RPG Apocalyptic Eve: Rain and Thunder [PG-13 - V and mild S]

[Talon]

[center][u][color=royalblue][font=palatino linotype]Though darkness may overwhelm you, there is always hope.
When all is clouded, look to the cleansing rain....[/color][/center][/u][/font]

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[color=royalblue][i]Koryu Kurohyou stared out at the expanse of desert with his one good eye for the thousandth time that month. He knew that it wouldn't change, no matter how many rainstorms he summoned. The land was not choked of life, persay, no, this desert had a life all its own, it just didn't need the vegetation that Koryu was trying to lend it. Koryu sighed, drawing in his arcane energies once more, misting the landscape even as his sensei entered his rather limited line of sight. A smile tugged at the corners of Koryu's mouth. His master, ever the clown, had finally gotten his own a few days ago. In the form of a rather "shocking" bath full of the lingering effects of a particularly nasty Dejin Hadou Ken right into the bathing pool. Rather than a beating, though, Koryu had gotten a clap on the back as Hoshi-sensei whooped to the desert that his pupil was FINALLY learning.That was days ago, however.

Koryu nodded at his master's subtle command, exploding into a graceful kata, so fluid it made water look like molasses, so graceful it made a swan look like a bear. Though it was a beautiful dance to behold, it was deadly, a dance of death. A show of beauty that hid within itself a lethal danger. The kata continued for a length of two hours, and as Koryu ceased his movements, his master nodded.[/i]

[b]Hoshi:[/b] Very, very good, Koryu. You have exceeded my expectations. You're a master in every way. We'll leave this place at the end of the week, for Seer's Hamlet. We need to tell Dryad and Undine of your remas..er...graduation.

[i]Koryu merely nodded, oblivious to his master's slip, and moved to the bathing pond, putting his hand in it to make certain his master hadn't Frosted it over while Koryu was being inattentive. Nodding briefly at the temperature of the water, Koryu jumped in, relaxing completely. Nothing, nothing at all, could worry him at the moment. Not the mischievous gleam in his master's eye, not the everyday nagging feeling at the back of his skull that he was more than he seemed, and definitely not his inability to keep a girlfriend for more than a week. That certainly didn't bother Koryu, to him, the Art came first. After that came his family, and after that...well, after that came the Edge Guard. Koryu smiled gently to himself as he remembered his friend Sheila's grin when he said he would return and join the Edge Guard and make her proud. Briefly, he entertained thoughts of what Sheila would say if he beat that kami-blasted womanizing weretiger she loved so much into a pulp before the heat of the springs lulled him into a sleep...[/i]

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[i][u]Koryu stood, staring at a shattered mirror in the middle of an intense darkness. Around him, there was nothing. Just that shattered mirror. Before his eyes, however, the spider-webbed cracks seemed to heal themselves, and Koryu looked on in horror as he saw his reflection. It wasn't him. It was a shadow he couldn't see, but Koryu knew it wasn't him.[/i]

[b]Reflection:[/b] Koryu...

[b]Koryu:[/b] Who...who are you?

[i]The reflection laughed. It wasn't unpleasant to koryu, who found the person in the mirror to be oddly familiar.[/i]

[b]Reflection:[/b] That isn't important, Koryu. HE is awakening.

[i]Koryu couldn't explain why that single pronoun made him shiver like a newborn babe in a snowstorm, but it terrified him. Koryu looked up, remembering his creed as a martial artist of the Storm class, and nodded once. The reflection smiled, though Koryu didn't know how he knew a shadow was smiling. Suddenly, the shadow dissipated into...

Koryu gasped. It looked like him, ages older. With a few small differences, however. Where Koryu's hair was short and framed his face, the reflection had a long, smooth ponytail. Where Koryu's eyes were a gentle, almost stormy blue like the sky before a summer rain, the reflection's uncovered eye, for the right eye, Koryu's blind one, was covered with a black patch, glowed a brilliant gray, like the roils of a fierce autumn storm. Koryu's jeans and jacket combination almost matched the red-and-black armor that the figure wore. And at its side...

Arashi. The sword that Koryu himself wore strapped to his back. Koryu was about to question the refelction about it when...[/i][/u]

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[i]Hoshi laughed maniacally as his charge spluttered in the mouthful of snow he'd dumped on the boy. A quick, baleful glare later, and Koryu was completely dressed for sleep. He couldn't place it, but he felt that he'd dreamed something important. If only he could remember it...

Koryu shrugged and settled into his tent for bed, completely unaware of his sensei outside snapping his fingers in frustration.[/i]

[b]Hoshi:[/b] Dangit!! I thought for SURE it'd work this time! Koryu, I'll wake you up yet![/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=darkslategray][i]All things considered, it was rather windy for this time of year. Had most being taken reflection at that point, they probably would have attributed the word "gale" to the situation, with an admitted degree of accuracy. Not being most beings, Kael wasn't particularly bothered by the wind.

He damn well better not be bothered by it. It was his fault it was like this anyway. Unless one considered that he didn't actually want to be here, at which point one really should append blame to the reason Kael was actually here. Which was to say his wayward father. As reclusive as Kael was, seeing him after more than 30 years was something of a shock. Seeing that he was just as acidic wasn't too surprising. The worst part of the entire situation was that he had decided that Kael had something to do, but typically didn't give details. All he had to do was end up in the lowlands, or at least lower than his current altitude, more vagueness there, and what he "had to do" would come back to him. What back to him meant, he wasn't quite sure. There were times when Kael was quite morbidly certain that his father had a few odd ancestors of his own, and he wouldn't be surprised to trace his geneaology back to Loki, at that, in one of his more peverse moments.

There were advantages to his situation though, the current one he was exercising was his wyvern form. A vicious winged drake, about ten feet in length without the tail, and with a wingspan twenty feet across. No front leg, as his shoulders formed into his wings, though there were claws present there, and pound for pound, his shoulders were more massively developed than even a greater dragon. And not surprising. The cheating bastards used magic to aid them in flying. Besides, he'd trade an unpredictable facility for spewing fire for the rather useful poison tipped sting on his tail, especially in this situation.

Exactly what this situation was, where here was, and why Kael found it so neccessary for it to be so windy was a matter half a step removed from exactly what he was meant to be doing. Which was why Kael was less than happy. Not that he had any particular eagerness to go about his idiotic task, but rather that his father, and attendant other sentients, tended to take a dim view of this kind of thing.

