Post by Yoshimitsu on Sept 10, 2009 15:07:10 GMT -5
I'm sure most people know all of my stories here primarily RP based. This is no exception. However, I attempted to work more detail and description into this one. R&R?
It was approaching dusk. The sun was slowly lowering in the sky, casting an orange glow over the Earth, the temperature lowering ever so slightly as people finally made their way home. The traffic on the roads was thinning quickly, and the city was thrown into shadow as the tall buildings blocked the sun. The orange tinge in the sky was the only light visible for many people, but despite the sun not being visible, the sky was beautiful. Not many people stopped to look, but those that did stared for a moment before returning to their business.
However, there was one individual who did not have the time to appreciate the sight. Walking unusually fast, he turned another corner, his deep blue eyes darting around and taking in every detail they could. People walking, talking, the cars rolling past, a bird perched on a street lamp that was not yet lit up, someone on a bike that nearly hit him. Nothing unusual to note. He was attracting a certain amount of attention, but he assumed it was because of the cloth attached to his waist to cover a sword hanging at his waist.
He slipped between a pair of conversing women and ducked down an alleyway. The dark passage was damp as drains overflowed. His movements disturbed a couple of stray cats that were scavenging for a meal. Absentmindly, he told himself to come back and feed the cats if he could. However, he had slightly more important things on his mind as he slipped round another corner and back on to the main street.
"Where are you..." he muttered to himself.
~*~*~
"Hey Seb, can you run to the shop?" A female voice asked.
"Now? Doesn't it close soon?" A male voice, Sebastian, replied.
"I dunno, I thought it was twenty-four hour," the first voice said. "We're out of milk and I just finished painting my nails, I can't go."
"Again, Jess? Can't Tom or Sammy go?" Sebastian asked, sounding exasperated.
"You know those two, they refuse to go anyway if they start a game," the female voice, Jess, replied.
"Alright, fine, I'll go," Sebastian conceded.
The boy in question, Sebastian, was an eighteen year old, in the middle of University. A theatre student, though not the typical, pretentious sort. In fact, he was possibly the most down-to-earth person on his course. His blonde hair had streaks of black in it, and fell slightly messily over his eye. His eyes were his only really unusual trait - they were golden. Not the normal, honey colour, but the irises looked as though they had been forged out of gold, seeming to shine in the light. Other than that, he was fairly normal. Today, he wore a plain black v-neck t-shirt that hung loosely to his lithe frame, and fairly baggy, dark coloured jeans. After grabbing his keys from the worktop, he exited his flat and slid down the banister on the stairs right down to the exit of the building.
The only downside his agreement to buy milk was that the supermarket was a fair walk away. Thankfully, he had remembered his iPod this time and set it to shuffle after putting his headphones on. Another of his quirks was his fondness for big headphones, but those were becoming more and more popular. As he walked, his speed subtley changed. Keeping time with the beat of his music, he moved with surprising speed for an eighteen year old. Grinning slightly, he seemed to glow as he walked, passing out of the university campus and into the city. His enthusiasm was so clear, a few people who watched him for a moment obviously felt mildly more motivated and inspired. With a twirl, he crossed a road and continued his walk through the city to the supermarket.
~*~*~
The male who seemed so intent on moving through the city quickly suddenly stopped. Something had caught his attention. A single face in the sparse crowd. His eyes locked on to this person, wearing a blank white mask. Whoever the masked individual was, he seemed to notice his pursuer, for he turned and began to run in the opposite direction.
"Fuck..." The blue-eyed male swore, going from standing to sprinting with alarming ease and reaching a high speed far too quickly for him to be a normal human. His movements were like water, too fluid, being able to weave through the people without touching a single one and keeping his high speed. Many people who saw him only saw him for a second, leading them to wonder if their eyes were playing tricks on them.
