Faded Memories of an Angel's Soul! (open)

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Kanix leapt from one building's roof to the next, keeping her steps silent and lightweight as she rushed through the town. Magnolia Town was a popular place to be, a place where she knew she could do a lot of hit and runs without being caught. After all, it would get her name out there rather quickly, and that's what she had been working on from the start. She leaped at the edge of the roof she was on and landed onto the next, letting out only a soft grunt from the impact. All her senses were focused on one individual alone that she had been hunting down from when she first encountered the presence. However, without the ability to see, tracking this moving presence was a lot harder for Kanix to do at the time. Ever moving and it was hard to pinpoint where this person was going exactly, but she was able to keep up.

It was her task to take down and kill as many legal mages as she possibly could; not ordered by Famine, but by herself. She wanted her name out there-- well, maybe not her name, but certainly, she wanted them to know she existed.

Once she was close enough to this lost woman, the dark mage would jump down from the roof of the building and land in front of her. The blind mage studied her target, smiled briefly at her, and took a step forward, as if she was about to greet her. Her sightless eyes lit aglow with a white light and she waved her staff in front of her before blowing air at the Fairy Tail mage. A noxious, green gas appeared around her opponent, enveloping the amnesiac with a toxic, ill-inducing virus. Kanix would stand there, simply smiling before she darted away and sat on the top of a roof close by the lady. Her feet dangled precariously over the edge, kicking and swinging like a child would do with their legs. Staff gripped tightly in her hand, the Basilisk Fang mage would wait to see how the Fairy Tail mage would react.

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Her eyes floundered through her head, rolling around and shifting from and to every side as images raced through her head at lightning speed. She was trying to predict the outcome that would arise from her spell, but everything was so different and vague, she couldn't focus on one thing. They changed and shifted, never stayed in consistency, so she gave up on trying to figure out what Raina would do. Instead, her eyes went straight back to staring at the woman, intently listening to the movements made down below. Moments later, she was on her feet, moving out of the way of the blast of wind, just before it reached the place she had once been. Kanix's head rolled to the side to stare at the space where the air had rushed by, then it lolled back so she could look at Raina again.

"Foolish woman," she spoke in a snake-like tone, hissing and coldly speaking toward the Fairy Tail mage. "You are up against a force stronger than you recognize; don't be fooled by my mere looks and lack of sight." Kanix slammed the dull edge of her staff against the roof's tiles, and up a rose a door from the ground just below her. The smile never left her face from when she had first encountered Raina, smiling insanely at the amnesiac. These doors would creak and swing open, and a demonic spirit would spiral out of the doors and toward the woman. "Let's see how well you do against that of which is Satan's work!" Her sightless gaze would shift to the spirit, "my child of the darkness, see to it that this woman lives no more!"

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The Basilisk Fang mage was getting angry that she couldn't land a hit on this woman and take her down in an instant. However, her anger was getting the better of her, and she knew that she should keep herself calm or she wouldn't be able to focus. Thus, Kanix breathed in quickly and held the breath before letting it out slowly and rapping her staff against the ground again. A frown was on her face, but she didn't prove to show anything other than that apparent fake frown of hatred. She braced herself against the blast, but toppled over, landing on her butt on the roof's tiles with a thud. Her iridescent eyes narrowed, cast into slits as she stared down the woman who was clearly a lot stronger than she thought. Once again, she had discovered that her precognition had failed her, and she was faced with wondering what to do.

Kanix lifted herself to her feet, and she pointed her staff at the woman, sending down a bolt of lightning at Raina. Sided with that, she activated one of her unique abilities and aimed to trap the lady's soul with her own in order to reduce her speed. This would, hopefully, give her the upper hand in the battle; otherwise, she would soon be left to start dealing melee damage. No, no, she couldn't do that, that was not in her to be dealing such brutality as that, that was her minions' job.

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Kanix's eyes lit up, widening, and she smiled bigger at Raina, but then that smiled disappeared as soon as it arrived. The blast of water struck her, as she had not been able to see it coming, couldn't have guessed in the least. She keeled over, gripping her stomach with her free hand, while the hand with the staff held all of her weight. Blood trickled a little from her mouth, but nothing more than that; thus, she was lucky enough to still be standing.

