Storm Bound (job)

"A wanderer isn't always lost."

He couldn't exactly remember where he had initially taken off, or where he planned to go anyway. Deniel could remember that he was once soaring through the open skies, clear as day. The sun had been shining brightly against his glorious white armor, creating a bright reflection and illuminating shine coming off of his armor. As he flew over the vast and open seas, his body was covered head to toe with very thick white armor. Several blue orb shaped jewels were located around his knees, the backs of his arms, a large one at his chest and three around it, and at his knees. And coming off of these blue orbs were sections of thick white armor covering his body, save for small gaps with the joints in which smaller black armor could cover it up. For protection and freedom of movement. And on his back were two large metal strips, and with each metal strip there were four shining and sparkling strips of blue energy that resembled wings.

From where he initially had taken off to where he was now, Deniel had used his powerful White Angel Take Over, a form in which his flight could carry him faster than most methods of transportation aside from teleportation. At his full speed he could perhaps traverse the entire country of Fiore in a matter of minutes, but doing his full speed over a long period of time would exhaust his much needed energy. Instead he stuck to traveling at a moderate speed, which even for him was several hundred miles per hour.

He stuck to being only a few feet just above the sea, so that any sort of wave wouldn't crash into him, and he could also enjoy the sight of the near-horizon level he flew on. He could not recall how long ago he had taken off, but he knew that he couldn't keep flying forever. He needed to find some form of solid land to...land on so he could rest. Resting would probably only take an hour or two of his time, but he often made it last more than a day out of curiosity for exactly where he would land. And this curiosity would nearly hit its peak when it came to the island that he had started to see in the distance. After spotting it, he sped himself up significantly and also ascended higher into the sky so he could take a look at its shape. Looking down onto the island, he saw that it carried an unusual crescent shape with a very large beach on the inside of the crescent and a very thick forest surrounding it. Assuming that the beach was much more densely populated, Deniel circled his flight all the way around the island so he could land in the middle of no where, and then make his way to the beach appearing as a normal person.

After a few more minutes of flight, he at last descended himself on to solid ground. On almost the very edge of the island, Deniel firmly placed his two feet on the ground and de-activated his Full Body Take Over for the time being. He knew that soon enough he would have to use it again, and that was no issue. He could go in and out of them with relative ease and not too much strain on his body. The armor covering him glowed a bright blue color for a second, and then vanished in an instant as if someone had turned its light off. Underneath his armor was his normal figure and jet black clothing. Opening his red eyes, he stretched himself out a bit now that he was no longer compacted inside of his armor. "Aaaaah...I'm finally here! Solid ground!"

Notes

"A wander isn't always lost."

"Enjoy the ride, Nidhogg?" Already taking his first steps in the dense forest on the island, from out of his collar came a very tiny scaled creature: a dragon. Looking much more like a snake with hands and legs, as well as spikes on its back, the tiny creature popped right out of the back of Deniel's collar and gagged. "Gaah! Finally landed? It was getting stuffy in there." Smirking and chuckling to himself, Deniel shoved his hands inside of his pockets as his small pet crawled up near his shoulders so he could see where exactly he was going. The sun was shining down through the dense trees just enough so Deniel could see where exactly he was headed, while also still providing a sense of mystery as to what lied ahead. Unlike his flight, Deniel knew exactly where he was going. He got a look of the island just before he landed, and he made it so if he walked straight ahead, he would end up on the inner part of the crescent where perhaps there were people. And if not any people, at least he would have a beach all to himself to relax on. Relaxation...that was something he could seriously use right now. Ever since leaving Eclipse Soul, he wandered endlessly with only a day or two of breaks in between. He traversed the country of Fiore several times before he decided once and for all that he would go out there and see the rest of the world.