The masked individual was not that far ahead now. The blue-eyed teenager jumped and kicked off the wall of a shop, hitting the wall at an altitude that no human could reach, and rolled through the air far too gracefullt, and landing far too lightly. However, his body was slightly tense. Whoever the teenager was, he was expecting a fight.
"Which way do you want to do this?"
~*~*~
Sebastian practically skipped into the supermarket but as he did so, he realised he still had his headphones playing on the maximum volume. Slipping them down to his neck, he turned his iPod off and looked around the building. While he had initially come for milk, the store's selection of CDs and DVDs was generally better than most multimedia stores. So instead of going for the dairy section, he walked over to the entertainment shelves and started to look through the CDs.
"Hmm... I don't have this one..." He said to himself quietly, flicking through a few cases before picking one out and checking the track listing. He could see his own reflection in the case, and for a moment he just stared at his own eyes. So unnaturally gold. However, he was used to seeing their vibrant colour and looked at the track listing again. Deciding that he wanted that CD, he turned and looked at the DVDs.
However, just as he was about to browse, something behind him in the store exploded.
~*~*~
"You cheeky son of a bitch," the blue-eyed teenager snarled, wiping some blood from his brow and praying silently that none had gone into his ocean blue hair. Pulling himself out of the debris of several rows of shelves, he raised his sword and ran at the masked man. The mysterious masked man had formed two arm blades on his arms, blades that had repulsively torn through the skin of his forearms and gleamed with his own blood. The blue-haired male threw himself into a violent vertical spin, his sword whistling as it ripped through the air and smashed down on the masked man's arm blades, the ground below them cracking due to the force.
"I'll have you show me your face," the teenager stated stated. It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. With alarming speed, appearing blurred as he did so, he swiped at the man's face and sliced the mask in two, both halves falling from the figure's head and to the ground. Suddenly, the teenager thought that calling the figure the masked man was no longer appropriate. His, or rather its, face was repulsive. The eyes seemed overlarge, slanted and completely black, the nose upturned not unlike a pig's and two tusks jutting upwards out of the thing's lower jaw. The skin on its face was a dark colour, like congealed blood.
"No wonder you're wanted, nothing this ugly deserves to be alive," the blue-haired boy commented, his grin broad and mocking. While he doubted the monstrocity in front of him could understand his words, the tone was not missed. Letting out an inhuman cry, it slashed the air and released a wave of some unknown black force. The warrior raised his sword and sliced through it easily, but already his opponent was moving again, darting up the next aisle. The blue-haired teenager immediately ran after it, wiping blood from his brow again.
~*~*~
Sebastian was walking along the top of the aisles trying to find the source of the commotion, purely out of curiosity. It did not seem unusual that maybe one of the many household appliances, like a washing machine or dishwasher, had malfunctioned and exploded. A slightly more snide part of him wanted to watch some poor sap have to clean up the mess caused.
He did not, however, expect the cause of the explosion to be a demonic looking figure locked in combat with a blue-haired teenager armed with a sword. Despite a sensible part of his brain telling him to run, his feet were rooted to the spot. A part of it was fear, but another part was curiosity. This blue-haired male, he was moving in a way that Sebastian didn't think was possible. He was not always using the sword in the normal way, but swinging it from a ribbon attached to the hilt. If it missed, which it seemed to do a lot, he worked around it and ducked around the monster, attacking it from behind and yanking the sword back towards him by the ribbon, attacking again with the blade.
After only a few minutes of watching, Sebastian began to regret his inability to run away. The monster had grabbed him, holding one of those bloodstained blades to his throat.
~*~*~
"Drop him," the blue-haired teenager ordered, holding the sword loosely at his waist. For a reply, the monster raised his arm blade a little higher. "No, seriously, drop him. You don't want me to list the ways I can save him and blast your face off at the same time."
