Post by Tracen Tenshou on Jun 27, 2015 6:00:59 GMT
Even the vibrant town of Magnolia had its shadows. Darkness had settled into the air, with most citizens asleep at such an hour. The seemingly peaceful night was not without its dangers, the sound of steel ringing distinctly from an alley. The scuffy-looking thief grabbed hold of the woman tightly, pressing a dagger to her throat. “I mean it – one step closer and she's dead, she is,” he insisted. One of his partners already lay slumped on the ground.
Their assailant was draped in a cloak from head to toe. His face was hidden beneath a white mask, blue eyes glowing beneath. And in his hand, the faint gleam of steel, from his spear. “I'm not here for the girl,” Tracen growled, advancing despite t he earlier threat.
“Wha- Don't mess with me, I'm in a dark guild, we're...” He swore as the other man continued to advance. Removing the knife from her throat, roughly he shoved the dame at the crazed vigilante. As soon as she was out of his arms, he turned and ran.
Tracen was momentarily halted as the girl was thrust into his chest. He had to quickly reposition so that he didn't accidentally impale the girl on his spear, somewhat unintentionally roughly shoving her to the side. It had cost him a few precious seconds that the other man had used to flee.
“Tch...” He now had the choice of chasing the man, or dealing with the girl. He'd already hesitated, so he decided to turn to the girl. “You all right?” He decided to abandon the chase for now, especially since she looked a little stunned after being slammed into a wall. She nodded hesitantly, a bit intimidated by someone wearing a mask. Her mouth moved to say something, but he interrupted... “Just because I saved you doesn't make you innocent. People like that guy, they don't go after others unless they can make something out of it.”
“What?! No, I...” She began to back away, but every step she took back, he matched forward. “I've never met him before, I don't even know what he wanted...”
“He said he was in a dark guild! For all I know, you could be worse than him!” His voice was progressively getting louder. Despite indirectly saving her just a moment ago, it seemed her savior might equally aggressive...
Razhiel was a bit ruffled to say the least. She had been awake for… she couldn’t remember how long now. The last monsters she fought, before coming into whatever the hell town this was, were some kind of bat like creature. Fast, sharp teeth, and traveled in packs. Similar to Remobra. ‘Why were there so many flying, reptilian, monsters?’ It was late. The type of late where even the drunkards have went home. She was in search of an inn that was not full. Hell she would take a stable of horses and sprawl on some hay. The woods, which normally she did not have a problem camping in, were crawling with monsters. She was inwardly worried it was starting… Razhiel shook her head. Some yelling up ahead and around the corner and then loud footsteps. She stopped right before turning the corner. She could already tell the person had turned once heading towards the same corner she was at.There was a one in three chance he would turn the corner where she stood.
Fate must have been knocking. He turned her corner and was bulldozed by a train as her fist shot out and broke his jaw, sufficiently knocking him out. Violet orbs stormy she heard more yelling. Using both hands, she grabbed whoever the hell it was and threw him over her shoulder. Carrying him, she turned the corner and walked towards the alley where the shouting was coming from.
Taking in the scene and hearing the end sentence of ‘He said he was in a dark guild! For all I know, you could be worse than him,’ she deduced the masked guy was responsible for the slumped guy on the floor and the man that ran into her. The woman looked petrified… but looks were deceiving. Tossing the guy she caught at the feet of the masked marauder, her tone irritated, “Yours, I presume.” She had yet to glance at the woman besides the first overall look of the situation.
Post by Tracen Tenshou on Jun 29, 2015 5:03:19 GMT
Tracen turned abruptly at the approach of another, only to find a newcomer who dropped the dark guild member who had fled just a moment before.“Yours, I presume.”His previous anger faltered. Blue eyes stared at her from beneath his mask, his voice momentarily forgotten. She looked familiar, though the light was dim. Surely he must be mistaken. But if he was mistaken, who was she? It was far too late for a normal person to wander the street, and her actions hardly matched that of a Templar.
“You're innocent,” he turned briefly to the woman he had just 'saved'. “Not because of what you have or haven't done, but because that is what I have decided. Now leave us.” The former hostage was happy to oblige, darting away immediately, before the seemingly volatile man could change his mind. Which just left him alone with Raz, and the two broken men.
