2008-01-22 (PreU) On Borrowed Time

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...On Borrowed Time

Summary: A new challenger has appeared! *Insert generic 'Choose your character' fighting game music* Warning, overly dramatic poses may follow. You have been warned. Without further ado, I present...



Who: blemish, cade, sun, zyrael
When: January 22nd, 2008
Where: The Twisted Street


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The information contained within this log is to be considered information gained Out of Character (OOC).
This information may not be used as In Character (IC) knowledge or in roleplay unless it has been learned in-game or permission has been granted by the parties involved.

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It is not the beginning. There is no beginning nor end to Twisted. At least, not in the traditional sense. It is, however, /a/ beginning. There are things that start small, building to a crescendo, and there are things that start at a crescendo, building unto a cacophony that shatters the heavens...

...And then there is Zyrael. Not nearly so quiet as to shatter the heavens, nor nearly as subtle to shake the earth, the brilliant column of emerald fire that descends from above strikes into the street of Twisted with a force that sends cracks rippling through the stone below for miles. Somehow, the shockwave is non-existent, despite the street being torn asunder. Spoiling the illusion of perhaps being a blow struck from on high, the viridian flames swirl down into the cracks in Twisted Street, and the sudden silence is almost as deafening as the massive roar that ripped through the air at its arrival. ... Almost.

Slowly, the blackened rocks of Twisted Street rise up, wreathed in, or perhaps filled by, those very same flames. Ever shifting, they take on a vaguely humanoid shape, if much taller than anything that could be called human. At first, the rocks are few in comparison to the radius of the flames that swirl around them, almost as if they were simply decorations on the flame. As more of the scorched earth swirls into the blaze, however, it seems to compress and coalesce, until it shares the space with the flames equally. Even so, cracks and other details of the rocks are all but drowned out by the light of the flames, and a figure of green fire and black earth stands.

Zyrael scans the horizon with vulpine eyes of black rock, blinding sparks of green soul-fire making do for irises. There is no sound of breath or speech, only the crackling of the flames, and the sound of shifting rock.

-

Blemish was having a stroll across Twisted street tonight, having left New World and her cave where she sleeps these days. She's started wandering more and more since Yukina went off on her own, making her have to find her own entertainment instead of relying on someone else for it. It's gone good so far, she met this girl named Lylyd, who was a little strange because she seemed to be a demon, but was trying to befriend a human mage, something she didn't like at all. She wandered off after a little while, deciding she'd join up with the demon now and then, but not on a consistent basis, since she doesn't like humans, you can't trust them, her mother informed her of these things everyday. Then, of course, everything goes chaotic! Usually, this kind of stuff is saved for the sky above, but now it's come down below?! She leaps into the air, her wings flapping wildly as she shields her eyes with her gloved hands, waiting for it to pass, but it doesn't really seem too. What? She pulls her gloved hands away from her face and looks at Zyrael, wincing. Something about it isn't letting her focus, it's...she tilts her head to the side, maybe she should look with her other eyes. She concentrates for a second, her eyes shifting hues to purple to look at the magic world, then back to red again to shift into the astral, trying to...you know, -really- look at it.

-

Having been drinking heavily, mostly because there wasn't anything better to do in this damned place besides play solitaire or poking at random bits of trash that flew out every once in a while in this chaotic world, Cade was nursing a hangover when the world apparently decided to go all screwy on him. As the roar of whatever the hell it was rocked his ever so sensitive ears, he looked up, attempting to identify what on...well, Twisted had happened. "What the..." was all the words as he slowly considered what had happened, senses that had been dulled by last night's choice of liquor slowly coming to bear. His eyes focused on Zyrael, what seemed to be the source of the entire incident, and his eyes thinned, adrenaline rushing through his body, giving it a better pick-me-up than some of the best hangover cures in existance. Considering his next moves, whether it be to take off in the opposite direction as quickly as he could, or stay and further examine this...thing that had apparently decided to appear took up his thoughts at the moment, and he took a step back, just in case, eyes remaining watchful on it.

