The Fire of One's Past

by **Aura** 14th March 2016, 6:19 am

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The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 14th March 2016, 6:19 am

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by **Aura** 19th March 2016, 1:22 pm

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 19th March 2016, 1:22 pm

{ Magnolia - Training Site }

Introducing:

A large encampment at the edges of the forests that surrounded Magnolia, set strategically to avoid any priers from sneaking in or bothering the training regime going on within those make-shift walls. Although the sun had risen mere hours ago, ruckus and clamouring arose from within the encampment. Steel hitting steel echoed throughout the forest, whilst hundreds of synchronized footsteps rhythmically stomped unto the ground, their vibrations carrying further into the soil that was still dense from the morning dew. Captain Cain Aeris Relrye watched carefully as his new recruits marched past him; this was their daily routine. Every morning, when the sun could only jest to sneak a peek behind the horizon, Relrye would awaken from his slumber, as would the entire camp with him. Relrye, a high-ranking official, was not part of the Rune Knights, but had instead been affiliated with one of the Magic Council members during his training as a Rune Knight. If one were to compare his status and strength, he would easily been named commander. This man however did not see much in titles, and had settled with 'captain', since it had a better ring to it.

Among all these recruits, there was one he'd never thought to see among the joint ranks of the Rune Knights; his own daughter, Ageha. Ageha, silver-haired and as stubborn as he'd been in his younger years, was not one to call for attention, yet somehow managed to always be the center of it. It had a charm to it, but this child didn't have the social capabilities to actually deal with the spotlights, and in the end had become an isolated peon, rather than a soaring butterfly. Yet he found it odd that she, of all people, was the one to be dead-serious about and during missions, and highly curious on every detail. As captain Relrye gazed at the rising sun, a glistering caught his eye in the distance, making him perk up and rise to his feet almost instantly. His second-in-command, still half asleep, startled as his superior got up so rashly and stared at the tall man with semi-frowned brows. Relrye gestured at his second to oversee the training routines, while he left the premise of the training grounds. The flickering drew closer, until the silhouette of a birdlike creature came into view.

It ceased its flight halfway the encampment and hovered above the master tent until it pinpointed his target and soared down, its claws grasping the muscled lower arm of the captain, who'd put it up for the majestic bird to land on. The messenger bird, an armoured silverwing hawk, landed gracefully and snapped its wings a final time before folding them upon its back. Its black beady eyes glanced upon the armoured, dark haired man, who stroked the beast's head as a reward for its hard work and entered his tent. Within the vicinity of this enhanced tent Relrye confiscated the letter attached to his companion and unsealed the crest, reading through the contents in the blink of an eye. He sighed and lowered the letter, dropping it unto a stand nearby and shook his head. Of all times, they needed him to take care of something this trivial? He might have misheard when they said that getting new recruits was the utmost priority, but having him go on a journey to confirm mere rumours? No, by far, he'd do all but that. Tanuki, the armoured hawk, shrieked loudly for a moment and shifted its weight to the right. This behaviour would've seemed normal to anyone other than the captain, who merely sighed as he poured himself a cup of water.

"Ageha, stop acting childish and get in here, will you? This is no playground, not even for you."

An annoyed grunt escaped the youth's lips as she rose from her crouched stance and pushed back the drape that functioned as a door, greeting her father with a simple nod. The hawk shrieked again, though this time more happily. "Yeah, thanks for ratting me out, you little cheat." The steel mage said, rolling her eyes as the bird hopped about happily. "Don't act so full of yourself, you-"

Coughing interrupted the young mage's lecture, and she gazed upon her father. Dark hair adorned this pale man's face, crew cut around his right side, whilst an unruly, wavy bang covered the left side. His eyes were dark, but tinted slightly red. Their eyes were the only thing this pair had in common, which wasn't all too odd, seeing as they hadn't been truly related to one another. Cain Aeris Relrye was the man who'd taken the then 6 year-old orphaned Ageha in after her village had been reduced to nothingness during a raid. Her life itself was hanging by a thread as he arrived, and for months on end she'd danced with Death, until she finally managed to slip through his fingers and return to the land of the living. He'd been the one there when she woke up, and they'd been inseparable ever since. Although they got into each other's hair more often than not, they'd helped each other grow, and aside from parent-child relation also fostered a deeper bond that showed itself in an odd teacher-student relation.

"You are acting too full of yourself for even jesting that Tanuki wouldn't sense your presence, Ageha... stop toying about with the bird and get over here. A request just came in." he replied, catching the silver-haired's attention almost instantly. Dribbling over to his side, she spied for any piece of parchment near to peek upon, but instead found herself staring at Cain's eagle-like armour as he blocked her path. "Eyes up here, kid."

She sighed, but obediently stepped back and gazed into her foster father's dark eyes. "So, what did they write about this time?"

"Something truly simple; about a mage straying from his path and wrecking havoc. There has yet to be actual evidence, but the sightings have given name to this person--" Cain held up another parchment, this one containing a detailed description and profile of the supposed culprit, and handed it to his daughter. "They wanted me to go, and I would've if it weren't for the lack of evidence."

Ageha nodded as she studied the parchment closely. They'd attempted for a facial composite, but the lack of actual details regarding this man's facial appearance made it quite hard to pull off. What they were sure of however was the hair colour, estimated length, body type and clothing. Unconsciously making a composite of him herself, the Rune Knight recruit glanced up from the document. "In a nutshell, you want me to go in your stead and check it out?"

"Correct. The last sightings locate him at Ace of Spades, near the premises of Sabertooth. He has yet to strike, but I want you to go there as soon as possible and gain intel on this individual. If the culprit happens to be present, apprehend him on the spot and bring him in for questioning."

"That seems easy enough! Consider it done, father. I'll report back as soon as I discover anything of importance." Ageha replied resolutely as she saluted, after which she turned on the back of her heels and made her way towards the door. Her hand had only grazed the cloth of the doorway as she was called to a halt. She turned, facing her father and teacher, who'd followed her to the doorway.

"They reported him to have an affinity with quite the destructive magic, Ageha... please be careful, alright?" His otherwise stern voice and cold expression had lost to the worry he felt as a parent, and showed a more frail side to the fearsome captain. His daughter merely smiled as she pulled her father closer for a hug. She could feel his breath against her forehead, and his hand resting on top of her head. "Don't worry about me, dad. Have some faith in your disciple. Have faith in your daughter's capabilities, okay? I'll be back, I promise." She released her grip on the fazed captain and smiled gently before exiting his quarters, muttering a last farewell as she departed for what would become a dangerous adventure.

An adventure in which the flames of the past would rise and devour all.
Nevertheless, that all-consuming fire was also what would drive her, and the one she was soon to meet, into a far riskier tale.
A tale that'd become a legend.

"Don't worry father... I will succeed."

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by **Kite Wilhelm** 28th March 2016, 10:04 pm

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Kite Wilhelm 28th March 2016, 10:04 pm

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- Kite

Just like always Kite could be found sitting in the chair of his ship, the only thing that was different was the location of his ship while he usually docked up on a platform connected to the floating guild hall that was in the air that wasn’t the case on this day. Kite had parked Tailspin right in the heart of the Ace of Spades. Being a member of the Sabertooth Guild, he was pretty well known throughout the town, but not just by name or reputation but by personally interacting with the residents of the town. Kite had just made it back to town after picking up supplies for the town and dropping it off for them. Kite was sitting on the on the ramp of his ship in his chair while the people whom he was acting as a delivery man for pick up their possessions. One particular person caught the attention of the Demon slayer and that was the old woman who he use to visit during his short residency in the town, before he got his ship. Kite smiled at her ”So you left your rocking chair today? What’s the occasion.“ he said standing up to offer her his chair which she slowly accepted as she planted her butt in the chair “Well it had been a while since you came by for a visit and your ship wasn’t easy to miss.” Kite entered his ship only to leave her alone for a brief moment while he got her a cup of tea, handing it to her before he took a seat on the ground next to her ”Yeah sorry about that. Things have been hectic lately. I’ll do my best to come by more often.“ he declared to her almost as a promise. “I understand especially with the rumors that are going around.” Kite’s eyes perked up and his crimson eyes locked onto her closed eyes as she sipped her tea. Kite couldn’t be sure what rumors she was referring to but his curiosity got the better of him for that moment and simply asked ”Rumors?“ The old lady set her teacup in her lap and looked at him “Oh so you don’t know?” She said cryptically before looked at the towns folk only to lock onto his eyes once again. “Have you heard the rumors of the Flame Mage who is out of control?” Kite shook his head “It would figure. You are hardly ever in one place to hear rumors… there is this rumor of a Flame mage running a muk throughout Fiore. This Flame mage is said to belong to a guild and uses a white flame.” The words White flame echoes in his mind and his eyes widened as he pointed to himself ”Is this rumor about me?“ Kite asked nervously awaiting the answer but it would have to wait until another sip of tea hit the woman’s lip. “There is no name, but this mage seems to bare the Sabertooth emblem.” Kite stood up and looked at her ”Do you think it’s me?“ he asked her on the defensive not sure what to expect but she simply smiled “ Kite I haven’t known you for very long, but I know you have a kind heart and are a good guy. I don’t think you have it in you to hurt innocent people in such away… but there might be those who don’t share that sentiment.” She stood up shakily and used her cane to walk away “Watch your back.” She would say before heading home, leaving Kite to himself to ponder these rumors.

