Tourney Arc

[Anonymous]

"I see." Olguin replied, his good cheer stamped underneath professionalism.

Looking at the clock hanging on a nearby wall, he slightly frowned.

"I swear, time flies by quickly in these parts."

[Shukuen]

Fuu shrugged, placing down her part of the bill, "Well ah don't know about you all, but ah have to get back to my hotel now." With that, she left the group, waving goodbye, "See you all tomorra sen."

Leets sighed, then pushed out of his seat as well, "Thanks for dinner. I guess I should get going too."

[Anonymous]

"Got any place to go?" Olguin curiously asked Leets, paying the rest of the bill as he got up. "You can crash with us, if you want."

[Bean Bandit]

Miyuki was very angry by the time they got up to leave.

Why does he have to smile at her like that! I...No, this is silly. He told me himself he met her only a few days ago...they can't be...can they?

She shook her head. No...Not Olchan. He's she looked down at herself ...not my property...

She sighed heavily and followed Olguin, yawning behind her hand...

[Dracos]

It was time...

The cloaked figure's eyes opened to the darkening sky as the sun set beneath the horizon.  The city lights of London began to slowly ignite, tiny sparks of flame far below.  The night air blew cool against his blue cloak.  From behind the mask he watched.

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

Robed in black he waited.   Time was running out.  He needed to find him.  A vessel of darkness.   Red eyes flared beneath the black mask.  Hands concealed within dark sleeves he watched above as the stars began to appear.  Blazing balls of light eons away from this pitiful world.

Deus....   et morte.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

OOC: Sorry Wen, but I'll have to borrow your character for a few.

IC:

Olguin led the trio down the streets of London, the crowds scurrying around them, trying to hurry to get back to their individual homes.

A brief smile lit Olguin's face as the heavens almost seemed to be set ablaze, but the smile faded as the flames gave way to the advance of the stars.

Ten minutes later, the sounds of a lock turning heralded the arrival of the trio to the hotel room.

[Dracos]

OOC: And now I attempt to reach an entirely new level of effect.    Who fears what dreams may come...

The dreamer fears.

IC:

Hidden from mortal eyes, another watched not the stars, but the dark emptiness of space.  So cold, so barren.  Why did he stay here where it was warm?  The freezing ice of the void would welcome him gladly.  Would call him as a mother to it's child.  And he could answer....

To dance once more among the space between the stars, where mortal eyes did not espy.  To sing among the clouds of dust, heard by none save the dead remains of that which could have been.  To raise his bow and play upon the strings of the universe, to laugh at the song of destiny and fate.

To forget that which he learned....

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Olguin sadly watched as his friend shied away from Leets' attempts at conversation. To think that she had been such a vibrant, cheerfully person before...

First they had been seperated by miles of space...

Now it seemed Time itself was their enemy...determined to keep them from feeling happiness.

Making sure to tuck both children in, Olguin heaved a sigh of regret as he saw that the action merely reinforced Miyuki's depression.

Remorsefully shaking his head, he started towards the door.

"I'll be back later." He called back.

He was going to learn all he could from his sensei. Unless he fought with all his power, and then some...

...Miyuki could very well die.

[Dracos]

A single hand was extended, gloved in loose white silk.  Empty, the palm faced up.   Closed, it held a single scabbard and blade.   The curved scabbard portraying in vivid detail scenes of battle and death, a large blue dragon prominant in the artwork.   It's horns spread from it's face as it's wings spread in the sky, a single rider on it's back bearing a glowing blade.  Below lay death in every scene...  darkness behind...   and a grey light before.   Fearsome shadows appeared to gibber from the ground as dragons of molten flame roared in challenge to the blue.  Any artist would cry at the sight of the scene, for the artwork was beyond compare....

Almost a living memory.

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

OOC: One ask oneself... does the dreamer dream the dream.  Or does the dream dream the dreamer.  Can one shift the ebbs and weaves of fate?

IC:

Below the street lights began to mimic the stars above, flickering on as mortal men turned in for the night.  Weak threads...  not even worthy of notice.  All but passing raindrops upon the ocean of dreams.   They did not appriciate the freezing breeze that blew dust across  the rooftops.  They could not hear the song played... the symphony which gave meaning to their miserable mortal lives.  They were but passing weaves upon a single tapestry.

Beside him lay a gift once given.  A memory of song, a dream to behold.   A single perfect violin.  Carved of the finest wood it shone in the darkness, reflecting even the slightest bit of light.  A dark hand reached for it.  How long had it been.  What had been learned at what cost...   could he even hear the true song anymore.  Lifting the violin to his neck, he gazed for but a moment not at the darkness, but at the light.

Was this why?  This warmth?  This cruel unbearable flame?  This searing light that perverted all it touched and rended the dark before it?

In his left hand a single bow.  Strung not in the normal fashion, but strung nonetheless.   A violinist would give all he owned for such a string bow.  But this man would not sell it.  Not because of it's physical worth.  Nor for the song of joy it would offer.  It represented to him something beyond mere mortal value.  A dreamer and a dream...

Below he had arrived.  The time of choice...  but what would he choose.  'He' had already moved.  The scaled one waited patiently.   And below a string did bend and  play a soft tune...

Lifting the bow to his violin, he began to play.  Sweet melodic notes filtered down to the streets below, touching those who heard their siren call of...  what was it.  Beneath two children lay in bed.  One, not what she seemed, slumbered peacefully.  Spared in sleep the worries that bound her wakeful hours.  Another still awake, his path now entangled with another's.  The door shut as a young man stepped out into the hallway.

With eyes shut, the violinist played....

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

What was that?

Olguin turned his head, straining all his senses. There...music?

Twisting and writhing on the air currents, a haunting violin melody played, its siren song lifting his spirit somewhat.

Curious...

Like a moth to a flame, he was driven onwards by the melody.

Up the stairs he went, the violin's notes urging him onwards.

[Dracos]

OOC: falling stars... a rain of meteors.  Beyond the swarm...  sits the watcher.

IC:

The weaves of fate were changing.  Time was repeating again.  The tales of destiny.  Perhaps....

The eyes gleam yellow beneath the mask.

But she is dead.

Crimson flame burns momentarily within his hands.  His eyes again the fiercesome hue of blood.

Forever.

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

OOC: Dance through fire shower.

IC:

The hilt gleamed saphire, the starlight bouncing off it's scales.

It was time.  The challenge called.  And every challenge...every single challenge...   Would be conquered.

The moon..... sweet crescent of death.  Today a sacrifice was called.

Two cloaked figures stood, back to back.  Black robes sweeping out over the grassy field.  Blue robes beside them

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Olguin stepped out onto the roof of the hotel almost in a daze.

A sudden gust of wind suddenly blew past him, chilling not only body, but both heart and soul as well.

A premonition of things to come? Olguin thought, a flash of Dark Wiseman's profile flashing through his mind's eye.

He shook those thoughts off, but a trace of doubt lingered on the fringe of his conscience.

"Wiseman...I've come."