Re: Debut

by Arch Fiend on Wed Jul 07, 2010 7:23 am

Kera looks at them still again more intently, thinking and listening, thinking of her past and what she knows of this land and its people. Thinking about this and still looking around she picks up her ball and pockets it again. "Change is good, evolving, adapting." she said. "Not everyone likes it though, for whatever reasons." her eyes for a split second showed a unfathomable age to them but them she quickly hopped up. "You know that wasn’t much cheery Aion" she stuck her tongue out childishly. "And you bird man, please tell your name so I can stop using humorous references for you" she laughed. "I’ll tell you, the strongest thing you got is yourself then your friends, and then way down the list is magic and weapons."

by Robaldo on Wed Jul 07, 2010 7:30 am

Scar looked at the man as if he had just been struck. Letting the strange one’s words seep into his very being, a look of pure excitement crossed over his face. Scar could care less that he had been insulted by this man; all that was important to him was that the kingdom may change soon. Looking the man in the face, Scar began to kneel onto one leg.
“Sir, are you the one that shall bring about these changes. If you are please tell me and allow me to be of help to you. I may not be as strong as normal angels at using magic, but I have trained for a long time in the essence of blades.”
In a slow almost painful movement, Scar pulled out his most powerful weapon. Setting its blade to the ground and standing its shaft into the air, Scar knelt to the stranger.
“If you are setting these events into motion, then please let me be of help. I beg of you.”
Finally looking up, Scar stared into the faces of these two beings.
“My name is Scar Robaldo. I am only heir to the Robaldo sir name. Both of my parents fought for change during the war of apocalypse. I wish to follow in their footsteps and fight against the kingdom.”
Bowing his head back down, Scar waited.
"My blade is sharp and willing. Even if I awnser for it, it still can awnser for itslef."
With a slight incantation, Scar allowed his scythe to finally respond to these people.

by **Narrator** on Wed Jul 07, 2010 7:47 am

Aion then focused his attention upon the girl. He seemed quiet at first, but he was reading something about this girl. She had such a childish side, which was contrary to how her psyche was. Her entire persona seemed like someone of a completely opposite way of life, but she was definitely an extreme optimist. Everything about her contradicted herself in a way. He looked back to the angel a moment, before thinking to himself about things unknown. Dark thoughts of the past, and a gleam of light. A long tunnel, and then emerging, into a demon's realm. This demon fought, and was defeated. The fight for him was lost, as all hope for his goal. The only clear image of the demon was a crescent moon upon his forehead, and long red hair. As Aion finished the thought, it transferred and was projected upon the table faintly. The final scene of the conflict was the demon seemingly dead, being dragged outside of a castle of sorts.

"I warn you of what you have witnessed. This being is much more powerful then... He seemed fighting me. He will want to fight soon, so I'd like to see you two try your hand with this demon. He is known as Astaroth, and he is in a situation where he will soon awaken."

He looked back to the angel, who was absorbing this information. Aion did not care as to what would happen, or what their response to this would be. Things changed all the time, as did the variables of obtaining these changes. This angel asked to help, and Aion could have a lot of fun with this confused creature. Manipulating him into doing things that he would think were important would be interesting enough, but this female was a potential witness now. Aion at this point was considering many options as to what to do with her.

"If you wish to take on Astaroth, then perhaps you will earn my respect. As of now, you are too weak to make any significant change. It would... Create better opportunities if you were to kill one of your own."

by Arch Fiend on Wed Jul 07, 2010 8:35 am

Kera looked at the depiction; she studied the others around her while watching it. "Astaroth" after it finished she watched them, how the young Scar's eyes lit up with the idea of a mission and how Aion tried to figure them out again in his head. "Does he have to die? I really hate killing, it use to be easy but now you must think of what you do and what it can do." she talked. "The waste of all that history and that knowledge combined with the guilt of if it was really necessary." she said looking at her sword with a mild nostalgia. "And it doesn’t go away. Wonder now if Astaroth was ever really evil or not, though after Jehovah being gone so long, you can hardly tell who’s evil can you?"