The problem was the humans. As usual. More precisely, the problem was the missiles. A small whirlind had taken care of the arrows, but some idiot in that pathetic excuse for a fortress had some skill with a ballista, and in his current form, Kael couldn't dredge up a large enough wind to deal with that. So he was reduced to simply avoiding them, not a difficult task, but not one he could perform while attempting to fly away. Evidently used to dealing with dragonkind, the ballista was protected by a heavy metal covering, fire scarred but still strong. However, they weren't familiar enough with dragonkind to realise that wyverns tended to look down on humans to the point of ignoring them, unless they were hungrier than usual. This was however getting tedious.

As the next massive bolt, a spear nearly as long as his tail, flew towards him, Kael banked ever to slightly, so that the bolt flew just over his shoulder. Lashing upwards, he impaled the bolt in mid flight with his tail. He jolted for a second, before his powerful wings managed to counter the bolt's momentum. Allowing himself to fall for a second, he flicked one wing tip up and hit the back of the bolt, spinning it around so the point was forward. Bet they'd never seen that before. Assuming a position something like that of a riled scorpion, which was more than slightly ridiculous, he acknowledged, he dipped forward slightly and flicked his tail forward with a whipcrack retort.

The metal casing above the ballista was equipped to deal with the fire of a dragon. It had a little more trouble resisting a quarter ton spear falling point first from several hundred feet up. And when you consider that the tip of that spear had been engineered to penetrate the scales of foresaid drake, how much trouble would one suppose it had with a simple bit of human engineered metal. Not a lot.

There was a rather satisfying crunch that could be heard at his altitude, even over the wind, which he casually dispelled. He swooped over the castle for a moment, letting out a harsh cry, tinged with more amusement than anything else, before sweeping off. Idiotic humans not having any understanding of the real world. Never mind he had some human blood in his veins, Kael still didn't have a lot of respect for any of them he'd met so far.

He was heading east, simply because when he'd tried west, he'd run up against enough stonewalls to realise something was less than subtly telling him to try something else. However, he'd been away long enough that he wasn't quite sure where he was, so stopping at the next village and assuming his natural form was probably a good idea. For all his good ideas were normally worth.[/font][/color][/i]

[Talon]

[color=royalblue][i]Koryu was having fun. Admittedly, it's hard not to have fun while running across hot sands at over a hundred miles per hour, but then, to Koryu, today was a rare treat. With a slight ripple and a growl that sounded somewhat like a chuckle, Koryu exploded across the sands, a black streak against the tan horizon of the desert. With another ripple of his shoulder muscles, Koryu was rocketing back the way he came.

Now, Koryu was no werecheetah. With the exception of his friend Brittany Diggers, there weren't any left. Well, unless you counted that living golem Raphael, but naturally, Britanny Diggers was the last werecheetah. Not that it was particularly saddening, no, she and her husband Strype were working on that matter. Still, Koryu may not have been a werecheetah, but he was a werepanther. While not a fast as a werecheetah, Koryu had a hell of a lot more stamina and strength. Meaning, in his hybrid form, he could run, flat out, for a full hour and a half and lift roughly ten tons. Hell, Brittany had said something about benchpressing oil tankers to build up her strength, but Koryu beat her out, even without his extensive training. Which explains why Koryu was rocketing around Seer's Desert as fast as he was. Though in and of itself, running wasn't fun, what Koryu was doing was.

Koryu, at the moment, was in his full panther form and running as fast as he could, but this was where it got fun. His master had rigged him up with a CD player from Earth, Britanny's home. Hoshi-sensei had given him a strap that held firm, the headphones of the CD player would remain in his ears regardless of his form. And right now, Koryu was bobbing and weaving across the sands to a particularly rapid song, Faint, by a band called Linkin Park. Koryu gave a brief, passing thought to where the hell they came up with that name as he shifted into his shirtless hybrid form, exploding into a kata to the song...[/i]

"[b]I am[/b]
A little bit of loneliness,
A little bit of disregard.
Handful of complaints,
But I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars."

[i]Koryu leapt twenty feet in the air, tucking his feet to his chest and somersaulting in the air. As his head turned to face the ground, he thrust his legs out in a scissor kick to an invisible opponent's throat.[/i]

"[b]I am[/b]
What I want you to want,
What I want you to feel.
But it's like no matter what I do,
I can't convince you
To just believe this is real!"

[i]Koryu landed, immediately sweeping the sand and his nonexistent opponent. As he returned to a standing position, he thrust his palms into where his falling opponent's ribs would be.[/i]

"[b]So I[/b]
Let go, watching you
Turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here, 'cause you're all that I got!"

[i]Koryu brought his knee up, breaking his opponent's back, then swept his hand back so that his forearm blocked a blow form another one.[/i]

"[u]I can't feel
The way I did before.
Don't turn your back on me,
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
This damage anymore...
Don't turn your back on me,
I won't be ignored![/u]"

[i]Koryu spun his opponent, dropping him and putting a knife-edge palm into his neck in a would-be death strike.[/i]

"[b]I am[/b]
A little bit insecure,
A little unconfident,
'Cause you don't understand
I do what I can,
But sometimes I don't make sense."

[i]Koryu drew his sword to block another attack from behind, then shifted his sword and turned an attack from the front into a lethal riposte.[/i]

"[b]I am[/b]
What you never want to say
But I've never had a doubt.
It's like no matter what I do,
I can't convince you
For once just to hear me out."

[i]Koryu spun and met an invisible block from his shadow opponent, and spun on his left heel, bringing his blade and right heel up, slamming his would-be opponent's blade into himself, killing him.[/i]

"[b]So I[/b]
Let go, watching you
Turn your back like you always do.
Face away and pretend that I'm not,
But I'll be here 'cause you're all I got"!