-

It's hard to say which is the worst way to view Zyrael, but astral vision is probably the most reliable. The constant, subtle shifting and swirling of his physical form makes trying to process what one is seeing difficult. Magically speaking, vision seems to slide around Zyrael; it's as if there is nothing there, holding up the rocks, as if it were just heated stone, floating there .. coalescing there... of its own free will. Yet once one focuses on the astral plane, it's a /little better/. The fire itself seems to be Zyrael's soul... or perhaps Zyrael's soul is the fire. There's something, immutable about it, it's ... abnormal. And bright. Far brighter than the flames, looking at it hurts, but not so much so that one can't stand it. Prolongued gazing could cause a small headache, though, like staring at a low powered light bulb too long.

As Blemish stares at Zyrael, the creature - (somehow, even without any telltale signs, it's obvious to astral vision that it is a /he/ ) - lets those green soul-fire irises fall upon her as well. If it simply turned like a being constrained by its body, that would be unnerving enough, but only the face seems to turn, and even then, only the rock. Not that flames could be said to turn, that might be even more unsettling, but it has a feeling akin to someone's skin turning to face her, rather than their head. Not entirely pleasant. After a moment, one of those eyes, and the rock immediately surrounding it, shifts around to look straight towards Cade, placing the 'eyes' on opposite sides of Zyrael's head. This is good, because we were not entirely certain he was 'creepy' yet. Still, he makes no other motion of any kind, seeming to analyze them almost as much as his surroundings.

-

Blemish tilts her head to the sides at what Zyrael seems to be, which is, she isn't sure, but it's really fascinating for her. In a weird sort of way. She's seen a lot of things, but this is different and very new. Her wings flap and she begins to advance towards Zyrael, moving between floating rocks hanging in the sky to floating rock hanging in the sky until she's much closer to Zyrael, leaning over the top of one of the rocks, her body actually laying upon it and just her head peering over the top, her wings fan out behind her as she stares towards the creature. Both of her gloved hands grip the sides of the rock, not really to keep her balance, but it's a place to keep them. Maybe she should say hello? It might be dangerous, but she's really wondering if it can talk. And, she's half dragon! And half...whatever Datenshi is...so fear isn't one of the higher things that rests on her list. She used to be much more shy, but she's been working on getting over that, "...hello..." She says, though it's a soft voice, and not easily carried over the distance unless one is really listening.

-

As Cade watches, he notices the eye swinging around. Crap. Being noticed in a situation like this was not the best state of being he'd like to be in, and having nearly escaped death by demon one too many times, he wonders if this is all just a bad dream. Hoping to wake up, he quickly pinched himself. Nope, not a dream. Well, in that case, he'd just have to see how this plays out, wouldn't he? Walking forward cautiously, having slipped into body language and posture that belied nothing but confidence, regardless of how he actually felt, he took notice of one thing. If it hadn't made any destructive actions yet, it might not be as antagonstic as he first figured it to be. Of course, this mental analysis was quickly brought to a streaking halt as he watched the girl with wings say something to the...thing. Well, this'll hopefully bring a reaction and make it easy to tell if it's friendly or not.

-

A pair of icy blue eyes peek forth from the Usual, one eyebrow arched high; the dracoliche has been disturbed from her peaceful seista by the strange noises outside...not to mention, the strange sensations. She watches for a moment, before she slides her way out of the restaurant, leaning idly against the wall with a shift of her wings. She studies Blemish for a moment, though she apparently finds her uninteresting compared to the new arrival, if the small grunt of dissaproval doesn't hint enough. Her eyes shift slowly to Zyrael, examining him for a moment...and then, her eyes gleam as her vision switches from normal to the astral plane. She raises both eyebrows this time, perhaps impressed by what she beholds. With a small snort, she pushes off of the wall, approaching Zyrael with one hand on her hip. For a moment, she hangs back, behind Blemish.

