Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
" Sir where do you want these reports from last week."
Shuffling behind a desk could be heard as the chair slowly swung into view, the feet obscuring the face of the man that had owned them," Don't give a fuck...not gonna give a fuck...anywhere just get the hell out here before i break my foot off in your ass..," the man looked at the chair in confusion before dropping the reports onto the desk and walking out with the door closing shortly behind him. With a soft but defining growl Athrun kicked from his desk and stood up," Need to get the fuck out of here before i rip someone's head off...doesn't sound to bad of an idea actually," the normal wide grin that he gave many people would return onto his face as he walked from behind his desk and towards his door to head out of the large building known as Blasphemy and out into the cold night-time air.
Tonight like most nights he wore a white unbuttoned shirt underneath a black jacket and black pants and shoes, his white hair lingering on the sides of his face and in place almost in fear of the wrath of Athrun. Elevator buttons began to click and clack as he pressed them in a rushful manner wanting the elevator to hurry up before he broke the damn thing. Sure enough the elevator came and he stepped into it pressing the button for the ground floor and slipping his right hand into his pocket to grab a single cigaret and popping it into his mouth without lighting it. Looking out unto the floors of the building he grumbled and growled underneath his breath, wondering why the hell he had to have an office on the top floor but this was simply his usual routine before getting outside and calming down a bit.
With a soft thud and a loud ding the red eyed male would step out into the ground floor and walked through the back so that he not only avoided people but also got out without hurting someone. Finally his destination had been obtained!!! The cool outside air hitting his face as he smiled wildly and lit the white stick slowly taking in a long drag as he walked around. The clear smoke left from his mouth and nose as he slowly exhaled and headed in some random direction, he didn't care where he was going all he knew it that he wanted to get away from that bloody office before it became just that...bloody.
Servants of the night, guardians of the moon. Once again, faint howls heard breaching the silence of the darkness hours, waking young Leon from his sleep. His eyes dared not to open, for all he could see was world twirling around and the furniture was somewhat moving on their own. Bizarre, yet true, because he was not exactly himself tonight. Sickness caught him beforehand and without he realized, he almost stumbled down and hit his face at the edge of the bar counter in Nightshade. If it was not because the patrons who were occupying the seats nearby, he would have injured himself.
"You should rest," advised Haine. She gave him a long stare and then nodded. It was as though she was affirming herself that that was right thing to say. The sixteen years old boy could only smirk at her weird behavior. Can't help it since Haine was not the type who can express herself properly. She and the rest of the Rapture were on patrol, like usual night. The distant howl made him looked at the outside through the window of his room in the nightclub. He held his head and grunted.
This is bad. This was exactly why he wanted not to stay outside in cold any longer than he should.
Many things had happened. Some were memorable while some... were dark, literally. Leon remembered helping an injured man he found by the alley, and there was a man too, but the man simply laughed at the injured one as if he was enjoying the sight of seeing someone dying. He shivered voluntarily at both the thought and the cold that hit him. An image of a boy- a mirrored image of him, appeared by the window. His green eyes scrolled down on to Leon and asked, "Do you want to have a walk then?" It was a question in response to the uneasy thought hindered in the boy's mind. Leon looked down tiredly and nodded slowly.
He needed to get out from this hot room and maybe to buy medicines to ease the fever down.
He wore two layers of clothes; one was a long-sleeved shirt and another one was a thick coat to keep him against the cold and chilly wind. His hands were placed inside the pockets, unwilling to face the brutal dropped temperature in the surrounding. Whenever it was cold, his collarbone throbbed, particularly around the area when he was tattooed with a serial number.
Synister. The tattoo was like a mark of a sinner and he hated it. His eyes lost focus for a split second and in that second his control on his body slipped away, Leon's shoulder collided something hard. It was not concrete though. He opened his eyes, flailed a bit to keep himself standing on his two feet and muttered weakly, "Ah, sorry." Maybe having a walk was not a good idea after all...