The first place that he decided to go was South, perhaps eventually leading himself into another country. Maybe Ministrel or Ca-Elum. Regardless of which one he ended up in, he planned to stay for a while to learn about their ways of life and perhaps any way he could adapt it to his own. For he wandered endlessly no longer in search for power, but in search for his own destiny. Something he wanted to know if he could possess, or if it was just a fainted dream for him. Even if he could not find it, perhaps endlessly searching for it was his own destiny. And he was okay with that. While he was walking and thinking about this, the pet that he carried on his shoulders was reading his thoughts in a way. Their minds were connected so they could communicate each other, and sometimes what Deniel was thinking about himself was accidentally sent as communication. "You shouldn't be so negative, ya' know." Shaking his head out of his thoughts, Deniel looked at his pet with a frown starting to make its way across his face by furrowing his eyebrows. "Oh yeah? And why's that? Got something you're not telling me?" Crawling over to Deniel's other shoulder, Nidhogg gave a shrug with his very tiny limbs. "Not this time. What you did from the moment you killed Diabolos was your own life. Nothing guided by me, him, Arianna, or Vergil. And that's how it is now."

Staring back ahead of him, the only words that Deniel could muster was: "Wonderful."

Notes

"A wander isn't always lost."

The landing location Deniel had chosen did not have much ground between it and the beach, so it did not take him long to at last come out of the unpopulated thicket of trees that immensely surrounded the island. Spotting the light of day just ahead of him rather than in the gaps of tree branches and leaves, Deniel sprinted the last few hundred yards rather than walking so he could get a glimpse of what lay ahead of him sooner than later. But what he saw once he escaped the woods was something that he did not expect. Quite an extraordinary sight given the fact that he thought this island was not inhabited by people, and if it was he figured it was for natives. Instead, what he saw when he popped out of those woods were streets and roads. Where he was standing was just in front of one that lead all the way down the hill he was standing atop of to the city below. It was a coastal city, and one that he figured to be for vacations. For this city that was on the island seemed to be full of attractions. In one section, more towards the right if the crescent there was a huge hotel carrying many floors, and would probably be lit up like a candle if it were night time. On the beach there were countless people, and yet they all seemed evenly spread out and enjoying their time. More towards the left there was an amusement park for people to visit...wow.

And in the center part of it were the residents of people who permanently lived here rather than simply stayed for a week or two of vacation. Of course Deniel planned to stay only a single night, but now...he was more than tempted to stay for even longer. The excitement filled him up with adrenaline, and the thought of what he could do here seemed to be more appealing than anything! He could go to the amusement part, enjoy a nice relaxing hotel room, or even check out some ladies on the beach. Jumping down to the road that lead from down to the mountain, Deniel sprinted in joy of the place that he had found. Of course there were probably many tourists here, and many people perhaps knew of this place, but this was the first time he did not. And he was certainly not going to forget it. Very soon he was in the city, but practically ignored everything that he saw. He was tempted to go to the beach first, but instead what he needed to do was check out a room here, if there was any, so that he may at least have a place to come back to or put his clothing.

Making his way to the colossal building, there wasn't a doubt in Deniel's mind that he had plenty of jewels to pay for more than one night, and he did not mind. For despite being homeless, he was quite a rich man. He just had never thought of what exactly he could do with all of the jewels that he carried around.

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

Arriving at the entrance of it and going inside, it was like a cool breeze of fresh mountain air had struck Deniel. No longer was the heat of his sun over the head, and although he lost the fresh scent of the sea, something had replaced it. The wonderful smell of something new, something fresh. Something that was just constructed. Obviously this building was kept in excellent condition. The floor beneath him was carpeted, and there were several desks that people would checkout rooms, most likely to compensate for when countless numbers of tourists arrived. Deniel was not concerned with that, for it seemed like he was alone. There was no line he had to wait in, and he was able to check out a room in just a few seconds. He estimated he would only stay for around three days, so that was initially what he played for. It was a hefty cost for several ten thousand jewels, but nothing that he really minded. He had no other use for jewels.