[i]Koryu swept his feet again, this time rolling back to dodge a hammer blow.[/i]

"[u]I can't feel
The way I did before.
Don't turn your back on me,
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
This damage anymore...
Don't turn your back on me,
I won't be ignored![/u]"

[i]Koryu stood once more, he brought his blade up, slicing his opponent in half.[/i]

"[u][b]No!!
Hear me out now!!!
You're gonna listen to me,
Like it or not!!!
Right now!!![/u][/b]"

[i]Koryu dropped his blade back into stuff space, leaping into the air once again and focusing his energy into the clouds above.[/i]

"[u][b]Hear me out now!!!
You're gonna listen to me,
Like it or not!!!
Right now!!![/u][/b]"

[i]Rain began to pour around Koryu's training field as the martial artist slammed his elbows into yet another shadow.[/i]

"[u]I can't feel
The way I did before.
Don't turn your back on me,
[b]I won't be ignored!!![/b][/u]"

[i]Koryu dropped a painful knee into a fallen opponent's back, then swept the feet from under his unseen elbow-slammed opponent.[/i]

"[u]I can't feel
The way I did before.
Don't turn your back on me,
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
This damage anymore...
Don't turn your back on me,
I won't be ignored![/u]"

[i]Koryu began to wind down, slowing into a kata of kicks and punches for a few minutes.[/i]

"[u]I can't feel....
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored![/u]"

[i]Koryu slammed his knee high up, thrusting his palms to either side, then spun on his planted foot, bringing his knee around in a bone-shattering temple slam.[/i]

"[u]Time won't heal...
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored![/u]"

[i]Koryu brought his knee to the ground from the slam, and cooled his blood from the exertion. A feral grin on his feline face, Koryu shifted into his panther form once again, exploding back towards his master's camp, unaware of the eyes that watched him and his still-pumping summoned downpour.

As Koryu entered camp, he shifted to his preferred human form, the energy from the numerous transformations in one day hitting him like a ton of bricks, leaving him exhausted. A smile graced Hoshi-sensei's face as Koryu stumbled into the bath, undressing for what would now be a chore for the martial artist.

Perhaps tonight, Hoshi's former brother would reawaken to his old self. Maybe, maybe not...[/i][/color]

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Credit where credit is due. I don't own Linkin Park or Faint, but they're both awesome. Therefore, I disclaim any rights to any money the above post might net the artists and song in question.

Now that that's outta the way, I've been listening to LP for too long....

[b]Edit:[/b]Gah....sorry, Flynn. I was NOT working on all my gears right then. I'm not right now, either. Sleep gooooooood.....

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Every time the wind blows from the west of Seer?s Hamlet, it brings with it the scent wafting from the nearby flower field. It is not a field so much as a plot of land but at its heart stood a magnificent wisteria tree. Some say it is enchanted for it blooms all year round but never sheds its purple flowers. On its boughs are lamps which glow with the fireflies and dye the tree a strange yet comforting cerulean at night.

Just a few yards away is a small cottage whose walls are covered with vines of different shades of green. In there the elf who takes care of the field, the tree and the vines resides. Most of the townsfolk call her Doc but she also goes by the name Ituile.

?Say, Doc, do you have any Vanilla Potion left??
?Vanilla Potion? Hmm... Let?s see...?
Ituile ran her finger across the top shelf as her eyes browsed quickly through the different labels.
?Ah! Here it is.?
She chose a bottle filled with liquid that looked like milk and placed it in front of the visitor.
?Anything else??
?No. Nothing else. Thanks, Doc.?
As she walked the visitor to the door, he brought out a small pouch of strange-looking plants and gave it to the elf. ?Here. They said you needed this.?
?Oh! Desert roses! Yes, thank you, I?m running low on these.?
?Well, just tell me when you need more.? The visitor nodded. ?Doc.?
Ituile bowed back as the visitor turned to go. ?Do take care!?
She started walking towards the wisteria tree.

[I]Desert roses: desert plants. Though an occasional drizzle helps, they?ll drown if there?s too much water. His training must be the cause. Hmm... maybe I should start planting desert roses here. [/I]
The wisteria tree greeted its caretaker with a long rustle and Ituile lovingly touched its trunk in acknowledgement. The sky was bluer than ever and its blue seemed to flow into the ocean miles away from Seer?s Hamlet. Towards the desert?s general direction, a gray silhouette broke the azure ether. The elf shook her head. [I]Koryu is there somewhere. And Hoshi must be with him, too.[/I]

?HEY! BRING SOME DESERT ROSES WITH YOU WHEN YOU GET BACK!?

She sighed and leaned on the tree.

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...Nothing. I'm still having trouble with my verb tenses. More so when I don't get enough sleep.
Hey, how do you indent paragraphs here?
:sleep:
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[SilverCyclone]

Tusco shuddered in the snow. He had been traveling south, leaving the cold northlands. He didnt know why, he just felt the need to head south. He would've flown, but the winds were to strong. He shrugged the snow off of his wings. The curst black wings that drained him of energy. He was prone to black outs because of them. He tightened the sword that was strapped horizontally across his lower back. He tried vainly to shield himself from the snow, but only succeeded in getting a mouthful of it. He trudged on, not knowing or caring what the strange force tugging at him was. He only wanted to get out of the northlands. He staggered, not used to extreme cold. He had spent most of the winter holed up in a nearby village. But then the tug began, and his curiousity got the better of him. Other then the blade, his only other possessions were his clothes. They bore the crest of his family, a wolf battling a fox. He had come to hate his very bloodline, and himself. His grandfather's greed caused him to bear the cursed wings of his family. Tusco raised his eyes to notice a canyon ahead. The wind was lessening, but was still too strong to fly. He sighed. [I]Looks like i'll be doing some climbing....[/I]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=darkslategray]Linken Park? Green Day? ....I think I'll leave it at that.

[i]One of the unfortunate features of predictable geography was that it was always slightly worse than one expected. Except in this case. Normally, the non coast side of mountain would descend into a grassy plain for a while, then peter out. This one went straight to desert. Not that Kael objected to cooked sand or anything, it just got stuck in his teeth.

Actually, the only objection to Kael had to deserts was the monotony. And one of the more monotonous things about deserts was that anything his size was automatically looked on as a food source. Meaning that right now, he had some serious dissuading to do. By hand, preferable. A rather typical grey worm, not particularly large for its kind, had decided burying itself under where Kael had been walking, and then attempting the terrestial equivalent of a shark's normal attack would be a good idea. It becomes rapidly less intelligent when the reactions of the target are measured in picoseconds (that's 10^-12 for all you non science students). Not even bothering to leap to the side, Kael just slid backwards slightly with the dislodged sand, landing on the tip of the worm's open maw. From the head that emerged, the creature was less than thirty feet in length, hardly a worry. With a rather impressive display, the creature heaved itself high enough to fully launch its full length from the sand, and crash down heavily in a dust cloud that momentarily turned the world brown. Kael moved with the worm, staying on its back as it landed, and flicking his sword into his hand. Feeling his weight, the worm started to roll, forcing Kael to flip off to the left. Rather oddly for its kind, the worm swivelled its head around to look at him, then sidewinded its way in the opposite direction, something he'd never seen them do before. When it got to about a hundred feet away, it stopped and reversed direction, straightening so that it was again basically charging towards him. Stupid move, but it hadn't gotten the point the first time.