“You're a long way from home... traveler.” The more he stared, the more certain he felt that they did indeed know each other. “Running into an alley to deliver a dark guild villain to a masked man... I could be equally as evil. I could be crazy, and set my sight upon you next.” Despite his words, he strapped his spear to his back. “It's hardly the kind of action a woman should take. And you're no Templar. So do you fancy yourself a vigilante?”
His abrupt dismissal of the woman had Razhiel chuckling. She watched with vague disinterest as the woman ran without another word. If she had truly been innocent, Razhiel doubted the woman would ever go outside again when the darkness began to eat the light. Violet orbs turned and took in the cloaked man, a glint and she saw his eyes were blue. A thoughtful frown formed on her face. Thumbs tucked in her front pockets she simply stared at him.
The frown was replaced by narrowed eyes, “My home was destroyed. “ His next words had her looking him up and down. She gave a half nod as if in consideration of the equally as evil and crazy part. "Or you could easily say thank you since I did half the work for you." When he spoke again she considered knocking him off his feet. Now she felt insulted. “What does my being a woman have anything to do with my actions? For all you know I could kick your ass. Please set your sights upon me, I assure you I am no mouse to your cat.” Inhaling she tried to get a sense of who and what he was. The alley’s filth filled her nose and she had to refrain from wrinkling her nose. Razhiel stretched in a ‘magical’ sense, her eyes alight. “I am about as templar as you are. And your one to judge, what does one covered in a cloak and mask call himself?” Though he had sheathed his weapon that meant nothing as Razhiel watched him with keen eyes.
Post by Tracen Tenshou on Jul 4, 2015 20:37:12 GMT
Destroyed. Valland was dismantled, but not destroyed, in his mind. If it had a mind to, Valland could rise again. Definitely with a different figurehead, but the remnants shattered by the war could be united. It wouldn't truly be destroyed until their influence faltered, when dragons and their slayers been put to rest. She seemed slightly upset by his words, though he'd meant moreso to make her uncomfortable than actually upset. Maybe he didn't really have a good reason for that either, seeing her invoked both gratitude and distrust.
"Thank you." He took her suggestion literally. "I suppose you being a woman has nothing to do with anything," he admitted. If she was a wizard before a woman, that was her choice. Her eyes were aglow with some sort of magic, as if she were trying to see into his soul. Maybe it was her reverse way of now trying to make him feel uncomfortable. What does one call himself? It was only then that he realized he'd never thought of a name. The mask and garb was more of a way to distinguish himself from his other self, rather than hide his identity. But he couldn't very well call himself Tracen, because the unaware self lacked the capabilities to deal with the kind of consequences he would bring.
"I am myself, the only true self," he said slowly, more to think of how to more properly answer her question's intent. She already knew that he wouldn't give her real name, but there needed to be something. "But I'm not going to let you come up with a name to use on me, so call me Eclipse. And what should I call you? Though not a Templar, you seemed unusually keen on jumping into a fray for nothing save the sake of justice."
Eclipse? Now that was a funny name the human boy had come up with for himself. Tyr had to keep herself from giggling as she watched from afar. She honestly hadn't realized that her rescuee had come to magnolia; she'd only come there to pass through and keep searching for where he'd gone to, but after an interesting day of exploring the city... it had turned into a more interesting night.
She was cloaked in her special dragon magic, disguising any hint of her smell; she was extremely light on her feet due to her wind aspected magic, making her virtually undetectable. The only thing that might have been overheard was her stifling her own giggle from above was she spied on Tracen.
They'd met before, though of course he'd assumed she was some young girl playing outside when they'd met. It was better that way. He *was* being programmed to hate dragons after all, and though she'd interrupted whatever they were doing exactly... she honestly had no idea what he would do to her.
So who was this girl? She didn't smell like a normal human, nor did she have the smell of a dragon. That meant she was no dragon slayer, not even a fake one. So... who was s-
The little dragon's thoughts were cut off when the piece of wall she was leaning on decided to break, causing her to suddenly tumble to the ground behind the woman with a yelp. A puff of dirt kicked up, and a few stray bits of wall fell down on top of her (nothing big or damaging, mind you.) "Owww. Stupid human walls..." she grumbled, right before she squeaked and looked up at the two people she'd formerly been positioned above. "Oh! Er... Hi! It's a nice night for an evening, isn't it?"
