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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 3, 2011 0:34:30 GMT -5
"Help me! Someone, please!"
The cry came from a young woman sprinting down an alleyway. Her pursuers were none other but a bunch of street thugs looking for a bit of cash and some late night action. The woman ran as fast as she could, but it seemed her pursuers were gaining on her and there wasn't anywhere she could run to.
Cutting a corner, she ran as fast as her legs could possibly carry her before running into a dead end. She could hear her the footsteps of those following her drawing near. As she turned, they came around the corner with wicked grins on their faces; they knew the alleyways like no one else, they had planned to run her into this corner.
The woman cowered. "Pl-please, you can have all my money! Please, don't hurt me!"
One of the gangsters approached her and gently placed a hand on her cheek. "Oh baby, the last thing any one of us wants to do is hurt you. In fact," his sinister grin widened. "We just wanted to get to know you."
"St-Stop it!" The young woman's eyes slammed shut, as if the man was about to slap her across the face. She could hear the man and his buddies begin to chuckle.
The man smirked. "Hold her down, fellas."
"No, no, please!! Stop!!" The woman began to cry. As the men began to grope her body, feeling her up, her eyes shot open. She found herself locking eyes with a young man.
The young man she had met gazes with was a simple passenger on a hovering bus, a bus that was passing by in the air high above the alleyways. He stared down with cold eyes, unable to feel the cries of help that the woman's eyes were trying to display for him. Even the screams of her voice weren't enough to make the young man move to help.
Instead, he continued to sit quietly and waited for the bus to pass the scene below...
There was no reason for him to bother with their business, it had nothing to do with him. The woman probably deserved it--that's what he was thinking.
Looking out the window, the scenery in the air was much more majestic than the eerie and slump looking lower areas. Tall sky scrapers shot high into the air, making it hard to see the tops. The sun made it even more difficult to see the tops, as it glistened and glimmered brightly from the depths of space. Hover cars flew back and forth through the airways, zooming and zipping around each other thanks to automatic controls.
It was honestly a beautiful sight; to see technology advance so far. But the beauty was simply a cover up to the harsh world New Alpha had become. Just because the technology improved didn't mean the same had happened for city life; it had only gotten worse.
The young man's business was neither here nor there with New Alpha, it was simply where he lived. He kept to himself, on most days. He didn't want to bother anyone and didn't want to be bothered.
The bus shot through the sky and slowed near a docking station. The doors opened and passengers began to pour off, right into the station that would lead to the plaza.
"...." The plaza was booming with life. And if it was booming with life, that meant it was booming with thugs and pickpockets. Nothing new, just ordinary.
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 3, 2011 0:43:08 GMT -5
No one gave a lone teenager a second thought. No one ever did so it didn't matter if she was ignored or her presence dissatisfied amongst the civilians. It happened there, it happened here, it happened everywhere.
Another lost kid.
Another rebellious teenager.
Another misguided youth.
Fixing the knapsack slung over her shoulder, she wandered across the plaza, kicking aside a littered soda can. Though, instead of just leaving it be, she picked it up and threw it in anearby trash can. There was no reason, no why or how, she just did it to do it.
Just like how she sat down at a bench in the New Alpha plaza just to sit, her knap sack sitting between her planted feet, the strings knotted in her hands.
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 3, 2011 12:05:42 GMT -5
The ghettos of the technological world of New Alpha were harsh. To have technology, one needed money. And money? Well, it was foreign to those in the ghettos. Simple tech, appliances and devices that were no longer up-to-date were found in the ghettos, discarded by those who had found better and improved devices. The ghettos didn't have much, but it was probably one of the less darker places of New Alpha.
Walking through the plaza, the young man, Byron Blitz, couldn't help but think back to his home in the ghetto. He liked it; it was better than being with a bunch of uptight, money-hungry, arrogant citizens. But it was also cold there, cold and harsh.
Brushing against a passing citizen, he nearly caused them to drop their things. They turned, glaring, but Byron didn't bother to stop to confront them. But the citizen took one look at Byron's clothes and gave a laugh of disgust.
Clad in a tattered and raggedy piece of long clothe, Byron almost appeared homeless. He sure gave the appearance of someone from the poorer class. But underneath was different.