TAGS: @raven OOC: sorry if it's a baaaad reply. Oh well, Leon's sick now. Feel free to pick on him. XP
A faint yawn escaped from the lips of Athrun as he held onto the cigaret with his fang like teeth and exhaled another large puff of smoke causing the white stick of death to become smaller and smaller. Of course he could pull out another one once this one had became nothing but a filter, but unfortunately his mind had caused him to negate that order and continue walking on through the streets. The eyes of a couple of onlookers became fixed upon his form as he strolled with his left hand in his pocket and his right fishing through the strands of his hair many wondering what this man was doing so far from his habitat. It wasn't uncommon for the deranged man...rather the deranged teenager to walk around the area near Blasphemy especially where the hookers, prostitutes and other woman of promiscuous nature that would looove to show this guy a good time.
The last of the ashes fell to the ground as the smoke had given its last breathe and fell to the ground, causing Athrun to look down for a moment and not pay attention to what had been going on. As his eyes came from the ground he would be pushed or rather involuntarily moved backwards which caused him to blink and look around his surroundings in a very...uncomfortable mood. What asshole was asking to have their head bashed in before being eaten as they slipped into a state of permanent slumber. The thought was so tempting that he licked his lips in excitement before looking towards the man who had apologized for bumping into him. Choices..Choices.." Hey you should kill him and then eat him," the inner conscience of Athrun spoke to him with a cackle. Rather loudly Athrun would answer the voice," I don't feel like eating some half wit that doesn't know where they are going, i would PREFER to have something a bit...tantalizing," tapping his own chin he would look down to the man forgetting the conversation with himself to finally address him," HEY watch where you are going eh? Next time I'll stab you up good and feed you to Mr. Stabby whenever he stops playing hide and seek," speaking of Mr. Stabby he frantically searched himself before grumbling and taking out another cigaret and smoking it.
After flipping out mentally he would run his hands through his hair again before returning to a semi normal or what was normal for him mood, he would slide super close to the face of the man near him and observe him," So the hell's wrong with you...leme guess you were trying to get laid and the slut kicked you in the balls....no no doesn't seem that way. How about this, you just got through having some really messed up sex with the chains and the pliers and something is lodged up your bum come on tell me which one is it," with no filter and no craps to give, Athrun was on the verge of going through the whole A-Z of things that could be wrong with this man but way off base.
There seemed nothing solid and firm now. Everything seemed woozy and twirling that he felt as if he was on a boat being hit by wave. He wobbled to stand, held burning in heat forehead and tried his best to look up at him. The man sounded displeased with the collision, though he doubted it was that bad. Just a small bump on his side with his shoulder and that was it. Why was he agitating about it?
"Uh..." He moaned in agony from sudden pain throbbing on joints of his body, particularly his knees and arms. Clueless and sick Leon was clueless and sick. The air seemed denser than the usual, and it was hard for him to interpret the sound wave that traveled through his ears. "Mr. Stabby?" He murmured, knitting his eyebrows lightly because he was not sure what it meant but it was one of the few things he managed to pick up.
Stab... Feed... Mr. Stabby... Seek...
Okay, not much a help there. Leon tried to consult Dante in case he heard but considering they were actually sharing same body and the body was being invaded by fever, he was not able to help. Instead, the mature-looking reflection of his simply stared at the man blankly. "What the hell is he rambling about?" groaned Dante. Leon simply shrugged his shoulder weakly and looked back at the man.
"Excu---"
Before he could finish his word, the man surprised him by bringing his face close to him. Emerald eyes reacted to widen momentarily, locking themselves to the pair of crimson red on the man's feature. His eyes were resembled to the color of blood. He began to ramble again, with his eyes fixed on him like a predator on a prey. A leg was placed behind as he bent himself to the back slightly to avoid the closed face. "Uh, excuse me?" He exclaimed, not knowing what he was talking about. Maybe because he was weak, his words seemed not to reach the man's ears as he continued to babble about... sex?
Huh?
The boy's face from pale began to have shades of pink and red. He brought his hand onto his face, almost like hiding away his embarrassed reaction. "Ho-hold on there! It's not like th---" He felt pain slit through between his muscles as he was getting all flustered about it. He grunted, bent himself a bit and held his head. The mark of Synister peek through the the gap between his skin and his shirt.
He huffed heavily, still left the heat from fever remained on his face. "Of c-course not," He managed to spit the words though his energy was slowly slipping away.
