Tourney Arc

[Dracos]

OOC: Omens of a darker coming

IC:

"Do you truly believe that childish sentiment?  It has always been the way of things since time immemorial that the weak would follow the dance of the strong.   That the light would oppose the dance of the dark.  And that the shadows would waltz in the  places between stars."

The creature of midnight aura rose, indistinct against the dark background of the sky behind him.  Only visible by virtue of the street lights shining up below, distorted slightly by his frame.  "Do you not understand how you bend others to your dance?  How you actions shape their movements?  How they resonate in time to your symphony of hope?  Are you ignorant of how your spirit's dance touches that which encounters it?"

Fearless Leader

[Shukuen]

Running along the streets, Leets dodged a few wandering patrolmen that would have questioned why he was out past curfew as he made his nightly rounds. Strange though, there seemed to be no one else out. Maybe they were wise enough to stay out of the chilly night. He sighed, seeing no opportunities tonight, and reluctantly headed back to the hotel.

When he was in sight of it though, he paused, seeing two glowing lights above the roof. One, a weaker one, felt slightly warm. But the other...

The chill intensified as he watched the lights, approaching the hotel slowly.

[Anonymous]

"My spirit? Sure, I've saved people and I'm sure that I've made a dramatic impact in my family and friend's lives, but how can my spirit cause change?" Olguin blinked, confusion in his expression.

"As opposed to creatures like Dark Wiseman or people like my own brother, my power is insigificant. THEY are the ones that lead...the ones that cause great change."

[Dracos]

Turning swiftly the nightmarish figures shining silver eyes narrowed.

"Coward.  Pathetic coward.  Unwilling to take the power you have.  Humbled by others you cower in the sand.  On your belly like a snake.  Change is not decided by mortal minds.   It is the dance of the universe.  Lead or be swept behind in it's passage.  Do you not question?  Are you afraid to take hold?"

A dagger of blackest night appeared in the shadow's hand, twin serpents wrapping around the frightful non-blade.  The air swirled around it freezing cold.  Time began to slow.  Resonating with Eldritch power, the shadow began to dance once more.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Olguin growled low in his throat, slipping into an aggressive stance.

"Who are you to pass judgement!?" He yelled, blurring forwards, and unleashing a steady barrage of vicious attacks, hoping the torrent of strikes would wash his arrogant opponent away.

[Dracos]

OOC: ALL THE SMALL THINGS...  Yaaaaaaaaaaaahooooo

IC:

The dance continued, darkness against the light as the two men went back and forth.  A human trained in the arts of war dancing a martial rhythm as he struck out against the serpentine darkness before him.  A shadow-creature twisting as his blade weaved a deadly song just outside Olguin's flesh.

"I am Shadow the Named.  Born in the void, I have always danced, a nameless shard of existence following the wake of greater existences than my own.  Such was my fate.  Until bent by the light was I.  Given name and form.  Mortal, know that words have power beyond reckoning.  Truths can bind any.  And the dance...is the only truth."

Spinning the blade began travelling slowly towards Olguin as time slowed further, everything outside of them ebbing to a stop.

fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Flittering in and out of the serpent's strikes, Olguin's blood sang in his ears as he went along with the beat of his opponent.

Dancing to another's beat...he's right...you are nothing but a coward. A quiet voice sneered in his head.

Nothing but a puppet, it said. Being pulled here and there by invisible, faceless puppet masters.

When was HE going to start controlling his life?

Olchan! Twin amethyst eyes framed by dark hair, and possessing the most heart warming smile he had ever seen.

He remembered the feeling he got when he decided to take Miyuki off Kenryu's hands, to hell with the consequences.

That moment...he had been in control of himself...

...and of Miyuki's own destiny, for that matter.

Truths can bind any...

What was his truth?

Olguin-kun! Emerald hair fell over two amethyst eyes, the small, secret smile she had only accented the sense of mystery around her.

Maybe...maybe he could find it out there...with Her.

Or not...

This was HIS life...

And by all the kami above...

It was time to live it!

"I have yet to find my own words. Until now I've only been living by the words of others up to now." He carefully said, "This journey was to find my brother, initially....but I think it's about time it changed!"