His dark red, sleeveless vest was made of a very high-quality material. Black straps overlapped his chest, each one etched with pieces of silver metal; some sort of devices that gave off small blue shimmers of lights every so often. And where the two straps overlapped, there was a silver circular device; more technology. His lower torso was covered in dark blue pants tucked into his black, steel-toe boots. A hunting knife holster was strapped to his upper left thigh. The red and black glove on his right hand had jagged knuckles attached to them, each looking dull; the back of his glove was covered in wires sewn into the fabric. The hat atop his head was an old relic; an old Snapback hat from centuries ago that had somehow made it through time.
Byron adjusted the white hat on his head, the black and red sports design hard to recognize due to it's age. He made sure it covered his light brown eyes; the cloak was enough to cover most of his brown skin. He didn't want to be seen.
Up ahead, a few individuals were setting up a stage. He had never seen them before at the plaza, but he had seen them around. Wearing all red, from head to toe, the individuals seemed to look like a colt. BLOOD, well, it could be considered that. BLOOD was New Alpha's enforcers, punishing anyone and everyone to an extent that they only saw fit. Byron didn't like them, no one really did. Then again, no one really like anyone of that matter. But BLOOD was different, they embodied pure evil to the perfect degree.
The 19-year old Byron decided to stick around for the show, finding himself a place to stand that wasn't too far from the stage, but definitely away from the lime-light.
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 3, 2011 17:50:40 GMT -5
Vrimm! Vrimm!
The girl half-interested picked up the silent device, annoyed by its contents. She knew what it said. The same lame text from the same lame person.
Where are you, Corona?
Corona closed the oval shaped phone after deleting the text. Her answer was obvious except to this oblivious person. Corona didn't want to be found. Corona was a traveler. Her appearance suggested as much.
Her dark brown hair stayed in an ponytail, bangs parted enough to hide her green eyes but still able to see. She wore a faded yellow shirt with black stripes down the side and front, a studded belt holding it down over his waist. Her stonewash jeans were just as faded, scruffed and torn at the ends as much as her black boots. A black, hooded collared jacket was zipped up to her neck with her black shades hanging on her head, patches on the upper arms colored yellow.
Lying back on the bench, she observed New Alpha. This wasn't her first time here. Probably her third or fourth visit, she never kept track anymore.
All Corona could tell was that things had changed and other things hadn't.
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 3, 2011 21:22:17 GMT -5
The crowd roared with questions as the members of BLOOD lined up shoulder-to-shoulder upon the stage. They were quiet, not a single member uttering a word. It was then that a member dressed in white and red armor took the stage, white being the main color of the armored suit.
The armored individual took center stage, hands behind their back. "Ladies and gentlemen of New Alpha, it has come to the attention of BLOOD that there have been acts of theft, grand-theft auto, arson, and others all stemming from this area of New Alpha."
The crowd began to stir a bit.
"Now," the armored figure began to pace the stage. "I know that all of you have witnessed such events at one point in time or another. We have finally been able to bring the culprits to justice." He snapped his armored hand.
On cue, three more members of BLOOD walked on stage with three individuals restrained by laser cuffs; two males and one young female. The two males looked just like the street thugs Byron had seen before, but the girl was different; she had...
"..Cat ears?" Byron questioned to himself, thinking it was just plain weird. He hadn't seen any hybrid races around New Alpha in so long that it was a shocker to him.
"These three individuals are just a few of the many we have apprehended." the armored figure continued. "And, just as all we capture after they have committed such crimes, we shall act accordingly." The figure approached one of the males and drew some sort of gun, putting it to his head.
BAM!
The gun shot brought a reign of silence upon the crowd, the male hitting the stage floor with a loud thump. The girl nearly shrieked, but was too frightened that she would be next if she did so.
"We shall execute them all." The armored figure lowered the gun and turned to the crowd. "Let this be a fair warning to those who decide to oppose the laws of New Alpha. We will find you and you shall be punished."
Upon snapping his fingers again, the BLOOD members dragged the two remaining culprits off the stage. One by one, the BLOOD members stepped off the stage and headed toward one of the docking areas, where a red transport ship stood ready.