Having his room at around the middle section, Deniel could get a good glimpse of the city. As he arrived where his room was, he opened the door using the key that he was given, and practically gasped at the wondrous sight of his room. It was in an all-white theme, not that he really minded, and it had a king sized bed in the center of it. There was an advanced lacrima vision in which he could watch whatever he pleased. A balcony so that he could go out and get the fresh sea's air, and with a sight to behold. Without anything to unpack, the very first thing that Deniel did was make his way over to the balcony. It was protected by a glass door, so he could still get sunlight in, but wouldn't have to worry about wind or noise in case he didn't want to. Opening it up and stepping out onto the railed balcony, Deniel gazed down at the amazing city one more time. There were so much people in there alone, and although a bit less, so much on the beach as well. That was probably why he didn't have to wait to checkout a room. Everyone was out...while he was sitting there. Well, he didn't mind. He needed some time to kick back and relax, and this would be it.

Walking back inside and closing the glass door, he collapsed down on the king sized bed. More comfortable than anything he had felt before.... He shoved off his combat boots and lay on his back staring up at the ceiling. Nidhogg had gotten away from his neck and shoulders, and moved on to his chest which moved up and down every time he took in a breath. "I think I just died and went to heaven, Nidhogg..."

Notes

"A wanderer isn't always lost."

Nidhogg, a bit curious to why Deniel had said that, stared down at the bed in which he laid on. Usually he was on his shoulders, or if he was laying down his chest, but here? "What are you talking about? There's no way it can be--" Jumping down to the bed while he spoke, he cut himself off mid-sentence because he pretty much proved himself wrong. The bed his partner was laying down on was unlike anything that Nidhogg had felt before, and a wave of comfort jolted through his back and the rest of his body. "Wooooaaah..." The two of them sat in the exact same positions. Both of them had their legs outstretched and their arms over their heads. Both of their eyes were closed tight, and neither one of them seemed to want to budge an inch. "What did I tell ya', Nidhogg?" Deniel inquired to his sword/pet, and would have looked over at him if his eyes were actually open. "More comfortable than your shoulders. Hahahah!" Deniel smirked and shook his head at the dragon, but only slightly. "Shaddap, ya' little bastard."

He had no idea how long the two actually laid there without a single movement. Each one of them worked tirelessly, so for once having some time to rest seemed like something they could take full advantage of. However, at long last Deniel was curious to go out and see what this vacation city was like from a first person perspective. More important he wanted to take a look at the beach, the one place he was interested in the most for the island. At last picking himself up off the bed with a bit of a grunt, Nidhogg hopped up and joined him on his shoulder once more. Deciding that he wouldn't need combat boots, or his coat for that matter, for a walk on the beach, Deniel stripped himself of the latter and then walked out of his room. He locked it behind himself, and exited the large hotel room to head towards the beach. They were smart enough to make it nearby, so it was only a brief walk for Deniel to actually reach the place. And when Deniel did, it was an amazing sight.

The water was a deep crystal-clear blue, shining and reflecting the sun perhaps in a much more glorious way than his White Angel armor could ever accomplish. Everyone around him seemed to be having fun in their own way, whether it was swimming, surfing, relaxing, playing beach volleyball, or even walking. Deniel couldn't think of the last time he saw a place in which people seemed to be so happy and enjoying themselves than now. And although he didn't really want to involve himself in any of it, it was still a sight to behold. Making his way over to the shoreline of the beach, his feet marching through the thick sand, Deniel gave one glance back out at the shining sea, and then began to walk. In a single direction, Deniel had only walked and walked in the damp sand that would occasionally be covered by foamy water. He did not mind it at all, and in fact it was something that pleased his feet just as much as the bed satisfied his back. He was sick of walking around everywhere he went in combat boots...now he felt like hew as truly free for once. And the lack of a coat over his shoulders seemed to lighten his burden ever so more. He felt...like an ordinary person for once.

