Tourney Arc

[Shukuen]

Leets blinked awake, listening carefully to the sounds of the girl, Ryoko, sleeping soundly and the silent footsteps of Olguin leaving. When the footsteps finally faded away, he sat up quietly, as to not disturb the room's other occupant.

"These tourists, they never take no for an answer," he sighed. Though touched that they invited him, he was already been too much trouble for them. Besides, he had other things to do.

As he opened the window to sneak out though, a strange, calming melody wafted through the night air, catching his attention. For a moment, he nearly forgot why he was up, the music's relaxing tones seemed almost hypnotic. It was only a strange chill that brought him back to reality. Climbing out the window, he listened to the curious music as he climbed out, closed the window, then climbed down the fire escape. All the while wondering why it suddenly seemed colder tonight then he remembered.

[Dracos]

OOC: Please DO remain familiar with your own arcs

IC:

The cold breeze blew over the empty rooftop, carrying upon it the notes of the violin.  The roof felt dark despite the small lights built around the corners of the hotel.

The song came from above....

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

"Your killing power is great, but it will stop here."

The crescent moon shone high in the sky as it reflected off the lake.

"Your hands are as bloody as my own.  Do not deny this.  The screams of anguish of all who fell before your ambition call as loudly as my own."

Silently the mayflys flew, ignorant of the proceedings.

"Perhaps..."

Silence reigned for lord and master of the field, the cold night air blowing as both warriors stood back to back.

Moment after moment passed.

The battle though, had already long since begun.

The field... was empty.

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

Under the ocean it stirred...  

Fish fleeing hurriedly from the titanic creatures vicinity.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Olguin spun to face the source of the music, the twinkling stars and lights of the city below blurring as he turned....

[Dracos]

OOC: Man....what a web I weave.

IC:

Sitting on the roof was a single black clad figure, loose silk clothing covering his form.  A violin placed to his neck, his back turned to Olguin.  Black hair running down his back obscured his neck.  His hair seemed strange...almost having an ethernal quality to it.  Gracefully his hand moved, the violin singing to his caress.

Fearless Leader

[Shukuen]

Hopping down to the ground, Leets rubbed his arms to force back the numbing cold, as the feeling of foreboding grew.

"Just the wind," he mumbled as he walked out of the alley, the music still strong despite the fact he was moving away, "It's just the wind."

Now if he could only convince himself of that. Shaking his head, he broke into a brisk run towards his neiborhood to pick up some of his belongings.

[Anonymous]

"Shair-sensei?" Olguin asked, a foreboding feeling rising up in his gut.

"Wait...you aren't him. What business do you have up here?" He uncertainly asked, backing off a few paces from the man.

[Dracos]

The man stopped playing, staring up into the starry sky above.  The violin dropped out of sight and a flash of silver graced his left hand.

"Don't you remember, tragic child?"  A proud tenor returned.

Fearless Leader

[Shukuen]

Leets grunted as he hefted a bag. All his belongings, spare clothes and some money, were packed inside. As he quietly left the small room, the door opened and a stout old woman looked out, a broom held ready to ward off intruders.

"Landsakes child!" she said reprimandingly, lowering her broom, "I nearly bopped you one there!"

Leets looked surprised for a moment, "Mrs. Ohara! What are you doing up so late?"

The woman laughed, "That's what I should be asking you, Leets. You be needing some room again tonight?"

Leets smiled, shaking his head. Mrs. Ohara was always so nice to the local homeless. She even offered some rooms every once in a while when business was slow. "No thank you, ma'am. I got some people looking out for me now."

"Well it's about dang time then," Ohara patted Leets on the head, "You behave yourself, you hear?"

"Yes'm!" Leets nodded, heading off again.

Ohara watched the young boy run off, such a nice lad. She hoped that this was a sign that his luck was changing. When he disappeared, she headed back inside. No point in keeping her own kids up after all.

[Anonymous]

Olguin's danger sense flared at that, the foreboding feeling in his gut upgrading to a blown out anxiety attack.

"Tragic child?" He weakly asked, taking more steps back.

[Dracos]

OOC: A call to arms...  the song of orc'en warriors roaring into battle...  

IC:

The cold filled the air, as the mysterious figure looked up into the darkness.  For a second he pondered once more...

Why did he bear the weight of this corporeal existence upon his shoulders.  The song of the eldritch filled his veins.  He could leave and dance among the empty space between worlds and stars and even universes.   The twists of void as Aternark swam among the freezing cosmic winds.  The great devourer feasting upon the  light as it passed creating most pleasant darkness.

Once he found this good.  Again he could.

But something stopped him from cleaving the space before him and slipping free from this confining realm.  That indescribable color.  Not of eldritch no.  Something different appearing amidst the threads of fate.

He rose and considered, maybe if he cleaved this string  behind him it would make a beautiful tone.