"BLOOD, you've never been this...disgusting." Byron hissed to himself. He never liked BLOOD, no one did. But this was way out of their jurisdiction. They had made it their right to take the lives of others into their own hands, but they had never executed anyone. At least, not publicly.
Something in Byron stirred; that wasn't right. He disliked helping anyone and disliked BLOOD, but their actions had just bumped them to his most hated list. He had heard of a government that had been just as terrifying; the Old Rambosa Empire, three centuries ago. He had read up on it just a few months ago and found out that the young prince their had stood up for his people when he came of age. Byron didn't want to stand up for the people of New Alpha, but he didn't want BLOOD to have their way.
Life was already hard enough of New Alpha.
In the distance, the red transport ship was powering up and preparing to leave. Byron felt a need to get to it, but it was all the way on the other side of the plaza and getting through the crowd would take forever. A sharp, low tone echoed through the area and he knew the transport ship was about to leave.
Byron turned and jumped up the pole he was leaning on, climbing it to the stop; the pole being about ten feet in the air. He jumped to the other before getting to the railings on the edge of the plaza, which were about ten feet above the plaza floor. He darted across it, jumping to some of the poles to close the gap between himself and the transport ship.
As it began to take off, Byron reached the closest edge and launched himself into the air. Stretching his arm out, he managed to grab the lining of the ship near it's bottom. There, he held on tight as the ship headed back to the BLOOD headquarters.
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 3, 2011 22:08:12 GMT -5
Corona glanced over, the execution getting her attention but with apathy and disgust. 'Merely a display of the strong preying on the weak. Then again, who picks on a hybrid barely out of woman hood?'As they were being taken away, she watched them. With a sigh, she got up and began to walk away. Stopping in an abandoned ally, Corona cursed herself for letting her concience get in the way. "d**n it." she muttered before grabbing onto a fire escape and climbing to the top of the building she was next to. Once she got to the top, she removed the knapsack and dug into it to retrieve a shoulder pauldron, the armor a whitish blue with an amber lining. Securing it on her shoulder, she slapped it and it started to glow. "I'm going to regret getting involved." There was a dim spark and the next, Corona was gone. The only thing left behind was a discarded knapsack. (I changed her name. )
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 3, 2011 22:32:06 GMT -5
(What made you change her name?)
Byron had to adjust himself underneath the BLOOD transport to keep from being seen by others flying by. He held onto his hat with one hand, watching carefully as he monitored the path the transport was taking.
He realized that he had been to this part of New Alpha, which worked in his favor. He was used to using Parkour to get around the city, even in it's futuristic state. It wouldn't be too hard to get where he wanted to go. Plus, he was adept at dealing with BLOOD lackies.
The transport hit a turn, drifting slow into it before it headed toward a bright red tower. Everyone, even children, knew that the red tower was home to the BLOOD organization. The transport seemed to loop around and approach a docking station on the other side of the tower.
"This is it." Byron let go of the lining and fell from the ship, free falling straight toward the ground. He shifted his body so that he could head towards the tower. Once close enough, he slapped the back of his gloved hand, the wires sparking to life and allowing him to get a firm grip on the side of the building.
There, he waited and watched as the transport slowly docked above him. He couldn't wait for too long, he began climbing his way up the tower. It didn't even bother him that he was hundreds of feet in the air.
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 3, 2011 22:44:48 GMT -5
(Personally, i've been saving Aster or Astraeus. its just one of those names I keep in storage since I'm picky on characters. I've got Aster's character personified but I like branching out. Corona is another way of experimenting with character development.)
Slipping in the shadows of the red tower's rafters, an armored youth balanced on the beams holding the tower up at this high while her hand kept her long cape from catching the wind current and throwing her away.
"Why am I in this armor again? Why am I at the top of the BLOOD tower getting ready to break in and do some lame excuse for a rescue?" Corona asked herself.
With an unhappy smirk, she picked up her underarmor and pulled it over her mouth and nose, her helmet covering the rest. "Oh yeah, its because I can't let my concience go."
Taking a moment to situate, Corona lept towards one rafter and then the next, quick like a cat.
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 3, 2011 23:28:35 GMT -5
(I'm no good with names, just character development.)