Kite could have raced off to deal with this imposter but who knows, maybe that is what this poser would be expecting, so instead Kite entered his ship and decided to direct his frustration in a more positive way, in training. The training Kite would perform would take roughly an hour and a half, a combination of both physical and magical work. He relocated himself below deck in the cargo bay started with a half an hour of physical conditioning consisting of 100 push ups, 100 sit ups and 100 pull ups on the bar he had fixed on the wall underneath the catwalk. The next half hour was focused on combat basics using shadow boxing as his means of practice, he would work various combos ranging from basic boxing hand combos with elbows worked into it, he also threw kicks and knees to mix up his fighting style. This particular session was one of his more favorites for it allowed him to apply his combat skills on a conceptual level it also allowed him to enter a battle meditation where his mind was at its most calm. The calm mind started to attack the questions in his mind but in particular the single most important question ”This guy.. Pretending to be me, what’s his goal?“ but the answer wasn’t coming to him. It would make sense that someone he beaten on a job would be out for revenge but half of those bone heads would just take the fight to him and not do this cloak and dagger stuff. Between the workout and the anger inducing questions he had managed to make himself hungry, and thus his stomach let out a loud grumble. ”That's it for now. Food time.“ he said to himself as he walked up the catwalk of the ship leaving the Cargobay ramp open giving access to anyone who were to enter. Once he reached the door way to the dining area he went right to the pantry and started to make himself something to eat consisting of Ramen and eggs
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by **Aura** 30th March 2016, 7:12 pm

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 30th March 2016, 7:12 pm

Ace of Spades loomed in the distance, the castle towering above the town that had sprouted around it. From what she'd heard, this had once been the Sabertooth Guild's headquarters, but had now been renovated to accommodate its members better, whilst the actual guild had been relocated to a flying island. That did explain the large amount of ships on her way here. At first she'd thought that the rumours she'd been following up till now all mentioned a harbour located at the sea, or at the very least, a large puddle of water. Little did the young Rune Knight recruit know that the aforementioned harbour was one especially made for aircrafts, and that she had to find out which one of the airships present was her target at hand. A sigh escaped the young woman's lips as she buried her face within her palms, exhaling deeply and moving her hands up, running them through her hair. This would prove to become a long day.... first to awkwardly address people, then to ask them about her target's possible whereabouts, and at last find her way towards said location. Ageha didn't like the first step in her foolproof plan. Neither did she like step two, or three, for that matter. She'd probably screw up one of those anyway.

Thus, the half-hearted Steel mage made her way into town, and spent nearly four hours trying to address an old lady, who on her turn tried to stuff Ageha with cookies and whatnot. Ageha managed to flee the scene when the elderly woman took off to get her some milk, and had since then restlessly gazed upon every single elder she came to pass. The most elderly of this village would probably know the best gossips around town, but then again, their knowledge and age also came with an unhealthy dose of craziness. Ageha had that too. The craziness I mean, not the knowledge... nor the age, for that matter. Sighing, the young silver-haired woman scuffled to another shadow that neighboured hers, and from there on out eyed several passerby in a similar fashion as a shady mugger. Staring and trying to find something that was of value... or in her case, looking for any type of edible items within their reach. If the answer was no, she'd walk up to them. Sadly however, most of them sped up their pace when seeing those ruby eyes sparkle from within the shadows, making it impossible for her to actually talk to someone. Thus her search continued, with no valuable information showing itself until somewhere after midday, when the old lady that'd stuffed her with cookies found her again. Threatened with milk and cookies, the Steel mage had staggered back, valiantly trying to keep the distance between them, and blurted out that she was looking for a purple-haired, tall guy instead of cookies.

The elderly woman halted halfway her gesture and tilted her head as she watched the silver-haired youth closely, asking why exactly she needed to know about such a man. Unable to actually make words of her true intentions, Ageha claimed to have been searching for said man's ship for a long while now, after having seen it somewhere a long time ago. The story she made up on the spot actually made sense for once, and soon enough the old lady had given her the location, be it only that she'd take the cookies with her in return. But not for her this time. These cookies were for Kite. Kite who? Kite Wilhelm. Oh, right, yes. Of course. She knew that.

Half an hour later, with a bag of cookies clenched within her hand, Ageha stared upon the large steel aircraft in front of her. The thought of entering a wooden creating had already left her mind, and now was replaced with a frantic mulching of the rusty cogwheels within the deepest parts of her consciousness, trying to figure out how the hell she was supposed to board that thing. She saw no clear entrance, no easy way to climb it AND, if things hadn't been tough enough already, couldn't find any other legitimate way of giving the elderly woman's cookies to the criminal she was supposed to apprehend. Although, if she was able to find any of the crew members, she might be able to enter with the pretence of delivering the round, chocolate-filled sweetness. She sighed and stepped back to get a closer look at the massive steel fortress one called 'a ship', and frowned. How did they even fly this thing around? "Well, whatever, it's not like that's any of my business." The steel mage muttered as she clenched the bag between her teeth and cracked her knuckles. If she couldn't find a way in, she'd just get to the bottom of this. Or more preferably, the top.

With black metal forming around her wrists, hands and lower arms, the silver-haired Shinko mage readied herself for the short sprint that was soon to follow. Once near the edge, Ageha jumped and slammed both her fists into the ship's hull, the blades protruding from her gauntlets now pinned within the metal surface. Pulling out one of the blades and stabbing it higher up the hull, the young woman repeated this process until she reached about a third of the ship's height. The metal here seemed less sturdy than the rest, and Ageha, brilliant as she always was when on a mission, didn't find any better way than to potter with the hole her blade had made, enlarging it to the point she could actually put both her hands through it. Ageha dispelled one of the gauntlets and smashed her fist through the hardened steel wall, slowly tearing the metal further apart until she could step through it. Her thought of there being a free space behind the wall was a lucky guess, as she'd unknowingly entered the ship's catwalk, and listened carefully whether someone was in her vicinity. Which on a second thought was quite retarded, seeing that she'd just forcefully made herself a new entrance through the side of the ship, of all things.

When clattering resonated from further ahead, Ageha shifted her attention towards the direction it came from and slowly drew closer, until she noticed the interior changing to a more welcoming wooden furniture. Before she knew it she found herself in the doorway, staring at what could've been the most handsome criminal she'd ever seen. Literally towering above her like a giant, with broad shoulders and spiky, pale blue-shaded hair draped over them. His deep red eyes seemed to reflect her own, who seemed but a few shades brighter than his. She blinked, baffled by the one standing before her and shook her head, absent-mindedly throwing the cookies unto the table he was seated at as she tried to get her thoughts back together. This was a wanted criminal she was supposed to apprehend and bring to justice! Not to fangirl and drool over! Eyeing the pale-haired young man, Ageha, in a sudden fit of her somewhat unique seriousness, grabbed hold of the doorpost and casually pulled the wooden beam off the wall, holding it as a fighting pole.

"I'm here to arrest you for crimes committed against the people of Fiore, and I have cookies for you too, so you better come along quietly!"