Judgement was hardly a problem in his case, so with almost laconic ease, he sidestepped to the right and brought the blade up obliquely, cutting into the corner of the creature's mouth. Before it had even started to slow itself, he spun, catlike, and delivered a back hand blow with his right that dug in, and used the worm's momentum to cut a three foot gash out of its side, that ended with a sharp hook upwards as Kael spun his blade out. Kael thought things were going rather well, but it was at that point he found out why the worm had learnt to sidewind. Being about two feet away actually came close to testing him. A curious effect of the sinuous movement was that he could simply move into the section of the worm that was "retracted", or hadn't slipped sideways yet in terms of that move unit, meaning he didn't have to run directly away from it to avoid being crushed. Eventually, the idiotic thing grew as tired of it as he did, and stopped, swivelling its head around to level a baleful, if mindless, gaze, and snap at him. The effect was rather spoiled by the fact that half of its face was hanging off its jaw.

Trying a new tactic, the thing coiled up onto its back end, weaving its head around a good twenty feet in the air. Again, the creature was attempting to rely on speed, something that really didn't work against its current opponent. As it attempted to drop onto him, he rolled left, sweeping his sword upwards, and giving the thing a similar cut to the other side of its head.

This time, as it charged into the sand, it didn't stop. Kael stood up on the balls of his feet, but no subtle vibrations signified the worm would try again. Best decision it ever made no doubt. It was at that point he realised how the worm had detected him. Sighing at the necessity for what passed, by his standards, as prudence, he wound a slight, no more than a few millimetres thick, pocket of air around his boots. Admittedly, that air was dense enough to hold the weight of your average boulder, but it was still compressable enough (and that took all sorts of interesting rearrangements) to seem like a wind touching the surface of the sand, meaning he wouldn't be bothered by quasi-subterranean predators again.

Staring out at the bleak sand with something akin to resignation tempered only by his natural apathy, he trudged off. At least he didn't have to worry about sandstorms.[/font][/color][/i]

[Imp]

OOC: Hmmm... I kind of feel like I don't belong in this RPG...
IC:
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[color=blue]It was quite nice above the dark teal clouds that evening. The sun was preparing to sink below the horizon, leaving behind a trail of green, yellow, and pink light, all in brilliant neon colors, like search lights in a city. The fairylike creature Masuket managed to float above the mist with hardly any movement in the wongs that morphed from petal-like sashes on her back. She gazed in the direction of the lights as if she was hypnotized. What she didn't notice was that to her left stood a mountain that greatly breached the altitude of the clouds below. There seemed to be a large house made of a grayish blue stone, with rectangular pillars covering the sides. When the lights nearly blended in with the dark sapphire sky, Masuket's head shifted to the left as if a force from the mountain brought it there. Upon the sight of the building atop the mountain, Masuket came out of her relaxing trance and slowly glided towards it, picking up speed a little as she went. She decided to take things easy that day, not deciding to immerse herself in the clouds and emerge below them only to risk being struck by lightning or large chunks of hail.

As Masuket approached the building on the peak of the mountain, a faint yet alluring song rang out towards her so that she could barely hear it. This immediately reminded her of a siren, so she had to be careful and aware in case there were dangers in the presence of possible civilization. However, when she cast a sideways look at the bracelet on her right wrist, she saw that the white runelike inscriptions embedded on it were faded and barely visible, indicating that no perils awaited her. Around her, the sky grew dimmer, and stars started to turn on in the sky like microscopic light bulbs. Masuket's destination was still visible, though no light shone through the gaps between the pillars of the mysterious dwelling. Moments later, as she landed on the cool rocks on the summit, the singing increased in volume, so that words could at times be identified. But they could not be deciphered, however--they seemed to be in a different language. Masuket could tell this because she heard the word "amasu", which, she learned, meant "mountain" in some language or another and was part of what her name meant. One of her first thoughts was that the song was about her, but she heard no "kete"--the other half of her name, meaning "cold" or "icy". As these thoughts buzzed around in her mind, she found herself standing behind one of the pillars. By that time, the sky was nearly pitch black, but a glow came from the full moon in the direction where the set sun had been.

As the singing continued, Masuket emerged from behind the pillar todiscover a room with no walls around it--the only "walls" were the pillars surrounding the whole area. The room was built in a perfect circle, and the cone-shaped ceiling lay on the pillars, about fifty feet from the ground. The room was four times that length in diameter. To Masuket's astonishment, the room was deserted. As she stepped onto the flat floor of the room, it glowed, in a soothing bluish purple blend of colors. She then looked up and saw what looked like the sky above, except painted on the ceiling. At the very center of it was a hole--this inspired queries inside Masuket's train of thought. She continued walking then stopped in the very center, which was marked by a small yellow dot. At this point, to her surprise, the singing stopped. Silence spread as quickly as a forest fire--the song didn't even linger in Masuket's head. She then tried to remain calm, though she didn't even bother to close her eyes. A faint ring was heard off to the right--Masuket looked there and raised her right arm only to find that the markings on her bracelet glowed with a piercing white light. This worried her briefly, but then she merely shook her head, ready for any incoming danger, if there was any.[/color]

OOC: Don't have time to post much more...

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As the twilight star appeared above the western horizon, a passing breeze stole a lilac blossom from the wisteria tree. The petals rocked along the waves of the gentle wind and sailed downwards, their paths traced fragile yet resplendent lightwaves in the air. With another brief gust, heart of the field was illuminated by numerous cerulean lightwaves suspended in midair.

[I][FONT=Book Antiqua]?Elen-uial síla lúmenn' omentielvo...?[/FONT][/I]
A hazy apparition materialized beside her. It was a knight dressed in the distinctive emerald robes of Aflheim?s protectors. His platinum hair, blown by an unfelt wind, glistened in the lightwaves and slowly fell on his back. The figure greeted her with a bow. [I][FONT=Book Antiqua]?...Ituile.?[/FONT][/I]
She nodded in acknowledgement and began, ?The inquiry is nearing a conclusion. Tell the High Elf I have reason to believe that the Beast--??

?Lady Ituile, when will you return to Aflheim??

The boughs of the wisteria started to sway gently in the wind that gathered from the west and Seregross directed his eyes towards the rustling leaves.
She smiled and thought her companion was amusing. ?You already know what my answer is.?
?? Of course. It is ?When I feel like returning.??

