Aioai and Daemon Social A meeting During a downpour.

by **Daemon Spade** 29th July 2016, 6:59 pm

Daemon Spade: The Dark Moon; - - -
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Aioai and Daemon Social A meeting During a downpour.

by Daemon Spade 29th July 2016, 6:59 pm

The Isle of Midi. The center of Eastern culture in Earth land and birthplace of Daemon spade's family and their final resting place.

In a small village nestled between a mountain and a forest a small grave can be spotted near what appears to be the remains of a house. In front of the grave stood a lone figure wearing a traditional midian grab of a silver kimono with black moons decorating the hakama and kotes underneath a kasa umbrella. The figure reached into his kimono and pulled out a small bouquet of flowers. The figure placed the flowers over the grave and said a small prayer in midian before gently patting the dirt over the grave. The figure then stood up just as a rain storm slowly began to take place causing the ground to become moist and slick. The figure sighed and slowly began to walk towards the village as a few stray tears slowly fell down his face.

The figure reached the village and walked to the inn and slowly walked into the tavern area causing the bamboo pieces to jingle and alerting the bar hostess of a customer. The hostess came out and looked at the figure before walking over to him and hugged him carefully.The figured tensed slightly then smiled as he hugged the hostess back with one arm and ask if she could bring them something to eat? The hostess smiled and nodded before heading bac to the kitchen to prepare the figures meal. The figure grabbed a booth by the window and set his umbrella next to their seat as they ran their hand through their slightly wet teal hair while looking out at the rain noting a small crack in the clouds revealing the full moon in all of it's glory.

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by **Aioai** 29th July 2016, 8:57 pm

Aioai

Aioai: Lineage : Bringer of Death
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Re: Aioai and Daemon Social A meeting During a downpour.

by Aioai 29th July 2016, 8:57 pm

Blind devotion, empty notions. Like a roaring ocean slowing motion, we'll merge into the masses. At once all race and classes. Return me to stardust, we'll burn ourselves to ashes, flare up in gleaming flashes 'cause smoke lingers after fire. Fading, breaking down, but we'll rendezvous at: the end, my friend and light. The darkness left behind. Return me to stardust.. Smoke lingers after fire. Lay down your troubled mind..>/div>

we'll kindly cease to be. As we intertwine with the universe;Return me to stardust.. Smoke lingers after fire

Wind. Breezes held like collected words toned to only whispers, a moon held in a sky as a pure heart, as stars shedding tears overflowed to a stream, a shower—Pasting. Swimming in a sea of words, droplets danced down in a shower upon a town held quiet, small and distant—Midi, an Eastern Isle and a place unexplored by the venturing wander, a female almost close to that of a Nomad.. But far different than any. Wrapped in a cover of the night, droplets brilliantly sounded off in harmony with each touch to the surface of the surrounding—Bare, slick and dirty. A silhouette curved, the embodiment of a female.. Within the moon’s light, as the droplets fell, revealed an attire—Worn ribbons intertwined around the limbs, as a dark dress clung to the body, as a shawl worn on the neck also covered the head; exposed flesh along the cheek, even the worn ribbons that didn’t fully cover allowed the flesh to show a glitter from the flesh, a shine of mini-stars: Star-dust flesh.

Beyond the silver crown worn like a visor, hiding the eyes and forehead, the female showed to have a keen sense of her path, the buildings around her and the inn beyond her—Alone. She walked this path, the mudd and it’s dirty stained not her dress nor her feet as the shadows below her paved a ‘mat’. Staring upon her, she wasn’t of this area, she didn’t seem familiar, however, those within her presence found themselves finding familiarity with her, comforting or uneasing—Around the thin neck of the female, a key on a chain was found, platinum based, one side was black, almost as if it held itself corrupted, as the symbol had a star but it was corrupted out. Keeping herself covered not only by the shadows and it’s comrade the darkness of the night, the cloak acted as her coat within this storm that worsened—She strolled casually to the Inn.