She looks around the inn, many of the candles gone out by now and the wind is blowing vary gently in the night. "I’ll fight him, but weather or not he dies ill decide afterword." she looked back at the 2 with optimism gone but replaced with a equal contentment.

by Robaldo on Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:17 am

Looking into the eyes of the man before him, Scar decided he would do it. At his side, his scythe began questioning otherwise.
“Scar, why would you go with such a being that makes fun of you and tricks you?”
“I go so that I may gain the upper hand needed to destroy Astarte, even if I have to deal with this demon.”
“So it is all deception then?”
“Indeed.”
Standing up, Scar sat down next to the two and asked, “What’s the plan?”

by **Narrator** on Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:35 am

Aion looked to both of them, and their seemingly opposing reactions were taken into account. He took particular interest in this Scar fellow, as he seemed to be acting strange, as his scythe surged with energy for a few moments. What effect these two would have on anything would be rather minuscule, and they did not seem to realize their position. Aion was used to this sort expecting to be a great impact, and had seen similar creatures fall just as easily.

"I don't think you realize your position. There is no plan. You are not needed to do anything. You must make your own path, and face your own consequences. I will tell you that you are no match for Astaroth at your current state."

Aion had sipped his water once more, and soon his glass was empty. Not wanting to be rude, he did not raise from his seat to refill. His gaze turned near the upstairs, and he let out a soft shrill sound, resembling a whistle. The bartender soon crawled down the staircase, half-asleep, and refilled his water glass, before stumbling back towards the staircase. As he struggled up the stairs, Aion simply sipped his fresh glass of water.

"Interesting."

by Arch Fiend on Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:02 am

"Well then" looking more cheery "I suppose I won’t be killing anyone or dying then" she giggled. "Scar I suggest leaving Astaroth to someone else and focusing on your training for when you do help change the kingdom in your own way. Just because you can do nothing now means you cant to more later, no matter what Aion here tells you." she looked over to Aion. "He started off somewhere to you know." she said smugly. "I know I did." she looked down at her side. "You wouldn’t mind if i polished my sword would you?" and with that she pulled it up and out of its sheath pulling out a small stone and running it over its edge. The blade seemed nothing special besides being oriental and having its cutting edge on its inside. Its scabbard was simple and its guard was a round onyx with an oriental scenery on it.

"So do you boys sleep?"

by Robaldo on Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:23 am

Looking over at the woman, Scar slowly took in her words. What she said did make perfect sense; he could wait and train to get stronger. Re-sheathing his scythe, Scar decided he would spend the night here.
“Indeed, I do but usually after a few more drinks. Do you already have a room for the night? If not then here is a bag of gold, use it to pay for your room. This is also a thank you for healing up my wing ealier.”
Walking back over to the bar, Scar pulled out enough alcohol to last his awhile and began to drink. After a long time had passed, Scar finally finished drinking to his heart’s content. Taking in the scene, Scar saw that the room was still dark. Oblivious to whether the other two were in the room or not, Scar limped up the stairs favoring his wing that had been healed only recently. After reaching his door, it took him a few minutes to get it unlocked. Walking in, Scar saw that nothing had been disturbed. Slowly trudging towards his bed, Scar pulled off all of the sheets and bunched them in the middle. After a few minutes of reshaping the mass of sheets, Scar finally fell into a deep sleep while curled up in a ball on top of the covers.

by **Narrator** on Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:05 am

Aion seemed to gain a new interest and respect of sorts for this woman. She had spoken her part, and successfully influenced one who was easily manipulated. This was nothing too special, but the girl was at very least capable of something. He had successfully gained valuable information by having all of this time of scouting the two, however, and they had no idea as to the complexity of what he had told them. They were indeed oblivious to the history of Daimos, and had obviously never heard of him.

It was settled, and this civilization had nothing to do with him, nor his memory. This was perfect. Aion had obtained the illusion of being a nobody. At this moment in time, Aion made an oath to himself, to contain this illusion as long as possible, minus a few special exceptions. The two seemed to want to go to sleep sometime soon, and Aion had plans of his own. Gazing at the two a final time, Aion finished off his water, and watched the angel struggle to his room. Aion himself stood at this point, and walked over to the chair nearby the door, sat and scribbled something down, and looked back to the female a final time. Aion knew that these two would hear his name again, but the rest was to be determined during a later day.

Walking out the door, Aion read through his own notes, as well as the letter from a client. He had discovered many things from meeting these two, and would definitely remember to deliver these notes to his clientele. These two would make perfect additions for the assignment, and Aion had marked them number one on his list. There were other fine prospects, yes, but these two had each possessed something that could prove useful.

"Sleep tight now... You'll need it..."

by Arch Fiend on Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:30 am

Kera sat there cleaning her sword over and over again through the night till the sun rose and the staff came out dusting and cleaning. She greeted them and paid the inn keep after leaving the rest of the money in scars room as he slept with a note saying. "See ya around." And left walking down the road with no place in mind except the horizon.