TAGS: @raven OOC: LOL WTH KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?! XDD
Was this man not aware of the mighty Mr.Stabby Stabby? Oh this had made Athrun's night as he held his hand roughly six inches apart to show emphasis on his new point," Mr. Stabby is my fucking knife and best tool for slicing, cutting, maiming, screwing and even cleaning. He can hold the best of conversations and he's a REALLL lady killer," chuckling on the last part he would put his hands down and take a long drag from his cigaret and released it into the air above the two men, his eyes looking back to this man in excitement wondering just what made this man tick.
With all of the nonsense Athrun was sprouting he wasn't surprised that someone had stopped walking just to hear this fucked up wording about things, but then again he could go for hours talking about the complications and feelings of raw, unadulterated sex he has in his spare time...actually he may just begin to do so later if the man stays around long enough. The continuation of his comments would stop abruptly as he listened to the boy speak and it was way to proper for his taste. Shaking his head he would grin from ear to ear in pure amazement seeing this boy turn red at his comments, maybe he was speaking with a virgin?
The thought only fueled Athrun's deranged thoughts into overdrive until his eyes had caught a marvelous sight as a large smile on his face. Within that small moment that he had buckled Athrun would slide closer and slide his arm all the way around Leon's waist and smiled as he sniffed his neck and delicately licked his neck," So what's the tattoo on your neck boy? Looks like something i wouldn't mind stripping you to see," the strange moment that he had portrayed would be shattered as he barreled back and died laughing like an insane person would before standing up and taking another drag," That...was funny, your face..PRICELESS!!!," laughing a bit more he would shake his head before putting on a somewhat serious gaze.
Red pigments remained on his face. He felt flushed and dizzy due to both what the stranger had done to him and the rising fever. He staggered to stand properly and only to find himself leaning his shoulder to the wall. Excruciating sound of coughing escaped from the boy as he glared weakly at the white-haired male. His hand held the spot he had licked with his face expressed a great amount of disgust. Who in a sane mind would lick someone else, let alone that someone was a male too?
He grunted like a hiss, "You..." His pupils thinned resembled to cat eyes. Seconds ago, he rambled craps about sex and, afterwards, he moved to wrap his hand around his waist and licked his neck. He was sick and so is energy was so little that he could barely keep himself standing. He did bring himself few paces away from the harasser, staring at him angrily. His eyes lost their focus and he closed them in pain.
Shit, the fever slowed him down.
His voice echoed like a siren in the air, an inevitable sound that throbbed in his mind. His hand then moved from the neck towards the collarbone where the mentioned tattoo was. He took one step back, restraining himself from wobbling too much and kept himself standing still. "...N-nothing. It's none of your concern," Leon protested. Nothing good will come from this mark of a sinner. Oh how he wish he could skin this spot and erase the tattoo. Though, the pain might not be something he could handle.
Not to mention he might have to deal with the vulpine's vents.
"I... I'm sorry, excuse m-me," he said trying to buy his ticket out of this.
TAGS: @raven OOC: ASDFGHJKL DON'T DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN! QAQ
WHEN THE DARKEST SHADOW CORRUPTS THE SOUL BREAKS FREE
"Me?"
Athrun looked around in bewilderment until he pointed to himself and clapped his hands," Oh!!! Me!!!! what about me...oh that thing i did there..don't take it the wrong way i just wanted to mess with you because you look so weak. No offense...well maybe a bit of offense here or there but you should seriously consider sitting the fuck down or at least...letting me eat you or something i dunno," slowly he would shrug as he reached for the cigaret and exhaled the most, holding the object in his left hand with a slight grip. The fun was dying slowly and Athrun himself was considering going back to the building just to waste some time and get a little business taken care of or maybe go to the local whorehouse to enjoy his usual company.
So the tattoo was apparently something that he man said was "none of his concern" but athrun knew better than that. He smiled as he pressed the cigaret to his lips and began to inhale causing it to shorten more, the smoke slowly coming out of his mouth as he spoke a simple word," Synister," a wide grin appearing on his face as his cold red eyes stared at the man and moved in front of him," So tell me again...whats the tattoo on your neck there? You shouldn't lie to someone that probably knows what....you are," the last words would be strained a bit as he moved back for a bit and crouched slowly as he put out the cigaret and stretched.
