walked out slowly soon the black blobs appeared shadow heartless appearing as well as a few large bodies, air soldiers and soldier heartless. But she knew more would likely come once the ones now dancing around her and Jun were dead.
The metal of the soldier heartless clinked and the others moved around in little crawling and hopping motions while the large bodies waddled. Whip in one hand a dagger in the other she moved forward.
The whip already being moved in a circular motion above her making a whipping noise as the metal tip glinted in the light - moving forward with a lunge she brought the whip down it hit a shadow heartless with a loud crack wrapping around its shadow body where she pulled it towards her before making it airborne and slamming it down on the ground behind her.
Disappearing in a small poof it left its heart floating up towards the sky. Smirking she watched the large body as it began stomping around flailing its arms,
"Awe was that a relative of yours?"
She asked with mock sadness before she began running at it leaping into the air she front flipped over it and let three daggers go as she passed over it and cracked the whip down over its head.
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Post by possimember on Sept 11, 2010 14:08:42 GMT -5
STORM grins, seeing Ebony quickly erase a couple of the creatures. "Babe, leave some for me," he says, under his breath, before striding forwards with the walk of a gunslinger. He rests his blade on his shoulder, a sleeping metal death. His coat belows out behind him, like a cloak, and his hair casts a shadow across his eyes from the sun.
A few of the Heartless turn away from miss Bolt, not sensing much danger in the gunslinger. The -last- gunslinger. Quite the mistake.
(quickdrawwwww)
Storm raises his revolver, and lets off two quick shots. The bullets explode from the gun with a bang; louder than the guns you see in television. The light emitted from the mouth would have tattooed his retinas had he looked directly at it. The bullets both nail the Heartless, each one exploding into mist. He had long since learnt to ignore the ringing in his ears, and hoped Ebony would be fine with it.
Now more of the Heartless are coming. More peel away from Ebony, and others appear from the sideline, from the shadows. But shadows can't hide from a storm. The gunslinger twists around, revolver flaring. Once he has to reload; but his hand had learnt a trick. Within a second he had reloaded a full six rounds. His double-mouthed gun shot only a single bullet; a double on these creatures would be wasteful.
None got close enough to the world's last man that thry could taste the metal of his shining death, and he would swing it with the glorious insanity and professional coldness that filled his mind during his hunts, he really wanted to.
(andtheywillneedasanctu)
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Post by ebony on Sept 11, 2010 14:30:03 GMT -5
we're only human separated by our thoughts sohang onto them or you'll find you might get caught Ebony looked around her more heartless were appearing by themselves and some in pairs. Running at the wall that was in front of her as she went along stabbing the weaker heartless she came at the wall running up it and doing a back flip over the following heartless. Landing behind them she held her hand up and little bolts of electricity intertwined around it before she threw it at the heartless shocking them with lighting before she took them out with daggers.
"You want a slice of heartless pie you gotta get in here and get it."
Walking back into the fray she sighed as more large bodies appeared.
"Ok you over sized kick balls I'm getting tired of you."
Circling one of them as it wobbled around she waited for the opportune moment to strike. As it lunged she side jumped out of the way and lashed at it with her whip. It spun and her attack went ineffective against its large body and she was knocked backwards.
Hitting the ground with an thud she groaned as she rolled onto her back and kicked flipped back onto her feet before charging at it. Preparing to lodge a dagger in its back as it turned away and started going towards Storm.
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