As an arm lift, the frail fingers of the fair lady pushed against the fibers of her clothes, as she took a step within inn’s shelter before entering. Painted across the lips soft, pink like a rose within the spring, she held a false smile, but it seemed so warm—Aioai, the fallen star, a star that didn’t know her turth, a star that was more than that of a human and more of a person than that of a celestial spirit... The daughter of a shadow dragon.. And most importantly, the soul scarred by horrors.. The frail fingers of her, the fair flesh gilded along the shawl that protected most of her from the rain was removed, showing the vanilla strings with an unearthly sparkle called hair—By a means most wouldn’t understand, the female ‘looked’ upon her without her eyes held behind it’s crowned-visor. Barely lit, not so crowded, almost empty.. The town from her field of senses and ‘vision’.. It seemed so ‘dead’ or just distant.. Quiet.. Like a town left to a dreary past.. Maybe.. It was due to the night..?

Before the third second could pass, the female found herself moving forward, her fingers opening the door and pushing it inward. As the door closed behind her, she advanced into the depths, she didn’t scan everything so clearly as she hopped, but she only looked for something opened for her and only her.. But.. There was this one booth that offered a window to view outside, that invited the sight of the moon.. Someone was sitting there...? It was only a single person.. Maybe.. She could ask.. She wasn’t good with company.. But.. She could try..? Keep down.. She was always alone.. So.. Maybe..? She could try.

Her head was ‘low’ and her intent seemed unknown, she did not appear hostile.. She appeared nothing short than of timid and quiet—Taking her steps within the depths of this tavern, this inn, she motioned to the booth occupied by a single man. He was the only figure she took notice in, but only a few things poked at her interest the window was one—There was other booths with windows, but this one held the best view and she didn’t mind trying to socialize to sit there... Even if it was a bit.

Ceasing her steps, she stopped a foot away from this booth as she held her head downward, her lips motioning—Soft in tone, the voice held itself radiant and enchanting; alluring. “Excuse me..? Sire.” She said to get his attention with a small pause, she had spoke as she held up a finger to express a question as she hid her face. “May I sit here as well? I like the view more.. If not. I fully understand.” She added. It would’ve been questionable, but hopefully he did not question it—She appeared blind nor did she appear to use her eyes to see, so.. Why would she want to sit there..? It was one of the mysterious of Aioai.

Health: 000 • Mana: you • Status: stuff • Theme: Link • Aioai: Link • Picture: Link

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by **Daemon Spade** 30th July 2016, 2:25 pm

Daemon Spade

Daemon Spade: The Dark Moon; - - -
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Posts : 1298
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Age : 32
Experience : 0

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Second Skill: Imperal Demon
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Re: Aioai and Daemon Social A meeting During a downpour.

by Daemon Spade 30th July 2016, 2:25 pm

The male turned his head after hearing voice that sent both a shiver down his spine and caused his heart to quicken. It had been decades since he had heard such a voice the last being his mother's. The male looked at the visor wearing woman and immediately began to blush profusely as he attempt to string together a proper thought before mentally punching the nervous part of his psyche then threw them off a cliff into a pack of wild mind wolves. The male now calm smiled to the woman and moved over slightly to offer her the spot next to him. The male after being enraptured by the woman's ethereal beauty he noticed several familiar scents emanating from her one of the most notable one being the all too familiar scent of blood. Having just visited his parents grave didn't exactly leave the young mage too fond of the scent of blood at the moment but the scent was quickly obscured by the scent of the rain and the feeling of the full moon shining down on his body. You can if you want milady I take it you enjoy the moon as well ? " He said in a calm yet charismatic voice showing that while he was playful he knew when to draw the line.My name is Daemon Spade what is yours ?

The male's food arrived two minutes later which was a simple set of Rice balls and a pot of green tea. He smiled and thanked the hostess who then asked the ethereal maiden for what she would have.