Razhiel tilted her head to the side as if trying to figure something out. She knew no one by the name of Eclipse, though not everyone she had ever met gave her their name. His smell hit her, violet orbs widened. Memories began to play within her mind’s eye. Distracted by the man before her she did not hear the amused breath of their spy from above. “Razhiel LilyAnn Takashi. You may call me Razhiel.” Feeling her full name was appropriate in the current situation, she felt she owed him that much. She said nothing to his comment about sake of justice. It happened to be mere annoyance that led her to the alley. Or fate.
Before she could continue the conversation, the sound of breaking stone had her turning on her heel and looking up… or rather sweeping down as a figure fell before her. Razhiel bent down, ignoring the girl’s deflection. Grabbing and tossing to the side, pieces of wall on top of the green haired girl, "Maybe a better spying spot next time to prevent such an ungraceful fall." She held out her hand for the odd girl to grab. Despite the gesture of kindness, light within her eyes bespoke of magic held just beneath the surface, wary. “What are you?” Despite the close proximity, all she could smell was the alley, dust from the wall, and… nothing. It was if the girl before her did not exist. With the dragon slayer kin behind her, she found it hard to believe the seemingly young girl in front of her was ordinary.
Tracen was focused primarily on the woman before him, his normal alert instincts slipping slightly. Razhiel had used her real name - her real, full name. Never would he have guessed for her to do so. Wasn't that dangerous? She was in Fiore. Hatred of Valland was still very strong, even if the Fiore people no longer needed to fight. Now he almost felt guilty for giving a fake name. Almost, but he still thought that the name was necessary. At the sound of crumbling rock, his hand immediately reached back for his spear. "What the-" He braced himself as a figure tumbled on the ground, a cloud of dust rising. Only to find a child...
Tracen shook his head, his earlier tenseness leaving him. He put the spear back as Razhiel took care of the child. Wait, what was a child doing here so late at night? He folded his arms and stared at her... there was something that felt vaguely familiar too... No, he probably just thought she looked familiar because he had recognized Razhiel. "She's lost, that's what. She's not yours, right?" Tracen missed what Razhiel really meant, answering the question for her. While the girl's words were strange, she was going to be a strange girl if she was out in the middle of the night. He was considering just leaving the two right then and there - Razhiel was one thing, but he wasn't sure he could handle an interaction both with her and a child. Then again, the child probably needed help... and a Valland former noble wasn't the best of protection. Razhiel would likely only invite more trouble. He remained a few paces away from them, still not addressing the girl directly yet. For now, he'd rather have Razhiel handle her.
It seemed the humans were confused. That wasn't such a bad thing; Tyr had no problem telling people she was a dragon (not that everyone believed her). Tracen, however, was unpredictable. She knew he wasn't originally a bad person, and wanted to try and give him a chance to undo the evils done to him. There wasn't a good way to explain this to a man who wanted to personally run through every dragon he met.
And then there was something something something... razeral? No that wasn't it. Razhiel! yeah. Wait... wasn't that the name of royalty for a human country? Valland. It was the royalty for the big empire that had tried to own the world. Human Royalty didn't travel on its own, which meant something was wrong with that statement... but the girl didn't exactly have time to figure it all out; She was being asked questions... and then having them answered by a more confused Tracen than she'd thought.
"I'm not Razhiel's daughter," she shook her head as she pulled herself up using a combination of her wind magic and the offered hand of the princess... or... former princess... She fidgeted some, knocking the dust off of her dress. "I'm Tyr, the-" She let out a nervous chuckle. No, she couldn't go calling herself a sky dragon until she knew how Tracen would react to her. She didn't exactly want to die just to help one human. "random girl who falls off of roofs I'm playing on!" she nodded with a grin.