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by **Kite Wilhelm** 31st March 2016, 11:58 pm

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Kite Wilhelm 31st March 2016, 11:58 pm

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"You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

- Kite

Kite reached into one of the overhead cabinet and pulled out one of the pots for boiling and placed it on top of the stove after filling it three quarters with water and proceeded to turn the stove top on in order to bring the water to a solid boil. He then walked over to the cubby’s along the wall and lifted one of the small doors open taking out a pack of noodles that would be used in his ramen and placed them onto the counter next to the pot and the various spices that he would use to make his meal complete but he had some time before the water would be ready to cook his ramen so he took his seat at the wooden table in his usual chair and leaned back in it letting the varous questions run through his head. The idea of questioning what was going on wasn’t a bad one but the problem was that the questions that were forming in the demon slayer’s mind were some of the most infuriating ones he had ever thought up. Such as who the hell would go out of their way to impersonate him, what would they have to gain? And most importantly how long until trouble would pay him a visit? All of these were very good questions but there weren’t many answers that could be just as good. The answers pertaining to the why were easiest to guess at ”If I had to take a guess, this guy playing me is looking to get a rise out of me. Perhaps go on a hunt and confront me. It’s not such a bad idea..but at the same time that would play into his hands pretty quickly.“ He paused as he pressed his hand under his chin and hummed ”I am not entirely sure what these accusations consist of but there is a good chance that even if I find him, which I might not it would only make me look more guilty than I am...which is not at all...“ Kite rocked back and forth a few times ”It’s also possible that he isn’t looking for a direct confrontation. Maybe he wants to give me a bad rep and being a member of Sabertooth it wouldn’t be hard to track me or my ship down for a bounty hunter or a mercenary...A group like that could make things messy in town if i were inclined to fight back.. Which I would of course. I mean have you not met me?“ He asked rhetorically. The topic of what they would have to gain was tricky, he didn’t have much in the way of enemies, in fact his interaction with Dark Mages was non existent so he would doubt it was anyone like that but then again it could be someone who he burned during a job for the guild plenty of them involved putting down groups of thugs but then again on a job he made it a point to have those who he beat remember what his flames felt like so he doubt any of them would get have the courage to pull this off or the brain for that matter. The What and the who sorta melded together the more he thought, on account that one can’t exist without the other. ”I hardly doubt that this would be the handy work of Asmodeous. He may be a demon but he is rather secluded, not to mention he has more of a direct approach when it comes to his schemes that involve me.“ he mentally crossed the Fire Demon King’s name off the list he made in his brain giving him a grand total of zero. It was when he thought of the number zero that his brain took him in a direction he had never expected it to go, he started to think of a time and people he had all but forgotten which the thought of made his eyes widen ”no, Why would they be involved? It has been years since our last encounter plus they know nothing about my life..but what if..“ and the sizzling sound of water touching the flames snapped him out of the train of thoughts ”That is silly.“ he said as he pushed himself up out of his seat and walked over to the stove and cracked the noodles into the water and added the spices to the eventual soup.

While he was cooking he decided to let his questions shift to the back of his mind, right now it wasn’t the time to dwell or worry about such things. It only took the soup a couple of minutes to cook and be placed into a bowl ready to eat. With a slight pep in his step Kite walked the bowl to the table with a spoon and a set of chopsticks which he split apart right away and started to use them to guide the ramen up into his mouth which she slurped down followed by and ahh sound. He had been distracted by his meal that he didn’t pay much attention to anything else but upon finishing his meal a thought occurred to him ”It might be a good idea if I get airborne, less likely I will have any sort of visitors.“ but of course this should have been his thought before hand, for the next thing he heard was a loud bang which caused Kite to sit up in his seat, his gaze fixed on the door way that not only connected the foredeck to the dining area where he was, but it also lead to the catwalk where he heard the loud bang but instead of rushing to investigate he just waited a fight on the catwalk would result in someone getting hurt like his ship but he didn’t expect to see what sort of visitor he was having. Now before him was a beautiful lady with long silver hair with a large purple bow in her hair which was fixed in a pony tail. Her eyes were locked onto his matching his color only off by a shade or two at most, she was short and her wardrobe was quite stylish rocking a sleeveless grey top with a collar and very low cut cleavage. He pants were black held up by a purple colored belt that matched the tie hanging from her neck at that moment he couldn’t help but take in the view, it wasn’t often he had such a lovely looking guest but it was soon made clear that she was here on strictly business. She had tossed a bag of cookies onto the table which smelled like granny’s cookies, Granny was the same lady who he shared tea with, and seeing as he never had grandparents he took to calling her Granny which she didn’t mind. However before he could utter a word whether it be a greeting, introduction or gratitude for saving Granny the trip over to drop off cookies she spoke announcing that she was there to arrest the demon slayer for crimes he didn’t commit and mentioned that she had cookies for him and that he should come along quietly. Kite let out a sigh ”It’s always work with the good looking girls isn’t it?“ he said alluding to a separate instance but digressed back to the matter at hand which was a hot chick who was now holding a piece of his ship as if it was a weapon ”Arrest you say? Hmm that would make you a rune knight most likely. “ he stopped speaking and just sat forward with his hand in front of him, his tattoo in his left hand covered by his right which slowly moved and vanished which unlocked the gate to hades, which held his sword Shamash which was sliding into his hand under the table from a ripple in thin air. ”Aren’t you knights suppose to uphold a certain code of conduct? First you I assume you break into my ship literally and then you break a piece of my ship off to fight me with?“ he pulled the bag of cookies closer ”Sorry sweetheart. I would have been more willing to come along had you not damaged my ship...Also point of interest. Saying you have cookies after giving me the bag isn’t much of an incentive as you might think.“ he popped a cookie into his mouth and held in it between his teeth but moved it to the side for the moment to speak. ”I won’t be getting arrested for a crime I didn’t commit, so if you wanna collar me then come get me.“ he would say standing up from the table pulling his massive six foot broadsword out fully and held it over his shoulder ready to see what this knight had to offer in a fight.
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by **Aura** 2nd April 2016, 1:29 pm

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 2nd April 2016, 1:29 pm

Ageha smiled as her target, named Kite Wilhelm according to the old lady, immediately replied in orderly fashion by summoning a large sword from a poclet dimension. Although a slightly nervous smile at first, due to his blunt comments about good looking girls and putting a collar on him regarded to her. It had then changed to a more pleased smile, even though the nervous blush still remained upon her cheeks for a few moments more, when noticing how well he handled the broadsword with merely one hand. So this man had quite the bit of physical strength, seeing him swing the six foot sword with such ease and actually stepped back when he stood up and drew closer. Ageha smirked as she clenched her fingers around the wooden beam, leaving deep gashes as her fingers exerted pressure on her make-shift and dug deep into them. There was no way she could do something useful with this beam now. It had been merely a tool to impress him, which it all but did, and would serve as firewood when used in battle against that giant sword of his. There were two things she could do as of now; 1. Use any kind of magic in order to counter the sword, or 2. try grappling the blade and using her strength to disarm him physically. Option two seemed more plausible and advantageous, seeing that such a large weapon was worth naught when the opponent could manage to get into a close-quarter fighting distance. Although in order to get that close, she would have to move quickly and best of all, almost instantly so he wouldn't see her intention of doing so. Using a spell might've worked too, if it weren't for the cramped space, in which most of her spells were ineffective or couldn't even be summoned without doing too much damage to the ships interior. After all, she was still a member of the Rune Knights, and they wouldn't appreciate the amount of damage she'd do to the ship, since they'd have to refund it later on. Or at the very least keep it from her pay check. "I didn't expect you to come along without some effort." she replied casually. All these thoughts had rushed through her head in just a mere second, whikst she put the wooden beam on top of her foot and waited for Kite to get from behind the table, then kicked her foot upward a bit and waited till the beam tilted diagonally as it became ariborn. Once the beam nearly floated horizontically in the air, Ageha set her hand against the end of the beam and pushed forward with all her strength, sending the beam flying straight at her pale-haired opponent. Once it was well off and gone to the supposed target, Ageha stepped in and followed in the beams wake, her golden-veined dark metal materializing around her lower arms and quickly growing the 3.5 feet reversed blades that accompanied its orginal form. If she had calculated his actions correctly, he'd either side-step the beam or cut through it, in which both of the cases she would follow up with an attack to get him off balance.

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by **Kite Wilhelm** 6th April 2016, 5:43 pm

Kite Wilhelm

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Post n°7

Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Kite Wilhelm 6th April 2016, 5:43 pm

NOTES

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STATUS.
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MP-100
Cool Down

Enemies

NOTES.
"Word “
"Thought “

"You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

- Kite

Kite stood at his end of the table with Shamash held over his shoulder with his eyes fixed on the knight that stand in his ship welding the long piece of wood that was broken off from the doorway she had entered from. Ideas were whirling around in his head on how to approach the situation, he already got his flirtatious introduction out of the way which to his delight she seemed to have been caught off guard and even blushed a bit but where he should go from there was a whole nother matter altogether. Had she been some random bounty hunter he would have had no problem blasting them out of his ship, literally but with this current situation he couldn’t just attack outright anymore. ”If the Rune Knights are paying me a visit then this might be more serious that I had initially thought.“ he thought to himself trying to discover a way where he could avoid this fight and also not get arrested at the same time but judging by how the girl was carrying herself at the moment with her fingers indenting the beam she was gripping. ”but of course she wants to fight and there doesn’t seem to be around that. I don’t want to hurt her and have the knights out to get me anymore than they already are.” he thought to himself but he soon picked up the bag from the table and put one of the cookies from it in his mouth, gripping it with his teeth as he moved away from the table and attempted to walk along its side but the moment he was partially out from behind the table the knight threw the first “punch” so to speak. Kite watched as she used her foot to kick the beam into the air and with enough hand eye coordination she waited until the beam rotated so it was horizontal with the ground and following a fierce punch Kite now had a wooden beam rocketed towards him like a missile. Kite had several ways he could go about countering this move. For starters he could use his breath attack which would not only incinerate the beam but also catch the girl in the plume of flames, but that wouldn’t be good at all, he didn’t want to actually hurt her unless it was completely unavoidable. He could also slash the beam down the middle but he knew that would be the obvious route he could take but an idea popped up and he smirked as he was ready to put his plan into motion.

