Sonata of Memories [Private/Social]

Panic was setting in as she could feeling two more large magic sources nearby the man closing in due to him being not only older but bigger than her. As her mind began to race she could not help but assume that this man had two more people ready to kill her, and as her began to get too close her eyes focused on the danger as blue flames twitched around her fingers in a foolish attempt to use magic she had no access to yet. In seconds as the mage closed in rather than death meeting her she was swept off her feet as a woman she had never met grabbed her and cast what looked like a barrier type spell to protect them as a massive beast landed on and pinned the mage before her. "Y-You are here to prote. . ." Were the words of the woman who had swept her off her feet at fist making her happy but soon she once more had thoughts on Elijah and Laycie their own lies of the same type ringing in her mind as her eyes grew fierce and filled with fear as she forced herself out of the womans arms. Touching the ground she would begin to hyper-ventilate as her tail whipped around out of her own terror and stress soon collapsing from it before looking over to the mage pinned to the ground. Standing on her feet she would look to the mage with anger and walk over picking up the picture of herself with the old purple eyes as she ignited it with blue flames. "I do not know why you are tracking me. . . But LEAVE." tapping a finger on the head of her would be killer she would get up and walk over to the woman who had saved her.

A slight blush ran across her face as she looked at them having not once really known anyone to protect her out of kindness. "T-Thank you. . . You do not have the same smell and aura of bloodshed like he did. . ." as if by instinct her fingers would run over her scar on the back of her neck the once mark of Basilisk Fang now lost in color yet still burned into her flesh. Setting a hand on her side she would turn her eyes to the womans face, "W-Why did you protect me though? Basilisk Fang won't stop going after me until they have me back. . . And I am dead. . ." Her mind was too confused to be think of why someone would do this for some random demon looking child let alone one being attacked by a Basilisk Fang member. "M-My name is Nera Rouge. . . May I ask your own name? I have no real place to go for now so if we could maybe sit around here for a while. . ." her legs were shaking as she spoke soon collapsing from the fear as in her current state her magic was not ready yet and still needed time for her magic power to equalize before anything could be done. Death had become close to her future and in one swoop this woman had removed it as in moment tears ran down her face from how happy she felt for the first time in these long two years since she had been with Basilisk Fang.

Eliot had recently finished exploring a near by ancient ruins, after dodging countless traps. Venomous snakes, deep pit falls, quick sand, and giant rolling boulders Eliot was able to make it out like a thief by snatching a solid golden idol for himself. The danger was worth while, what was even more rewarding was being able to read the faded hieroglyphics. The inner spirits within Eliot was murmuring in excitement as they conversed with the lingering souls they had found in the ruins. As much as Eliot wanted to stay an explore some more, he knew he had to keep moving. He had made his way to the nearest village. Upon his arrival he quickly secured a room to stay in at a local tavern, there he dropped off his items locked it up in his room before he wandered about. Truly it was a fine day, however the peaceful Peace Village was not so peaceful. A young woman seemed to be protecting a young girl. Eliot was not the type to step in to be a hero, but he noticed something odd. Both the woman and the young child had an incredible amount of spirit energy, naturally Eliot's inner spirits where drawn to them. Eliot noticed hostility from three hidden figures. He wasn't all in the mood for fighting but it seemed that it was inevitable. Before anything else went down Eliot tried to make his way out of the conflict before things got out of hand. He lit a cigarette, and puffed out a plume of smoke as he started to walked away. Yet just before he take a step further, his inner desire to help the girl and the woman had gotten the better of him. He drew his revolver and fired it straight through a window. A howl of pain could be heard as a heavy thud indicated a falling body.

The other Hidden Basilisk Fang goons immediately turned their attention to Eliot. With a sigh Eliot simply looked up glaring at the closest goon to make his way towards him.


