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Encounter With A Fraud | Private | Nai & Lyserg
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Lineage : Armored Beast
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Posts : 631
Guild : Tartarus
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 28
Experience : 300
Character Sheet
First Skill: Hihiirogane (日色金) - Sun-Colored Metal
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Lineage : Armored Beast
Position : None
Posts : 631
Guild : Tartarus
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 28
Experience : 300
Character Sheet
First Skill: Hihiirogane (日色金) - Sun-Colored Metal
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
 | Find me the great And I will be greater Simba |
A short blade swung out, gently stroking the rope, letting it fall to the floor as it split to the floor, a face ready to scoff gazed in a low angle, framed by a fiery passion contrasting the slack demeanour of the boy. It seemingly wanted to ignite the remains of a small bonfire that went out long ago leaving a dark air around the fickle boy. "Judar, was it?" Lyserg spat at the ground. "You should raise your head when you speak with me, and at least look me in the eyes when you request cutting your ropes." He continued. "You are not the only person in this world that has it hard. You are not the only one that is lost." Lyserg's eyes wandered above him. "Your story is not pitiful. It doesn't deserve my pity. Pity is for the weak. And you... are not weak. If anything, your story sounds like something other people would have used to be a many time stronger than what you are now." Eyes returned to glance at Judar. A hand placed on his shoulder, first gently, then firmly pushing him.
Lyserg's eyebrows welded his face into a vigorous, fierce expression. "So? Why are you hanging in the air like a wet cloth put out to dry, now?" He spat to the floor once more, firmly pushing Judar again. Just enough that he would stumble backwards a bit, but not enough to make him fall. "Who exactly do you think I am? And what kind of front are you putting up? Where is that fire from before? Gone? Was it just an act?" Another, more forceful push. "You have no answers, of course. But tell me one thing, where exactly do you want to go now? What is it that you want to do? I'm betting you have not the slightest clue. You have not a sliver of plan in your head because your mind is clouded with irrational fear and sadness about circumstances you don't believe you have the power to change." Towering up in front of Judar, his face was now directly above Judar's. "Tell me, Judar. What is that you want to do. Do you want to live? Or do you want to keep on running away until your feet give out?"
Lyserg's eyebrows welded his face into a vigorous, fierce expression. "So? Why are you hanging in the air like a wet cloth put out to dry, now?" He spat to the floor once more, firmly pushing Judar again. Just enough that he would stumble backwards a bit, but not enough to make him fall. "Who exactly do you think I am? And what kind of front are you putting up? Where is that fire from before? Gone? Was it just an act?" Another, more forceful push. "You have no answers, of course. But tell me one thing, where exactly do you want to go now? What is it that you want to do? I'm betting you have not the slightest clue. You have not a sliver of plan in your head because your mind is clouded with irrational fear and sadness about circumstances you don't believe you have the power to change." Towering up in front of Judar, his face was now directly above Judar's. "Tell me, Judar. What is that you want to do. Do you want to live? Or do you want to keep on running away until your feet give out?"
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Lineage : Nature's Blessing
Position : None
Posts : 176
Guild : Tᴀʀᴛᴀʀᴜs
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 27
Mentor : Aʟ-Tʜᴀᴍᴇɴ
Experience : 800
Character Sheet
First Skill: Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Mᴀɢɪᴄ
Second Skill: -
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 | YOU WILL REMEMBER ME REMEMBER ME FOR CENTURIES I CAN'T STOP TILL THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS MY NAME. CAUSE I WAS ONLY BORN INSIDE MY DREAMS. UNTIL YOU DIE FOR ME, AS LONG AS THERE IS LIGHT, MY SHADOW IS OVER YOU. CAUSE I'M THE OPPOSITE OF AMNESIA. |
272 WORDS @Old man TAGGED Sorrii NOTES | Firm bindings of limitation were contrived from wrists, inflamed by red marks of expressional discomfort as those ruby gems minded them. A hand clutched onto golden tool of magic, masking it into the mound of ivory cloth as he arosed onto his feet. "..Whatever," a mumble, irritation was exposed through delicate moving lips, not bothering to vex on the words of what he recognized as the scolding of a parent. Or at least, he wandered through images in mind as to that was what it could've been like. But, ignoration of his wise words embraced attention, gem of ruby steering to look at the old man with astonishment wavering through those caged eyes. He doesn't think I'm weak? Doubtlessly time had winded by since he heard that leave somebody's mouth, and he thought back to the one place he loathed yet yearned to protect. The void was within a skull of raven-locks, tongue trapped by transparent rope before fractured back into reality by physical contact. Bare feet stumbling, body quaking until shoulders tensed against solid wall, leaving him breathless and unsure. "What.. I want?" a blink, crown lowered toward two shuddering hands, arised slightly with outstretched palms and thin bony fingers. Scissors of white gritted together, hesitantly along clenched fists as the bangs of shadow masked those alluring orbs of royal red. "I want..." a pause, head raised with earnest tone of expression caught within, "I want to live!" with raised voice, desperation was discovered briefly, light clashing against the shadows of both eyes and face as attention never faltered from the old man. For once, this was not a faking suggestion. |
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Lineage : Armored Beast
Position : None
Posts : 631
Guild : Tartarus
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 28
Experience : 300
Character Sheet
First Skill: Hihiirogane (日色金) - Sun-Colored Metal
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
| Find me the great And I will be greater Simba |
The corner of his lips, almost raised themselves in a culmination of satisfaction and visionary images of the future, some too perfect to be true. It was in Lyserg's nature to enjoy lifting up others above the standard other people decided to live at. The fragility of individuality, of potential that had something to offer needed to be handled carefully. But with enourmous amounts of confidence, he faced the young man. With coy prospect spreading his fingers, his hand stretched out to a length, claspable by the raven-locked youth, Lyserg's eyes tore like an axe through the thick threads of aggressive passion. Had he woken him up? From the delusion he was under the control of something? Had he cut strings holding someone meant for greatness? The risk was always worth the reward.