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

Repeatedly he felt his soles impact on to the soft, damp sand before rising back up briefly only to push itself back down again. He didn't know why something so ordinary seemed to be so significant to him. Perhaps it was the fact that he never experienced anything that would be considered "normal"? He could recall that all of his life he was treated as something special. Something horrific. From the moment he was born until the age of sixteen, that being only three years ago, he was raised inside of a cell and isolation. He never got to taste any of life's pleasures, only the absolute worst of it. And even after all of that had ended, from sixteen to nineteen years old, he still never really experienced something like this. Well...he did have some moments where he took the time to appreciate nature and the landscape, but he thought that this was his very first time on a beach.

Not just on a beach, on a beach where he could wash away all of his troubles. Right now he didn't have to worry about fighting monsters, saving someone's life, or even fighting for his own. That was rare. He didn't even have to worry about going anywhere. The only thing he could do--and he certainly did--was relax. Take a breather. Enjoy the sights. Or even sit down. Of course he wasn't going to sit down on the damp sand, but he did take the time to relax himself plenty. He took a pause from his walk, and turned himself out to the sea once more. He began to get to a part of the beach that was a little let densely packed than the other parts, so there were fewer people. Glancing to his left Deniel could see that there was a location hardly anyone ever visited, and it was probably because it looked quite rocky and a tad bit dangerous. Not intimidated by the danger, Deniel made that his destination.

But for now, all Deniel did was gaze out into the vast and open see with the afternoon sky just above him. It seemed like nothing could ruin or take away this moment from him. Luckily for him, Nidhogg had remained silent wrapped around his shoulders, so he could enjoy the moment for himself. A sea breeze passed straight over him, pushing back his clothes and removing his hair from his forehead briefly. "Huuuh..." A sigh escaping his lips before shortly inhaling the serene sea breeze, Deniel crossed his arms over his chest just like he usually did, and smiled to himself. A smile. Not just to anyone, but to himself. Even more rare than smiling at someone. "I could get used to this."

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

Letting the moment pass by as if it never happened, Deniel continued his way on over to the edge of the crescent on the beach. The terrain got much more rocky, and perhaps this was where most people would stop. Deniel, however, saw an opportunity. There was a large vertical rock that was fit for one person to sit on, several meters out into the ocean that was made thin by many years of erosion to it. Looking for a way to get over there, Deniel began to climb the rocks at the very edge of the beach. Using both his bare feet and his hands, Deniel latched on to the rocks and slowly made his way over to the other ones, occasionally leaping off of ledges so he could grasp on to other ones. If he ever slipped or fell from where he was, it could result in a very painful impact. Perhaps even death. The rocks below him were sharp and dense, and could crack an normal person's skull wide open. Of course, if an emergency occurred, Deniel could simply use one of his Take Overs to save him. However, that was not necessary.

For Deniel had finally reached the rock that he wanted to. Jumping over to it from a rock parallel, he lifted himself all the way up on to the tip of the rock. It was the only flat part of it, and not jagged or wavy like the rest of it due to the water slowly chipping away at it. It was enough for him to sit down, perhaps even lie down if he were to dangle part of his legs off of it. Crossing his legs together, Deniel took this as an opportunity to rest once again. It was most certainly not as comfortable as the bed that was back at his room, but it still had a sense of wonder to it. He was all alone on the small little rock, with the sea breeze passing through his hair stronger than ever. He felt a serious connection to the bright and beautiful ocean that was in front of him. He lifted one of his legs up, and hugged on to it with his arms. He buried half of his face into his knee, and only kept his blood red eyes focused on to the sea.

Now that he was all alone in nature, he started to contemplate exactly what he was doing with his life. Wandering around in search of a destiny? It seemed to be a bit ridiculous. "What am I doing with my life?" He briefly asked himself. He missed the old days of glory that he held whenever he helped people. Now he tried to convince himself that he did not need fortune or fame, but he had begun to crave it in some ways. He was the very last of his kind. Of his family. And he was a sterile hybrid. He could never continue the legacy of Arianna the White Angel and Diabolos the Black Devil. Which meant that if he died...he would be forgotten forever. At least how he was now. He needed to try and find a way to gain an immense amount of fame. Enough fame to where he could be remembered for centuries. Just what exactly could he do to give himself that title?