And finally, Sun speaks. "Welcome to Twisted." She watches him quietly, those eyes of hers still gleaming. "What brings you here?" Her tone is rude, yet simultaniously respectful, if that is at all possible. Somehow, the dracoliche manages to make it possible, though...

-

Zyrael's eyes seem to peer at Blemish longer than at Cade, and soon, the man will find that blazing emerald iris sliding back towards Blemish, and away from him. This is probably a good thing for Cade. Firey eyes, not the most serene and calming things to have stare at someone. The flames seem to brighten as Blemish draws nearer, though the astral vision remains the same, and just as they swell to a little /too/ bright for looking at, Blemish stops her approach, and they seem to simmer slightly down to 'only' bright.

When the voice is heard, it's a low rumble, and it seems to come from the earth and the air at the same time. If Zyrael's presence was not so noticeable, it would be easy to mistake the sound for coming from... pretty much everywhere. Except not behind any of those present. Never behind.

"Do not approach this vessel any further. While you look..." Those eyes are clearly focused on Blemish, and there's a kind of hunger that can be sensed in the astral side of things. "... delicious... I would not feed on the first person I see." The emphasis on the word 'delicious' carries none of the rather dark undertones that normally accompany that kind of stare, but the lack of any other meaning than food, is perhaps, more disturbing, rather than less. His eyes slowly turn to Sun, both of them, and the emerald irises narrow, the rock around them shifting to accomplish the illusion. "... Foul." ... Obviously it doesn't think Sun looks nearly so 'delicious'.

-

Blemish isn't used to people referring to her as food, though she's done the same to things before, it feels a little weird to have it applied to her. She rocks back and forth on her...rock, letting it sway back and forth softly underneath her, for no other reason than making it sway. Why do people rock in rocking chairs? Cause! The wings on her back fold in some, ruffling as she tries to decide what to say next. So looks over at Cade and then back behind her at Sun, before looking back over at Zyrael, she smiles as Sun is called foul, even if he seems to be gaging them by how delicious they are, she's glad she isn't foul herself! It's a comforting thought. "...then I'm glad you saw me first..." She says softly, smiling towards the creature, "...you look really weird..." She adds after a few seconds.

-

Delicious? Oh boy, this can't be good. Cade tilts his head for a moment at Zyrael, eyes attempting to focus somewhat. His alcohol-addled head attempted to mentally scan through all the magical knowledge he had, trying to even reach for a clue that might help him identify this thing, but nothing came to mind. Judging by the way it talked, the being that stood before him was definitely something that wasn't of your usual humanoid fare. Taking the instructions to not stop forward to heart, he stopped in his tracks. "If I might ask...what manner of being are you?" Cade posed, testing the waters. After all, if nothing came to mind, why not just ask? His expression was a perfect poker face as he spoke, betraying no emotion whatsoever.

-

The woman raises her brows once more, a wide grin appearing on her face. Sun offers a small, curt bow, her wings spreading ever-so-slightly. "Thank you for the compliment, sir or madame. You yourself seem quite wicked." She straightens, her wings snapping shut as she gazes over Zyrael's form, ostensibly quite curious. She leans forward, sniffing at the air a bit...

Then, suddenly, she spins on her heels, turning her back on the creature. She glances over her shoulder, grinning. "Nice meeting you...I've seen what I wanted to see. I'll be seeing you around, I hope." And with a small chuckle, she slowly saunters towards the restaurant, making her way back in, a small chuckle wafting through the air behind her. Strange, strange dracoliche. Blemish and Cade are rather pointedly ignored, as if they don't exist...

-

There's a low, repetitive rumble, when Blemish observes aloud that Zyrael looks 'really weird'. It could be laughter... ... or growling. "...And you look like an irresistable treat... no... a full course meal... but I shall spare you the details of how you could have ceased." There's a subtle shifting of the rocks that make up the face, something that could easily be taken for a nod towards the girl. It probably was one.