Things were about to get a lot more interesting as he fixed his jacket for a bit, the small letters AO could be seen by the man if he paid the slightest of attention before disappearing into the darkness that was his collar shirt. The night was turning out to become quite interesting if this man was indeed part of Synister....or maybe he was someone that was a mere grunt and did nothing but bend over. So many thoughts but so little time to dissect them all into questions maybe he would have to spend some time talking to the doctor to find out some information.
[attr="class","l"]I've never seen such beauty in possibility
As silent as the night wind drifted sweeping through the nearly desolated gravel roads. Moths buzzed through the bright gaze of the towering metallic street lights hovering over the barely populated roads. Only one out were the ones enjoying the night life but this specific road... people avoid, the infamous trails of where the shadiest of entities traversed those who walked the path of shadows death and despair run amuck.
This land of the underworld... now that sounded poetic, replying in the mind of sole being questionably sane enough to travel down this road. Night lights shown from the distant, night clubs reeving into life spun their colorful lit signs. Catered to entrance patrons into promises of thrill and pleasure, give or take... which one the cliental preferred. People had strange taste in terms of mortal pleasures.
For the life of her Amaterasu gave up understanding human desires. Silver strands of her silvery hair blew from an unseen breeze fluttering like spun silk fresh from the weaver’s hand those strands glimmered a faint sheen as she passed by a lone lamppost illuminating the dark path ahead. The stream of people long ago passed, leaving her alone in this road. They choose another way of passage rather than passed through a way infamous for gangs and muggers looking for a quick buck. The alleys around her look as if dark menacing portals wishing to swallow her whole. A shadow darted infront of her. From a cat who scurried past the doll-like child with a unfazed look of someone who couldn’t careless of the planet around her.
Its eyes sparked, glimmering in the dark as blood dribbled from the dead rodent firmly fitted into its jaw. It gave the child one last look before darting back into the shadows. Ame blinked for a fraction of a second. The question of what she was doing out here at this time of night began to echo in the crevices of her subconscious. For one she knew her caretakers would not be happy campers to learn she slip out for some air for even reasons she didn’t understand herself. But she felt she had to go...
Sort of a magnet trying to pull the child towards its location, faint tendrils dragging onto her like invisible chains tugging at her body, she had a feeling she needed to head this way but for the life of her...she just didn’t know why. The child’s feet barely made any sound on the concrete they were as soft and light as a prowling cat on a hunting spree soft and voiceless as the night winds drowned out any sound that came from the child. She drifted through the shadows, expertly maneuvering the dark to act as her shield. It felt close... a frown touched her delicate pink tinted lips. Eyebrows knotted together in silent musings as she glance her head up ahead of her. Shadows played upon the night time dancing through the walls, as if bodies were moving right beside it.
She moved closer, not out of curiosity more from it being on her path. Moving closer the silhouette slowly formed clearer, one smaller one and one slightly taller one. The first thing she noticed was the copperish strands of one body she knew so well. The arched eyebrow only went up... something was boiling in her, something she couldn’t explain was twitching its temple and itching to grab something to bash the taller figure whom was leaning his head over the younger boy’s neck. The way Leon acted, unsteady and unbalanced on his feet alarm bells rang. And they rang quite loudly for the silent child, still wrapped around the shadows covering her presence from the duo. She maintained the need to observe, watching with an acute gaze of a hawk watching its prey... She knew the second silverette, Uncle Az’s pet and the so called companion he assigned to play with her as a child.
Silently, she threaded her way towards them. Unheard as a ghost she steps seem to glide from point A to point B, stopping just behind the older teen. She found the need to actually voice something before... the twitch on her forehead decides to stay from witnessing the lick touching the boy’s neck as amusing as she enjoyed his reaction... the child was not that fond for some reason. “...Athrun-san. No.” She spoke two words, elegantly stepping as she crossed over to Leon’s side she lifted a hand up to his flushed face. Her face remaining neutral as she sensed the heat radiating from him through her fingertips, she quickly retracted her hand. ‘You’re sick’ She spoke in sign language, tapping the letters on the boy’s skin.
[attr="class","m"] finding out a galaxy of planets & stars is within me, listening to each of them singing the same silent melody
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Emerald eyes widened lightly in response when the man uttered the word- just one taboo word- out of his mouth.