No positive response. The monster snarled viciously, shaking the black-and-blonde male violently. Yoshimitsu's eyes locked on the blade held so close to the boy's throat, making sure that it did not come into contact with exposed flesh. Cursing his luck silently, he considered his options. Only he could have such bad luck and get an innocent bystander involved. He could try a fire attack, but that was likely to burn the helpless victim. A jet of water might distract the monster, but it also might cause it to attack. Electricity would fry the pair of them. Elements were no use to him, then.
Just as he was considering how fast he could move, he noticed a change in the boy. The look of fear had gone from his face, and he looked oddly blank. The blue-haired teenager could feel something strange in the air now, like electricity. Frowning, his stare on the boy intensified as he tried to make sense of the situation. There was a bolt of electricity, almost too fast to be seen, then had discharged into the air. Acting instictively, the warrior threw up a shield of earth made out of the floor beneath him. Just in time.
The boy seemed to explode. Ripples of shockwaves blasted out of him and threw the monster away. However, it did not end there. The shockwaves destroyed everything they touched. The earth beneath them was obliterated, the shelves surrounding them were sent flying, the ceiling was forced higher. The damage done was in a perfect sphere. Sweat forming on his brow, the blue-haired teenager forced the wall of earth in front of him to hold strong. Slowly, the shockwaves died away. He tried to sense the monster he had been fighting, but all traces had vanished. It had been destroyed.
~*~*~
Sebastian dropped to his knees, panting. He was not sure what had just happened. One minute he was being held up by some demon, a razor sharp blade held to his neck. The next, he was in some kind of warzone. He felt drained, but his memory of the last minute or so was hazy. The only certain thing from it was that he felt charged and full of energy. While he was trying to remember, someone walked up to him and crouched down next to him.
"Are you okay?" The stranger asked. Looking up, he saw it was the blue-haired teenager. He nodded, even though he wasn't entirely sure. "My name's Yoshimitsu. You can't stay here right now, otherwise you'll just be in for a world of hell. Come with me." The stranger, Yoshimitsu, extended his hand. Sebastian considered it, but his mind was oddly fuzzy and he could not think properly. With a vague hope he'd get some answers, he grabbed Yoshimitsu's hand. Suddenly, his surroundings were a complete blur, and consciousness slipped away from him.
It was approaching dusk. The sun was slowly lowering in the sky, casting an orange glow over the Earth, the temperature lowering ever so slightly as people finally made their way home. The traffic on the roads was thinning quickly, and the city was thrown into shadow as the tall buildings blocked the sun. The orange tinge in the sky was the only light visible for many people, but despite the sun not being visible, the sky was beautiful. Not many people stopped to look, but those that did stared for a moment before returning to their business.
However, there was one individual who did not have the time to appreciate the sight. Walking unusually fast, he turned another corner, his deep blue eyes darting around and taking in every detail they could. People walking, talking, the cars rolling past, a bird perched on a street lamp that was not yet lit up, someone on a bike that nearly hit him. Nothing unusual to note. He was attracting a certain amount of attention, but he assumed it was because of the cloth attached to his waist to cover a sword hanging at his waist.
He slipped between a pair of conversing women and ducked down an alleyway. The dark passage was damp as drains overflowed. His movements disturbed a couple of stray cats that were scavenging for a meal. Absentmindly, he told himself to come back and feed the cats if he could. However, he had slightly more important things on his mind as he slipped round another corner and back on to the main street.
"Where are you..." he muttered to himself.
~*~*~
"Hey Seb, can you run to the shop?" A female voice asked.
"Now? Doesn't it close soon?" A male voice, Sebastian, replied.
"I dunno, I thought it was twenty-four hour," the first voice said. "We're out of milk and I just finished painting my nails, I can't go."
"Again, Jess? Can't Tom or Sammy go?" Sebastian asked, sounding exasperated.
"You know those two, they refuse to go anyway if they start a game," the female voice, Jess, replied.
"Alright, fine, I'll go," Sebastian conceded.