The Basilisk Fang mage winced as she lifted herself up, the burn on her stomach a lot worse than she had thought. "So, the little beasty... can fight back? How much more perfect... can that be for me?" the woman taunted the Fairy Tail mage, wiping the blood from her mouth. She raised her staff up and slammed it into the ground again, then pointed it straight at the woman as she spoke. "What would you say to a little game of Mistfortune? Creature of the night, give my foe a horrid fright! Cloud her mind with thoughts unknown, until her fears and scares are shown! Nightmare Inducement!"

However, before she could sweep her staff in front of her, the weapon was ripped from her hands by shadows and chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles. The light from her eyes died away and her head shot toward the one who was controlling the shadows around them. She glared at Daemon, curled her lip up in a snarl and tugged at her chains, though wasn't able to escape from them. They rattled against her strength, but fell just short of breaking, despite the immense tugging she was doing.

"Let me go!" she hissed at him, hair dancing with her erratic movements of anger. "I must kill her. She cannot live!" Kanix pulled at her chains again, busying herself with trying to escape, while also throwing various insults at Daemon. "Asshole... I swear to God..." Another tug of the chains. "Fuckface... you'll..." The chains jangled and locked against her wrist. "You little shithead... I'm gonna..." Kanix growled and dropped her hands to her sides and glared intently at Daemon after giving up.

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"Give me back my staff!" she shouted, turning her head in the direction that his voice came from, but really having no clue as to where he was. Her sightless eyes wildly looked about as she tried to locate his presence alongside his voice, though without her staff, struggled to find it. She merely wanted her staff back now, as she felt powerless without it, and not just because it did contain her magic. That staff was her only way of truly seeing anything around her, whether it was to allow her imagination to presume what something looked like or not. More often than not, she used it as a seeing cane, and without it, she felt as if the world around her was closing in.

When his voice sounded right in front of her, she jerked back in the chains, taken by surprise at his sudden appearance. The chains let go of her and she landed roughly on the ground with a heavy thud, weakly standing to her feet.

The peck on the lips took her off guard as well, and she grabbed her staff back in a stunned manner from Daemon. "I have no ill intent toward her... it was merely my task... and I do as I am told or consequence will happen," she explained. "Pathetic creature doesn't even remember her own name, but I know it... I know everything about you both." Well, she was bluffing the whole "everything" part, as really she was only granted a single thing to know. Her glazed visionaries shifted toward Raina as she reverted back to her sad, little self that she had found her as. "Amnesiac, I suppose."

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Kanix Laspor felt a shiver run down her spine and her breath hitched in her throat, a sure sign of a death about to come. She didn't know whose death, and for all she knew, it could very well have been her death that was haunting her mind. The Basilisk Fang mage did not move from her spot, but stared at Sir Leonard as he appeared from the depths of the world. Why had she not sensed him coming until he had been right there upon her? Had her brain stopped functioning correctly? As he spoke to her, mocked her knowledge, she bit her tongue, held back words that she wanted to lash at him. No good would it do for her to spit in his face the words of a Seer, as he would dismiss it as tomfoolery. Turning her face from him, the woman would refuse to answer the Fairy Tail mage, crossing her arms over her bust.

Her eyes went into shock again, lighting up a radiant white, and an immense headache ran through her head. She clutched her hands from her breasts to her head, holding them there as if they would stop the cracking pain. Kanix squinted her eyes shut, but they opened again and stared toward the ground, images of possible outcomes running through her head. Nothing stayed for long, though they were simple glimpses of what could possibly happen with the arising of multiple swords. The dark mage's head ached, and before she knew it, the singing of metal on metal resounded in her ears, sharp like a banshee's scream. Make it stop, make it stop! she ordered in her head, still holding it, make the aching pain go away, please! Just like that, the pain was gone, the images no more, and she stood crouching there with Daemon deflecting the magical blades.

The light disappeared from her eyes, the ringing in her ears dying down enough that she could hear the words being spoken. Something about how Daemon would have loved to have stayed longer, but really needed to get going. She wasn't entirely certain if that's what was being said, but she could at least make an educated guess on it. Kanix straightened her posture, though just as she did so, she felt Daemon's hand slip into her own and draw her away. No sound came from her mouth as she was pulled into the shadows, an experience she wasn't entirely sure what to think of. Before she knew it, she was standing on a roof with Daemon, looking down at Sir Leonard and the crying rain goddess. Well, Daemon was, she was just staring into darkness that she assumed was the position in which the mages were at.