"Synister,"
Confusion hit him and it him hard. It made the bell in his mind jingled violently. He was not sure to what his mind was responding, but vision of his nightmare- the boogeyman- began to play in front of him. This tattoo indeed related to Synister and this man called Dimitri was also a Synister. It made him shivered. Why it has to be him? Why this tattoo on his collarbone has to be the signature to make him remember of that man and his malicious underlings the evening he was kidnapped? He flinched and took a step back, trying his best to create a gap between them and, hopefully, to enable him to escape. In this situation, he felt like he was a prey and he will literally eat him if he was to linger here any longer.
However, he has some unanswered questions about him. "How..." He was about to ask him his relationship with the man when he realized something on the man's body that made his heart dropped off its chamber.
Fear taunted him. Was he one of the boogeyman's underlings? He could feel his blood gathered under his feet, unable to flow upwards as if the revelation caused the gravity to become stronger out of fear. "Yo- you are..." he tried to speak, but he felt like his throat was choked by an unknown force. If only Dante was...
No. He can't keep relying on his other half. He had sustained too many things for him. Leon curled his fingers into a tight fist. Nails dug into his palm skin. "I have... no idea what you talking about," he said. Whoever or whatever he was it has nothing to do with him. He was not different than that bastard Dimitri. Struggling may be an appealing form of entertainment to maniac like him, but to simply surrender without a fight was not something Leon would do, even if he knew it was futile.
"Ame..." In this weak condition, all he could think of was Amaterasu. If only she was here, she could help him to move. His eyes looked down slightly to his knees that were shaking, trying their best to hold him upright.
“...Athrun-san. No.”
A gentle voice announced an entrance of a new character into the scene. He weakly turned and saw Amaterasu. "What..." He huffed a word, knitting his eyebrows slightly. Was this his imagination? His eyes closed as the young girl placed her hand on his face. Oh, so comfortable. He would snug the cold hand like a cat but his mind immediately focused on her presence. He exhaled faintly and coughed away from her direction. "... why are you here, Ame?" he was well aware about the fever burning up in him, but how can he giving in to it? He glanced away back to the man.
"Do you know him, Ame?" He asked.
TAGS: @raven , @ame OOC: LOL I pity Leon now, so damn confused and so damn weak.
His expression...his voice..all of the made Athrun's night all the more better as he clapped in glee and decided to reward the man with a half assed answer," How do I what? Know about the little tattoo on your neck? Well i could answer that, but its so much more fun to allow to seek that answer yourself," his grin wouldn't disappear as he tilted his head from left to right before settling it towards the middle. This little meeting of rudeness turned into quite the game for him, which was all that Athrun needed to complete his night and make him so much happier than he was when he left his office. It was strange however that he didn't necessarily know who the man was based on his tattoo, but this left the game being so much more interesting without all of the answers otherwise it would just be a normal boring game no?
Was the boy finally on the right track? His words guiding him closer and closer to the truth until finally Athrun decided to let the boy have a freebie. Sliding the collar of his shirt over just a tab bit he would show Leon the full tattoo before putting it away," Seems like you can connect two and two pretty damn well kid.. if i knew about your tattoo...and know about Synister...and i have this tattoo that can only mean one thing," he pointed to the boy and smiled slowly to finish off the rest of his sentence," I'm also apart of Synister," it was funny to watch each individual expression of this man toss and turn as he continued to mess with him.
This could have gone on forever just for the sake of his own enjoyment but something strange...no something unexpected caused him to turn around and blink as he finally registered what was said to him and just who said it to him. At that moment he would have laid his crimson hues on the small girl whom he had seen around Az's home and it had clicked finally...she had just told him no. Blinking a couple of time he would tilt his head at the girl comically showing his confusion until he had finally spoken up," Why are you out here....little one and why are you ruining my fun," he frowned like an upset child who just got his toy taken away which was not his ideal example of fun.
He couldn't hurt this girl....no not because she was Az's little one. Maybe because she was a little one that he had occasionally played with when he was a...never mind that but he would continue to look at this girl before shrugging and pulling out his last cigarette," Fine...besides i don't want to mess with someone who isn't going to at least have a little fun back," with that he would lean against the wall to the right of him, disappearing into the darkness of the wall until he had lit his poison showing only a smug look and his crimson eyes looking at the boy and the little girl.