The boy in question, Sebastian, was an eighteen year old, in the middle of University. A theatre student, though not the typical, pretentious sort. In fact, he was possibly the most down-to-earth person on his course. His blonde hair had streaks of black in it, and fell slightly messily over his eye. His eyes were his only really unusual trait - they were golden. Not the normal, honey colour, but the irises looked as though they had been forged out of gold, seeming to shine in the light. Other than that, he was fairly normal. Today, he wore a plain black v-neck t-shirt that hung loosely to his lithe frame, and fairly baggy, dark coloured jeans. After grabbing his keys from the worktop, he exited his flat and slid down the banister on the stairs right down to the exit of the building.
The only downside his agreement to buy milk was that the supermarket was a fair walk away. Thankfully, he had remembered his iPod this time and set it to shuffle after putting his headphones on. Another of his quirks was his fondness for big headphones, but those were becoming more and more popular. As he walked, his speed subtley changed. Keeping time with the beat of his music, he moved with surprising speed for an eighteen year old. Grinning slightly, he seemed to glow as he walked, passing out of the university campus and into the city. His enthusiasm was so clear, a few people who watched him for a moment obviously felt mildly more motivated and inspired. With a twirl, he crossed a road and continued his walk through the city to the supermarket.
~*~*~
The male who seemed so intent on moving through the city quickly suddenly stopped. Something had caught his attention. A single face in the sparse crowd. His eyes locked on to this person, wearing a blank white mask. Whoever the masked individual was, he seemed to notice his pursuer, for he turned and began to run in the opposite direction.
"Fuck..." The blue-eyed male swore, going from standing to sprinting with alarming ease and reaching a high speed far too quickly for him to be a normal human. His movements were like water, too fluid, being able to weave through the people without touching a single one and keeping his high speed. Many people who saw him only saw him for a second, leading them to wonder if their eyes were playing tricks on them.
The masked individual was not that far ahead now. The blue-eyed teenager jumped and kicked off the wall of a shop, hitting the wall at an altitude that no human could reach, and rolled through the air far too gracefullt, and landing far too lightly. However, his body was slightly tense. Whoever the teenager was, he was expecting a fight.
"Which way do you want to do this?"
~*~*~
Sebastian practically skipped into the supermarket but as he did so, he realised he still had his headphones playing on the maximum volume. Slipping them down to his neck, he turned his iPod off and looked around the building. While he had initially come for milk, the store's selection of CDs and DVDs was generally better than most multimedia stores. So instead of going for the dairy section, he walked over to the entertainment shelves and started to look through the CDs.
"Hmm... I don't have this one..." He said to himself quietly, flicking through a few cases before picking one out and checking the track listing. He could see his own reflection in the case, and for a moment he just stared at his own eyes. So unnaturally gold. However, he was used to seeing their vibrant colour and looked at the track listing again. Deciding that he wanted that CD, he turned and looked at the DVDs.
However, just as he was about to browse, something behind him in the store exploded.
~*~*~
"You cheeky son of a bitch," the blue-eyed teenager snarled, wiping some blood from his brow and praying silently that none had gone into his ocean blue hair. Pulling himself out of the debris of several rows of shelves, he raised his sword and ran at the masked man. The mysterious masked man had formed two arm blades on his arms, blades that had repulsively torn through the skin of his forearms and gleamed with his own blood. The blue-haired male threw himself into a violent vertical spin, his sword whistling as it ripped through the air and smashed down on the masked man's arm blades, the ground below them cracking due to the force.
"I'll have you show me your face," the teenager stated stated. It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. With alarming speed, appearing blurred as he did so, he swiped at the man's face and sliced the mask in two, both halves falling from the figure's head and to the ground. Suddenly, the teenager thought that calling the figure the masked man was no longer appropriate. His, or rather its, face was repulsive. The eyes seemed overlarge, slanted and completely black, the nose upturned not unlike a pig's and two tusks jutting upwards out of the thing's lower jaw. The skin on its face was a dark colour, like congealed blood.
