Field: Unspecified
Description: A foresty area with tall trees, a creek and lots of boulders around.
Rules:LET'S GET IT ON~.
A pair of aquatic colored eyes blissfully opened and quickly absorbed the bright rays of the sun heavily beating down from the heavens above. The radiant color quickly began to almost pulsate as an opal aura slowly began to emit from the pupil area and cover the sclera of both eyes. The head the twin features were held in slowly began to move side to side in order to fully come to a complete sense of consciousness. As the feeling of the tranquility and peace of the seen surroundings began to be processed by the inner thought organizer of the human body, the calm blue eyes shot wide open. A sense of extreme fear quickly took over as the head and eyes began to violently turn time after time. A sense of urgency was now on the character, but for what reason would such tranquility cause so much anguish?
“WHERE THE FUCK AM I!?”
The deep male voice bellowed as he moved his right arm to his side and firmly placed his palm face down to the warm dry soil covered with grass. Since his arm was in that position, the elbow relating to the same arm was bent at about a forty five degree angle with the tip of the elbow jutting behind the characters body. Tensing the muscles in the same arm, the male pushed against the ground as he felt the soil slowly began to shift a minute bit to incorporate the new weight upon it. As the grassy stems brushed against his fingers, the character unevenly distributed more weight to his arm so that his body began to flow in that exact way. As his body turned and arm fully extended and locked in place, the player moved the leg on the opposite side to the extended arm so that the back of his foot came against his ass. Pushing his foot onto the hard ground, the extended arm tightened once more as the body began to lift from the ground. On instinct, as the body, save the arm and foot, rose, the other foot paralleled the one that first moved. The vibrant blue eyed character slowly let his arm bend once more, but before his body could fall back to the ground once more, the player used a swift and agile motion to extend his arm and throw his weight forward. Feeling a brief since of weightlessness, a great sense of ecstasy filled the mind of the character. It felt as if he was flying…
Of course, the feeling hastily left as his body finally stood upright with feet planted firmly on the ground. “So…what is this place?” The player asked himself as he began to slowly shift his head to the right and left once more. As this motion was applied, the sun’s exuberating rays noticeable bounced off the character’s brilliantly blonde hair which was in the present day “skater” style. Hell, slap a pair of Converse All Stars or Vans on him and he would be the perfect candidate for the X-Games, but that is a different story completely. On the back of his head, the length of his hair stopped exactly at the point of where the hood attached to his cloak was lying. The blue fabric was thin, and easily tore in the midst of battle, but it gave a bit of elemental prowess to add to the player’s assortment of items. After all, it was noticeable that with the combination of rare and common items, the male had quite the arsenal of azure infused items. A blue pair of gloves with black outlining covered his hands. The thick leathery substance was held tight on the fingers by two blue metallic rings wrapped around the wrist area, one for each arm. His arms were tan and bear, except for the shirt sleeves which dangled normally over the shoulder and covering a bit of the bicep region. The shirt itself was a forest green with random designs. A large black studded belt with a large buckle was met with the bottom brim of the shirt. And of course, the belt was tied around a pair of shorts which were a dark khaki and stretched to just below the knees. Covering his feet were just a normal pair of shoes, brand name of CC Corp.
Beginning to finally take in his surroundings, the player slowly began to place one of his arms to the region directly behind his head. There, sat a large harness with a massive grip sticking from the leather bound. With eyes still moving every second as not to be taken by surprise, the Heavy Blade slowly started to place one foot in front of the other. Since he had no idea what was to await him, he had to at least be prepared for that boogeyman to jump out at any time. The place he was, seemed like a paradise though. Nothing could go wrong in a place which looked so relaxing, but then again there were not many places in “The World” which gave off a negative feel. Traversing only a few feet, the Heavy Blade stopped in his tracks. Something was not right; he still had no idea why he was in the field to begin with. Loosening the grip on his sword, the player came to a realization which had eluded his mind until the very second. If I have truly been here, that means it is safe. After all, my body was not mauled or looted. Thus, I declare safety. With everything looking up, beside the creepy face the player woke up in a field instead of the Lambda Server Hideout, the Heavy Blade decided he would take care of some business before returning to his ‘home’. In the past few quests, the male had noticed some very strange actions from one of his companions. He wanted to figure out if she was truly able to perform the duties necessary of her.
Flashmail
To: Sekai
From: Hacorie
I know you do not know me, and probably do not like me for what I did to Devil, but if you could please come meet me at…umm…well actually I have no idea…*checks* Lambda: Unmatched Fantasy Paradise, it would be great. I would like to talk if you do not mind.