The BLOOD members standing at the docking station waited patiently as the transport ship opened up, a walkway extending out from the door and connecting with the side of the dock. The BLOOD members stood at attention, lowering their guns to their sides and saluting the armored figure stepping out.
"At ease, men." The armored figure gave a nod while passing. "Make sure these fugitives get locked away. The executions should be being scheduled as I speak to you now."
"Yes, of course, commander!" One of the men stated, allowing the armored individual to keep moving.
The BLOOD members on the ship came down, dragging several of the "fugitives" with them and forcing them into the grip of the BLOOD members waiting at the docking station. The BLOOD members exchanged a few laughs before the group from the transport reentered the ship and took off again.
"Now, get these criminals into the holding rooms with the rest of them." One of the BLOOD members ordered. "Frederick and I will remain here, in case another comes through."
With the orders given, the BLOOD members began escorting the fugitives away. Byron had just reached the docking area, glad that he only had two BLOODs to take care of.
He reached up after a few minutes and grabbed the edge of the docking area. By this time, the two BLOODs were beginning to talk about events that would occur after their shift. Byron had to move fast; he got up onto his feet and lunged swiftly, but one of them managed to catch sight of him before he could be success with his sneak attack.
"Hey! What are you doing here!"
Guns were raised, but Byron didn't stop. He got in close with the first and brought his elbow up, hitting the first in his helmet-covered face and forcing him to stumble back. Jumping into a spin, he planted his foot into the chest of the stagger BLOOD and sent him back into the other guard who caught him.
"What the hell!? Get on your feet, Freddy!"
Byron's glove lit up again, the wires emitting a faint glow as he lunged and punched the first in his chest. The power of the blow sent the two BLOOD members reeling back and over the edge of the docking area. Byron watched them disappear into the city depths below and then turned to head right into the BLOOD tower. He had to be swift though, which was a strong suit of his.
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 3, 2011 23:42:31 GMT -5
(I'm extremely picky. when i choose a name, i want it to define the character's key qualities that stay with them but also define their development as they grow or wane.)
BLOODs escorting the fugitives passed right above Corona's sight. The entire tower was a fortress, she knew that. Which mean it had passages and windows and doors. Locked or not was no issue to her.
She seemed to grasp something from thing air, a single chain hanging from her closed hand as she held it against the window. If there was security, alarms, locks...no issue again. She pressed the item to the lock, her hand glowing for a brief second before the window opened and she passed right inside.
"They should be coming by this way." Corona muttered, her hand now free of whatever she had summoned as the window closed behind her, the room vacant save for herself. "I can cut them off and then make a bee line for an escape..."
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 4, 2011 17:33:32 GMT -5
(Names really aren't such an issue for me. Since a name is given at birth, based on a motherly or fatherly feeling towards it, a name can be random. How the person develops is based on their environment. So, I can just throw any name out there and shape it into whatever person I want.)
The white hallways didn't fit BLOOD at all. With their entire uniforms doused in red, they looked like blood vessels traveling down a white vein. Byron stuck close behind, slipping by BLOOD members that weren't on his target list.
He had seven to deal with, which wasn't too bad on his part. They were already nearing the holding areas, so Byron needed to move hastily.
"Tch." Byron slipped around the corner and sprinted toward the BLOODs holding the captives. His steel-toe boots rang out in the hallway, alerting the BLOODs and making them swerve around in question. Once they noticed that Byron was an intruder, they quickly pulled out their high-tech handguns and took aim.
The 19 year old slapped the circular silver device on his vest, the studded mechanical pieces lighting up blue completely. The pulse of light blue energy washed over Byron's body and his speed increased, allowing him to close the gap between him and the first BLOOD within nearly a second.
Byron was quick, punching the first BLOOD in the neck and causing him to gasp. He spun, snatching the BLOOD's handgun, and lunged at the next. He moved so fast that it stunned the BLOODs and one didn't even realize that Byron had pressed the gun to his head. By the time he realized, Byron pulled the trigger and the BLOOD fell to the ground
"Shoot his ass!!" Yelled one of the remaining BLOOD members.