Kite hooked the leg of the table with his foot and slid it over to him and he followed up with a smooth transition by lifting his foot kicking his end of the table into the air in front of him with enough force to block the flying wooden beam but that wasn’t all. Kite would side step outside of the table which would allow him to have a proper flank if the knight came in with a follow up attack and give him a solid opening. He would would spin as he stepped to the side and brought the blunt side of the sword swinging towards the space that would be in front of the table like a baseball bat and it would catching any attackers who were caught unaware of the possibility of the tactic. He was well aware he could probably use his magic and end the fight in the early stages but he knew that if he were to get any sort of information a hurt Rune Knight wouldn’t be the best route, he also had no idea of just how strong the girl, he had to gauge her strength so he could select the correct course of action.
”“

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by **Aura** 7th April 2016, 4:38 pm

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Post n°8

Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 7th April 2016, 4:38 pm

To her surprise, Kite Wilhelm did none of the aforementioned moves she'd thought off, and slid the table closer, kicking it up and using it as a shield to stop the beam. The beam on the other hand, if it had been thrown by any other regular human being, would've stopped when connecting with the table. However now, when thrown by a small girl carrying inhuman strength, it pierced through the table without slowing down, leaving a clean hole in the table as it came to a hard standstill against the steel framing in the back, denting the reinforced iron wall as it splintered completely. Ageha, who'd not expected any of this to happen, found herself soaring towards the table with no way to dodge it. She could've opted to just cut through the table, but had seen Kite side-stepping to the left and initiating an 'attack' from the corner of her eye. This was not good. Even if she were to manage to turn, she wouldn't be able to dodge the incoming sword one bit. All she could do was brace herself for the impact of the large steel weapon, of which the supposed criminal didn't even use the cutting edge of, as if he was trying not to hurt her. Well, at least not physically, yet had done so in an unconscious mental way, as the way he used the blunt side of his sword made it look like he was about to squash a giant mosquito. And by all means, she did not view herself as a mosquito. Not in presence, nor in attack.

Thus the steel mage hid her face behind her arms, which she due to the blades connected to her lower arms couldn't use as a cross-guard, and felt how her metal connected with his. The cheer force sent her flying, and after a moment of carefree soaring through the room, crashed into the wooden furniture located at the side. Although some of the cushions scattered over the couch had softened her fall, the remnants of wooden construction obstinately poking her kidneys didn't feel so nice. She shook her head and scrambled back unto her feet, her hair now loosely dangling over her shoulders. Pulling her top straight, she kicked a piece of wood out of her way and glared at the pale-haired man. Although the crash had left her with a few bruises and a cut on her bared arm, she did not feel much of the aching pain, which came in pretty handy right now. He'd just made things worse for him, though; getting her ass handed to her in such a casual manner didn't really help her maintain her calm, and she could feel how the adrenaline coursed through her veins. Of all things, not taking her seriously was the one thing she hated the most. Foe or not, Ageha preferred someone going all out against her rather than being careful or holding back, since she could then say she'd at least fought an opponent at full strength. This from of pity however she considered a stain on her reputation as a mage. She smashed her still armoured fist into her palm, cracked her knuckles and slowly walked up to the red-eyed man.

"Are you looking down on me so much that you merely wish to slap me aside like an annoying bug?" Ageha asked, neglecting everything her foster father had told her about being careful. She knew nothing of her opponent's magic, aside that it was destructive. Yet even with this vague amount of knowledge, Ageha cared not and proceeded to provoke him. "Am I not worthy enough of seeing your full strength-- Do you truly like mocking me to this extend, huh?! Answer me!" The silver-haired woman drew even closer to Kite, her eyes blazing with agitation as she trampled upon the purple bow that'd come undone during the crash. Her hair swayed gently behind her, yet made her look that much more fierce. Ageha had been known as the embodiment of the following proverb 'And though she be but little, she is fierce.' And she planned on staying true to it till the very last breath her life were to utter.

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by **Kite Wilhelm** 11th April 2016, 9:55 pm

Kite Wilhelm

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Post n°9

Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Kite Wilhelm 11th April 2016, 9:55 pm

NOTES

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STATUS.
HP-300
MP-100
Cool Down

Enemies

NOTES.
"Word “
"Thought “

"You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

- Kite

Kite’s plan on using the table to deflect the incoming wooden beam didn’t work out quite as well as he had planned. The original plan was to have the table deflect the wooden beam and provide cover for his flanking tactic but it only did one of the two for the beam had enough force to pierce right through the table and flew past the demon slayer if not for his left flank he would have been hit by it. Luckily for him he was the one who would nail the knight with the blunt side of his sword and with the sound of clashing metal his sword met her bladed gauntlets and sent her crashing into the wooden furniture in the lounge area next to the dining area. He closed his eyes realizing he wasn’t thinking his attack out thoroughly and now added more things to replace as a result of this little fight and he even let out a sigh ”A table and chairs now...great.“ he said in a whisper to himself as the knight worked her way to her feet and gave the slayer a steely glare. He saw her arms were cut a bit from the bits of wood from the broken chairs and tables that were victims of the fight. He noticed how frustrated she was, her hair that was neatly pulled back into her ribbon now loose over her shoulder and her eyes pierced into his soul as she kicked a piece of wood out of her way and approached him but not to continue the fight but after smacking her fist into her open hand and cracked her knuckles she approached him but Kite just stood there holding his sword at his side ready to dodge if she were to swing at him but she didn’t instead she started to speak to him which caught him off guard a bit. She asked him if he looked down on her so much that he was trying to treat her like an insect by slapping her to the side, Kite already had an answer for her question but he didn’t get a chance to speak for she wasn’t done and he didn’t want to interrupt her, he watched as the bow that was in her hair came completely free and her hair flowed behind her naturally and made her look more like a warrior, fierce and proud and something about her was alluring but he was snapped out when she demanded he answered her question if she was someone he found worthy of his full strength or not.

Kite shook his head ”I honestly do not want to fight you and as far as wishing goes I’d settle for a name or a date.“ he said as he walked passed her and picked up the ribbon that had fallen to the ground with his free hand and held it out to her ”But it seems that I dishonored you by not giving you my all.“ he would wait for her to take the ribbon and start to head towards the foredeck corridor, the doorway she had come through but stopped so he was still in view. ”I will give you my all knight, but when I am done I don’t want to hear you regret it.“ he pushed a button to his left which dropped a ladder which would lead to the top of the ship and he walked towards it ”Follow me.“ he said as he would lead her up above and took a few steps so there was enough distance between where he was and her. Once she was ready he would press his hands together and start to gather his magic energy, his aura would flare around him, white flames seeping from his body causing an extreme heat to be felt emanating from his body as an orb of white flames were being concentrated into his hands. ”I really hope this doesn’t kill you...“ he said as the orb expanded to the point where he raised it above his head and spread his arms as the sphere grew massive in size ”You want my all here it is! Flame Demon’s Inferno Destroyer!“ with one fluid motion he flung the sphere at the woman which upon impact would cause an explosion and would engulf her in flames.
”“

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by **Aura** 14th April 2016, 5:36 pm

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Post n°10

Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 14th April 2016, 5:36 pm

"Tsk, I won't ever regret what I do." Ageha said as she reluctantly tugged her bow out of Kite's grasp when he handed the violet accessory back to its rightful owner. Ageha however did not tie it back in her hair, merely tucked it into one of her pockets as she followed him towards a higher-up deck. He did not attack her in any way, nor made any attempts to do so and merely lead her through more open spaces towards the open-air deck, where he stepped several feet away from her, granting her the time to get up on her feet after climbing the iron ladder and take on a position of choice. Kite seemed kinder than what the reports had told her, or he was quite the talented actor for playing such a credible role as gallant gentleman. Nevertheless, his manners did not take away all the crimes he'd committed, nor did they do so with the complaints against his person. Even if she were to have doubts about it, this was her first official mission as a member of the Rune Knights. There was no time and place for weakness here, and Kite too showed that he would give her what she'd asked for-- a serious fight.