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

The Ten Wizard Saints. Deniel heard that title from the citizens of Fiore numerous time, and he recalled that Zeno, the former Guild Master of Eclipse Soul, held the title of Wizard Saint Zero. Up until now Deniel had almost no interest or intentions into even bother with such a title, but now was no longer the case. His clock in his life was ticking, and then that would be the end of him and his lineage forever. Before that happened, he needed to make sure that he was not forgotten. Not him, not Arianna, and not Diabolos. For despite how wicked his parents were, they did not deserve to be forgotten. Not after how long they had lived and how much they had done. And above all: they were his parents. They did not deserve to be forgotten, not even by him. Not even after she called him a wretched brat, and he called him a cry-baby.

The Wizard Saints...they seemed to be known throughout the citizens. Or even feared by Dark Mages. Becoming one would give Deniel that presence of awe and intimidation at the same time. He would seek to attain the title of Wizard Saint? Could he do that? He was a Guildless wanderer. But at the same time, its temptation was too much. He wanted to be remembered for centuries. And he wanted his name echoed across the land. ...Not just Fiore. Isvhal. The entire continent. The world! "Not just any old Wizard Saint..." he said to himself out loud. Nidhogg had overheard him, and perched his head up. The dragon had disconnected the thoughts that they shared, and he had no idea what Deniel was thinking right now. "Nidhogg...I know what I'll do..." Nidhogg didn't have much faith in his master at his point, but still stuck with him anyway. "Oh? And what is that?" A scowl coming across his face once more, Deniel stood up on the rock. Struggling at first to keep his balance, he eventually attained it and kept it.

Outstretching his arms to the open sea, and the entire world, Deniel proclaimed: "I will become a God of Isvhal!" He yelled at first before pumping his fist straight up to the sky. The frown on his face deepened, not out of anger, but out of the heroism. He almost strayed onto the path of evil when he was sixteen, but now? He wanted to become one of the world's greatest goods. Even if he was half devil. Even if he was half angel. Even if his parents were wicked. Even if he was sent to prison and raised in isolation. Even if he didn't look like he could pass for a hero! That is what Deniel wanted to be. He would not just seek to become a Hero of Fiore, he would want to become a God of Ishval. So even those bastards in Bellum would respect him. "That's what I'll do, Nidhogg! I will ascent my way up--somehow--to becoming known throughout the continent. I will become a God of Ishval, no matter what. I don't care if I have to defeat someone for it or go to another world. I will become...a God of Ishval."

Notes

"A wanderer isn't always lost."

There were a few moments of silence between Nidhogg and Deniel. Another sea breeze passed straight through him, with his hair once again moving backwards from the motion. Sitting back down on the narrow rock again, Deniel was a bit disappointed that Nidhogg had given him no response or words of encouragement. In fact, on the contrary, he questioned him: "How exactly do you plan to go about that?" ...He didn't think about that quite yet. Just how did someone become a God of Ishval. How did they go about it? Did they ask the council? Did it just happen? Did they do something to deserve it? Deniel started to think about this instead, and very swiftly he began to doubt his ability to get it already. "Good point...I guess I shouldn't do it after all." He said to himself rather grimly and began to look down at the sea below. It was as if in that statement all of his hope was lost. However, that was not Nidhogg's intention.

"Hold on a second. I never said that you can't or shouldn't. I merely asked you how. How and why do you think you should be known to be that powerful?" Looking back up at the horizon just ahead, Deniel narrowed his eyes and started to think about it again. What if he did something for the council? For the world? Something extraordinary as a display of his power? That seemed to be the most logical of them. Becoming determined once more, Deniel sat up straight and clenched his fist. "I'll perform something worthy of that title. Whether it's defeating a God, or even defeating whomever currently holds it. That's what I'll do!" Courage and determination filling his voice once more, Nidhogg couldn't help but laugh at his partner and master. Not because he did not believe what he said, the opposite. He believed every last word that came from Deniel's mouth. And he couldn't be more proud of him. For the first time in a long time, it felt like Deniel knew exactly where to go and what to do without any help or guidance. He was living his own life. Making his own choices. And this was the very first positive one that he chose, it seemed.