?How is Aflheim??
?The disturbances are occurring more frequently lately. The High Elf is holding the Beast responsible.? Seregross folded his arms across his chest. ?But everything else is in order. The Frontlines are still operational and so far, there has been no show of hostility from Formenréna?
?I see. And??
?Do you still not wish to return to Aflheim??
Ituile shook her head. ?...is there anything else??
?The Lady High Elf bid me to give you this.? From within his robe, Seregross brought out a thin scroll bound in golden cords resplendent in ethereal light. And he took her hand and pressed the scroll into it. ?To you the scroll of Palúremir is bequeathed as to me is the scroll of Elenuial...? As held her hands close to his breast, he spoke in a language unknown to her. Yet she understood his voice inside her mind.

[I][FONT=Book Antiqua]The Lady High Elf enlightened me of your task and hence our paths will diverge. If this is where our fates cease to intertwine, then let it be so.[/FONT][/I]

One of Ituile?s hands broke through his clasp and touched Seregross? cheek. She sighed, smiled and said,
?Lord Seregross, do not burden your self with such trivial cares. I do not let my fate be lead by anyone but myself, and I choose it to be eternally bound with yours.?

Seregross smiled and started to fade. ?However distant from our realm your charge may take you, may the scroll of the Earth never fail and forever be in your service as it was in Aflheim?s.?
And Ituile answered, ?May we fare well until our next meeting.?

The lightwaves started to fade as the twilight star descended and joined the Sun beneath the western horizon. A soft wind went by, and when it swung her hair, she heard in it Seregross' voice

[I][FONT=Book Antiqua]...I, too, have long bound my fate to yours.[/FONT][/I]

[B][CENTER]~o~o~o~o~[/CENTER][/B]
[B]OOC:[/B]
:love:
Finally!
Note: [I]Elenuial [/I]is Elven for ?twilight star? and [I]Palúremir[/I] is ?a precious thing of the Earth?s bosom?. I?ve been in Tolkien mode lately. I hope I got these Elven words right. *giggles*
Nefertimon, you DO belong here! The RPG?s just starting so it might feel like our characters live in completely different worlds. :D

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[Valen]

OOC: Sorry I'm late...

IC:
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=blue]Hoshi Omigami thought that his former brother was ready to know the truth, but something in the back of his mind kept nagging at him to not tell a soul about this, but rather bring him to his next training area... after a little fun that is.[/color][/font]
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[font=Comic Sans MS][color=blue]Hoshi grabbed the hilt of his blade that he dubbed "Hoshiko" without taking his eyes off of the snoozing Koryu. He charged at Koryu at a blinding speed, the friction of the air against Hoshiko causing the air around it to freeze instantly, while the sand of the desert was left to thaw over the years to come. [/color][/font]
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[font=Comic Sans MS][color=#0000ff]As he ran, he realized that if Koryu had any chance of waking up, it would be within the next couple of seconds. His eyes slanted as he brought Hoshiko just above Koryu's head, leaving him a nice trail of iced air dropping icicles onto his head. Koryu began to get a smirk on his face as the blade stopped right above his chest. Hoshi noticed that something wasn't quite right....[/color][/font]

[SilverCyclone]

Tusco let out a sharp cry as his hand slipped. He slid down a little ways on the canyon wall before finally regaining his grip. He caught his breath, holding the rock tightly. [I]Damned wind! What angers you so much today?[/I]
He slide another few feet down. He couldnt risk falling. If the wind was still too strong, it would rip his wings apart. He knew in somepart of his mind that it was getting warmer as he neared the bottom, but at the moment, he was worried about getting to the bottom.
"Just grab the wall, and breathe. Grab and breathe..."
He continued to lower himself painfully lower, wincing at the cuts the rock made in his hands. He flapped his wings to regain his balance.
"See? Easy...just gotta..."
He stopped his mutterings as a crumbling noise came from his recent hand hold.
"Oh...that cant be good..."
The rock broke off under his hand. He let out a cry of shock as he fell away from the wall. Spreading his wings, he ignored the horrific shock of the pain as hail ripped through them. He fell swiftly, his wings manuevering him through the rocks. About a hundred feet from the bottom, he lost control, slamming into the wall with a scream of pain. He fell to the ground in a bloody heap, blacking out as he hit the floor.

[Talon]

[color=teal][i]Koryu was resting peacefully, as peacefully as he could, in the harsh desert. It should be odd, he thought. He should have been screaming his lungs bloody, should have tried to curl up and cry at the images before him, the memories that weren't his. Yet he didn't. For some reason, they comforted him. Koryu sighed and settled deeper into his sleep.

But he was denied. Some part of his mind, long locked away, surfaced just a little. Before Koryu really knew what he was doing, he found Arashi in his hand and a smirk on his face, the blade pressing just barely against Hoshi's crotch. Hoshi's blade, however, was a full inch away from Koryu's heart. A line, a zinger from somewhere in his memories, came to the fore.[/i]

[b]Koryu:[/b] Ah, ah, aah, Hoshi. You get close to the kill, but when next we fight, you sing soprano.

[i]Hoshi audibly gasped as Koryu banished Arashi to its subspace pocket and pulled the sleeping bag over his head, summoning a pleasantly gentle rain to help him sleep. Somehow, some way, the beating of rain on the ground, even in the desert, always made him more comfortable, as if he couldn't quite live without it. Koryu sighed, this time in happiness, as he settled into the sleep he knew would bring more strange memories, yet he was completely calm about it.

Hoshi, meanwhile, was standing stock-still, a strange grin on his face. It was happening. Slowly, but surely, his brother was coming back. It was happening a day at a time, but dear Kami-sama, it was happening! Now, if only they could find their other brother. Hoshi's face turned to a contemplative look as they wondered where their wayard kin had gone.