"No wonder you're wanted, nothing this ugly deserves to be alive," the blue-haired boy commented, his grin broad and mocking. While he doubted the monstrocity in front of him could understand his words, the tone was not missed. Letting out an inhuman cry, it slashed the air and released a wave of some unknown black force. The warrior raised his sword and sliced through it easily, but already his opponent was moving again, darting up the next aisle. The blue-haired teenager immediately ran after it, wiping blood from his brow again.
~*~*~
Sebastian was walking along the top of the aisles trying to find the source of the commotion, purely out of curiosity. It did not seem unusual that maybe one of the many household appliances, like a washing machine or dishwasher, had malfunctioned and exploded. A slightly more snide part of him wanted to watch some poor sap have to clean up the mess caused.
He did not, however, expect the cause of the explosion to be a demonic looking figure locked in combat with a blue-haired teenager armed with a sword. Despite a sensible part of his brain telling him to run, his feet were rooted to the spot. A part of it was fear, but another part was curiosity. This blue-haired male, he was moving in a way that Sebastian didn't think was possible. He was not always using the sword in the normal way, but swinging it from a ribbon attached to the hilt. If it missed, which it seemed to do a lot, he worked around it and ducked around the monster, attacking it from behind and yanking the sword back towards him by the ribbon, attacking again with the blade.
After only a few minutes of watching, Sebastian began to regret his inability to run away. The monster had grabbed him, holding one of those bloodstained blades to his throat.
~*~*~
"Drop him," the blue-haired teenager ordered, holding the sword loosely at his waist. For a reply, the monster raised his arm blade a little higher. "No, seriously, drop him. You don't want me to list the ways I can save him and blast your face off at the same time."
No positive response. The monster snarled viciously, shaking the black-and-blonde male violently. Yoshimitsu's eyes locked on the blade held so close to the boy's throat, making sure that it did not come into contact with exposed flesh. Cursing his luck silently, he considered his options. Only he could have such bad luck and get an innocent bystander involved. He could try a fire attack, but that was likely to burn the helpless victim. A jet of water might distract the monster, but it also might cause it to attack. Electricity would fry the pair of them. Elements were no use to him, then.
Just as he was considering how fast he could move, he noticed a change in the boy. The look of fear had gone from his face, and he looked oddly blank. The blue-haired teenager could feel something strange in the air now, like electricity. Frowning, his stare on the boy intensified as he tried to make sense of the situation. There was a bolt of electricity, almost too fast to be seen, then had discharged into the air. Acting instictively, the warrior threw up a shield of earth made out of the floor beneath him. Just in time.
The boy seemed to explode. Ripples of shockwaves blasted out of him and threw the monster away. However, it did not end there. The shockwaves destroyed everything they touched. The earth beneath them was obliterated, the shelves surrounding them were sent flying, the ceiling was forced higher. The damage done was in a perfect sphere. Sweat forming on his brow, the blue-haired teenager forced the wall of earth in front of him to hold strong. Slowly, the shockwaves died away. He tried to sense the monster he had been fighting, but all traces had vanished. It had been destroyed.
~*~*~
Sebastian dropped to his knees, panting. He was not sure what had just happened. One minute he was being held up by some demon, a razor sharp blade held to his neck. The next, he was in some kind of warzone. He felt drained, but his memory of the last minute or so was hazy. The only certain thing from it was that he felt charged and full of energy. While he was trying to remember, someone walked up to him and crouched down next to him.
"Are you okay?" The stranger asked. Looking up, he saw it was the blue-haired teenager. He nodded, even though he wasn't entirely sure. "My name's Yoshimitsu. You can't stay here right now, otherwise you'll just be in for a world of hell. Come with me." The stranger, Yoshimitsu, extended his hand. Sebastian considered it, but his mind was oddly fuzzy and he could not think properly. With a vague hope he'd get some answers, he grabbed Yoshimitsu's hand. Suddenly, his surroundings were a complete blur, and consciousness slipped away from him.