Byron jumped as two began to open fire, throwing the fugitives to the side. He stepped on the head of one and forced him to the ground, while propelling himself towards the next. He came down hard, punching the fourth BLOOD to the ground. Retrieving the handgun, he held the two up and fired them at the remaining two who fell just as quickly.
The remaining BLOOD was anything but frightened. "Who the hell do you think you are!" he roared, brandishing a sword. The sword's blade lit up with sharp energy.
Byron recognized the sword, he had owned one for quite some time. It was an Element Blade, a blade that would become doused in elemental and magical energy to increase it's offensive and defensive properties. Unfortunately, the BLOOD member had only a simple Energy Element Blade, there was no element attribute added to it.
A shame, really. It would of worked to the BLOOD's advantage.
The wielder of the Element Blade lunged in close to Byron, swinging for a fatal blow. Byron took a step back and moved his mid-section back farther to keep from being cut. Element or no element, the blade was still dangerous.
Byron moved toward the wall, only to have to move again as the blade carved a deep gash in the white material. The brown-skinned teen got to a safe distance, holding his fists up.
"You gonna box your way out of this, punk?"
"Not at all," Byron gave a thingyy smirk and slapped the device on his vest again, this time the little mechanics growing red. "Overdrive."
Byron darted forward and the BLOOD swung his Energy Blade again. The teen moved around the BLOOD with pure speed and got behind him, sliding to a stop. Without hesitation, Byron lunged with his fist drawn back before throwing his gloved hand into the BLOOD's back and sending him reeling down the hallway.
Byron turned to the captives as the glowing on his vest ceased and vanished. "What? Get the hell up and get out of here."
"It came from down here!" An alarm sounded right after the voice, telling Byron that they knew he was here.
As the others took off running for their lives, Byron snatched up the hand of the girl he had saw at the execution, the one with the cat ears. He didn't bother to get a good look at her, only began running down the hallway. Gunfire blared behind them, in the direction some of the captives ran; it was a shame that they had to die even after being...rescued.
Byron hit a sharp turn and went through a door leading to the docking area. There were still no guards there, but...
...there was no transport ship to hijack either.
"Mi-mister, please! Where are we going?!" The girl began to have second thoughts about letting herself go with the young man. "Sir, stop!!"
The doors behind them flew open and BLOOD members began pouring out, some stopping to open fire. "Kill them!!"
The girl looked back, eyes wide. "They found us!!!"
"No one was hiding." Byron commented as they neared the docking area. The girl began to scream and Byron forced her to keep running. "Shut up, will ya."
Without warning, he leapt from the docking area with her hand tightly enclosed in his, forcing her to come along for the wild ride. The young girl couldn't help but scream her lungs out as they free-fell towards the unseen bottom below. Byron adjusted her in the air and told her to hold on to him, which she found hard not to.
"HOLD ON TIGHT!" Byron yelled over the wind.
His glove lit up once again just as he crashed into the top of one of the flying cars, denting it and making it swerve in the air. He leaned to the side and fell again, having used the car simply to slow his fall. He then landed on a car beneath it, going the opposite direction; away from BLOOD tower.
Standing up straight, he took another gander at the BLOOD tower, ignoring the heavy breathing and consistent curses from the girl. He found himself staring straight at the armored figure from the execution, the armored person standing with their hands behind their backs at the docking area. For some strange reason, Byron felt a wicked smile coming from who ever that was.
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 4, 2011 18:55:43 GMT -5
The moment Byron had started his assault and rescue was when Corona stood aside and watched with casual observance.
A friend? A family member? An idiot? The assumptions were as long as the jump he made with the girl. However, it was one hybrid. One, useless hybrid.
"Hey! Who-" The BLOOD soldier fell into a smoking heat as electricity danced on the now rotting corpse, sparking and lacing as the few captives he was chasing stopped just to stare. Already feeling the stain of her deed, she frowned under her mask.
"Already dirtying my hands..."
"They went this way!"
"They're gonna kill us!"
Resisting the urge to say the obvious, she grabbed the nearest captive and then kicked out the window. "Jump if you want to live."
"But-"
"I promise you'll live and you'll be safe. Now jump!" Realizing the captive was in too much shock, she gave a gentle nudge before the soldiers came around the bend and pointed their weapons at her. Their fingers hugged the triggers and she retaliated with a Reflect, the scare enough to make the other two jump as well. Their screams echoed for a brief moment before vanishing, knowing her warp spell worked just fine.