TAGS:Hermes Himizuki @ame OOC: what will i have fun with now?? notes
[attr="class","l"]I've never seen such beauty in possibility
Weak and fragile somehow... it tugged at her invisible heart strings. They weren’t truly invisible just so tiny that it needs a microscope to be visible. But he still managed to grasp and tug it hard seeing him in this state. Fragile his legs were barely holding up his wait as if a gentle breathe of the breeze would be enough to topple him onto the ground. She didn’t even know what on earth he was doing out here. In this weather and in his current condition, Haine-san would have a fit, oh Ame felt she would the second the older vixen finds out his lion cub wandered so far from the nest.
Ame could only shake her head at the thoughts filling her mind. Half of worry for the boy, which still highly confused her how he could only incite such feelings from her while no one could ever do so this needs to be investigated as her dear uncle would say. This bond business... shifting her eyes over to her palms, curling and uncurling her hand as it to get the stiffness out of her limbs, she didn’t know whether to disprove or to trust a theory where her life had already been decided for her.
You cant fight fate they said. She wasn’t so incline to believe something so illogical as that. But for now she had more pressing matters to attend. The two men infront of her, one with a smug smirk dancing on those pale cheeks red eyes highlighted the boy’s amusement towards her sacrifice. As enjoying as it looks. She...
Didn’t have the right heart to let someone mess with her sacrifice while he was this sick. She had to draw the line somewhere when it comes to fun and games. The hand fell back to her side as she lifted her gaze back to Leon, with a tilt of her head the child began musing an answer to this. To be honest...she didn’t know it.
It was an unexplainable urge that led her to leave the warm comforts of her room and into the cold windy night. She hardly bothered with the fact this could end with her being admitted to a hospital being near him while hes this ill.. Ame could only pray her body has enough luck to avoid getting sick as well. “A little firefly led me here.” She replied softly, her voice just as breathy and soft as the bellowing wind hovering over them through the quiet night. Lavender hues softened hearing him speak once more before they turned to Athrun as he too addressed her sudden presence. How to explain this...? Be blunt of ofcourse, shifting the collar of her coat she craned her head to look at the boy. “This little one knew heard the tones of boredom and wished for silence due to her parents having current guest.” She replied, partial in riddles for she didn’t want to fully state what it really meant. “As for knowing him... Yeah, we live in the same house.” Wow, this was probably the longest sentence she has spoken for a while. It was starting to itch at her throat.
“He’s not a toy...Athrun-san, he’s still my sacrifice.” She muttered with a short shrug as she turned her head back to Leon the worry came back to her faster than she would like to admit, it crossed her normally neutral façade as she moved closer to him, just incase he collapses, it would be easier for her to actually support him.
[attr="class","m"] finding out a galaxy of planets & stars is within me, listening to each of them singing the same silent melody
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Truth hurt more than lies and for the first time, he wished she could lie. Dizziness hit his head hard, twirling him back and forth from consciousness. His leg stumbled to the irregular surface of the ground, but thank goodness he was still able to stand straight. "He..." a word spoken from him, but it sounded like he was struggling. Indeed, the boy was struggling to understand what was going on. Casually, the man had revealed himself as part of the sinful parade led by none other than the man who ripped his freedom years ago.
He coughed remaining energy from his body, making him shuddered vulnerably. As he had moved few paces and stumbled, he clearly created a gap from him and his Fighter. His eyes lingered on Ameterasu's face angrily. "Don't come closer, Ame," he snarled a warning. Never he thought he could be this mad. No, he was not himself anymore, in fact. Eyes began to draw different ray color of soul- one that was cold and violent. He gritted his teeth as he held his breathing so he would not cough and was able to speak. "Are you telling me this man is part of your family?" He asked. His eyebrows knitted angrily. His hand emotionally lifted up to his chest while another hand pointed at his direction. He continued to face Ameterasu and, angrily, he shouted, "Do you know who is this guy work for, Ame?!"
Overworked himself and the shouting made his throat felt like being rubbed with sand paper. He coughed loudly and hard, bending himself down as he did so. Stress and anger boiled deep inside him, making him felt the fever has gone to a next level. He gasped, slowly stood back up straight and growled. His eyes shifted on to the man and hissed, "So, what kind of pact you made with the devil? Did he ask you to watch over Ame because I'm her partner?" If it was not because of the true name was a definite thing from birth, he would have asked it to be changed.