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Battle theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv08zFNjTtw

End of the world Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S-UpM7dbcg

by **Aioai** 31st July 2016, 5:21 am

Aioai

Aioai: Lineage : Bringer of Death
Position : None
Posts : 87
Guild : Basilisk Fang
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Experience : 450

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First Skill: Shadow Dragon slayer, 2'nd gen
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Re: Aioai and Daemon Social A meeting During a downpour.

by Aioai 31st July 2016, 5:21 am

Blind devotion, empty notions. Like a roaring ocean slowing motion, we'll merge into the masses. At once all race and classes. Return me to stardust, we'll burn ourselves to ashes, flare up in gleaming flashes 'cause smoke lingers after fire. Fading, breaking down, but we'll rendezvous at: the end, my friend and light. The darkness left behind. Return me to stardust.. Smoke lingers after fire. Lay down your troubled mind..>/div>

we'll kindly cease to be. As we intertwine with the universe;Return me to stardust.. Smoke lingers after fire

Questioned. Grasping the man’s attention, he spoke with the latter of her words and with his words towards her request, he did hasted with a question to allow more conversation or possibly curiosity—“‘Tis plectere.” Soft in slang, but latin in tongue; gentle in tone, whisper in voice. With these words, she found herself to her seat across of him, hand to dress, her body turned to slip between the narrow opening of the table and it’s seating, finding herself sitting infront of the male; sliding to the end closest to the wall, the window. Was it something she desired not to speak about, or was it something perplexing as she explained, perhaps her timid nature.. Hadn’t even a nod or a ‘look’ in his direction, her head, ‘her eyes’ simply forced to the window she sit by as her side lent into the wall, the side of her head even—Reaction to the moon, the starlight itself, the exposed flesh upon her cheeks glittered-sparkled in a shine of it’s very own, like diamonds. False, the smile that found itself upon her lips faded with their part, a gentle soundless murmur was released with an exhale; a sigh, mistakable for a yawn.

Sad or tired? Timid natures normally were formed by fear or discomfort, what was she about? She wasn’t rude, but she appeared to be short and not on means to do so. It had been a good second or two, attempting not to appear as if she was ignoring the man, the man who was nice enough to welcome her and even allow her to join him—“Aioai D. Nightstray. A pleasure to meet you, Daemon.” She said, despite her timid or ‘abnormal’ nature, she appeared to be sincere, her tone held like a spring breeze as her voice like silk. As these words left her mouth, it appeared she had nothing more to express, a busy mind could cause quiet, hidden fears or worries could cause timidness—But whatever reason, she was quiet.

Our fallen star, her lost way and confusing life; so sad with it’s darkness and it’s familiar memories—A power like a dragon, an appearance like an ‘angel’, but a fallen star, a past like hell and out of sight and his mind, the puppet of a guild that is corrupt.

Fresh food. Steamy and of course, hot, a hostress guided her way to their booth with a plate of food just made—It’s smell circling, lingering around the depth’s of the inn, and it seemed yummy, but it was foreign to the girl. As the Hostress placed the dish down, a cloth soon followed for the tea pot, it’s smell was familiar to the female, but the food fresh and made was not, and for good reason—Turning her head not to the food, but simply to the window, her head simply turned to look to the female that asked her what she’d desired. To Aioai’s own dismay, she didn’t quite know what to say, almost as she didn’t expect to even be asked or was it something else—Quick to hold up her hand, her index finger lift as her mouth opened and she tried not to come off rude as a smile painted over her lips. “I am fine. Thank you.” She spoke, she kept her calm and kept her voice friendly, as her tone soft—There was many odd things about Aioai, her eating habits was one, despite how far she had traveled, despite of she wanted or even needed to eat.. She ate things that was considered ‘abnormal’, abnormal caused questions and questions not answered left to misunderstanding.. and that lead to fear.. Which lead to her suffering.

Health: 000 • Mana: you • Status: stuff • Theme: Link • Aioai: Link • Picture: Link

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by **Daemon Spade** 31st July 2016, 11:48 pm

Daemon Spade

Daemon Spade: The Dark Moon; - - -
Lineage : Shadows of Anarchy
Position : None
Posts : 1298
Guild : Suripingu Mori
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Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 32
Experience : 0

Character Sheet
First Skill: Lunar
Second Skill: Imperal Demon
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Re: Aioai and Daemon Social A meeting During a downpour.

by Daemon Spade 31st July 2016, 11:48 pm

Daemon looked to the woman known as Aioai D. Nightstray with an intrigued look overtaking his yellow eyes. He slowly closed his eyes and began to silently run through his mental archives of information he has acquired through his life and recalled hearing that name once through a rumor during his day as an assassin for hire. The rumor stated about a powerful creature appearing in multiple wars and skirmishes slaughtering everything in her path that took place several years ago. The rumor ended roughly a year ago with a story about the creature being forced to join the Rune Knights.

