Post by Yoshimitsu on May 22, 2008 19:28:48 GMT -5
A tower. Solid black stone that appeared to be carved, as opposed to built. It was not altogether that tall, not that distinctive apart from the fact that it stood in the middle of a wasteland on a forgotten piece of earth. It cast a sillouette against the moon, an ominous sight. Yoshimitsu looked up at the tower, his face set in a look of steely determination. He took a few more steps towards the tower.
A disc appeared in the air in front of him. It had no mass to speak of, nor did it appear to have any particular state, not solid, liquid or gas. It did not emit or reflect light, did not make any sound or affect its surroundings in any way. Yoshimitsu looked at the disc, and a face slowly faded into view.
It was a male face, but had feminine qualities. The eyes were aqua in colour, bright, and appeared to pierce a person's exterior, look through them and view their very soul. Long, straight, light blue, almost aqua but not quite hair, a few strands faling down on to his face.
"Ah, Yoshimitsu. One moment," Alex said. Yoshimitsu felt a strange force take hold of his body, and the next moment he was facing two large, black oak doors. Without him doing anything, the doors opened and he stepped inside.
It was a large room, appearing to be much larger than the tower's exterior would suggest. Perfectly circular, with torches lining the walls, all perfectly equal in distance from each other. Running down the middle of the room was a heavy crimson carpet, leading to the only seat in the room. The seat in question was more like a throne, carved from that same black stone, much taller than Yoshimitsu, over twice his height, the seat and back covered in a dark blue material. Occupying the throne was Alex.
Alex's attire had change since Yoshimitsu had last seen him, though Yoshimitsu knew that Alex was wearing his outfit to impress visitors. A deep, blood red silk shirt, the long sleeves flaring at the wrists. black linen pants that would flow around his legs when he walked. Black shiny boots, reflecting the light from the flickering flames.
"Flashy," Yoshimitsu said. "Are you a dancer now?"
"Hardly. By the way, what do you think of the decoration?" Alex enquired, gesturing around the room.
"Doesn't look any different to me," Yoshimitsu replied. "Besides, I have a couple of other things to worry about."
"Yes, he's getting stronger, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"He defeated you, and yet you're alive."
"You should know what his dark side is like, Alex," Yoshimitsu said, his voice chilling the air. "Arrogant, so sure he'll win."
"So why have you come here?" Alex asked. "What could you possibly want from me?"
"You know what I need."
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. It was so tence, and... hostile. Alex frowned.
"Surely, it is not that bad. He cannot have gotten so powerful," Alex said, daring it to be true.
"He has. There's no other way," Yoshimitsu said bitterly. Alex said nothing for a minute. He vanished from the throne, reappearing beside Yoshimitsu, and began to circle him, examining him.
"Are you ready to risk everything in order to get it?" Alex demanded.
"Yes."
"Risk your life? Your sanity?"
"Yes."
"Are you prepared to lose anything and everything, any companions you take with you, or memories you might have?"
"Yes."
"Are you willing to risk losing him? That which you seek is not for redemption. Your chance of curing him is much less than your chance of killing him. Are you willing to take that chance?"
"Yes."
Alex stepped in front of Yoshimitsu, their eyes locked. After a moment, he sighed.
"I will show you the way," he said. Yoshimitsu felt that curious sensation of having his entire body gripped at Alex teleported them to a busy city.
"You have one hour to gather your friends, anyone you think might help you. I will find you in exactly sixty minutes," Alex said, teleporting again with a rush of wind. Yoshimitsu pulled his phone out of his pocket and began to message his friends, asking for assistance.
One hour later, Yoshimitsu felt a rush of wind behind him. He turned to see Alex again, this time wearing his outfit for combat. A skin tight, light blue, long sleeved top under a thin black jacket, complete with metal shoulder guards, and black combats that felt to his light blue trainers.
"I've asked a couple of people to meet me here," Yoshimitsu said. Alex nodded.
"I will wait until you are ready," Alex replied.
A disc appeared in the air in front of him. It had no mass to speak of, nor did it appear to have any particular state, not solid, liquid or gas. It did not emit or reflect light, did not make any sound or affect its surroundings in any way. Yoshimitsu looked at the disc, and a face slowly faded into view.
It was a male face, but had feminine qualities. The eyes were aqua in colour, bright, and appeared to pierce a person's exterior, look through them and view their very soul. Long, straight, light blue, almost aqua but not quite hair, a few strands faling down on to his face.
"Ah, Yoshimitsu. One moment," Alex said. Yoshimitsu felt a strange force take hold of his body, and the next moment he was facing two large, black oak doors. Without him doing anything, the doors opened and he stepped inside.
It was a large room, appearing to be much larger than the tower's exterior would suggest. Perfectly circular, with torches lining the walls, all perfectly equal in distance from each other. Running down the middle of the room was a heavy crimson carpet, leading to the only seat in the room. The seat in question was more like a throne, carved from that same black stone, much taller than Yoshimitsu, over twice his height, the seat and back covered in a dark blue material. Occupying the throne was Alex.
Alex's attire had change since Yoshimitsu had last seen him, though Yoshimitsu knew that Alex was wearing his outfit to impress visitors. A deep, blood red silk shirt, the long sleeves flaring at the wrists. black linen pants that would flow around his legs when he walked. Black shiny boots, reflecting the light from the flickering flames.
"Flashy," Yoshimitsu said. "Are you a dancer now?"
"Hardly. By the way, what do you think of the decoration?" Alex enquired, gesturing around the room.
"Doesn't look any different to me," Yoshimitsu replied. "Besides, I have a couple of other things to worry about."
"Yes, he's getting stronger, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"He defeated you, and yet you're alive."
"You should know what his dark side is like, Alex," Yoshimitsu said, his voice chilling the air. "Arrogant, so sure he'll win."
"So why have you come here?" Alex asked. "What could you possibly want from me?"
"You know what I need."
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. It was so tence, and... hostile. Alex frowned.
"Surely, it is not that bad. He cannot have gotten so powerful," Alex said, daring it to be true.
"He has. There's no other way," Yoshimitsu said bitterly. Alex said nothing for a minute. He vanished from the throne, reappearing beside Yoshimitsu, and began to circle him, examining him.
"Are you ready to risk everything in order to get it?" Alex demanded.
"Yes."
"Risk your life? Your sanity?"
"Yes."
"Are you prepared to lose anything and everything, any companions you take with you, or memories you might have?"
"Yes."
"Are you willing to risk losing him? That which you seek is not for redemption. Your chance of curing him is much less than your chance of killing him. Are you willing to take that chance?"
"Yes."
Alex stepped in front of Yoshimitsu, their eyes locked. After a moment, he sighed.
"I will show you the way," he said. Yoshimitsu felt that curious sensation of having his entire body gripped at Alex teleported them to a busy city.
"You have one hour to gather your friends, anyone you think might help you. I will find you in exactly sixty minutes," Alex said, teleporting again with a rush of wind. Yoshimitsu pulled his phone out of his pocket and began to message his friends, asking for assistance.
One hour later, Yoshimitsu felt a rush of wind behind him. He turned to see Alex again, this time wearing his outfit for combat. A skin tight, light blue, long sleeved top under a thin black jacket, complete with metal shoulder guards, and black combats that felt to his light blue trainers.
"I've asked a couple of people to meet me here," Yoshimitsu said. Alex nodded.
"I will wait until you are ready," Alex replied.