He would do it, to protect Leon. Clearly, this was a shocking revelation.
TAGS: @raven , @ame OOC: Lol the fun's not yet over. He's pissed. BADLY. Ame better be near him, he might collapse though cuz he's stressing himself out already. -worries as well-
The atmosphere around the three of them had rapidly declined from being pure fun for one of them to something that could potentially become a brawl... a one sided one at that. Through the shadows of the wall he would glare at the pair as smoke billowed from his mouth which had been in the weirdest of smiles as he watched and waited for his moment to stir something up into a storm. Slowly his red eyes would close as he responded to Ame's reply to his previous statement," If you're going to sacrifice him then why not allow me to at least put him down and have some fun with him? Its not everyday i get a new chew toy and it lasts as long as he did...but if he means THAT much to you then i guess i can leave him be for now," his eyes settled on Leon slowly as he chuckled seeing the boy as more of a lost puppy than anything, but in his mind he was thinking of showing the little pup some disciplinary actions just to show him who was boss.
The thought of being Ame's family flashed inside of his head for a moment as well as a slight flashback to an earlier dream he had which depicted him in a house he had never seen before playing with someone he had never known. The thought itself made him uncomfortable and it was apparent in his tone as he spoke," I simply live in the same household as the little one here....we aren't family unless you want to add that psychotic parent of hers..eh," his thoughts of Az varied on the day to day from either hatred to contempt enough to where he could put up with the doctor on the days he wasn't being cut open as an experiment.
Seeing Leon get angry had been just the fuel Athrun would have needed to stoke this fire even higher and he was about to do just that," What's wrong? Is the little puppy getting upset because his owner knows someone from Synister? Little one you might have to put your puppy on a leash before he goes around biting people and then we will have to put him down," chuckling he would step off of the wall and return to the light of the alley way with the cigarette still in his mouth. Provoking the already angry man wasn't even something he was concerned about given his current condition, not that he would have cared if the man was in a good condition.
Pact? This was new to him. He didn't remember selling his soul to Synister nor did he remember ever going to the devil for anything. Last he had checked he simply joined Synister because it was anoter milestone to become something the underworld would fear. Shrugging comically he would point to Leon," Sorry puppy but i didn't make a pact with no devil...i just killed the one with the position that i wanted and bam...and i have no need to watch over the little one. Wait..," he paused and chuckled wildly as he pointed to Leon," You're just some grunt for Synister aren't you? someone who is simply labeled our little poodle," it was too rich hearing this person getting angry and asking these questions, but the look on his face made the cake all the sweeter.
Hermes Himizuki @raven Lol little ame is so confused right now, give her a break shes trying to be a good fighter OwO;;
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This is the part Ame begins to question Leon’s clear lack of self-preservation. If he had then he wouldn’t spewing all of these things to a person that might actually be insane enough to break his neck. IT wasn’t a debatable issue to know that the inhabitants of her home lacks sanity in the most extreme ways. That included the albino watching them with calculating eyes. It hardly fazed the child having those cold orbs penetrating at her skin. She returned the favor with a neutral stare of her own. The clear lack of care or discomfort presented themselves as clear as the night sky above them. She tilted her head disinterest at the cold chill and the words Leon began to spew at him about an organization for the life of her she didn’t understand.
Or wanted to know for that matter, it seems her sacrifice needs a quick lesson in seeing his fighter’s blatant lack of interest in mingling herself with affiliations. She hardly bothered to ask anyone about it. Including uncle Mitya who comes by every now and then to talk with her parents and uncle Az, she dragged an eye to look at Leon, eyeing him with a sigh as he continued to aggravate his condition and towards Athrun who continuously tried to egg the boy into doing something borderline idiocy in his current condition. She paid his warning no heed as she approached, taking her position by his side as a good fighter should.