It occurred to her that Razhiel probably wasn't satisfied by Tracen's answer; judging by the look on her face... no, she wasn't. Tyr's own grin just grew some more in response. How to go about this? She hadn't exactly planned on saying hi tonight! "Well, not completely random. I *was* hoping to meet Eclipse again." she clasped her hands behind her back, the spherical dragon pearl pendant tied around her neck jiggling a bit as she moved. "We met before in another place," she insisted to the man. "I didn't exactly expect to find you here but then you were and I was surprised. So hi!" she waved, seeming rather cheerful for someone being eyed suspiciously by two adults. "Oh, and I don't really know what you meant about the Razhiel being a woman thing earlier, but in some species the females are bigger and more vicious, and you wouldn't want to insult them too and get eaten or something, right?"
Still offering her hand, she turned her head to look at Tracen. Her expression on the spectrum of ‘Are you flipping serious?’ She stared at him a moment before letting her filter go. “I would have to be like ten for her to be my child… Granted that could be a thing but given who I am, I doubt having a child at ten would have been appropriate, let alone even now.” She turned back to the girl when she felt a small hand in hers though she muttered a bit under her breath.
Razhiel was still shaking her head slightly at Tracen’s question, yet not question when she caught the girl, Tyr’s, hesitation. Lie. Razhiel would bet Tyr was as random as Razhiel was a Templar. That grin reminded her of why she was in this area of Fiore. Light caught her eye and her attention was diverted to Tyr’s neck. She still couldn’t smell her though that would not be uncommon given the girl’s use of magic earlier. Dragon pendant, tech dragon slayer behind me, looking for a dragon slayer… What would that make Tyr…
“I’d say we are of the same size. Though I would bet I have a bigger bite than he does.” Razhiel joked with a mostly serious face and a side glance at Tracen. They knew each other in another place. She was curious if that other place was Valland and took another assessing glance at Tyr. Looking at Tracen she gave a mock bow as she stepped to the side, her arm sweeping towards Tyr in indication, “She is yours.” With a thought of how he had taken her statements literally, she added “To reacquaint yourself with.” Her thumbs in her pockets she watched with a keen eye and a slightly amused smile. Whoever Tyr was, the girl was cute and it made her slightly protective much to Razhiel’s surprise. Violet eyes watchful, she wasn’t sure how Eclipse would handle Tyr and she wasn’t sure if things went south what she would do. She had a feeling it would be in Tyr’s favor.
Post by Tracen Tenshou on Jul 7, 2015 20:23:41 GMT
“I meant if you two knew each other, not that...” Tracen had originally meant if Tyr and Razhiel were traveling together, not necessarily related... though he obviously hadn't phrased it in the best way. The girl introduced herself as Tyr, but seemed to hesitate before finishing with a nonsensical title. It sounded to him like the girl had been out playing, or maybe following Razhiel when she shouldn't have been. Which was why his assumptions for anything was completely thrown off when Tyr said she was hoping to meet him again.
“Wh-what? You must be mistaken...” He visibly took a step back. Mainly all the strange things he was trying to ignore was a lot harder when she was so direct about it. He had thought she looked familiar. But even if they did know each other somehow, it was absolutely impossible for her to recognize him. For one, there was the mask – and two, this was his first time using the name Eclipse. But even past that, the places they could have met were few. Unless his memories were more messed up than he thought, he hadn't met her when he was still part of the Magic Council. His time in Valland was blurry, with most of the graphic details best left unremembered anyway. He would have remembered a break from that, someone like Razhiel, someone that Tyr was not.
His eyes flickered back to Razhiel who now seemed content to watch them. Tracen wasn't quite sure how all this attention had turned back to him, when he'd been expecting the conversation to mainly be between Tyr and Razhiel. “Look, if you're lost, we can take you back home. There's no way I'm whoever you think I am.”
"... You'd have to be a lot younger than that..." Tyr mumbled as she watched the two bicker about her. It was funny watching them decide whos responsibility she was to talk to, as if having a 'child' on the scene was somehow the most inconvenient thing that could happen. She could think of any number of less convenient things, many of which she would happily name if asked.
She actually giggled aloud when Tracen decided she must be lost, and that there was no way someone could know who he was. "Why? Because I'm a kid so I'm too stupid to see through a silly mask, Tracen Tenshou?" she asked, dropping the bomb as a way to get the entire thing moving away from questions of whose' responsibility she was.