As the creature glances towards Sun for a moment, those irises narrow again, gouts of viridian flame swirling within them like hellish cauldrons. There's a tensing of the air, and the earth seems to quiver very slightly, as though perhaps Zyrael is on the verge of words, but speaks none. Suddenly, the rock and irises of Zyrael's face are swallowed by the flame, to surface on the other side, staring towards Cade.

"...The sort that a wise man runs from, and never looks back." The words are a low rumble, coming only from the earth, this time, but hardly difficult to decipher, besides that odd locational problem. "...Are you a wise man, human?"

-

Blemish nods her head at Zyrael's words, she should probably leave like that other girl just did, it'd be the safe thing to do, maybe she should, but curiosity keeps her rocking back and forth on the rock, looking over at Cade as Zyrael talks to him. She actually giggles at what he says, because she doesn't think any humans can ever be wise, but she's a very prejudice person, at least where humans go, the other species are all up for debate. Now, it'd be fun to see Cade get eaten by Zyrael, but she isn't sure that will happen, though of course, he doesn't have exemption like she does, being seen first and all. "...a full course, but I'm short..." Her wings twitch, and she wonders just what part of her Zyrael is planning on eating, or if it's her whole body and astral body? That wouldn't be very good for her...hm...


-

"Well, that depends." Cade said, looking up, a slight smile on his face, hands in the pockets of his jacket. "You seem like a fairly intelligent mass of rocks, magical flame and bad karma." Laughing slightly to himself, he closed his eyes for a second, before looking back up at Zyrael's eyes. "Do I look wise to you?" He chuckled again, shaking his head. "I don't claim to be wise. But I can act wise. In fact, that's what I'm doing now, arn't I?" he said, eyes still focused on Zyrael. "Like I said. It depends. Besides, I've known wise men, and they've ran from less than you, and stood their ground against things stronger than you."

-

"Your mass has very little to do with how filling you will-... would be." This time, Zyrael's 'voice' comes from only the ground between he and Blemish. It's still audible to Cade, but as though it were two people having a conversation about as far away as Blemish, and one of them with a rather low voice that sounds like rocks scrape around inside of it. "I have seen very few as... rich... as you."

Meanwhile, a very similar voice seems to come from the ground between Zyrael and Cade. Two conversations at the exact same time. Obviously not limited by paltry restrictions like only one mouth and one set of lungs. . . . Does he even have either of those things? "... You speak volumes, for a nervous human, but your ... tongue... does not betray your state." There's silence for a moment, as if that statement was quite enough by itself, and those irises turn to examine the rest of the world around Zyrael.

The air seems to tense for a moment, and the rocks still hanging in the air slowly start to drift toward the flames. The one Blemish is leaning on seems to take a moment longer to really start moving, as if giving warning. It does not, however, make the distinction of not moving if she still holds on. "...The souls here are strong... but I do not think your wise men have encountered things stronger than I, human." Unlike the arrogance or pettiness that would make that statement into one of anger, the low rumble only increases in its ever-presence, so that it comes from everywhere between Blemish and Cade and Zyrael once again. It has the cold sound of rational thought, rather than the heated sound of emotion. Impressive distinction, for a voice from the ground.

-

Blemish blinks as her rock starts to move. Aw, man, she was rocking on this thing. She frowns as it starts to move forward, hesitating for a few moments, this was her little security rock she was using as a bit of a shield, but while she's curious, she's not stupid, and Zyrael said she shouldn't get closer. Shrugging her wings she releases the rock, falling dead in the air for a few seconds before her wings snap out and she begins to slowly circle above Zyrael, flapping her wings now and then, thermals on Twisted are pretty chaotic and random. "...thank you, you also look delicious, if I ate rocks and things..." She says quietly, her crimson eyes looking over at Cade as well as she circles, being careful to avoid any large rocks that she might get the way of and adjusting her course to avoid them.