Explaining takes such energy that she began to think about whether or not she should reply, she talked far too today in her opinion. This time she took out her phone, hand rummaged through her coat pockets for the annoying device once she found it she took it out. Athrun beat her in to it though, just as she was about to explain their current relations. She blinked, glancing back at Athrun with a slight look of irritation the girl uttered something indistinguishable in a foreign tongue of old ancient latin. “....He’s my partner I would rather have him in one piece thank you very much.” She sighed, feeling annoyed that she had to speak more than twice in one setting. It didn’t bode well with her, Leon already knew by now the girl never liked to speak. A situation like this however demanded her to do so or risk losing her sacrifice to a sadistic man that would probably chew him to bits.
Oh how annoying...
The rare event of her actually feeling a smidge of it form from the unbreakable neutrality of her expression. She then turned back to Leon, giving him a more sterner look of a clearly displeased fighter who’s trying to actually make sure he ends up in one piece but he was making it difficult. “Leon calm down... you’re gonna make yourself worse over-exerting your.” She paused hearing the words Athrun spoke about the boy, her eyebrow raised in interest as she turned to Leon as if asking for an explanation. “I’m lost here, what are you two going on about...?”
[attr="class","m"] finding out a galaxy of planets & stars is within me, listening to each of them singing the same silent melody
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Dante slipped it in the situation out of anger and annoyance, just like how antibody worked when there was an invasion from outsiders- nasty outsiders. He will destroy the source of pain that harm his body in order to protect himself and the boy who lived in this body. Unlike Leon, Dante was not very... tolerate when it comes to Synister and the boogeyman. He was ready to simply ignore Amaterasu but after he heard the revelation made by both of them, he felt relieved- so relieved his anger slipped few inches away.
He hawed at Amaterasu's question while his eyes remained glaring at the albino man.
"Oh Ame, you have NO idea what is going on at all," he said huffing heavily. His fingers curled into a fist as his eyes trailed from the man's face down and back to where the tattoo was. he boy took two steps front so he could stand a bit in front of Amaterasu. "Seriously, since when do you talk this much?" he said as he stood with one leg front. His pale face has already painted in fade red, indicating he was pushing himself way too much and too long. Cold ripped his senses bit by bit, he could shudder and collapse, for there seemed to be great feelings of relief and trust on Amaterasu's presence by his side. Yes, he could simply let himself rest in her arms but a boy got to do what a boy got to do.
"I'm going to embarrass my dead parents if I were to let a chick stands for me," he continued with faint laugh at the end of his sentence. Yes, he was well aware of parents were dead, because he was the one that killed them. One was stabbed countless times and another one died in the fire set by his own mother afterwards. He could still remember the sound of his father's pulses slowly descended to silence beneath him as he jabbed the kitchen knife into his chest. Dante had his eyes closed as he relived that sensation before he opened his eyes along with his head tilted slightly. "Huh?" He could feel his limbs were throbbing due to the fever and cold. He laughed some more, shuddering his shoulders to amplify the laughter. "YOU, chew ME? Ahahaha..." He shook his head. His eyes dramatically closed in disbelief of the emptiness of this man's words. The sound vanished slowly and he turned back to look at the another Synister.
"What makes you think you can chew me, huh?" He asked.
Dante looked behind for Amaterasu and back to his front where the man was standing. He hissed, "Who's the fucking poodle here, Freak-enstein?" that nickname came out bluntly since he was not very pleased about being called as a puppy. If it was not because this body caught the cold, he would have leaped for him and showed him this so called puppy was actually a lion. "So, you are as clueless as a dumbbell about Synister huh?" So that means he was not close to the man who lead the group. His eyes did not reflect the amount of concern he has for the situation as it fainted little bit. Dante snickered and chuckled lightly, "And here I thought when you boast around about it, you have ACTUALLY heard about me. It turns out you are just another underling. Man, do I feel sorry for you and myself for exaggerating this shit," So that means the man has few other members about this albino's rank? This is not good. Dante squirted his right eye with a smirk appeared on the corner of his lips and rolled his eyes behind for Amaterasu.
"What good does it take if you know, huh? I don't think Leon would enjoy having you stalking him all day and night afterwards," He looked back at the man, coughing worse than before. Cold air found its way inside his lung he can feel the chill through his throat. Man, Haine is so going to flip a brick if she knows he made Leon's condition worsen.
TAGS: @raven , @ame OOC: OTZ sorry for bad post. I think Dante wants this little game to end 'cause he kinda sense if this continues, Ame's smart brain might discover wth is going on and THAT is sssssso not good for him XP