The energy that stored around him was terrifying at the very least, as if it held a proportion of unworldly essence that did not belong to a human being. Unnerving and at the same time exciting her till the very bone; such was a true-born warrior's heart. Swaying before a powerful being was not her way, not her style. She straightened her back and closed her eyes for a second as the energy around her target kept on building, until it started reaching proportions that overthrew her own magical prowess by several times. Ageha swallowed an upwelling sensation of fear and opened her eyes again, gazing upon the odd aura that now surrounded Kite Wilhelm. It was fierce and and flickered vividly around him, as if it was licking at him, whilst the pressure made the air around him and his aura vibrate menacingly. She would've thought it to be flames, weren't it for the odd, whitish see-through color the aura held. The change of temperature was hardly felt by the steel mage, more due to her putting it off as her own nerves toying with her inner thermostat rather than the actual outside temperature changing.

Meanwhile Kite had pressed his palms together and had charged enough magic to start the offence. A small orb appeared between his palms and rapidly grew bigger, until it reached a size large enough to hold it above his head. His arms spread to the side, and the orb followed suit, turning into a massive ball of blazing white flames in merely an instant. Instinctively Ageha staggered back, her mind slowly starting to realize what it was dealing with exactly, and how wrong she'd been in having provoked this opponent. "You want my all here it is! Flame Demon’s Inferno Destroyer!“ He exclaimed at the top of his lungs, after which he flung the large fire-based ball towards her at a rather dazzling speed. The thing drew closer, and with the heat rising, so did the sudden fear rise within her. A sting in the back of her neck made her cringe, whilst the scar started searing with pain as reaction to the impending fire. Her body refused obedience, her heartbeat rose dramatically and she could feel her limbs and head being drained of their blood. Eyes opened wide and her mouth gasping, she froze as the fire came closer and closer to its target.

No, this wasn't right. It couldn't end here. Yes it was fire, the one thing that could drive her mind crazy and stop her from living properly; the one thing she feared the most. That which had ruined her life. And once more it was headed for her, blazing and bent on destroying her completely. She wanted to shake her head, get her thoughts straightened out and move out of the way, but all to no avail.

No.

She had to move.

Now. Move.

Move!

Move damnit!!!

In the nick of time, the fire's scorching heat already licking her frail, pale skin, Ageha shot forward towards the flames. Unto her arm a black metal shield with golden veins materialized as quickly as the flames had made their growth within Kite's palms. The lowest point was jammed into the metal surface before her, nearly splitting the metalic plate in two as the shield connected with it. The golden, see-through barrier erected itself within an instant and grew in size, forming a rectangular prison around her just in time as the fireball exploded on impact. The steel mage had to brace herself for the strength following in the explosion's wake, and felt how the heat crept through the barrier unto her Shinko shield, crunching her teeth as she tried to fight through the scorching pain that steadily spread across her right arm. She'd only been staring at the shield, but now she felt the pressure upon it diminishing, she dared to look up and see what exactly was taking place outside the barrier. What she saw however made her wish that she hadn't done so.

Outside the barrier, clearly visible for her to see was a see of fire. Flames rising up the flanks of the eternano barrier, bashing against it, fiercely dancing around it and granting her not even a single glance of the world outside. Trapped within a barrier of pure energy, on its turn overrun by blazing, scorching fire that slowly ate away at it. She could feel it before seeing it; a crack appeared in the uppermost eastern corner and rapidly grew, running down to the middle, where multiple cracks stemmed from the original one and made their way throughout the entire barrier. Heat seeped in through the cracks, making the young mage stagger. The pain in her right arm was getting unbearable, as slowly her body and mind started giving in to the sensation of panic within. The flames were going to enter... there was nowhere left to go. Doomed.

The silver-haired mage felt how her she became dazed, wobbling softly as her breath staggered. She slumped and fell to her knees, still desperately holding on to the shield with her right arm. The booming pain in her head made it hard to think, yet lucky or her helped her block out the physical pain... until the mental pain kicked in. Her eyes opened wide as memories of her past crashed in like lightning on a solemn tree-- pain-inducing and destructive.

Before her eyes, the images of torched houses and burnt corpses covered the light she still saw; her sense of smell smothered by the remembrance of charred wood and burnt meat; the sensation of scorching flames upon her skin and scalding metal making its way into her body.

Everything around her started turning, yet she managed to keep upright thanks to the shield she still gripped tightly. Her body started shuddering as her heartbeat increased to a life-threatening pace, her dazed vision grew dimmer and her chest started aching. Pain, stinging everywhere. Her neck seared with pain and the memory that kept on repeating itself within her mind made her retch. The pain in her chest kept growing, more aching an painful than she'd ever experienced, every heartbeat agonizing her with the distress it put her through. She retched again and bent double, feeling something working its way up her chest, followed by a vicious coughing fit that she tried to stop by covering her mouth. Something sticky and fluid remained within her palms, and the blurry, dimmed vision made it hard for her to distinguish what exactly had left her body during the coughing fit. The metalic taste within her mouth however gave her the answer she needed. Blood. Ageha bent double again in pain, and yet again started coughing up more blood, which now tainted the metal surface before her. If only the pain would stop...

Wondrous as it may be, the pain started diminishing. Slowly as it did, it did not only taking away her pain, but also her consciousness, which silently faded from her together with her surroundings. The grip on her shield lessened, and Ageha eventually let go, the barrier imploding at the very moment her fingers disconnected from the massive shield. Now freed of the wall they needed to scale, the flames collided with one another, engulfing the body that had collapsed unto the floor. As her consciousness had stopped being, so had her heart stopped beating.

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by **Kite Wilhelm** 19th April 2016, 6:22 pm

Kite Wilhelm

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Post n°11

Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Kite Wilhelm 19th April 2016, 6:22 pm

NOTES

TAGS.

WORDS.
830

STATUS.
HP-300
MP-100
Cool Down

Enemies

NOTES.
"Word “
"Thought “

"You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

- Kite

Kite knew that the second he decided to let the girl get under his skin and goad him into using his full strength on her he would regret it but the part that wanted to show this girl the respect she demanded won the battle in his conscious. However it wasn’t the moment he gathered the flames for the fireball, or when he allowed the sphere to grow as big as he had, it was when he let the attack go towards the girl that the regret in his mind truly began to manifest. He saw a flare of golden colored light that surrounded her like a barrier which took the brunt of the attack but it was hard to see the details of what was happening inside the explosion of flames. He had no idea that the barrier was cracking or that she was struggling with the intense heat inside but he had some idea of what she was going through inside. The flames surrounding her shield soon smashed into each other showing that her defensive spell gave way which for Kite was more than enough. Kite swiped his hand across and caused the flames to disperse from around the girl who he saw on laying down on the roof of the ship. Kite was going to say something wise but once he saw her on the ground he rushed over to the silver haired knight to make sure she was okay kneeling down next to her and put his hand on her shoulder ”Hey knight are you...“ he was interrupted when he felt something wet on the palm of his hand only to have his eyes widened upon seeing blood which caused him to look down at the girl who’s mouth was covered in it ”Hey girl! You alright!“ he shouted as he shook her once more and placed a two fingers on her neck and leaned his ear down to her mouth and when he didn’t hear breathing or a pulse he knew he had to act fast.

Kite rolled the girl onto her back placing his hand on her forehead causing her head to lean back which would open a pathway down her throat to her lungs and used his fingers to pinch her nose to close it as an entry. ”I’m sorry girl. You can whack me when you wake up. “ he said as he pressed his lips onto the girl’s and exhaled breathing for her and then breaking the contact to do chest compressions and then proceeded to breath for her once again followed by another round of chest compressions before putting his fingers on her neck feeling a slight pulse ”Good, you ain’t dead on me yet.“ he said to the unconscious girl before sliding his arm under her knees and the other arm underneath her back and lifted her up bridal style making sure her head was positioned against his chest cradled so no strain would be on her neck. Kite had to get the girl to the medical bay but for a split moment wasn’t sure which would be the fastest route. He could try to work her down the hatch and down the catwalk but he didn’t think trying to contort her would be a good idea but then he thought of the fastest way, He held onto her tightly and jumped off the edge of the ship landing on the ground near the boarding ramp which he ran up and across the bay from the front to the back which lead to the med bay. He rounded the stairs and put her on the medical table on her back and then hooked her up to the medical lacrima which started to monitor her vitals. He grabbed a blanket and covered her from her shoulders all the way down her feet and then reached under the blanket making the proper adjustments ”Alright girl, let's get you all better shall we.“ he placed two lacrima on her body, one on her forehead to cool down her head to reduce any swelling that could have occurred while she was not breathing. The second Lacrima was on her chest pressing to her chest sending healing energies into her body mending the damages in her heart. In the meantime he grabbed a rag and wet it and cleaned the dried blood from the girl’s chin and neck ”That is much better, a pretty face like that shouldn’t have dried blood on it like that. “ Kite would then exit it the med bay and sit in the couch outside the room keeping an eye on the lacrima monitoring her pulse and on her. He was staying composed until a thought creeped into his mind which caused him to blush only slightly and that was the thought of when he gave the girl CPR, when his lips touched hers and smirked ”If ony that sort of contact could have been on better circumstances. “
”“

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by **Aura** 21st April 2016, 4:36 pm

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Post n°12

Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 21st April 2016, 4:36 pm

The darkness was suffocating. Right after the scorching fire had rained down upon her, it'd covered her underneath a veil of shadows; warm at first, gone the next second. She had no idea where she was, only that she was still lying down, her body too heavy to move. She tried to claw at the darkness above her, hasty, slowly growing more vivid as she panicked. The darkness only grew thicker, pressing stronger on her, until it all of the sudden brightened. Hazy and blinded, the young woman sat upright and found it awfully easy to move at that particular moment, even getting up proved no issue as her eyes adjusted.

