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Post by Loner。 on May 1, 2017 12:29:27 GMT
The papers were spread across the outdoor table. A strong look of worry plastered on the owner's face. There were three apartments he was looking at. Three placed he thought maybe he could afford. He hadn't seen any in person yet but he'd been doing some research in order to see if there was anywhere he could live. He was hoping for a cheep neighborhood, but few places were cheeper than the one he'd known. He wasn't going back there so he hoped he could make it all work out.
Sweeping up the papers be pushed them into his backpack. Time to check out one of the neighborhoods. He had not been able to set up a date to look at any of the apartments yet, but maybe he could judge the mood of a place.
After Taking his bicycle from where he had it locked, Malik began riding towards the residential area on his list that was closest to his current location. When the streets became less heavily trafficked he slowed, dismounting and walking around.
Since he was paying attention, he soon became aware he was being followed. Whoever it was was being stealthy, trying not to let Malik see them, but Malik could detect them anyhow. This was not good. Malik hoped to meet some resident in the neighborhood he was hoping to move to, but if someone was following him around, and trying to hide it, that couldn't mean anything good. Fear of anti-magic authorities or the gangs which swarmed around childhood home quickly came to mind. If either was true...he could be in danger. He didn't want to have to defend himself.
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Post by wolfy on May 8, 2017 6:19:30 GMT
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It wasn't as if he had been planning for it to happen. The words had spilled out of his hand and onto the paper, the pencil seemingly knowing his thoughts before he even knew what was happening.
Which was where the dog had come from. Completely out of context, simply the word "bone" had been enough for the canine to manifest itself, its corporeal body writhing before it settled itself on the concrete flooring of Kellan's temporary hideout. He jumped back, startled, and attempted to erase the words he had written on the paper, to no avail; the dog leaped up, wrenching the male's hand from the writing utensil.
Before he had gathered his thoughts, Kellan was already out the door and running away. He was already drained, the summoning alone taking his energy right from under him, but he continued, knowing the farther he got from the animated hound, the shorter the amount of time it would be able to be in the world.
Not long after, the 23-year-old found himself lost in the Sanctuary, oblivious to his surroundings. How typical of him. But —
That was interesting. He had never encountered another one throughout his time in the Sanctuary; then again, he hadn't been here long. Navigating the ins and outs of the enormous domain had been harsh to him, much less knowing the citizens.
So, like any irrational human would do, Kellan decided to follow him. For reasons unbeknownst to the male, that's what he would do. Scratching the rash that had been resting on his arm for the past few days following a summoning incident, he had been able to keep silent in tracking the light-haired male for as long as he could until he lost him inside a building.
The other guy's bicycle had been neatly locked, near the building he had disappeared in, and however long he was going to stay in there, Kellan didn't know. So he waited . . .
. . . Until Malik came out. Scrambling up from his crouched position behind a shrub, Kellan rushed over to where someone had left their own bicycle unlocked, leaning against a pole. It wasn't big enough for the male to be comfortable pedaling on, but it'd have to do. As Malik approached the residential area, Kellan kept as far back as he could while still keeping an eye on the other male, his thoughts wandering to his motives. Why was he following him in the first place?
His thoughts were interrupted by the human realizing he had lost the other one for a moment; he found him soon after, dismounting his bicycle and walking it. But Kellan had gone too close.
Crap, he hissed to himself, realizing whatever "cover" he had was blown. It was no use to keep hidden away any longer. The male, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with dark bags under them, stepped towards Malik. He looked defeated, but said nothing, waiting for him to speak — or act — first.
[[ sorry about this post!! i realize it may be super confusing,, but i honestly haven't roleplayed in like two years, so i'm very rusty x)
also, i hope it's okay i post?? xD ]]
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Post by Loner。 on May 8, 2017 17:57:45 GMT
(You're fine. you'll get less rusty as you get used to roleplaying again)
While holding the bicycle steady with one hand, the dark skinned male turned, his vivid, unnaturally blue eyes coming to rest on the 'stalker'. Ideally, it would have been better to act as though he did not know he was being followed but it truly was too late for that. He knew it, and he guessed the other male did as well since he'd decided to more obviously approach. The human didn't look threatening at least. The stranger lacked the swagger of back-street troublemakers looking for a fight. The possibility of the slightly older male being a government agent of some sort still remained.