--Hacorie
End Flashmail
As the mail was sent, the Heavy Blade slowly relaxed his tense shoulders as he looked up into the sky. Earlier, he was being pelted by random rays of sun, and he knew exactly why the light had not fully enveloped his body. Large leaves covered the branches of many enormous trees in the area. Of course, the leaves were a grand green and the trunks a healthy brown. It would be the perfect place for the two to meet. After all, who knew what would actually erupt from Hac calling out the shy and non aggressive member of the Freedom Fighters to the field. He had never really even heard this Sekai talk. She was quiet and mysterious and only seemed to open up to Zan.
“I guess I will see if she can truly handle it…I just hope she is not too fragile for what I have planned.” Hac stated to himself as the sword on his back disappeared and a new one appeared by his side. This one though, was thin and long: a katana.
“Come Sekai…”
SP: 158 / 158
(OOC: and it finally begins…let’s do away with that petty time limit rule since it’s been forever since this has been opened. Let’s have a good warm up for the Tourney, eh?”)
Her eyes flashed angrily when the Devil was mentioned in one of the Freedom Fighters' Flashmail, the distrust clear in her heart for a good moment before she shook her head and set her resolve as iron clad as she could muster at the moment. To be fair, she needed to give him the benefit of the doubt, that she would not be attacked for her attempt to placate Angel-san and get the Freedom Fighters out of there without another unneeded death. Unfortunately, she was a little too upset despite how things had turned out with Angel-san in the first place. Though her... time with Kira was more then well spent and had given her a quiet kind of strength that, according to the AI, suited her rather well.
Quietly murmuring the keywords given inside the flashmail, Sekai found herself looking around a wooded area populated with boulders here and, somewhere around, the sound of a well fed creek. Short white hair fluttered around her ears as she looked around the area a little more, a sense of peace stealing over her mind and easing some of the tension out of her body. Brown leather armor around her chest, green hakama with black hiking boots on her feet and hardened, ceramic like plate armor around her hips to provide more protection from the elements and from any attacks that might come her way. All in all, she looked rather at home in this kind of world, and in this kind of wooded field. Probably something out of Lord of the Rings or some other famous fantasy novel centered around a forest adventure.
'This could very well be a trap of some sort, I need to be on my guard and expect the worst to come... no matter what.'
Kira stirred within her mind, speaking from her own point of view, though clueless as to who this Angel character was and why she was being uptight about the whole thing. Then again, there was a lot of things she didn't seem to know about the girl, and vice versa, and would have to be patient to find out about.
You can't hold that Devil thing against them, they're only trying to survive and doin' what they do.
Regardless of that, she informed the AI quite strictly, it wasn't fair for them to take another's life after one had surrendered. Whatever it was that this... Hacorie-san wanted to speak about, she wanted it to be quick... and before the Eventide Crescendo were to go off to their next field. Sunlight glinted off of something metallic as she made her way through the forest, pausing to slide behind one of the trees and look around from behind it. A katana; he was a Heavyblade, which usually meant she'd be a little more comfortable around him... if it weren't for the fact that, well, she'd been asked to come and talk.
Then again, her gold eyes narrowed, she knew exactly how the Freedom Fighters liked to “talk”.
Slipping out one of her bows from her inventory and stringing the weapon, she tested the weight pulling against her and notched her arrow in preparation. The spell within it was a stronger one, the strongest of her skills she had available to her, though rumor had it that there were bows with a legendary level three skill, rather than the level two as she was used to. Biting her lip, she straightened her back out against the bark of the tree and peered around the edge of the trunk. Also, she was being rather careful about keeping her weapon hidden from sight as she tentatively called out to the man holding his weapon.
“Is there something I may help you with, Hacorie-san? I cannot linger for very long, I have a prior engagement that I must attend to soon or they will surely leave without me. Please forgive my rudeness in being so forward and impatient.”
Whatever he thought she'd sound like, it probably wasn't like what she did. Extremely polite when it came to addressing him, though there was definitely a hesitant, uncertain and wary note in her soft spoken voice. She couldn't be, if voice dictated how old a person was, more than about fifteen or sixteen years old by the sound, though the style was definitely more old fashioned.
I won't interfere with this, but if shit goes sour, I'm going to spook him to give you a preemptive strike or at least a little time to move away. He won't expect a ghost to come flying at him and disappear.
'Thank you, I... don't have a very good feeling about this.'
Now, all she could do was wait, and see what he wanted.
((SP: 221))