"Raina... the Fairies' Princess," the shaman said the single sentence, then kept her mouth shut, as if she had given the woman the answer she had been looking for. She had never met this mage before, never in her entire life even once seen what that woman down below looked like. Yet, she stood there knowing the name of her, like they had been best friends from the start and only one could remember the loving memories. A smile laced her lips, gracing her with a much kinder look than the blind mage had first come to show herself as. After all, she wasn't that bad of a person, she was merely misunderstood more than ever thought possible. The skimpily dressed woman dropped the smile though and stood in her place, clutching her staff tightly.

"Don't think I'm through with any of you..." the Native American-esque mage spat out to the two below.

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The coursing shock of lightning confused Kanix, and the overwhelming power of Heero made the dark mage want to throw up from the immensity of it. She stood her ground though, her loin cloth shifting to dance in the man-made wind from Heero's grandeur entrance. With her ground held, head high, the Basilisk Fang murderer stared the guild master of Fairy Tail down with a cold, hateful look. Little clacks of the dangling bones on her staff filled the air, but Kanix, herself, remained quiet, even a little awestruck. In the presence of a strong mage, beyond what she imagined, Kanix couldn't find the strength to voice herself against him. Writhing in her place, Heero's appearance was making her feel extremely uncomfortable, as if she was not meant to be there anymore.

She was soaked to the bone, her black hair plastered against her bodice, emphasizing the voluptuous curves of the woman. Water trickled down her pale skin, down the deer skin cloth that covered her groin, to the bares of her feet. Shivers were forced back at the cold water, and she didn't budge from her place, though was pulled close to Daemon. Her head turned upward slightly to look at him, listening to the words he spoke to Heero, like he was some chummy, old friend. Kanix held herself close to him, sucking up the warmth of his body to the best of her ability while they conversed. What she expected was for the guild master to come after them or for Daemon to pull her away again, far, far away. Although that was what ran through her mind, the dark mage hadn't a clue what she was to expect from either of them.

Her head tilted some, sensing movement from where Heero was standing, then as she knew it, lightning struck down upon her. Kanix didn't have the time to flee from the grasp of the guild master before she had been zapped to his side with Daemon.

Now closer to the prodigious magic emitting from Heero, Kanix kept herself frozen in place, unmoving and fearful. Her watchful, opalescent eyes followed the movements that were displayed by his aura, ever waiting for him to lash out and tear her heart from her chest. Surely he had the strength to do that, so why was he pressing time with things that didn't matter as much to the woman? She kept her face expressionless, never saying a word to Heero, though he may have been expecting her to say something back. It wasn't like she could anyway, the fear of something unknown held the fortuneteller back from saying what she wanted to say. Thoughts ran through her head, filling up her mind, so that she was not able to function as properly as she wanted to function. Right now, all that Kanix was able to do, was watch Heero and wonder when that snaking move would come to rip her heart out.

Eventually, she was able to look away from the entrancing man, down to the warm feeling that enveloped the entirety of her body. Raising a hand, the seer placed it on her skin, suddenly amazed by how the lightning bolt had only warmed up her skin and had not burned her. She shifted her multi-hued eyes back to Heero, a smile of amazement caressing her luscious lips before it was killed and she looked away again. He wouldn't care, her discoveries would mean nothing to them as much as they meant to her; he wouldn't understand blindness.

His words rang into her ears, tore that happiness from her, and she became that stone statue all over again. They didn't frighten her in the least bit, she hadn't felt any oncoming deaths, so she knew that Heero was bluffing toward her.

"You really have to make me believe you're going to kill me if I move because I do not sense any death coming, so your words are merely a bluff to me," Kanix interrupted him.

Her eyes shot toward Leo and Raina, the two embraced in a lovebird hug, but she couldn't see it, and thus, ignored what Heero said. "Love is a weakness; you'll only hurt yourself when the one you love is hurt," she bluntly answered to the guild's master. "And I do not need the strength of a legal mage to feel unfrightened by things; you are not even a threat to me... I might not be able to see you, but I am no damsel in distress, Lover Boy." Kanix stared intently at Heero, as if she was challenging him to say otherwise. "Leo should know that by now; love is just a painful emotion to feel... I don't see why he subjects himself to such pain." She would fall silent thereafter, listening for that movement that would signal the sickening feeling of a death to come. Perhaps, she would be lucky enough that he truly meant that if she did not move, then she would still be graced with her miserable life.