Both were completely ignorant of the new company they were about to keep.[/color][/i]

[Valen]

[font=Comic Sans MS][color=blue]A strange feeling came over Hoshi as the grin on his face faded. Was this...joy, or was it just anxiety of his brother becoming closer to the awakening? His senses so high, but it was time to let Koryu rest up for his next big day of... "fun." Hoshi withdrew his long sword in the manner as an ancient Kenshin would after he delivered the final broad-sided slash at his opponent's shoulder, then turned to face the moonlit desert. [/color][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=#0000ff][/color][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=#0000ff]Hoshi: Sleep well, grasshopper. Tomorrow we learn more. [/color][/font]
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[font=Comic Sans MS][color=#0000ff]Hoshi raised his head only to be welcomed by Koryu standing in front of him, blade pointed to Hoshi's throat. Hoshi smirked at this. "It seems your love for the fight has returned." he thought as he stared at Koryu. Koryu returned the smirk and leapt backward in a fighter stance. His stance seemed to just say "come and get me, old lech," and Hoshi did just that.[/color][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=#0000ff][/color][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=black](OOC: "Evil Festival" (Lu Bu's theme from Dynasty Warriors 4) for the next part)[/color][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=blue]Hoshi ran at Koryu at a rather slow rate, only twice the speed of light. Koryu easily countered with a backslash to Hoshi's gut. Hoshi picked up the pace with a quick slash to Koryu's upper torso, but was blocked by Koryu's blade. The two traded blows in a rather uniform fashion. It looked more like a fencing match, well with Koryu on the offensive slashing and jabbing while Hoshi blocked and parried. [/color][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=#0000ff][/color][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=#0000ff]Koryu leapt at Hoshi ready to swipe at his head when Hoshi countered with an upward slash that threw Koryu off balance. He took this opportunity to step back for a moment to regain his concentration. After regaining his concentration, his eyes went into a slit as he charged at Koryu with his blade extended behind him. Upon reaching Koryu he brought the hilt into Koryu's chest, then landed a roundhouse kick to his left side. Hoshi leapt backward, doing a midair flip and landed on his feet, his back facing Koryu.[/color][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=#0000ff][/color][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][color=#0000ff]Hoshi: Now then, sleep. We train more tomorrow.[/color][/font]

[SilverCyclone]

Tusco slowly opened his eyes. His head was throbbing from pain, and his wings felt like they were on fire. He lay on his back for awhile, getting his bearings. He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"Ahh...that hurt..."
He glanced around. The canyon was narrow and freezing. He winced as he raised a hand to his head. He was still bleeding, and could barely walk.
"Damn..."
He glanced up at the canyon mouth. The wind was still blowing, but Tusco was protected from it. It was jagged rock up the walls. Tusco noticed the rock he had slammed into, still wet with his blood. A few stray feathers were on it as well. The elf tested his wings, flapping them slowly. He winced again. He brought his knees up to his chest, his back against the wall. He closed his wings around his body for warmth.
"I'll rest for tonight...I should be safe down here..."
A few minutes later he was sleeping peacefully, his black wings blending in with the rock around him. He had failed to notice the pair of glowing eyes staring at him from above the canyon.

[Imp]

[color=blue]The silence remained in the room in which Masuket stood. Masuket looked around, worry slowly arising in a part of her that commanded her to run away. But she didn't--she was curious as to the wonders of this room. Silence remained for the next minute or so.

All of a sudden, a purple fog swirled slightly behind all the pillars. The streaks of fog spun around the circumference of the room, eventually forming a misty purple wall. A whole bunch of different thoughts raced through Masuket's head, telling her to do completely different things. One told her to leave the room since the wall was made of fog, another told her to destroy the room, and yet another told her to stay where she was. After quickly eliminating the thought of destruction, her decision seesawed between the remaining two. Before she could panic, she looked at her bracelet to find that same piercingly bright white light. She then looked up at the hole in the center of the wall, looking at it occasionally. Wall, bracelet, hole. Wall, bracelet, hole. Masuket's sight shifted between the three; she wished she had some psychic power she heard of that allowed someone to see everything at once, as well as through things and at things at a far distance. Eventually, she closed her eyes and paid attention to the room she was in--the fog, the hole, and her bracelet, especially. No sound came from the room--all Masuket could hear was her own breathing. She didn't feel anything different, but she didn't dare open her eyes. She started waving her hands around in all directions, almost involuntarily. Then she could feel things getting colder, and she opened her eyes at last. However, all she could see was a swirl of snow--she had created a blizzard inside the room. There was sound then, but only the whistle of the wind. When Masuket slowly put her hands down, the blizzard started to calm. Masuket calmed the storm in a certain way, so that no snow fell upon the floor. She looked around and saw that the wall around the room had turned into solid rock. She looked at her bracelet to find that the glow had not faded. She looked at the hole in the center of the ceiling and...

What looked like a giant shimmering diamond floated out of the hole and down, hovering a few feet above Masuket's head. As soon as Masuket started to feel drowsy from staring at the blue dot at the bottom of the crystal, she stepped back and looked down slightly. But as soon as her foot left the small circle in the center of the room, the whole room grew completely dark except for the brightly shining crystal the, surprisingly, did not light up the rest of the room--only itself. The other light came from Masuket's bracelet, which still glowed brightly. Masuket looked back at the crystal. One of the sides of the crystal reflected an image of the markings on one of the pillars. Strangely, the writing was legible to her--it read (letters translated) "pi sundira dale walino tshu". Masuket thought about this for a moment then realized the sentence translated to "The curse will be cast now." Masuket put on a confused expression. She then looked at another side of the crystal, which showed her reflection. She quickly looked to another face of the prism, and at this she was taken by surprise. On that panel was the image of a thunderbolt and a shadowy figure standing in front of it. Masuket spun around to find that no one was there, then stared back at the thunderbolt/shadow image with confusion.

After a few moments, the same song from before echoed once again, and the crystal spun around slowly, looking like a diamond version of a disco ball. Masuket listened closely to the song and tried to figure out what it meant. The meaning was different this time--she didn't hear about a mountain being mentioned--instead, the song seemed to be talking about the gods... Again, many thoughts filled Masuket's head. One told her to keep listening to the song, another told her to inspect the crystal further, and another told her to attack the crystal. Yet another told her to leave, but she knew she couldn't because there was no way out. This time, Masuket had a particularly hard time deciding what to do...

Eventually, she decided to obey the listening thought and the inspecting thought at the same time. As she listened to the song, which seemed to rant on about gods and stars and prophecies and spells, she walked around the crystal to view the other sides of it. Some showed nothing, some showed her reflection, but one showed the same thunderbolt/shadow image as before. As she was walking around, the crystal shone even more brightly and shot what looked like mini-swords of light out of it. At this, Masuket formed a ball of light in front of her, which sprouted a wall of thunder that blocked the little knives. Still holding the ball steady, her right hand moved slowly up and down with a motion similar to an ocean wave. The same motion occured in an actual wave of water, which attempted to wash over the crystal but was repelled. Soon, the water was morphed into a sphere that surrounded the crystal--this gave Masuket an idea. Her eyes glowed with a soft blue light, and a faint blue glow appeared around her. All around her, the air grew colder and colder until the water on the ground and surrounding the crystal started to freeze. Soon, the whole floor was covered in ice, and a sphere of ice enclosed the floating crystal. Nothing seemed to happen after that, though Masuket's bracelet kept on glowing...[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=darkslategray][i]His trackless step still easy, despite the hours he'd spent out here, Kael cast an irritated glance at the sun, aggravated that his abilities failed to extend to dealing with the temperature. He could certainly ignore it if he had to, but having to was starting to grow tedious. Stopping for a second, he considered what he could actually do, and decided that despite the overkill factor, it was probably worth it.