The biggest tip off that the stalker was not a government sent threat was the eyes. Tired and unhealthy, it was a look Malik had seen a few times on his own face reflected in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't the look Malik would expect to see on someone who had an agenda unless it was a desperate one. With the worst possibilities out of the way, Malik ought to address what was here. "what are you after?" Malik asked with mild hostility, figuring if this person had been tracking him, that there must be a motive. Of course who in their right mind would actually tell the person they'd been stalking why. wolfy
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Post by wolfy on May 12, 2017 8:31:33 GMT
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Kellan felt out of place, feeling the other male's eyes boring into him as if he was simply something to look at. The possibility that he was not human was obviously irrefutable; those glassy blue eyes gave it away; even if Kellan sensed he wasn't human before, it seemed more obvious now that they were face to face.
As Malik spoke, the flame-haired male flinched. Of course, he expected the male to speak, but his tone caught Kellan off-guard somewhat — it was not as harsh as he thought it would have been. But it was obvious he wasn't planning to attack him, which would have ended disastrously on Kellan's side; he wasn't a very attack-oriented person, and his defense was useless without his manifestations.
"I don't exactly know wh—" Kellan started hesitantly before stopping himself, trying to respond to Malik's question. His uncertainty was evident: he was unable to look the other male in the eyes, his shame bleeding through his skin.
He didn't know why. It was that simple. And he couldn't finish his answer.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why." The male sighed, his mind racing. He couldn't just say I don't know to a direct question. Loner。 |
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Post by Loner。 on May 12, 2017 12:08:36 GMT
The eyes always gave malik away before anything else, but never because of their blueness alone. There was an intensity that burned behind them, made all the more easy to see because of the male's darker skin. Often, it scared people. It was hard to hide on days like today, when Malik's powers were more easy to accidentally tap into than to suppress. It was days like today where he often risked making mistakes. In the past, the mistakes had ranged from talking to people no one else could see, to performing feats of physical ability beyond anything a human should be capable of, to glowing like a living lightbulb. Fortunately nothing other than his eyes were in any form of visibly inhuman state. There was little Malik could do about that at the moment. He was thankful when the other male dropped eye contact.
The thought of attack certainly crossed Malik's mind, but he knew such would be disastrous. He also didn't actually want to end up in a fight, but the 'attack before you get hurt' mentality certainly was one he sometimes considered valid. It thankfully was not worth the effort when dealing with someone who seemed more on the intimidated side already.
Malik put his free hand in his pocket, noticing he had ended up balling it into a fist just in case he'd needed to fight. This gesture probably showed more than his words that Malik was not going to try and throw the first punch. He kept his gaze and expression firm, but not angry. "You must have a lot of free time, if you have the luxury to follow someone without even knowing why. I suggest you go back. People get hurt when they poke their nose around people they shouldn't." He spoke with a more bored/exasperated tone than before so the words were not a threat to be violent. Malik just knew his life wasn't the most safe right now. wolfy
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on May 12, 2017 14:02:55 GMT
"Indeed."
A voice like nails on metal whispered from the darkness, though not loud enough for the two fools nearby to hear. Such desperation was like a magnet to it, and fortune was with it tonight; the risk of detection had almost entirely vanished along with the appearance of the red-haired one. Still, approaching now was hardly ideal, especially when it had little knowledge of their attributes -- that mistake was not to be repeated again.
There were worse things stalking the streets since Hell broke through into this realm. People were disappearing, mostly transients and those without , though that was nothing new in such a large city; what was news -- or rather, would have been anywhere else -- was the manner in which victims were found after the fact. A few had died of apparent fright, but most were found physically unharmed, but without any semblance of personality left, or having perished without apparent cause. Obviously, unexplained deaths and brain-dead living shells were not going to sit well with police reports, and most cases were covered up, but the numbers were mounting.
And the cause was staring straight at the two, while they remained oblivious.
Razor-honed patience kept the hungry beast at bay, but already it's mind was racing, trying to think of how best to take advantage of this new distraction. The dark-skinned one -- the first prey -- seemed to be more stand-offish and better prepared, but not without his worries and faults; meanwhile, the red one was nervous, very much so, readily manipulatable. Perhaps just a bit of a tweak...
Little steps: tiny fears, small worries, niggling doubts -- given the proper fuel, these could become nightmares all on their own. Safely (or so it thought) hidden from view behind a fire escape, the freak reached out with its powers, wrapping one black tendril around the arm of the streetlight nearest to the duo. A few light touches to the wires and the bulb began to flicker, threatening to go out. |
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Post by Loner。 on May 16, 2017 14:24:39 GMT
An alteration of the lighting was quick to draw Malik's attention. His eyes followed the flickering for just a moment. Just a streetlight. Good thing it was not really dark yet. Malik wouldn't have bothered to come to this neighborhood today had it actually been night. Too bad the recent days had been unusually gloomy thanks to oddly dark cloud over, causing a need for outdoor lights to come on early many days. It was partly cloudy at the moment, not as bad as it had been on earlier days, where an unknown pollutant in the clouds had stained the sky blacker than night.