Gun shot still rang through the building, perhaps even the smell of blood and gun powder. Only four had been helped.
"You can't save them all." Corona said aloud before stepping back and free falling.
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 4, 2011 19:46:43 GMT -5
Byron steadied himself before jumping to another car, sliding across it's roof and falling once more. The ground was in sight now. With a little more jumps and a ton more curse words, he and the hybrid finally made it to the ground safely.
Back to the slums of his childhood.
The girl jumped from Byron's back, stumbling a bit before falling onto her butt. She pointed her finger at him and began mumbling things, trying to find the right words.
"Yo-You're crazy!"
"Been called worse." Byron said, checking his gear to make sure it was okay. He didn't have much, but his gear meant the world to him. He stopped once he realized it was fine. "You're not from around here, are you?"
The young hybrid sat there for a moment, thinking. She, despite what had just happened, had just been saved from certain death...even if the events occurred after the rescue made her believe she was going to die.
She stood, finally. Her neck length, white hair shifted in the misguided wind that blew calmly through the gloomy area. She wasn't dressed in any tech, or did she have any technology on her. The hybrid wore skin-tight jumpsuit shorts with a pair of black sandals; it was pretty plain. Her bright purple irises held her cat-like pupils captive in her eyes, and her wrists were each wrapped in colorful bracelets; definitely something Byron didn't see every day.
Her white cat ears wiggled. "No, I'm not. Is that obvious?" She asked, completely unaware as she blinked several times.
Byron just gave her a blank expression for a few seconds, making the silence between them awkward. "You're a hybrid-"
"A Lesser Fellpool is the correct term." The hybrid corrected him quickly.
The elder teen rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You're not from this world and New Alpha hasn't seen hybrids in over a decade. Why are you here?"
"That's none of your business." The hybrid folded her arms.
Byron stepped closer, a hard glare forming. "This place is already bad enough. From what I hear, the lot of you hybrids are a bunch of trouble makers. I hope you and your friends didn't come here to start some international dilemma."
The girl took a step back in response. "N-no, it's nothing like that at all!"
"Hmph." Byron backed away and turned. "If you won't give me any answers, have fun roaming the streets of New Alpha alone."
Something wasn't sitting right with Byron; first a hybrid appears out of no where and she's a young one at that, and then BLOOD actually executing people...there was definitely something wrong. And Byron was going to get to the bottom of it.
The girl watched him walk away before looking to either side of her. She finally realized they were standing in an abandoned street...or it seemed abandoned. And they were alone...and it was creepy....and she was a girl....and-
"Hey, wait up! You're going to rescue me then leave me to die! Some hero you are!" The girl called out, running after Byron. "My name's Sophia by the way! Hey, are you listening? Wait up!"
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 4, 2011 21:28:51 GMT -5
Corona let the three captives catch their breath on the same rooftop that her knap sack was at. Actually deciding to look at them, she could tell maybe one of them was with the cat girl but she wasn't so sure.
"Over the shock yet?" Corona asked.
One the guys did but instead of thanking, he basically ran off. She just shook her head before coming over. "Warp can be a little sickening but deep breaths should even it out. Once you're good, we can get you out and away-"
"Hey, wait up! You're going to rescue me then leave me to die! Some hero you are!" The girl called out, running after Byron. "My name's Sophia by the way! Hey, are you listening? Wait up!"
Corona looked down, removing the scarf portion of her helmet breath and look down, seeing Byron and that hybrid, Sophia.
"If it isn't the dare devil and cattitude."
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 5, 2011 9:32:19 GMT -5
Sophia scurried around Byron, waving her hands in a failing effort to gain his attention again. Byron kept his hard gaze on the street ahead, his mind racing with assumptions and scenarios.
"Hey, are you listening! Will you look at me? Stop!" Sophia stopped and folded her arms, exhaling heavily and suddenly to show she was annoyed. "I didn't come here by choice, you know."
Byron finally stopped, cutting his eye back. "Then it was by force."
"Ye-yeah." Byron's hard gaze had made her stammer a bit, frightened. "Yeah. My home was attacked."