-Watch over him.  As a favor.  For me.-

True.  He had promised.  Mortals, such fell creatures were they.   Almost entirely pointless.  Their songs were restrained without beauty or substance.  Their tales barely worthy of notice.

Turning the figure revealed a shadowy face, no features, not even eyes visible.  A dark mist given corporeal form appeared as a curved blank where a face should have been.  Suddenly twin silver streaks appeared, opening slightly as if eyes.

-Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men.  The Shadow knows.-

"Yes, tragic child.  Hast thou forgotten the aid that you were given?" The proud tenor reverberated despite the apparent lack of a mouth.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

"Of course not!" Olguin forcefully stated, his earlier fear backing down slightly in front of his anger. "I never forget those that've helped me...not many would help one such as myself."

Flashes off his earlier battle with Jethro went through his mind's eye...

The Hurricane and Knight met in an orgy of violence, both fighters giving their all in a contest of survival...

The Knight temporarily pushing his foe back with a power that transcends all others...that of the human soul...

But the Hurricane had merely shrugged off the blast, its own innate fury only increasing with the attack...

The two met again...

But he failed...

Failure...and that ultimate peninance for his failure....death...

But he had been saved...

Saved by this man before him...

"You shoved me out of the way of Jethro's blast." He calmly said, "And gave me the advantage I needed to survive." A flash of pain crossed his face at that.

"You saved me from my...failure."

[Dracos]

OOC: I....can't write this. I simply can't. -.-  waaaaah

I will... Meet again.   Deus est Morte.  The answer is simple.  Answer...and all things are clear.  This is my truth... at least for now.
IC:

 The earth trembled beneath as the grass waved in the cold night air a single final time.   The mayflies began to fly away from the lake, but  far too slow.   The trees  fell, shattered from the force that erupted in the center of that placid field.  The earth groaned and ruptured, a canyon forming in the center of the field.

And the earth did groan

 The lake exploded outward from the center, water being vaporized along a direct field of motion.  The water remaining staying stationary for a moment before flying high into the air, a brilliant silvery wave in the moonlight.  The mayflies trapped in a final flight of death as the water captured their slow moving forms.

And lo the sea roared

 The stone wall shattered, the electric fence cleaved in twain as the alarm rang red.  The road was empty as it  was entered by silent forms, the moon briefly shadowed by the dark clouds above.  Hidden from sight car alarms rang briefly and then grew silent as they fell broken to the street.  The flame followed briefly as the liquid gas erupted along the broken street.

The cries of mortal men sounded loud

 Solomon's staff slammed into a wall, shattering as it tore the brick apart from sheer kinetic energy.  Red brick rained down followed by glass shards, the battle proceeding into the sky.

For what was this in the distance

 The building rumbled as it began to fall, the upper floors split from the foundations.  The terrified screams of the apartment dwellers filling the air as their lives flashed swiftly before their eyes.  The roar of destruction muted by their shrill screams of terror.

What is followed by death and destruction and fire

 For brief moments a symphony of steel could be heard.  A star appearing to take form above the rooftops of London.  In the background the clock tower sang it's empty melody, ringing in the call of father time as the moon climaxed in the sky.

What blots out the stars above, not a cloud above

 He landed softly, his feet disturbing not a grain of dust beneath him.  His blue robes billowed in the winds, the sheathed blade at his side.  Undrawn yet.  A smile hidden beneath his white mask.

All cry out as it's terrifying form doth illuminate with flame

 He flew above the rooftops, robed in black.  His opponent was skilled indeed.  In hundreds of years he had never met the like.  Red eyes flared beneath the darkened mask.  It would matter not.  The Zohar had never been defeated.  And never would.

By heaven and hell.  By all the gods and none.

"You are indeed skilled."  Two kings...

 A hand closed on a blade that was never drawn.  A blue glow filtered through from the blade as it was loosened in it's sheath.   Laughter could be felt as once more a soul cried out for victory and justice.  For the peace of war.

"As are you." Across the battlefield...

 Black clad fists closed.  No more games.  This mortal would die.  His soul destroyed by power beyond imagining.  None could match the strength of God.
Deus est Morte.

Met in brotherhood, blades drawn in hate.

Here, there be dragons.

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

"I've watched you for a while.  Mostly like any other mortal, content to stumble about in obscurity.  Pondering your minute effect upon the world.  Thinking you can make a difference in the eternal tapestry of life.  You mostly are like any other, a meaningless bag of flesh and bone.  A 'failure' as you put it so succinctly."

The silver eyes narrowed.

"But, there is something else.  Something about your thread of life that intrigues me.  The melody is dark beyond imagining.  Death and despair have always been thy companions.  You are indeed a cursed child.  Yet...so many strings are attached to yours.  Almost as if your thread is holding together some unseen portion of the tapestry.  This... interests me.  I wish to learn of it.  Will you dance with me?"

Fearless Leader