Malik also sensed...something, Through the inhuman part of himself, such that there was no physical way he could have picked up on it. Guess he could call it spiritual instinct. He'd already been over-cautious regarding human threats which could be out to get him, so whatever was out there usually had not grabbed much notice. He also had plenty of internal doubts and real world worries to deal with, so he had not been bothering much with the spiritual misgivings, hence why the dark force had avoided his awareness before this point. Malik put the sense off as more of his typical paranoia of the dangers of being a supernatural being in this world rather than giving it the attention he ought.
The fact that there was a similarity to the energies Malik had encountered during the attack from the Necropolis higher plane on sanctuary, and this vague sense of wariness had yet to cross his mind, especially since other anomalies such as the weather patterns had proven eventless so far. Malik had overreacted to such things before, bringing embarrassment and the suspicion of others on himself. This provided another reason why he didn't react as much as he could have while waiting for the red haired stranger to say more. He wondered if the other had notced the change in the mood of their current location, and looked for any sign of such observations since it wasn't uncommon for Malik to see things others could not see at all. wolfy
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Post by wolfy on May 19, 2017 11:04:31 GMT
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As Malik shifted, Kellan noticed a fist-shaped bulge in his pocket. So he had been trying to attack him after all. The male didn't seem to care, almost copying Malik's expressions and posture as he shifted. But it seemed like the other male was on high alert all of a sudden.
He felt a need to respond to the other male's previous statement, however. Kellan cleared his throat, giving an awkward smile before he continued. "I guess you can say I do have a lot of time on my hands, in a way. But I can take care of myself, thank you very much." He appeared slightly more confident now that he knew that Malik was more bored of dealing with him than aggressive, based on the tone of his voice.
"Is there a reason why you're here rather than somewhere else?" Kellan inquired, his mouth speaking before his thoughts had a chance to catch up. While the flame-haired male didn't exactly know what he was talking about, he felt as if he himself was referring to being in the Sanctuary instead of Eden. He knew that the other male wasn't just a mere human; then why was he in public in the Sanctuary rather than being protected in Eden?
Before Kellan could ask another question, the streetlight flickered; he saw Malik go on high alert, even if it had been for a simple moment. The lightning reflexes only furthered Kellan's non-human theory, but he didn't say anything that would reveal him to Malik. A huff escaped his lips, most likely exasperated that the streetlight would decide to flicker at that moment. He didn't care for the dark, despite the ambiance around him darkening every minute.
It was just a streetlight. Wasn't it?
The ginger boy shook his head, his eyes closing for a brief moment before they opened again, feeling his head throbbing painfully. It was a sudden pain, not a constant one that The freckles that littered his face danced as his face twisted into morbid expressions; he probably looked like an idiot.
Kellan almost never felt the migraines, unless there was something out there powerful enough to mess with him. It could have been likely there was something nearby, however crazy the thought seemed to him. His top lip rose in a scowl, disapproving of his headaches. He could get them to stop if he only left the area. Of course, he couldn't do so, what with the "human not-human" standing in front of him. Loner。 Tzuvachyysh |
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Post by Loner。 on May 19, 2017 12:50:25 GMT
Malik looked skeptical for a moment regarding the other's confidence. Kellan didn't come across to Malik as someone who'd been in many fights, though appearances were apt to be deceiving.
When asked 'why here', Malik answered simply. "House hunting." That was his reason for being in this neighborhood rather than another. Since it had no markers to indicate a reference to any specific place, Malik misunderstood the question's intent. He thought it referred to this place in sanctuary as opposed to other places in sanctuary. This large city really was the only place he knew as he'd grown up among humans, thinking he was one as well for most of his younger life. He'd heard eden mentioned once or twice in the past, but did not know how to find either their safe houses or their members. Even if he wanted to search, he knew the danger of poking around for information. If he asked the wrong person the wrong question, he'd be in bigger trouble than he already was.