"If that is truly what you desire, come with me. I will show you what it means to live." Lyserg spoke, awaiting a hand to meet his own in eagerness. There was something about this kid, this boy. Did he remind him of someone? A flip switched, a trigger pulled, something etched deeply into his very being had found a reason to take this boy with him. "Carry my symbol, live with those who carry it, with me and others." A statement promising someone a world they could house in. Filled with an image devoid of strings, devoid of control. Enameled with a vision of freedom, perhaps even community. Friends. Comrades. Family. With everything the boy did not have, everything he could need right now. Everything Lyserg had to offer. "I will take you to my world. It will be what you wish to make of it." A free hand seeked out a small satchel in his robe. Metallic. "How about it?"
"If that is truly what you desire, come with me. I will show you what it means to live." Lyserg spoke, awaiting a hand to meet his own in eagerness. There was something about this kid, this boy. Did he remind him of someone? A flip switched, a trigger pulled, something etched deeply into his very being had found a reason to take this boy with him. "Carry my symbol, live with those who carry it, with me and others." A statement promising someone a world they could house in. Filled with an image devoid of strings, devoid of control. Enameled with a vision of freedom, perhaps even community. Friends. Comrades. Family. With everything the boy did not have, everything he could need right now. Everything Lyserg had to offer. "I will take you to my world. It will be what you wish to make of it." A free hand seeked out a small satchel in his robe. Metallic. "How about it?"
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Lineage : Nature's Blessing
Position : None
Posts : 176
Guild : Tᴀʀᴛᴀʀᴜs
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 27
Mentor : Aʟ-Tʜᴀᴍᴇɴ
Experience : 800
Character Sheet
First Skill: Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Mᴀɢɪᴄ
Second Skill: -
Third Skill:
JUDAR The Black Sun Abashed. It was evident through the apprehending strain to the shoulders, wide crimson optics unstable with the quavering pupil that promptly confronted the display of blistered feet, smeared by obscure blood. The flourish of pursed lush lips and creased features of delicacy were scarcely seen through the layers raven, resentment to his elation tidaling through the veins of emotion as he savored glooms rebound. Again he wanted to retreat. Fretting more over the stillness of evening than the anticipation of a voice to officiate his ears. Thoughts and presumption weaving through his mind in utter hostility, comprehending that like all other stations; this one would be equal. That he would hastily recoil into the lurid reality, chased through country, through town and in city. An eternal run that would relinquish foot-falls of blood in his aching path. Painful. Just as he had invariably confronted, the anguish would never detach from the being of the cursed. Then, befuddled, a glimpse of outstretched fingers attended to confine his own, fluctuating lashes of ebony rifting to unviel the red again as he peered almost apprehensively up at the man. Not roving, he only beheld his words, the tongue never coiling in effort to scheme a sentence. The way he casaually vexed every breath in his voice, a compensated beam remarking the evident felicity to his preceding cry of desperation, made him astounded. For even he could seize, that he was uncommonly not being scorned. "Nai.. Nai Kageyama." a cease to his words, arms spanned over chest, "..Might as well know my real name before I end up joining you." there was an endeavor at being mannerly, flustered by the regularity to spout bitter forms opposed to the more gentle ones. Hesitantly, the frail fingers writhed around the other hand, barely taking clasp to the mildly broader tool as the turmoil of that uncanny magical stamp would conflict with his hand, slurring the flesh in a red of symbolic fervor. An emblem of defiance, but one that he would wear with dignity; for the rest of his life. Not a daunting to stay, afflicted by rather the will instead. For the prosper, the adventures, and the comrades to now occur his way, would inevidently one day gradually, be chiseled against stone. Into books, into history. The tales that were to be exposed, had yet to be unraveled before his time; the excitement just beginning. |
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