The 19 year old turned to face Sophia. "Attacked by who?"
"I don't know. A bunch of weird, crawly things." Sophia made a face and gestured to how big they were with her hands. "Black things with big, huge yellow eyes. They showed up out of nowhere and I was captured by those guys in red back there. Then I found myself here, standing on a stage in front of a bunch of people I've never seen before, just to find out I'm to made an example of by being executed."
"Wait, you said your world was attacked by black...creatures?" Byron folded his arms and began to think. "Then what was BLOOD doing there?"
"BLOOD?" Sophia questioned.
Byron didn't know what it was, but he was thankful he had rescued Sophia out of all those up there. She had actually been more beneficial than he thought. He knew BLOOD was up to something, but now it appeared their plans were on a galactic scale.
"C'mon, this way." Byron said, leading her off. "We're going to my place."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 5, 2011 10:31:16 GMT -5
"Heartless."
Corona was observing with more interest in how a regular guy would save a random girl but when this catgirl, Sophia, spoke of the creatures of darkness, her attention was immediately on that. She stayed on the roof but knew the moment she got these guys elsewhere, she was following Byron and Sophia to their quarters.
She quickly said some farewells and warped the few captives remaining to a safe place before looking back at the two figures. They were just down the street. Removing her armor, the girl picked up her knap sack and followed them via the rooftops.
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 5, 2011 10:59:21 GMT -5
Byron moved quickly, heading into a narrow alleyway. He took a few turns, led Sophia across two more streets and across a forgotten highway, and finally came to a shabby old building. It wasn't much of anything except an old building of rotting material.
Byron opened the door to the one floor building, the windows completely covered to restrict others from seeing inside. It looked a little better inside; there was an old sofa, a chair, a small table in the center. Three orbs hovered in three corners of the room, emitting a faint glow; they were the source of light.
"It ain't much, but make yourself at home." Byron said, closing the door behind them and locking it. "Go to the next room, I'll be in shortly."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 5, 2011 19:41:13 GMT -5
Corona followed at a safe distance, never losing them once. Once they got to Byron's place, she stopped and dropped down.
She didn't want to barge in but she wanted to location of Sophia's homeworld and what exactly happened. Maybe if the world was still there, she could stop the darkness. Maybe...maybe not.
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 6, 2011 10:55:44 GMT -5
Byron returned after securing the defenses; no one trusted anyone in the ghettos of New Alpha. Sophia was sitting at the old table in Byron's kitchen, her hands resting on the table as she thought. She looked back at Byron as he entered, seeing a bunch of old rags of clothing in his hands.
He tossed them on the table before her. "Better change clothes." He said, sitting down. "You said that BLOOD was on your world when it was attacked, right?"
Sophia investigated the tattered clothes and the odor. "Yeah, that's right. But that was after those black things started tearing the place apart."
"If history is correct, those were Heartless; creatures of darkness who feast upon the hearts of the living." Byron said, thinking back to some old history books he had read. The Heartless weren't a foreign name to any world nowadays, they were well known. And, they were thought to never return.
Guess everyone who thought so was wrong.
"They eat hearts? What kind of sick creepy crawly things are they!?" Sophia practically shouted.
Byron gave a shake of his head. "Nothing sick about it. Apparently, they can only be "freed" by the works of a Keyblade Wielder. And those are scarce these days." He said dimly. "They also can't be trusted. The lot of them left are nothing but everyday people with fancy swords."
Sophia almost dropped the clothing. "A Keyblade Wielder?" She started to stand. "You're saying my home can be saved by one of those!"
Byron gave a soft nod, one that was hesitant. "Sort of. A Keyblade Wielder can help the situation, unless your home has already been swallowed by the darkness. In that case, there isn't anything you can do about it. That, and the Heartless will just move on to another world."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 6, 2011 12:33:05 GMT -5
Corona couldn't help but laugh out loud, knowing she would be heard by Byron and Sophia. The guy was informative but his outlook on keybearers was right on the mark, mostly.
"Scarce and...fancy swords-Kingdom Hearts-" Corona was laughing at the irony, savoring the insult and wishing her own classmate and Master heard Byron say that.
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