"I like your determination, Deniel!" Smirking and crossing his arms across his chest, Deniel stared at his sword momentarily. "How about we say it together, partner? We're in this together." Nidhogg looked up for a moment, before he nodded.

Abruptly Deniel stood back up on the rock, raising his fist to the sky. Nidhogg stood on his hind legs on his shoulders, and the two of them shouted together:

"We will become a God of Isvhal!"
"We will become a God of Ishval!"

Notes

"A wanderer isn't always lost."

The two of them exchanged a bit of laughter once they finished their bold proclamation. Bold, indeed. Becoming a God of Ishval would be no easy task, but Deniel was still up for the challenge regardless. "Ahhh....I could get used to this view, Nidhogg..." Deniel muttered to himself, and continued to stare.

He almost completely lost track of time of just how long he stared out at the horizon. One moment it seemed to be mid afternoon, and the next it looked like it was late at night. Shaking his head quickly, it was almost like Deniel had daydreamed for seven hours straight. Just ahead of him was a much darker sea, and the moonlight reflecting it rather than the midday sky. But even late at night, that didn't seem to affect the activity of the island. In fact, it seemed to increase it. While there probably wasn't anyone on the beach, there were plenty of people to be seen on the interior of the city. From where Deniel was, he could see the giant hotel that he stayed in. And just like he predicted earlier: it was lit up as bright as a Christmas tree. There were flashing lights and designs going around it, and the entire city was illuminated from below as if there was an artificial sun. It seemed like there was loud music coming from it too, like one big party going on. Perhaps any other time Deniel would have participated in it, but now he was feeling sleepy and tired. He needed to get back to his hotel room.

Traveling so much the previous days exhausted him too much, and he had not the energy or the will to party. Tomorrow would be another day, though. Tomorrow he would go out and meet people. Meet some ladies, perhaps. Tomorrow he would have some fun at the beach, and then party at night. Maybe his impressive tolerance for alcohol would get him a lot of attention in a chugging contest. Or even impress some girls. The idea excited him, but would have to wait another day. For now, Deniel traversed his way back from the rocks and on to the beach. The damp sand underneath his feet once more, Deniel slowly walked all the way back to where his hotel was. Of course the beaches weren't entirely clean. There were a few people here and there, but not nearly as much as there was during the daytime. But even if the time of day was completely different, there was still the same friendly and refreshing cool breeze that he experienced during the day. Displacing his hair as it blew, before it returned back to normal once it faded, it filled Deniel with joy and relaxation.

Back at his hotel room, he made sure to clean the sand that was on his feet, before finally collapsing on his bed. Nidhogg had done the same, although he put some distance between himself and Deniel so he wouldn't get crushed during the night. And then...the two of them fell asleep at long last.

Notes

"A wanderer isn't always lost."

Deniel trained himself to wake up at the light of day. Not necessarily at the light of dawn, but the light that illuminated the sky at around 8 or 9 AM. It was always a reasonable amount of time for him to wake up: it gave him plenty of sleep and there was still a long day ahead of him. It was for this reason that he always managed to miss the things that were important. He could recall that one time that he slept through half of Clover Town being destroyed while being in a tree, all because he was trained to wake up from only two things: that light, and him being in danger. When Clover Town was getting destroyed, he wasn't even so much as touched. So naturally, he did not wake up until it was all over.

That would have perhaps been the case for Crescent Island. Of course: trouble followed him wherever he went. While he and Nidhogg slept, a storm began to brew on the island. The once spectacular tomorrow began to look like a grim today. For this was not just any storm: it was quite a devastating one. One that would block out the sun from the sky entirely, and one that would cause hurricanes, tornadoes, twisters, hail, and heavy rain down on Crescent Island. But regardless of the storm's magnitude, it would not stir or awaken Deniel one bit. And he would have perhaps slept through the whole thing and maybe died. However, Nidhogg, being the very loyal companion that he was, had practically saved Deniel's life. Nidhogg had not trained his body to work and awaken like Deniel's did. So instead of sleeping through the storm like his master, the dragon's eyes awoke suddenly when it heard the heavy rainfall and wind just outside of their room. Sniffing its nose briefly, Nidhogg sat up and hopped over Deniel's body to get a glance.