Surging forward, Olguin was a frightening blur of violence as he rained down attacks on Shadow with almost inhuman speed. The frightening thing about the whole scenario? His expression showed an almost calm, methodical nature to the beast.

[Dracos]

OOC:  If I go crazy than will you still call me superman?

Kryptonite.

IC:

Olguin's tired form sweeped back evading the life eating blade that cleaved space before it.  Twisting around the universe seemed to distort momentarily in it's passage  as it healed.  The cold air ceased to blow as time slowed further around them, curving around the distorted space in which they danced.

"...time it changed!"

Olguin swarmed forward, stern with purpose and determination.  His fists lashed out to a deadly rhythm, gaining steam and power, an unstoppable locamotive.  His fist seemed to blur to his own eyes as the distortion effect caught him, twisting light before his eyes.  The shadow just out of reach, a taunting presence as it weaved inhumanly out of most of his attacks.

"Do you take responsibility for your fate?", The voice questioned back.

He was no longer fighting a man, but a twisted form of darkness.  Nightmarish stars were visible for a moment, screaming with life in the dagger's blade, as they were silenced in the darkness.   No longer were they on a human rooftop, but trapped in eternity of darkness.

Following the dance of the shades of existence.  Following the weaves of destiny.  Mortal man in a dance of war.  A shadow following behind.

"Do you understand?"

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

"My life...my fate...I bear the full responsibility of both." He shouted to the inky blackness before him.

Mindful of the deadly blade that had so easily broken through Jethro's barrier, Olguin kept his dangerous strategy.

"And I truly am beginning to understand."

Spinning past the ebony blade with all the grace and skill he could muster, he wound up for the deciding strike.

"It isn't about power."

Power bubbled within the innermost recesses in his soul.

"It isn't about skill."

Body and soul briefly joined as one.

"It's about Will...and the fact that one's Will makes all the difference in the world!"

"And my Will will never be humbled by others again." He softly whispered.

With a loud battle cry, he unleashed the deciding attack in the battle between light and darkness.

[Dracos]

They stopped.  Olguin crouched in the end of a final strike.  Shadow behind him, his dagger in hand.  Eyes closed, he waited.  The moon stood silent witness above as they phased into being once more upon the rooftop.  The only sound the slight patter of blood from the wound olguin recieved earlier.

"Your...will?  Is that it?  Is that the answer that allows you to survive?  Tragic child, I see now."

The shadow slowly began walking away...

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Olguin hissed in pain as he rose, forcing his body to face Shadow.

"Sheer force of will has gotten me this far, and it'll get me through my future trials." He quietly murmured.

Forcing his body onwards, he followed after Shadow.

"Now that you know, what will you do?" He questioned.

[Dracos]

OOC: Phantom, can you hear me?  Masked Phantom who sings from the balcony?  I take your bargain...phantom of the opera.

^_^

IC:

Walking to the edge of the roof, Shadow looked up to the crescent moon.  Symbol of the reaper.  It was a night for death.  The nightsplitter in his hand.  It would not take much.

Mortals...such fragile creatures.  yet...

''What would you have me do mortal?"

Standing on the edge he turned.  "I am but a shadow following the dance of the stronger.  A shard of reality as it really is, the stuff that dreams are made of.  I am a named one.  Given form and substance, but still... a shadow in the moonlight.  I hear the song, resonating as the nightmares dance.  It calls to me.  A strong dance it is.  A reweaving of fate."

His  eyes closed slightly before opening, pentrating deep into Olguin's soul, judging that which was seen in silent observation.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

"Why not just go back to the one that was your partner before? The one that turned you to the light?" Olguin asked, confusion on his features.

"I could help you find that person, if you'd like." He offered. "My own will can help keep you on your current path until we find that individual." A cough prematurely ended his speech, his features looking a tad pale in the moonlight.

[Dracos]

"Partner?"  Shadow quirked his head.  "I follow the dance.  And only the dance.  light...dark....  they are all the same.  Why should I even pause for ye, mortal?"

fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

"Well..." Olguin took a moment to choose his words carefully, "My life is cursed, as you say. I would think that you'd be interested in watching how it turned out, I certainly want to see how my life starts affecting others."