Concentrating, Kael lowered the air pressure around him on a huge scale, something like a hundred yard radius, forming a cylinder equal to that high. It wasn't actually that difficult, not when the air was this hot anyway. And along those lines, he directed waves of heat, one of the few abilities he had outside the sphere of air, into the section of high pressure above the quasi-evacuated area he'd created.

Rather than suck back into the low pressure area, the heat caused the particles above his cylinder to rise upwards rapidly, vapourising no small number of them at the same time. Kael braced himself and released his will. Sure enough, a rush of cooler air flew over him. So his theory worked, but sifting sand out of the air would be tedious. Tampering with natural laws was probably not the best option here.

Sighing, Kael assumed his wyvern form and spiralled upwards. From his vantage point, he had a much better, though hardly encouraging, view of the desert. Asiding the peaks on the horizons, the only landmark he could see was a small rocky outcrop a couple of miles away. There was no sign of outward habitation, though he thought he could make out something resembling an alcove in the rock that could house anything.

A couple of minutes flying later, the heat bothering him much less in this reptilian, endothermic form, and the rock feature was below him. There was certainly a low cave like opening in the rock, and was probably worth investigating, even if only for a place for a quick meal. Landing, he resumed his own form with some relief, and cautiously ducked his head down to take a look, his hand on his sword.

After a low spur of rock, the cave op to a height where he could comfortably stand, though most normal people wouldn't be able to. Slipping easily in, he stood up and looked around, not particularly bothered by the relative darkness. Interestingly enough, there was a metal door embedded, at a 45 degree angle, on the inner face. Without much thought, or particular concern, for the consequences, he walked over and knocked. Even more interestingly, that action caused the rock face behind him to shudder and fall, leaving him theoretically entombed. The door did open though.[/I]

"...That's never happened before."[/font][/color]

[Delta]

[FONT=Garamond][COLOR=DarkRed]
[B]"Well met, weary traveller and elven brother!"[/B]

"You were at the bottom of a canyon when the people found you. I guess they took you as half-dead and immediately brought you here... I hope you meant to be found."
Ituile's guest attempted to sit up yet he failed miserably. "Do not strain yourself for your condition is still fragile," she quietly reprimanded. Her guest looked around. The moon was already hovering above the western horizon. Where its light entered the room were his effects. The rest of the room was dimly lit by a few candles save for the spot where his host stood. In her hand was a lamp that glowed with a quiet, ethereal blue.

"Oh, how forgetful of me! I haven't introduced myself.
[FONT=Book Antiqua][I]Ituile eneth nîn. Heniach nin?[/I][/FONT]"

The guest nodded. "I am Tusco." He noticed the curious look in her eyes, as if she was examining him and thinking deeply at the same time. "What is it?"
Ituile shook her head and smiled. "I noticed... You wear a most unusual crest. Though my knowledge of crests is vast, yours is foreign to me. Perhaps you would tell me more about it?"

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[SilverCyclone]

Tusco touched the crest, suddenly aware of his surroundings.
"The crest is that of my bloodline. I am of the Wolfbane clans, outcasts of elven society because of our greed and lust for power. Though I hate my ancestry, I must wear this crest. It...reminds me, I guess...perhaps, when I atone for my sins...I can remove it..."
She smiled, still staring at the crest. Her eyes moved to the wings, now folded weakly across his back. He followed her gaze.
"These...are my punishment in blood. The Wings of Hell. For my grandsire's greed, I bear this burden, this curse."
He stared at the floor, obviously not wanting to continue. The wounds in his wings were healed, but still sore. He winced as he folded them tighter across his back.
"My sword is..."
"Is here. Along with your outfit. Sorry, but we had to remove your clothes to bandage you. You were severely wounded."
Tusco nodded. He lay back, staring at the sky through a window. He covered himself with his wings like a blanket.
"I am no longer in the northlands...the cold is gone. Where am I? Am I a guest, or a prisoner?"

[Delta]

[FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=DarkRed]
"Neither a prisoner or a guest," she smiled. "A patient then, I guess. Content yourself with the thought that I am not an enemy."
And with those words, Ituile left the room.
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[Imp]

OOC: Usually, I join other characters by the third post... should I break the tradition or not...
IC:
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[color=blue]Masuket looked around to find out that the walls of the room were still solid. Before the frozen floor caused her to slip, she briefly tried to balance herself on her left heel. As soon as she did that, she jumped up, her shoes sprouting ice skate blades before they hit the ground. She then gave a slight push with her foot, causing her to glide towards the wall. She was not challenged by balance, for she did this many times before. Nervous and confident thoughts clouded her mind as she drew closer to the wall. Just in case, she kept her hands out to catch herself. But the second she touched the wall, the wall turned back into fog, and a sharp gust of wind pushed Masuket towards the center of the room, where the sphere-enclosed crystal hovered midair. Thinking quickly, Masuket ducked, sliding right under the crystal. As soon as she did this, the crystal fell behind her, crashing on the ground and shattering. The room grew nearly dark, though the fog lit up the room slightly with its faint luminescence. Masuket sighed with relief, whereupon she bent down and picked up a piece of the crystal. She thought that it would come in handy later on. She also kept the blue sphere that had been on the bottom of the crystal; it felt like a ball of glass. Then, she looked at the wall, assuming she could just pass right through it. With a push, she glided on her left foot towards a space between the pillars, a wall of purple fog, preparing for a jump prior to emerging from the cylindrical room.

To her amazement, when Masuket passed through the fog with a jump (her skates morphed back to regular shoes), she found herself in a townlike place, with all windows dark except one. Nobody was seen, except someone exiting the lit building. Masuket started to walk towards the light, feeling nervous and curious at the same time. Normally, she wouldn't be walking towards people, but the exception was if she was bored or felt curious for a change. She glanced at her bracelet to find that it had stopped glowing--this filled her with more relief. After a few moments, she stopped walking upon being about a hundred feet away from the dimly lit building, whereupon she stopped to sort out her thoughts and to clam her opposite feelings.[/color]

OOC: OK, I did a combination of both...