Daemon slowly opened his eyes and proceeded to look at Aioai with a soft smile as he took the pot and carefully poured himself a cup a warm green liquid and took short yet soothing sip before setting the cup back down. It's very rare to meet another wanderer in this part of the world." He said with a calm exterior as he noticed that she told the hostess that she didn't want anything to eat even though she appeared be rather thin for someone her age. "Are you sure your not hungry Aioai-san? It's not healthy to go to bed hungry." Daemon stated in a slightly caring tone with a very subtle undertone of curiosity. Daemon recalled in the rumor that the creature didn't eat typical food and required a specific food source. Daemon lift his left arm ad picked up one of the rices balls and offered it to he with to most people would be normal hand yet Daemon's entire left arm was actually made of a metal alloy with his fingers being replaced wit razor sharp claws.

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by **Aioai** 11th August 2016, 2:56 am

Aioai

Aioai: Lineage : Bringer of Death
Position : None
Posts : 87
Guild : Basilisk Fang
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Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 450

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First Skill: Shadow Dragon slayer, 2'nd gen
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Re: Aioai and Daemon Social A meeting During a downpour.

by Aioai 11th August 2016, 2:56 am

Blind devotion, empty notions. Like a roaring ocean slowing motion, we'll merge into the masses. At once all race and classes. Return me to stardust, we'll burn ourselves to ashes, flare up in gleaming flashes 'cause smoke lingers after fire. Fading, breaking down, but we'll rendezvous at: the end, my friend and light. The darkness left behind. Return me to stardust.. Smoke lingers after fire. Lay down your troubled mind..>/div>

we'll kindly cease to be. As we intertwine with the universe;Return me to stardust.. Smoke lingers after fire

Rare? Undoubted, rare appeared like an understatement. Did something happen or was this town lost to time—Dancing around the quiet town were cities with more business, safer paths and direct connections.. Business, personal or not, rarely sent one to be out here, unless it was family, but even then, it seemed there was barely that here.. She only noted three people, maybe four? In the end, it appeared she had nothing to say to his comment.. She didn’t want to explain nor really state her reasonings nor desire more attention than a normal, but there was few things that made that impossible—If it could be helped, she desired to keep Daemon at an arm’s distance.. So in the end.. Why was she here..? She didn’t seem a business type, she didn’t have family here and if she wanted to go to a place to drink, there was better towns for it.. It couldn’t just be the rain? Maybe, she herself was thinking about the answer.. But in actuality, for what she followed and looked for seemed to unreal, even for this magical world they live in—Thus, desiring not to talk about it.

Denying any form of food, even drink, it appeared Daemon disapproved of such and found himself attempting to understand; in worry and concern for a girl he didn’t know. Thin and frail, it appeared she didn’t eat; underweight and weak—Blatantly not wanting to eat and habits of eating were two of the same, his habits and requirements of food were completely different from hers, quite the opposite in diet possibly. To his word and very gesture, her head turned to, her sight rendered by her ‘crown’ visor—The only expression was the curl of the lower lip in a hint of confusion and a spice of curiosity painted along her face, as ‘rice ball’ presented to her, as an offering of some sort with his gesturing comment of concern. But, why the confusion? Why the curiosity? It was surely a common riceball, shouldn’t she know what that was? It was a rather common food among many people, even the poor.. Hell, rice fields were everywhere in traveling lives—Needlessly, the Riceball was not the peck of her interested field, her confusion and curiosity.