-

A grimace flickered past Cade's face as Zyrael mentioned the true state of Cade's feelings. A crack in the act, perhaps? However, all the signs were gone in an half second, as if it had never appeared at all. "You flatter me. In all honesty, though..." He shrugged nonchalently, looking around. "The souls here, eh? Well, I don't come from around here. I come from a just as chaotic, if not more so, world than here..." He stroked his chin, looking thoughtful for a second. "And trust me, at least I feel it's a lot safer here than from where I came from." Cade paused for a second to contemplate his next sentence. "...out of a rather morbid sense of curiosity, what are you doing here? Besides, you know, on a quest for the world's biggest soul buffet."

-

At Blemish's 'compliment', the ground seems to rumble in repeated shakes once again, more likely to be laughter than growling. The rocks seem to gather into the flame, and at first, Zyrael's form grows larger to accomodate them, but after a moment, it seems to shrink back down, the rock only gathering closer and compressing against itself more. The result? A thicker, more durable looking body of rock... but also lots more little shifting and swirling parts. Great. As if he wasn't hard enough to look at /before/.

Zyrael's eyes have not yet left his surrounding since looking away from Cade, but he seems to be responding to the man, even if the voice still manages to come from everywhere. "...I am Zyrael, Bringer of Storms and Corruptor of Worlds. The title wearies me, Zyrael shall suffice." If it wearies him, why say it in the first place? Oh, right, have to make the right impression. "...I seek Time." ... As do most of the people who put in a nine-to-five shift, what's so special about that?

-

Blemish smiles at the sound the ground makes, wondering what that means, it's a strange sound to hear. At Zyrael's title her eyes widen, that's an interesting thing to be! Bringer of storms...she looks up at Twisted's sky for a moment, he'll have an easy job on that one! Then around at Twisted street, and all it's little portals dotting the place, and doorways to other worlds. Pretty corrupted! Maybe he means something else, like corrupting the people in it, that could be. She wonders how one would go about corrupting a whole world, it'd have to take a lot of time. She'll have to ask her father next time she see's him, he'd probably know. She doesn't know how to find time, if he's referring to time itself, that is, because there could be someone he knows called time, or maybe he's mortal and wants immortality, that could be it. "...I'm Blemish..." She says, even though Zyrael was introducing himself to Cade and not to her.

-

Raising an eyebrow at Blemish, but shrugging, he simply nodded, adding "Cade. A pleasure, really. I agree, quite a mouthful, that. Though I don't really remember someone ordering storms, and not even any corruption...hmm." He entered the thoughtful pose again, before adding "You seek time, you say? Well, I'm sorry, but could you elaborate? Time is a rather tricky thing to seek. One can experience it, but not even begin to touch or manipulate it. Well, us without specific time manipulating abilities anyway. Or do you mean something else that goes by the label of 'Time?' I might be able to help you, if you wish, buuut, you're going to have to be just a tiny bit clearer."

-

Those blazing emerald irises shift towards Cade once more for a moment, as though Zyrael were considering the man. After a moment, another shifts to look towards Blemish. An uncomfortable thing to watch, but ... one can get used to anything. "Blemish... Cade..." The air tenses again, and Zyrael speaks matter of factly, without a hint of derision or contempt. "... You have not encountered Him. The pair of you shall be of extremely limited assistance." No matter the uncomplimentary state of his words, Zyrael seems to shrug. "...It is little matter. All things are possible to those with patience." It sounds more like he's talking to himself, than to Cade or Blemish, but ... a generally safe rule to stick to, is not to tell the flaming pile of rubble that it's being rude. At least, it would be, if such a rule had ever been thought of. "... I must feed, though." ... Somehow, Zyrael doesn't seem to be very good at answering questions. He eyes Cade for a moment longer before, perhaps mercifully, looking elsewhere. It's a widely held belief that when large flaming rock demons state their hunger, it is best not to be the one they're staring at.