Malik observed Kellan's expression suddenly twist into one of pain. Unwilling to make a presumption on the cause of this sudden change in expression, Malik asked. "What's wrong?" He asked, though since it had been obvious that he too sensed something off, perhaps there was a better question for Malik to ask than this. Malik too might move on were he not talking to another, especially since there were things he wanted to do.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on May 25, 2017 12:41:27 GMT
Perfect! Little fears... little prickling hairs... little chills down the spine... Keeping the giggles in was impossible enough that It* had to let out a tiny one. It* wanted more, so much more!! but It* had to w a i t. Timing was everything, after all. It* -- or more technically, It*s 'power'; didn't matter as both were inseparable now -- watched. And began to spin its web. Figuratively, of course. It* wasn't a bloody spider. For realies. Softly, It* touched their senses, with no more force than a landing gnat, probing no deeper than the surface, searching their trailing thoughts for something. Until It* found what It* was looking for. The tendrils retreated from the lamppost as It* weaved invisible, twisted magics in the air around the two. And carefully, oh so tenderly began to play. Sounds could be heard now-- queer, indistinct noises slowly rising from the distance. Nothing like the normal din of the neighborhood; not gunshots, not cars nor screams (yet). Something high-pitched, tinny and whiny at once -- like howls, but too mechanical and consistent in their undulation to be natural. And they were rapidly c o min g c l o s e r to the duo. |
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Post by wolfy on May 28, 2017 4:43:54 GMT
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Malik had simply answered "house hunting," but Kellan couldn't understand him over the roaring inside his head. He willed it to stop, but could only have it dull slightly. Pain is relative, he reminded himself, clenching his fists until they turned red. As long as whatever was causing the abnormal energy was still in the general vicinity, he would have to endure the pain.
That was fine with him. His pain helped him anyhow — in certain special cases.
As he got his headache to ebb to a point where it didn't hurt so much, the redhead spoke in response to Malik's question about his wellbeing. The tone of his voice didn't sound so concerned as it did questioning. He probably sensed Kellan had acted in response to the flickering light source nearby.
"I'm — I'm fine, I get migraines spontaneously. It should go away in a bit." His reply to the question could have risen suspicion in an observant person, but otherwise, it could have seemed casual and nonchalant to anybody else.
Something else seemed off, though — it was subtle and unable to be exactly pinpointed, but off anyhow. The lamppost had stopped flickering, allowing his head to recover from whatever had caused the unpleasant sensation. In its place, however, goosebumps began to litter the male's fully-clothed body, running over the hidden scars on his back he kept secret from prying eyes.
He didn't know what it was, the sound, but it caused scowls to cross his face. It didn't cause Kellan pain, no, but it didn't stop him from disliking it, the whining sounds that reminded him of his past, of the origin of those scars he wanted gone so much. Loner。 Tzuvachyysh |
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Post by Loner。 on May 29, 2017 1:25:12 GMT
Migranes huh? In different circumstances Malik may have offered to do something about that, probably in the form of buying medicine from a local pharmacy. Yet today was clearly waxing on the abnormal side as suspicious sounds started up.
Curious, Malik glanced in the direction of the din, stretching his senses in hopes of gathering more information about what could be approaching.
Though certainly curious, even willing to head towards the noise had he felt more confident about his own safety, natural fears brought him tensing for a fight or flight response. He could feel the supernatural energy within him flowing faster, closer to the skin, practically begging to be used. Many people might be unable to see the subtle physical shift that accompanied this response. Visible on exposed skin, there was a slight sheen, not quite metallic, but certainly similar.
Malik glanced back at Kellan. He too seemed to have noticed. Using his head, Malik gestured to the direction he had been heading before he had discovered Kellan stalking him, away from the sound. "lets go." He offered in a tone somewhat like an order, though it was more of a strong suggestion since he could not make Kellan come with him. Where did Malik plan to go anyway? He didn't know this part of town well.
Malik was tempted to two choices, to fully flee and let Kellan deal with the problem in his own way, possibly never meeting again, or to brace himself and be willing to fight should a threat come about, perhaps at the cost of his ability to live in sanctuary at all. Both seemed quite wrong, like quick solutions that would create more problems in the long run and possibly hurt people in the process. He had faced these thoughts before, often in times of high danger where his powers offered him a way out. Having run these scenarios through his mind repeatedly, neither seemed to actually end well for him or anyone else.
Even though retreating in a sense, Malik forced himself to walk, knowing that acting like a scared rabbit or revealing something in an act of unfounded desperation were both more likely to irreversibly reveal his nature as something abnormal than if he forced himself to choose a more deliberate course of action.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jun 3, 2017 4:23:36 GMT
Everything was slowly, carefully slipping into place. While It*s power active, those little jitters and snickers that distracted from the task at hand were shaken loose. The only noises around It* were light scuffles of feet and the clicking of nails on hard surfaces.