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=darkslategray][i]A nasty suspicion was starting to dawn. Kael had been following the path downwards for about an hour, and the darkness was starting to gain a slight incarnadine infusion. The tunnel curled slightly, a spiral, and at the bottom of that spiral was a likely molten environment. Kael didn't know many beings that lived in such places, but he did know one individual rather well, and he wasn't sure whether he should sharpen his words or his sword for the meeting. Aggravating creature, his father, nearly as much so as himself, should he choose to be honest about it. Which he doubted he would.

At last coming into a large subterranen chamber, Kael rolled his eyes knowingly. Surrounded by a veritable lava sea, a small rocky islet rose majesticly, and reclined on top of it was a colossal drake. Kael knew him rather well.[/i]

"Why the extensive rigamarole?"

"You had a couple of reservations of first. I thought it would be best to let them simmer for a while."

"So just how many hours was I walking around in an illusory desert for?"

"Only six or seven. The rest of it was real"

[i]Kael considered that a moment. His father must have been feeling generous, or impatient. Normally it would have been about a week. Perhaps it would be best to get to the heart of it quickly, and leave off stabbing his father in the eye until later.[/i]

"So, again, why all this?"

"Alright. This time, try to remember some of the things I tell you..."

[i]Of course, he didn't actually say anything. He just flicked a stream of lazy thought towards his son. Kael caught several visions, a bit of history, and the names "Koryu" and "Hoshi". After taking a few minutes to internalise and make sense of it all, he turned to his father in disgust, and, reminding him that more of his blood flowed true than he'd like to think, walked across the air over the lava sea to the rocky island. He father flicked his serpentine neck, conceding the point with ill grace.[/i]

"What the hell for? And why me? We've never been bothered to involve ourselves in the Gods' struggles before. What's changed?"

"Well, this time it may just be neccessary. Our presence may be required to tip the balance to favour whatever side's asendence will benefit us. At the moment, that rests with Koryu, but should that change, I'll let you know."

"Alright. For now. But why aren't you, or Xvirran, or someone else doing it? It would certainly be more effective."

"Because I am an elemental drake, Xvirran, much as your cousin annoys me, mainly because of his similarity to you, is the spawn of a Trueblood dragon, and you are a lowly genasi. You get to do what you're told."

"That's hardly been an issue before, and wouldn't be now, given what's at stake."

[i]His father hissed, a sound like a steam canister being punctured and raised his head, eyes flashing, swaying ominously.[/i]

"Amusing, and offensive, as the concept is, Xvirran, myself and the others are ...limited... by the lack of human blood. That will be neccessary, to varying extents, in the upcoming confrontation. Pure blood will not serve, nor would it be allowed."

"...You do realise that does cause me to realise you've been playing fast and loose with the facts about Xvirran's parentage."

"A fact you'll learn no more about, and keep to yourself. You can go now."

[i]Kael spun on his heel and left, this time striding straight across the lava, just to get in the final point. A slight stirring behind him warned him that leaving a little quicker would be a good idea. He wasn't quite up to the idea of facing his father right now, since he wasn't sure about just how much of his surroundings was real, and how much illusion. His thoughts turned back to his "mission" as the lava cave faded behind him. Logic dictated that finding those involved was the first priority, and the second priority was finding out what was important enough to break millenia of non-involvement on the draconic part. Despite what his father said, he had a feeling he could still get a couple of old acquaintances involved in this, mainly in intelligence gathering. There was more going on here than he'd been told, and he wanted to find out what. Just to be a pain in the ass, basically.

He emerged from the cave, with a now fully open rock face, and walked back out into the desert. Disappointingly smaller than last time he'd seen it.[/font][/color][/i]

[SilverCyclone]

Tusco finished dressing himself. He folded his wings across his back, once again wincing. [I]She's not my enemy. I guess that should content me...the tug is gone...thats enough for me[/I]
"Lets take a look at my surroundings then..."
He left the room, slipping somewhat. Pausing, he unfolded his wings as a cool wind blew through him. He opened his eyes and saw someone a small ways away from him. He folded his wings quickly and stared at her. He suddenly realized what he did and averted his eyes.
"Sorry...didnt mean to stare." he mumbled.

[Imp]

[color=blue]At first, Masuket had weird thoughts at Tusco's stare, but them she just smiled, knowing that similar things had happened before to her.
"I thought I noticed," Masuket started to say, "A figure with black wings such as yours, wandering in a canyon. I was just about to head down there when I saw you and decided to head somewhere else instead." She looked at Tusco but was careful not to stare much, as was her normal instinct. There was a pause, within which Tusco wore a confused expression. Ituile walked past and noticed the two, but she just smiled and continued walking.
"...And why do you say this?" Tusco finally asked. Masuket merely shrugged and cast a sideways glance at her bracelet, which still had no glow.
"I sense no evil within you," Masuket continued, ignoring what Tusco said earlier, "so therefore that puts us on the same side. Though I remember your ancestors, I gather that you must be quite independent from them. Thus I wonder about what you wanted in terms of the divine disruption. All I have is a score to settle with the storm brothers, or maybe a curiosity, I guess I should say, about the legend of Rain and Thunder... This I heard of all my life..."
"...Is this a question?" Tusco wondered.
"Yes, I just have slight vocabulary problems. To be simple, what's your... objective?" Masuket didn't think she worded the question correctly, and she laughed inside her head at what she just said. She sighed as she awaited a response.[/color]

OOC: Yeah, I know that post was weird...

[SilverCyclone]

Tusco tilted his head as he thought about her question.
"I...honestly dont know really. Ive been following a..."tug" since a few months ago."
"Tug?"
Tusco didnt have the vocabulary nor the intelligence to phrase it better. He looked at her helplessly.
"I assumed that if I followed it, I would find my answers. So far, all thats really happened is I have new questions. I guess you could say that I...havent really decided what my objective is..."
He seemed almost sad as he said this. His wings flapped slowly as a breeze hit him from behind.
"Maybe I have a vendetta against them. I remember my mother saying something about a Lord of Thunder. My ancestors worshiped them I believe, so I guess you could say this is...a followers vengeance."
"A follower's vengeance?"
"I hated my bloodline. I still do, actually. But I heard rumors that my clan was once a a noble family in elven society. But we were decieved...so, this is a follower's vengeance to a false master that he never worshipped, but has suffered for."
Tusco unfolded his wings, letting the air blow through them. He glanced at her.
"But you said you had a vendetta against them. Now it is your turn to explain. Please try to keep the dialect simple."