-

Blemish didn't know she was offering him assistance in the first place, but she supposes she'd give him some anyway, if just to talk to him a bit longer, he's something very different afterall, and she's curious about other species, except for humans of course, the nasty things that they are. Worthless things! All of em. "...there's lots of good food around here, Aquariu eats people every day, I think..." She hasn't talked to the semi-gargoyle girl in awhile, but last she heard the bounty was rich in people to eat. She's kind of hungry herself, but she's found she can go a very long time without any nourishment if she has too, something she attributes to her dragon blood. Or maybe it's the Alacorn blood...or whatever Datenshi is, well, she's pretty sure it's one of those three things, anyway.

-

Catching Blemish's comment, he [Cade] smiled grimly to himself. "Don't I feel like a piece of drunken cake right now." he said quietly, half to himself. Having evaded being eaten, at least for now anyway, he turned his thoughts to what the demon said. "Him? So it is a person after all...well, then. At least that's a start." Then suddenly, he thought back to how Blemish had nonchalently referred to "good food." Waaait a second...today was just not his lucky day, was it? He'd have to watch himself, if the number of things that ate humans around here were more than he had anticipated.

-

Zyrael's examination of Cade complete, he turns his attentions to the visible buildings. Hospitals, restaurants, houses, schools... Ah. A distant apartment complex. In Twisted, apartment complexes are hives for every kind of being imaginable. This one was too, before Zyrael's gaze fixed upon it just a little /too/ intently. After a few moments of that stare, there's a shifting of the earth beneath Zyrael's 'feet', and loud screams can be heard from the complex. Given the distance between the building and Zyrael, it must be a lot of people screaming at once, to be audible. The building's pretty far away after all. Only a moment or two goes by, however, before green gouts of flame seem to burst out of each window, starting from the ground and working their way up. Someone who managed to make it onto the roof leaps off, only to be caught by a burst of that fire, and fall to the ground with an empty look on their eyes. Only silence comes from that building now, and Zyrael's essence seems to grow for a moment, before returning to normal. "... The children were especially pleasant." ... Such wonderful company, he is.

After a few moments, he turns his attention back to those present, and that rumble speaks once more. "...An interesting place. I shall most certainly see you again." He does not say ' The two of you', nor address whom he's speaking to, but there's little time to wonder about that, before the emerald flames that swirl about him seem to plunge down into the ground, the compressed rocks falling down into a pile of rubble after it, and Zyrael is quite simply... gone. One of the more interesting ways to travel, that. Off to explore his new feeding grounds? So predictable, those flaming stacks of slab.

-

Blemish looks over at the building as it goes into flame or...doesn't go..or...huh. Weird. She watches Zyrael disappear and arcs her wings, heading back towards New World to go and get some rest, these meetings take a lot out of her, and she doesn't have a lot of stamina to begin with.

-

Pausing for a second, Cade took out a card. A choice one, the ace of hearts. He tossed it lightly in the air and it floated, sort of bobbing and fluttering in the air, propelled magically, as if it was a feather riding on the currents of wind. It landed on the now empty body that had fallen, and it glowed slightly, before bursting into flames and turning into ashes, taking the body with it. "...I'm sorry. It's the least I could do." he said, closing his eyes and starting to walk away. A meaningless gesture, perhaps, in the whole grand scheme of things, but at least it would help Cade get to sleep tonight.

-

A beginning. Perhaps the events that transpire now are nothing too uncommon for Twisted Street, but they begin a new chain of events that shall change everything. On the Twisted Street goes, always stretching, always churning out new chaos to be quelled, and new orders to be shattered. There is no end to Twisted Street, but this is... in fact.. an end. An end to the time when despite all things, Order rose above Chaos, it is also a beginning. So it begins, the age of Disdain. The time when all things good shall be hunted, and all things evil shall triumph. It begins not with a slow buildup... but with a deafening roar... and change comes on the winds.



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