"You're a dragon slayer, but not a real live one raised by a dragon. It's because of the lacrima implanted within your body." To heck with it, she had backup at the moment, so what better time to tell him as much as she knew? Well, there was... probably a better time. Like with more people around ,but it was a little late for that. laughed her childish laugh again as she brushed off her dress one more time and took a step back and away from the two of them, the grin never leaving her face. Her green ponytail blew in the breeze as she eyed the two of them (especially Tracen) with a childlike curiosity.
"So am I still mistaken?" she asked with a small tilt of the head. Okay, so she had to admit to herself, the real reason she'd answered how she did was because he'd presented her with a challenge, and she knew she could blow him out of the water with her knowledge. "The girl without the mask was actually harder to recognize than you, but don't beat yourself up over it. I'd never seen her before in person, so it was a given."
Razhiel watched with some pity as Tracen became visibly upset. Tyr knew him and he, her whether he wanted to believe it or not. She could not imagine what he has went through and is going through now to be visited by two ghosts in a matter of minutes. Razhiel couldn't believe her person brought up fond memories for him. She wondered, as Tracen included her in his assumption of taking Tyr back home. Curiously she watched as the girl took a step back from them both, grinning and laughing the entire time. Child like in appearance, child like in mannerisms, yet more knowledgeable than her appearance would claim. Other worldly, old, beautiful, strange. Puzzle pieces without enough to complete the puzzle.
Though her being was focused on Tyr and the impossibility of her, Razhiel was not as distracted as she appeared. An uneasy feeling had her hand resting upon the whip coiled at her side. While she had given her full name to Tracen as a offering of truce, she had not intended for others to hear. It goes with the saying, 'Speak only that in which you wish the world to know. For once spoken, the universe has heard.' The rants of a delusional, wandering bard. Despite Tyr mentioning her, she remained silent.
Tyr's laughter was only more unnerving. And then she gave away his name - that alone would have been enough to freeze his heart. But she knew about his lacrima and the dragon slayer part, too. One hand unconsciously clutched the back of his other gloved hand, where the lacrima was embedded. This was no ordinary girl. He was suddenly extremely conscious of his surroundings, and all the strange 'coincidences' up until this point, like how Razhiel had interfered. The thought of pursuit had only happened in his wildest of dreams. The same curiosity that Tyr stared at him, Tracen could only see as sadism.
"You... you're both working together from Valland..." His hands scrambled to take out his spear, backing away quickly. He was crouched and ready for an attack at any moment, glaring between Razhiel, and Tyr behind her. Although Tyr appeared to be a girl, that hardly seemed like the case now. And Razhiel's hand was on her weapon, which he was keeping a close eye on. Just because she'd shown him a small kindness once didn't mean they had any kind of loyalty to each other. "Don't you have better things to be doing than chasing me?! I'm not going back without a fight!" There was no way he would get caught again! He wasn't above running at the first opportunity either. Though it was fully possible Nox only wanted the implanted lacrima and had probably told his pursuers just to kill Tracen. "What the hell are you, anyway?!" He half-shouted, honestly expecting things to get very bad, very quickly. The night had turned so quickly...
"Hm?" Tyr blinked wide-eyed at Tracen's reaction. The look on her face never ceased to be anything but innocent; possibly because technically it was. It did adopt a slightly panicked look as she realized the man was threatening two people instead of one. She'd known he might not like that she was a dragon, but she'd had no idea he would flip out at just knowing his name. So much for that game... "Wait!" She glanced at Razhiel and then back at Tracen, moving further away from the both of them, partially to try and help disassociate herself from the royal human. "Humans jump to conclusions too quickly! There's no need to accuse her of anything. She's confused too. I just met her, remember?"
The little dragon stopped maintaining the scent cloak she had on her as she summoned the magic in case she needed to use it for defense of either herself or the red-headed woman who was closer to Tracen. Emerald eyes stopped on Tracen's spear for a moment before she gulped and looked between the two humans. "You don't have to resort to weapons, you know." She was talking to both of them, noting the hand on Raz's whip. "Someone could really get hurt," and it might not be the person they were hoping for. People had a way of getting themselves injured when they were overzealous.