Now she stood upright, something moving below her in the corner of her eye. She gazed upon it, waiting till the blurring had faded before realizing what it was exactly that she saw. At first she saw only silhouettes; a shade rushing past and sliding down on its knees besides something downed. Then the silhouettes faded into actual beings. A man helping a woman sitting up; the woman did not respond to his many shouts, though what he was shouting to her sounded like muffled words she could not apprehend. He looked up at her from down below, but seemingly did not notice her presence, as if she wasn't there. The man's face had sharp outlines and came over as particularly handsome, and although she did not recognize, he somehow looked familiar to her. He seemingly panicked as he noticed the red fluids upon his hand, and lead the woman back down, proceeding with positioning her head in a specific corner and halting somewhat before her face. Wondering what he was doing, she floated closer and tried to perceive the words he uttered. Unable to make something solid of said words, she instead looked at the face of the woman. Silvery hair and awfully familiar facial expression, if not taking the bloodied chin and neck into account.

Wow. Wait a minute-- Her mind cleared up all of the sudden, images and events seeping back in as the man leaned towards her face in slow-motion. That man was her opponent Kite Wilhelm, so the one laying on the floor, all covered in blood was... her?

No. That couldn't be... If she was there, and at the same time here looking at herself, then that meant--- no. And whatever Kite was doing would be...

Ageha focused back, as time went back to its regular pace. His lips pressed against hers, and she could see how his breath invaded her body, filling it with the precious oxygen her every vein gladly accepted. Something pulled her back towards the ground whilst she was gawking upon the situation unfolding before her, as if gravity had intensified a thousand times, she was pulled back into the intimidating darkness.

~*~

"Ah, so you finally noticed what was happening, eh? Took you long enough to figure it out..." A voice called out to her from within the darkness.

Odd. Although she'd been creeped out by the darkness before, the unknown voice resonating from it did not scare her in the slightest, even though she'd never heard it before. Yet it felt as if whomever that voice belonged to had always been there. Ageha, unknowing yet curious, faced the voice, whilst her own merely whispered.

"Am I...dead?"

"Oh, if it had only been that way... but no. Well, at least not anymore. You got to thank that guy for acting so quickly though, as would I, seeing I didn't need to fulfil the contract so soon." The voice sighed, appearing beside her, hovering and shaped like malicious creature of bright-red flames. Ageha only stared at it, then gently rose her hand to touch her lips, inhaling deeply as it kicked in that Kite Wilhelm, the supposed criminal, had stolen her first kiss.

"He's no criminal, little one." Ahkator chuckled as he stared off into the distance before him. Ageha, roughly stripped from her baffled thoughts, turned towards Ahkator, about to ask how he was so certain about said fact. "Because no criminal; not even the kind ones, would bother trying to save your life and then drag you off to get you healed. At most they'd make sure you'd be breathing still, then leave you to be found by others. He doesn't. How would I know? I can still perceive what happens outside my vessel, child, whereas you, being all bound to your puny subconsciousness, are not. And for the record, I know what plays in your mind, your every thought, so don't try playing smart on me."

Ageha snapped her mouth shut and glared at Ahkator's spectral presence, who only chuckled in return. It was odd, that although so scared of fire, she could stand beside Ahkator in such a casual way. Unafraid. Uncaring. He didn't give off any warmth, did not treat her in a peculiar way, and somehow felt so close, yet so distant. "Why... why am I not...?"

"Because this fear does not reside within your true self, child. You embraced it once, and will do so again... I merely have to wait." Ahkator spoke, turning and slowly drifting away from her, his flames merging with the darkness as the distance grew. "Once you leave this realm within your unconsciousness, you'll forget about all that happened here... Yet what you perceived in the light will be embedded within your memory forever."

Go, for your life is being welcomed again... in the land of the living!

~*~

The cold steel radiated cold against the warmed leather seating underneath her, yet still managed to chill her skin for some odd reason, although that might've been the clean cold air hanging about. Monotonous beeping in a seemingly never-ending rhythm welcomed her back as she came to, her mind trying to locate her presence. Her eyes still closed to block out the bright light above her, and her fingers twitching to get the blood flowing again, whilst the typical scent of medicines and sterile equipment filled her nostrils, Ageha started to get more aware of her surroundings. Something heavy pressed upon her forehead and skin, and a silent grunt escaped her body as she tried to move her body, finding herself unable to. Slowly but steadily she bent and moved her arm up, reaching for the thing upon her chest and pushing it away. She repeated the same gesture with the object on her forehead as life returned to the rest of her limbs, now being able to move them slightly. The steel mage forced herself upright and heard the beeping increasing as she cringed in pain and coughed. Her throat felt dry, as if she'd been walking through the desert non-stop for a week without even a drop of water to quench her thirst.

With tired eyes she gazed upon herself, covered with a blanket that now dropped unto her lap, hands pale and shrivelled. Ageha blinked a few times, then tried to take in the rest of her environment. Her heart skipping a beat as she noticed a sudden source of warmth emmenating from behind what she thought to be a door. She remembered the heat... Similar to her target's, thus supposing it was him waiting behind that door, where unbeknowst to her, he had been sitting on a couch for god knows how long, eyes peered upon the monitor in front of him. Her mind was still foggy, and her body unconsciously started shivering, though whether this was due to the cold or due to Kite's presence was unsure as of yet. The silver-haired mage noticed how he got up and entered the room, a seemingly relieved expression plastered upon his face. His eyes stood gentle, a glister of worry in them as he approached.

He's no criminal...

It resonated through her mind, yet had no idea where it came from. As he stepped towards her warmth seemed to creep in closer, steadily warming her icy skin. Sadly it defrosted more than just her cold skin, as the memories too boomed back in like thunder after a lightning strike. The reminder of fire sent fear running through her veins, and she felt her body instinctively backing away from his presence, to the point that she even tumbled off the seat in the process. Unable to stand up decently and make a run for it, she kept crawling back, until her retreat was cut off by a multitude of united drawers and counters. Her body trembled in anxiety as she was cornered, eyes widened and pupils shrunk in fear, whilst arms tried to shield her face for an unknown reason. Her scared voice echoing clearly throughout the medical bay. "Don't come near-- keep that fire away from me!

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by **Kite Wilhelm** 29th April 2016, 4:49 pm

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Kite Wilhelm 29th April 2016, 4:49 pm

Kite Wilhelm

Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.

Kite was sitting in wait on the couch directly across from the infirmary door way keeping a keen eye on both the monitor that was registering the unconscious girl’s heartbeat and breathing patterns. While he was relieved by the stable vital signs on the display there was something that still troubled the Demon Slayer. This girl was here to apprehend him and take him into custody for the crimes of which he was completely unaware of and he wanted to ask this rune knight about it once she woke up which was only a matter of time or so he would expect seeing as he acted quickly to treat her condition. The sound of a beep caused him to lift his eyes down from the floor up into the room where the girl was beginning to awaken. Kite’s eyes focused on her as she pushed both lacrima holders away and slowly sat up on the operating table causing the blanket to fall from her upper torso onto her lap. Kite remained still until he saw that the girl had reasonably came back to her senses before moving from his spot. ”That’s a relief. I’m glad to see that she is up.. Now might not be the best time but at least she won’t try to attack me again.“ he said as he slowly pushed his feet into the ground and standing up straight keeping a calm expression on the girl as he walked up to the door and leaned on it. ”I’m..“ Kite was working on giving the girl an apology, which would have been sincere. She had demanded the respect that a warrior would deserve and did so by giving her one of his strongest attacks which he knew would have hurt the girl but he had no idea that the girl would suffer such a condition but before he could utter a single word more her facial expression transformed from mere confusion into pure fear and her actions would match as she attempted to create as much distance from Kite as possible by backing away only there was no space behind her so she stumbled off the table and crashed onto the floor with a thud. Kite’s eyes widened as he went to get closer to her to check on her but he would stop when she yelled at him in a more hysterical way demanding him to not come closer but to stay away from her.