Upon his prosthetic arm extended, to where his hand held forth the riceball in a nigh-plead for her to eat—There was this smell, it was magical and it was ‘offered’ forth with the riceball. She leaned forward, she had sat up as her torso bent forward, her head drawing closer to the peck of her interest—Her movement was steady, they were slow and much like a cautious wolf emerging from the shadows. Fragment of an inch, her nose located itself barely a hair away from the riceball and the open hand that offered; she was close.. Gravely close. It was a question or two, it appeared she was going to eat it out of her hand, but that would’ve been obvious not... Her movements hinted to her curiosity and wonder. Infact, she appeared more animalistic at that very moment—As soon as her nose pecked close enough, it wiggled slightly, almost like that of a bunny... There was this aroma... This scent... It was unique and profound.

Snuffle, she inhaled through her nose.. Sniffing four times.. This scent.. The aura of the magic within a person, it was offered a window to what they were, a parallel and an alter-ego of them, to them.. The first profound thing given off was simple.. The first.. It was vulgar and destructive.. Wild and blunt..? The second.. Loathsome and yet, meek.. Yet the third.. Dismembered, yet biddable.. In the end, the last one defined it all.. Primal and loyal..

In appearance, she could’ve been confused for smelling the riceball, possibly in doubt of it being poisoned or just never eating one—In actuality, she was profiling his personality and his magic.. his nature. After a second of smelling the ‘riceball’.. There was sharp movement, a speedy one—Opening her mouth, the pearly white teeth were exposed, atop of this, with attention paid, her canine teeth tract like fangs of a snake as she found herself giving a bite at the hand that was ‘feeding’ her. Desiring to sink her teeth into the prosthetic hand that offered her food, aimed at biting the side of the hand; below the knuckles of the pinky finger. Her teeth were pointed and sharp, but normally hidden by being retracted to an even level.. Something she learned, however, the fangs themselves were common much like a dog over a snake or cat, but seemed more like baby teeth of a puppy more than an older dog.

Upon her teeth, her bite, if it were to grace the alloy hand—Her teeth would not penetrate nor dent his metal hand. It’ll infact, simply grind against the surface with a strong reinforced bite—A bite of instinct that happened more suddenly than she would’ve realized. Magical essences, item, raw or within a person, exposed to her was rather an sign for bizarre things to happen.

“....”

Pitiful, wasn't it..?

Health: 000 • Mana: you • Status: stuff • Theme: Link • Aioai: Link • Picture: Link

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by **Daemon Spade** 13th August 2016, 10:55 pm

Daemon Spade

Daemon Spade: The Dark Moon; - - -
Lineage : Shadows of Anarchy
Position : None
Posts : 1298
Guild : Suripingu Mori
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 32
Experience : 0

Character Sheet
First Skill: Lunar
Second Skill: Imperal Demon
Third Skill:

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Re: Aioai and Daemon Social A meeting During a downpour.

by Daemon Spade 13th August 2016, 10:55 pm

Daemon looked at the woman who was currently biting his pinky finger on his automail arm with a look of both annoyance and playfulness. While the bite didn't cause him much physical pain it was still rather annoying due to Daemon's slight state of paranoia which even being severely small due to him being in very familiar territory he still felt the instinctual urge to grab the maiden's visor and bite it in return. Unfortunately for Daemon his insticts currently reflected an animal that felt slightly threatened so he literally attempted to do just that as he swiped his regular hand over the Aioai's head to what would look like to others as a gentle caress filled with caring vibes yet in reality he was using the skills passed to him by his mother to deftly remove the connecting straps from the back of her head and slipping the visor off her face. Daemon then proceeded to bite the visor and internally whimper as the feeling of the ordinate metal grinding against his teeth I believe that makes us even now. He whispered softly into her ear as he removed the visor from his jaw and quickly cleaned it with his sleeve and carefully slipped it back onto Aioai's face.

A few moments passed as Daemon began to process the taste of the metal in the visor. To most people metal simple taste like metal but to Daemon who possess animal traits and senses he is able to tell where something is from based on taste and could examine what kind of person someone is based on their scent. As Daemon closed the distance between him and Aioai to return her visor her noticed a darker scent this one was soaked in blood and malice filling his nostrils with a horrific bouquet of death and carnage and painting a vivid tapestry of images to match the possible outcomes that caused such an event to occur. Yet despite the gory scenes playing in his mind Daemon noticed a small sliver of caring. Interestng...

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