"Oi....you mind getting out of the way? You're blocking the road.... And it seems the lady and the kid here aren't to pleased with you getting in the way...." Eliot spoke in a seemingly charming voice. The man retorted back to stay out of the way, he brandished his guild mark in hopes to scare Eliot. Eliot simply took of his white glove, there on his hand was a faded fairy tail insignia.

"Tough luck friend.....snakes like you don't scare me." with that said the goon dashed forward a bolt of electricity crackled at the palm of his hand. Suddenly the enemy threw a small bolt of lightning straight at Eliot. Eliot in response quickly kicked a metal bucket up in the air just a few meters away, the bolt of lighting immediately redirected itself towards the bucket thus causing the attack to miss. Eliot then fired another shot at the mans knee, the goon fell face first crying out in agony. Knowing that the other combatants would attempt to stay hidden and try for an assimilation, Eliot took this time to knock out the fallen man by giving him a solid kick on the face to put him into a quick slumber.

Eliot walked towards the woman and the little girl, he took of his hat and placed it on the little girls head. "Hold this for me will ya kiddo?" with that said Eliot vanished in a puff of embers and smoke. Eliot had entered his Death Rider form, in that instant his flesh had melted away as he took on his ghostly form to go invisible to hunt down the remaining assailants. The closest was was hiding in a bar just a few meters away from the child and the woman. Unseen in his ghostly body, Eliot dashed through a wall closing the gap with the next combatant, he reappeared and bashed the goons head onto the wall and tossed him out the window. The man came crashing down right before the woman's feet. The other assailant quickly ambushed Eliot throwing a dagger hitting him square on the shoulder. It seemed to be a dagger embedded with a fraction of holy magic. Eliot grinded his teeth as he glared at his opponent with his hollow eyes. His skeletal grin sent shivers to everyone in the room. Eliot grabbed the knife, and upon touch the knife burst into flamers he pulled it out and let go.

instead of falling the knife floated around Eliot, clad in ghostly flames. The dagger spun about before flying straight into the mans shoulder pinning him onto the wall. Eliot grabbed a bottle of whisky, and fired his revolver at the mans knees, and gut. The wounds wouldn't kill the poor goon, but the pain would certainly be enough to knock him out. Eliot walked out briefly looking at the woman and child with his hollow burning eyes. His skull would give them a nod as he walked to the man laying sprawled on the ground. In silence Eliot poured the bottle of whisky over the man. The goon spluttered opening his eyes completely bamboozled on what had happened. To his surprise he would saw a flaming skeleton looking down upon him. Before the man could say anything Eliot dropped his cigarette he had lit earlier. The cigarette lit the whisky on fie causing the man to be engulfed in a plume of flames. The goon screamed as the flames ate away on his flesh, Eliot watched the man run around till he threw himself down a nearby well.


Eliot's flames flickered intensely giving off the feeling of, fear, pain, agony, and death. Yet as soon as Eliot was sure there where no more goons, his flames died down to blue flames instead of intense red and orange. "You ladies alright?" inquired Eliot as his voice rang clear yet almost mysterious like a whispering of a ghost. He looked at the giant creature that was pining the struggling goon down. "No worries....I'm on your side....I'm not too particularly fond of snakes as well....." muttered Eliot as he gestured to the Basilisk Fang member pinned under the bone like Creature. He flames died down and his flesh, and hair returned as if regrowing back on his bones and once burning flesh. The transformation was painful, but it was instant. Once back to normal, Eliots wound on his shoulder began to bleed. "Ah....shit....I'm going to need stitches for this.....Oh and thanks for holding my hat kiddo....." Eliot walked up to little girl and plucked his hat from her head.

Eliot twirled his hat and placed it on his head before tipping it at the two ladies. "The names.... Eliot....Eliot Bloodborne......I think that's all of them.....but if you don't mind I'd like to speak to that guy over there......uhhh ya know the one who's kinda being stepped on by that giant undead bird thingy...." Eliot said in a calm cool manner as if nothing had happened.