Even once out of sight, It* could still sense It*s prey nearby. It* scuttled around the structure, keeping itself out of sight as much as possible, and carefully timing It*s motions when it needed to dart between hiding spots. But It remained focused on the duo; unnatural unease set one of them -- the stronger-willed of the two -- moving, the weaker likely to follow. More importantly, they were moving away from the damnable light source. Excellent.
For Malik & Kellan, the sounds would increase in volume, becoming a cacophony that would sound more and more like sirens, though the wailings warbled and stuttered irregularly. As well, the air would grow increasingly oppressive as they wandered from the light, though only becoming noticeable when they were a fair distance away. Shadows flickered and danced just out of view as the world around them grew darker. Gradually whispers joined the frightful evening, hissing from no where in-particular with indistinct words dripping in poison and malice.
Fresh minds... fresh thoughts... FEed uS NoW!! The grating bays of the collective Other in It*s head grew more overbearing with every second, but the creature mentally shuttered them away from its forethoughts, mind focusing on ensnaring prey first. In It*s haste, however, the beast stopped just a tad too close to the edge of the building It* was using as cover -- still only an indistinct outline in the waning light, but no longer completely hidden either. |
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Post by 0 on Jun 3, 2017 4:58:42 GMT
It was good to be back in the future, with everything righty-tighty.
Skipping ahead, but not too far so as to arouse suspicion, had been a great idea that was definitely all his own.
The capital city wasn't in complete ruins anymore, although many places were still in need of repairs, assuming they hadn't been abandoned in their entirety.
If nothing else, it made great for ghost hunting.
The abnormally tall child took a deep breath, and whipped out his ghost radar -- a flat-faced rectangle that looked something like a walkman, only with a big green screen and a little antenna, which he pulled out to its full length, waving the object around.
Although this neighborhood wasn't in particular disrepair, he'd already scanned the nearest one that was; after an hour of nothing, he decided to move onto to the next street.
Dusk had arrived, the perfect time for some more peaceable -- or was it bolder? -- ghosts to come out.
Doppler took no notice of anyone else, his eyes fixed on the radar and the houses around him, always pointing it towards any that seemed particularly haunt-worthy.
As he passed by a pair of older folks (well, older than him, anyways) heading the opposite way, not even noticing them in the least, a sudden beeping and a blip on the screen alerted him to the position of a ghost.
The boy swung himself around, noticing a shadow among one of the structures, right where the radar was pointing him to.
"HOLY SHIT A GHOST!" he shouted to himself, slapping himself once in the face while also waving the radar in wild, amazed abandon.
"A REAL, LIVE--(I mean, dead)--ghost!
Crap--" he dropped the radar--"where's my camera?"
His hands went to his pockets, patting them down.
Where was it, WHERE WAS IT?
God damn it, IT'S GOING TO GET AWAY!
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Post by wolfy on Jun 5, 2017 0:26:08 GMT
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The scowl was swiped off Kellan's face as he saw the other male tensing up, most likely as a response to the sound that was approaching them. He shuddered, his mind already coming up with several ways to get the hell out of the area.
However, it seemed like Malik was already a step ahead of the redhead, signifying to follow him with a simple concise phrase. Kellan didn't hesitate, walking briskly near Malik, his hands rubbing together anxiously.
By following the other male, he wasn't trying to say he trusted him, no. His actions didn't reciprocate his thoughts clearly in this case, and clearly this case was a quite different one than any other experience Kellan had handled in his current life.
Looking back, the male realized the duo had left the bikes behind; wouldn't it have been much more efficient for them to use the bicycles instead of on foot? He shook his head; the bikes weren't important now.
But ... what was that? Kellan could see a faint object in the distance, the flickering light illuminating it at random intervals. He couldn't see that far, though, and instead blamed what seemed like a mirage on the darkness playing tricks on his eyes.
As he turned his back back to the direction he and Malik were heading, he noticed a young person, a child most likely, heading in the opposite direction; he was heading towards the light, with some rectangular object Kellan couldn't identify. A phone or a camera, perhaps. It seemed old and bulky, difficult for the boy to grasp. Yet he was waving it around seemingly without a reason.
Kellan wanted to yell out to him not to go towards the light, that there was energy there he couldn't explain, but it had been too late. The other boy let out a shout, and a clatter could be heard. It was most likely the item he had been holding.
Immediately the male stopped following Malik, turning his whole body around and sprinting towards the boy, the expression on his face one of horror. Had the boy been hurt?
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