Kite would stop in his tracks seeing how the girl was covering herself as if the demon slayer was planning on attacking her which was not the case in anyway. Kite instead crouched down where he had stopped and let his aura of heat completely vanish so that he would come off less of a threat and had a smile fixed on his face. ”Shhh...Shh it’s okay. I am not going to hurt you knight.“ he would say extending his hand out slowly. ”If I had known that such an attack would have overwhelmed you so much I would have held back still. I am truly sorry about that. Please let me help you back on the table. A pretty girl such as yourself shouldn’t be on the floor like this.“ but when she demanded that he keep the fire away from her that is when his mind travelled away from this current time and back to several years in the past when he had started his training with Asmodeous. A young Kite stood chained to two pillars as the demon king sat on his throne at the top of his tower, the boy burned from head to toe. “Kite, in order to command such flames you must learn how to not burn from their heat. Let us continue” the boy wept ”No! I don’t wanna do this anymore the fire it burns.“ but the words would fall on deaf ears as Asmodeous would set the boy on fire again ”Keep that fire away from me!“ and it was when her words made the connection to his younger self that he knew what to do in order to calm her down and so he leaned down towards her and wrapped both of his arms around her and placed two open palms on her back and pulled her in for a hug and held her tight. ”It’s aright, the fire is gone and I won’t let it burn you anymore.“

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 9th May 2016, 3:11 pm

The fear of getting burnt yet again made the solid wall around her crumble; she had no eyes for the gentle words and caring hand extended towards her. Did not notice the worry in his voice as she coward before him. Even when he crouched closer to help her up, the terrified Shinkō mage didn't perceive his efforts. Her fear for the possibility of reliving the events from earlier that day made her consciousness waver, while her unconsciousness valiantly tried to pick up the pieces and fit them together once more, resulting in this fearful and dreaded state of mind she now found herself in. She felt her mouth moving, yet the words she spoke didn't get through to her, the voice that spoke them not her own. No, high-pitched, on the brink of hysteria even. Her eyes stung and pain crept through her cramping muscles, making it hard for her to move her arms abruptly. Kite tried to comfort her, but his words merely ricochet against this cloak of hysteria, unable to calm her imploding mind. Not even when her words hit home and stopped the fire-augmented mage in his tracks with a momentarily blanked look upon his face, did she mind nor noticed.

From within her imperfect, hysteric cocoon she perceived naught. Her mind had set itself on auto-pilot, and whatever the body did had been run through the same process over several dozens of times, turning it into a second instinct rather than a natural reaction. Fairly little had managed to break through this untrue barrier; a last resort to retort the mind of imploding, a distortion of reality at times.Yet what now broke through said barrier, allowing for her battered, chained consciousness to finally collapse, was something none had tried as of yet...

Arms wrapped themselves tightly around the fear-frozen woman, followed by a large torso that pulled hers towards it. Hands resting upon her back; the palms comforting, their fingers grasping as they firmly held her close. Ageha did not know what to do with it. It felt strangling at first; a lock from which she could not escape, the enemy ever so close... yet it lasted only for a mere split second. Then the mind startled. Shocked. Unable to grasp what exactly took place, it had to take control again of the body. The silverhaired Shinkō mage's eyes shot open, pupils but small dots within a sea of red-veined white, receiving every spur, every stimulus all at once.

And with the realization came the cracks. Small, yet quickly travelling further and deeper, until whatever it was that held her emotions prisoner shattered. Her cramped arms, who'd stayed motionless since the moment the solacing hug had begun, now lessened their tension as blood returned to them. The stinging in her eyes faded and her vision became blurred, a tear lingering within her eye before breaking through and commencing the descend. After one came another, and before she knew it her face allowed her to crack; to break completely. A hug. It was all she ever needed this whole time. Although her father showed affection, he'd never hugged her intentionally. The gesture had always come from her side. Whether he was the source of power that fuelled what she feared the most or not; none of it mattered at this point. Kite's gentle gesture of affection seemed more like one of understanding, giving her the solace she needed at this moment. The warmth he radiated to her shivering body was natural, and slowly thawed her frozen heart. The dawning of these thoughts tore down whatever remained from her current hysteria, and as she allowed herself to breathe, she broke completely. Her arms shot forth and wrapped themselves around the broad back of her consoler, her fingers desperately grasping his shirt, while her shivering body gradually turned into sobbing. Her pupils grew large again as her tears fuelled even more tears to surface, leaving Ageha to bury her face against Kite's shoulder as the shocking of her body synchronized with the sobbing. She didn't stop crying for quite a while, and when she finally did calm down, felt exhausted. After all, having kept all those emotions in for over 15 years did take its toll on one's mind and body.

Her mind was still dazed, and the crying had left her with a pressing headache. A little ray of clarity however told her she looked like a mess. Ageha didn't need to bother taking a look at herself, knowing that even without doing so it was clear that she did in fact look like a mess. An emotional wreck. She didn't even bother freeing herself from the hug, instead started talking softly from within the protective inlet that was his shoulder and torso. "I-... I-m... sorry... that you had to see that," she paused for a few moments, in the end deciding to pull back from the comforting embrace and rubbing her left eye as she sat back up, sunk through her knees. Although she'd stopped feeling the urge to cry, the tears hadn't ceased just yet and still slid down her cheeks. "Heh, why can't I stop crying...?" She muttered, more to herself than to anyone else.

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by **Kite Wilhelm** 25th May 2016, 3:08 pm

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Kite Wilhelm 25th May 2016, 3:08 pm

Kite Wilhelm

Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.

Kite’s arms had made contact, there was no sign of her pulling away from it, all he could feel was her body stiffen at first. Every muscle was tensed up and he could tell that fear still had a small hold on her and while having very little experience with this sort of thing and not knowing what else to do he did the only thing that he knew how to.. He talked. In a calm voice keeping his palms firmly pressed against her back he dared not move anything but his lips at that moment. ”It’s going to be okay, I give you my word that I won’t let fire ever touch you again.“ he would say right before the knight would finally take a normal and deep breath showing that she was in fact coming back to her senses or at the very least coming back from her hysterical outbreak due to his flames. The next thing he knew he would feel her arms wrap around his back and take hold of his shirt with vice like grips and burrowed her face into his shoulder. Her body would shiver at first but soon he would feel his shirt becoming moist from her tears being soaked in by the material as she cried. He could feel her body shake from her sudden breakdown of emotions and he would rub his arm hand up and down her back. Part of him wished he could join her but long ago his ability to shed tears was taken from him during his hellish training, and even if he could also cry he wouldn’t allow himself to do so. Right there and then at that moment he knew that his strength and understanding was what reached her heart and touched it to this point. ”Just let it out, it will be okay.“ He would say to her realizing now that he had a moment to relax himself he didn’t know what it was that was causing her outbreak earlier, he didn’t know if it would be okay or if it was far too late for anything to be done, which raised more questions for him than he had the answers for. After a few moments the crying had stopped but she had not moved from the hug, she had entered a bit of a slump from the overall exhaustion she was subjected to. She hadn’t moved from his shoulder either, not even to speak to him apologizing that he had to witness that little episode. He knew she couldn’t see it but Kite smiled softly, because in truth he didn’t mind it at all, he knew very well if things had been different he would be no better off than she was but he also knew that this might make some of it easier for her in the end as well. He would move one hand from her back and place it on top of her head running his hand through her hair. He didn’t speak right away as he felt her pull away from the hug and sat up with her knees brought up to her chest with tears still streaming down her face with a question to why she was still crying. Kite simply shrugged. ”I couldn’t tell ya that, but what I can tell you is that you have no reason to apologize to me for anything. Had it not been for my recklessness and attacking you with my magic this wouldn’t have happened.“ He would say to her standing up from his spot and making his way to the infirmary’s door and would reach out to the table pulling out a pile of clothes off it and setting it on the infirmary’s operating table that he had laid the girl down on earlier. ”here, might not be much but If you want you can change into that on account I destroyed your outfit.“ He turned away and began to exit the room but stopped right at the exit. ”If you wanna leave there is the door but if you would rather talk come up to the dining hall.“