Outside he saw the havoc that was being wrought by nature, and no doubt he and Deniel had to get off the island. Making his way over to his partner's face, Nidhogg smacked it. His tiny little claw not doing much. "Deniel! Wake up, you dumbass!" Awakening as if he were in danger, Deniel awoke suddenly with his eyes snapping open and looking at Nidhogg. Without even having the chance to ask what was happening, he could see it from outside of his window. "Oh shit!" Jumping off of his bed and grabbing his coat and combat boots, Deniel swiftly put the two items on. Nidhogg deconstructed into black mist that made its way into Deniel's palm once he finished dressing himself briefly, and then condensed into a solid form once more. This time, instead of a dragon, it was a jet black katana sheathed inside of a black scabbard that Deniel held in his left hand so he could grab the hilt by the right.

Opening the glass screen door that lead outside, Deniel was met with some of the strongest winds he had ever experienced. Lightning cracked the sky and heavy rain fell, drenching him almost instantly as the winds blew his coat to its direction and his hair. Down below, he saw something: a carpet, it looked like. It disappeared briefly, before appearing once more with what looked like....Rune Knights? Could Elizabeth be among them?

Notes

"A wanderer isn't always lost."

"Rune Knights..." Deniel whispered to himself, although not even he could hear it. The wind and rain was so intense that almost all noise aside from it was blocked out. The only things that he could hear was the lightning cracking the sky, the rain pouring against the structures, and the wind right against his ear. Glancing more over to his right, Deniel could see that there were multiple boats and ferries that would take the beach goers off of the island. At that moment, a sense of disappointment had just struck him. He missed a day of fun just to be alone, and now perhaps he would never get that day back. Now this island may be ruined for quite some time, and he would be forced to wander once more. He really hated himself right now... and probably would do it for a long time. What he began to wonder as he stood out there in the storm for a few moments, however, was where exactly it came from? He could have sworn that the other day the sky was clear as day, and the weather gave no indications of a storm this terrible. Looking out to the sea, he could get a glance at several sea twisters conjuring themselves up in the heavy rain. The tide at the beach was heavy, pulling itself back drastically before having intense waves crashing in to the shoreline. All of it seemed naturally possible, but impossible at the same time. He was suspicious....did something cause this? Or was nature pissed off?

"Hey, Deniel! Now's not the time. You should probably help or get out of here." A tricky option, his dragon pointed out. Deniel had no doubt that he could fly off right now and navigate through the storm before getting to clear skies once more. But at the same time, he thought that he might wish to investigate into this a little more. And maybe even help out a bit. Although helping might classify him as a vigilante, since the Rune Knights appeared to have it under control. Elizabeth wasn't among them, as he would easily recognize the armor that she wore more than anything else. And from above he could see that one of them was giving out the orders, someone he hadn't even seen nor heard of before. And apparently she was the one that left herself behind while the other Rune Knights went out to try and help out civilians. Maybe he could ask for her permission. If not, he would just get himself off of the island.

Placing one hand on the railing, Deniel hopped right over it to the side and started to dive his way down to the ground. Adjusting himself slightly, he brought himself close to the building, and with very careful timing, placed his feet against it so he could break into a sprint. Running vertically down the hotel room, Deniel pushed himself off once he was nearing the ground so that he may perform a single flip mid-air, and then land slightly crouched. It was a bit of a rough landing, but he was not harmed. Now he stood right in front of Siren's carpet, although not under the protection of the rock that she made to shield it from the rain. He stood out in the middle of it, with his clothes already drenched from it. "You the one in charge? Never seen you before, but....any way I could perhaps help?"

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