Once more, she found her breath hitching in her throat as Heero called her cute, her mind shutting down at the words. The pain in her head returned and she clutched it between her hands, dropping her staff and holding back tears. Her eyes would glow white again, images violently flashing through her mind, far more painful than the last time. "Please, make it stop..." Kanix whined out, forcing back tears that threatened to break free and spill down her face. "I didn't know what I was thinking... I was doing only as I was told. They wanted her dead, but I told them no, then She took over." Kanix fell silent and rocked her upper half up and down as a form of calming down, but nothing was helping her. "I told them 'no... no... no...' but They didn't listen, They never listen, only to Her. No... make it stop, it hurts... it hurts... Stop."

"Well, it's not my fault you didn't obey them. I had to do something," she snapped back at herself. Her rocking continued, but there was anger in her voice, not at Leo or Raina, or Heero or Daemon, though at herself. "You always find something that's wrong in killing people; what else am I supposed to do, but stop a weakling from being pathetic?"

"You could just leave me alone... leave me alone... go away! Stop all of this..." Kanix wailed softly to herself, moving her hands to her cheeks and tearing at her eyes. "Look at what you made me do. Look! Look! Look! You fooled me, shame on you; you fooled me again, shame on me... Shame. Shame. Shame."

"Would you shut up already? You're making an embarrassment of yourself! Oh, wait until our guild master learns of this!" she chuckled, hysterically laughing at her folly.

"No... No... No..." the woman groaned, giving in to the voice and resting her head against Daemon's side.

Plopping to the ground soon after, Kanix let the tears spill from her eyes; she wasn't meant to be a dark mage, never was. His offer, Heero's, formed in her head as a possibility, but then Famine's image followed after it, a look of displeasure on her face. "I can't," she whispered in a hoarse voice, "She will kill me if I do. I will be a complete disgrace to Her." Who was she kidding? She was already a disgrace to Famine, her next step would be just to have her guild master kill her. Everything was outed; Heero knew her guild, Famine would find out about her stupidity and irrationality, then it would be the end of Kanix Laspor. "Oh please, oh please... she's going to kill me. I messed up... I messed up. I'm no good... She'll kill me, dispose of me..." Kanix would laugh at her words just moments after blubbering them, and her face would look back to Heero.

"Just take me as a prisoner of war, so I don't have to go back; at least do that for me," Kanix begged him pitifully. She would much rather be chained to a wall than be caught sitting so calmly in the guild hall of Fairy Tail. A betrayal. The destroyed woman would raise up her hands together, waiting for the cold metal of cuffs around her wrists, but doubt that he would clouded her mind. "I can tell you everything I know, just don't make me go back there as a disappointment. She'll have my head mounted on a wall for it." It was blind to her that she could join them on her own, her pride and legacy being that which only mattered to her. Maybe it was pity she was trying to get out of him, she wasn't entirely sure of her own actions as of right now. Kanix just knelt there, with her hands raised toward Heero, looking like the pitiful creature she was making herself out to be.

How good of a dark mage was she now? Here at the feet of the Fairy Tail guild master, begging that he just imprison her. As if the man would do such a thing, he would cast her off as she foresaw, refuse to take her to their dungeons. Heero was too kindly for that; plus, it hadn't even been a war that he was there for to take her prisoner. She was doing this in vain, she knew it, but the least she could do was trying to get Heero to not make her go back. Kanix just couldn't face Famine right now, or ever; she had already failed the Basilisk Fang master by talking to much. Maybe it was best that she just flee from that guild, but what about Sol? Her home at his castle in the Cursed Lands? He wouldn't let her back, ever. Sol would look at her as a disgrace, just as much as Famine would glare down upon her.

"If I go back there... Famine will do things that I don't want to happen," Kanix mumbled, mostly to herself. It wasn't memories of the guild she was recalling, but times farther than that, back before she joined Basilisk Fang. They were memories of when she was younger, maybe not much younger than a child of the age of fourteen. Voices she recalled speaking jumbled words, her vision blackened at the edges and blurry all around after that. White walls, so many white walls and a... creaking sound? Kanix shook her head and let it flop lower than her shoulders. The Native American-esque woman didn't know what to do, then dropped her hands into her lap after a few more minutes. The longer she stayed in that position, the more she was certain that she was only going to embarrass herself more.