He would exit without a word from that point and climb up the catwalk heading towards the upper level of the cargo bay and wouldn’t stop until he would reach the dining hall so he could clean up some of the mess from earlier but that was before he saw the giant hole in the hull of his ship, big enough to fit a girl through..”So that’s how she got through..I should give her a piece of my mind about that.” he would say to himself in a quiet voice so she might not overhear. While he did have something to say about the whole in his ship he wasn’t about to go off on the girl. She had way too hard of a time as it was. Letting loose a sigh he would walk past the hole and the bulkhead before entering the dining hall that was still trashed due to the fight earlier. He would pull the table back up to it’s feet and set two chairs up that weren’t damage. One would be located at the head of the table where he usually sat while the other was to his right hand side right next to him. He would also prep tea and it would be there waiting for the girl should she decide to join him. He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t but for some reason he wished she would, so he could ask her questions about why she was even there.
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by **Aura** 27th May 2016, 7:32 pm

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 27th May 2016, 7:32 pm

You can't Live without the Fire
It's the Heat that makes you Strong

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She'd expected many things, but after Kite said there was no need to apologize for the situation whatsoever, she felt lost. He was willing to take the blame for all of this, whereas it was her own misjudgements that made her target him, that is was her fault and none other for provoking him into actually attacking her at full strength. That she had been foolish enough to grow a fear so blatant and childish for something so common and casual. In this moment, where it was not only her duty but also her obligation to tell him right from wrong, to take the blame as she deserved it, that she did not utter a word. Not that she didn't want to, rather that she couldn't. Her body wouldn't let her. The only thing it allowed her was to stare as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a fresh set of clothing, to then see him leave without uttering more than a simple gesture. The choice to follow him or leave. He didn't wait for her to make that choice however, and as his footsteps echoed away into the large metal compound that was his ship, Ageha felt oddly left behind. Somehow this gesture felt relieving, and at the same time it stung. The fact he didn't stay and gave her the time and space to make up her mind and decide for herself without too much pressure was admirable. She could leave if she wanted. Just up and out of the door, never to return again until fate deemed it worthy for them to cross paths once more. Or she could heed the good faith he had in her and respond to his unspoken invitation by following suit. Then why was it that, although the choice was and still is entirely hers to make, she still felt so hollow inside after he'd left the room? This odd, aching pain within her chest; not necessarily pain, but rather a feeling she could not quite put her finger on. It felt strange. Foreign even, yet bothered her as if it had always been part of her. Was this what they called 'affection'? And if it was, why did she feel like this after the being holding her greatest fear had left her sight? Wasn't it supposed to be the exact opposite she should be feeling at this moment? As she pondered about this new emotion she discovered, cold seemed to graze her skin. Lightly at first, until it had crept further down her skin and into her body, then only did she care to look at her current attire and notice it to be in tatters. Her torso piece had been reduced to rags, and her pants were covered with holes torn to sizes too large to ignore. A blush crept up her cheeks as she realized what the stack of clothes was meant for; thinking about what would've happened if she'd gone and ignored the clothing, appearing before anyone in this state made her flush red instantly. Maybe leaving her be on her own wasn't such a bad thing after all, seeing the state of mind she was currently in.

Embarrassed over the torn rag that once had been her shirt, Ageha pushed herself unto her feet and stumbled to the table he'd laid the clothing upon whilst clinging her arm against her chest, making sure the rag wouldn't suddenly drop as she went about. She fumbled with the lock of the door for a bit, until it finally closed and allowed her to change in peace. Well, 'peace' was relative, but it was hard to explain the feeling she was experiencing. After all, the line threading between excitement and turmoil was but a thin one. Once changed, the young Divine Steel mage scavenged the room for a mirror to gaze upon her new attire, and found it quite fitting, despite its simple looks. A plain off-white dress that reached the ground and left her shoulders bare, accompanied by a soft leather bustier that accentuated her slender waist and curvaceous body. She nodded contently as she turned to quickly glance upon herself from every possible corner, adjusting the bustier one last time before turning on the back of her heels and making her way towards the door. The intention of going to meet him, if only to thank him for the new attire, wavered as she glanced upon the other door. Freeing herself of awkward silences and facing a man she did not knew whether to trust or to fear, or to freely run about and go off in search for the actual culprit. She had no idea, and at the same time, had one too many of those ideas rambling through her thoughts. Her hand already hovered towards the door leading to her freedom, yet her mind halted it before it could touch the knob. Was this truly her way of thanking the one who saved her life; even though he had been the one to endanger it in the first place? Then again...

Ageha cringed and bit her lip as she stared at the two doors, letting her gaze slip from one to another. Her hand stopped in the middle, hovering in mid-air as she closed her eyes and inhaled, then exhaled again and made her choice. Her hand tilted left, took hold of the door and opened it without another thought of remorse, as said door lead her to what her heart desired most of all... freedom. She actually made her way down another part of the ship, and followed the pathway that would lead her out of the ship, and away from this madness. She was a fool for having allowed this to happen. For it to have even touched her heart, to have been able to bother her. His reward for saving her was she keeping this all hidden from others. Whatever happened here would not be known by any other than Kite and herself. She would not mention it and just say the trail lead to a dead end. None would come to find the man that nearly killed her, and she hoped fate would have it so that they would not have to meet again. Thus as she walked, down the gangway, down the docks and unto the streets, she glanced at the giant metal ship one last time. The giant hole that she had made now clearly visible within the hull. It was better this way, to not have any confrontation at all. But why did it hurt so much...?

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Kite would've probably been waiting there for quite a while, perhaps even wondering what was taking his guest so long. Had he seen her leave and taken peace with her decision, or had he actually tried to set out after her? Whatever had or had not been playing in his mind was all a mystery to the young silver-haired woman, yet what she did know was that all of the above aside, he was still there in the dining room when she returned. In the end her conscience couldn't bare the thought of leaving business unfinished, and the obligation to at least explain this man what had actually brought about these events was another reason that had brought her back to his ship. Whether that little aching sensation within her chest had actually played a part was something she did not wish to admit, but for all she knew, it might have been the most important reason that had dragged her back. Panting rather heavily, having had her change of heart when being halfway through town and having ran the entire way back, hoping she would still make it in time, Ageha rather gracefully stepped closer to the table and leant unto it. "I-..." She started before shutting down again, then tried to collect both her thoughts and her breath again before attempting another explanation. "I'm truly sorry... This has all been my fault, and if anything, I should be the one to blame for this. I'll make sure to compensate you fully for the damage I've wrought and," she paused and straightened her back as she gazed upon Kite. "I do think I owe you a clear explanation of my actions. If it isn't too much of a bother to ask you for a few moments of your time, that is... after all, I am an intruder still for having entered your ship yet again without permission. I hope you can forgive me for the trouble I've caused to you... " With these last words the young woman bent forward, hands folded within her lap and her hair loosely draped over her shoulders as she too bowed her head in both a pleading and apologetic manner.

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by **Kite Wilhelm** 2nd June 2016, 7:13 am

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Kite Wilhelm 2nd June 2016, 7:13 am

Kite Wilhelm

Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.

Kite would plant his butt into the chair at the head of the table that he set for himself and proceeded to scoot his chair inwards and lean over the table with his hands resting on the table, folded waiting to see if the girl would accept his invitation up. He didn’t have to give her a choice, he could have made it the only option to her but there was something about the situation that made him use a more delicate touch. It wasn’t just about the breakdown she had after recovering from her injuries but whatever it was he couldn’t put his finger on it. Either way too late to change his mind on the situation, he wasn’t the kind to take back his word of her being allowed to go free. A few more minutes had passed by, Kite sipped his cup of tea once more not thinking too much of it, it was possible that she was still changing into the outfit that he had laid out for her and was trying to work her nerve to allow her to come up to where he was. Once his tea was finished he would stand up and take a short walk back down the cargo bay and would walk towards the back of it where the infirmary was on the other side of the small entry way through the wall that would separate the cargo area from the infirmary and the passenger dorms. He would look through the window of the leading into the infirmary to see that the girl was gone. A look of disappointment would appear on Kite’s face as he crept down the steps and entered the infirmary to find that her burnt clothes she was wearing during their encounter were left on the floor. Kite would bend over and pick up the clothes, the only evidence that she was ever truly there, ”That’s too bad. She seemed like a nice girl, especially when she wasn’t breaking my ship.“ he would say letting his hands light up with his flames turning the clothes to ash in his hands and would dispose the ash into the trash can just outside the door. He would turn the lights off in the infirmary and shut the door behind him and would walk back towards dorms and would take the stairs up to the upper deck which would lead him to the hallway that would connect the engine room to the dining area. Making a right he would enter the dining room and place his hands on his hips, ”Well this place won’t clean it’s self… Better get to work.“ Kite would start by collecting the remaining chairs that were tossed about, picking up the ones still intact while tossing the broken three to the side to be disposed. Pulling a broom out from the corner Kite would sweep up the broken bits into the same pile of broken pieces that were once chairs and then would create a small fireball in his hand and let it light up the wood pieces turning everything to ash which would be swept in a dustpan and dumped in a trash can. ”hmmm, looks like I will need more chairs now too. I should send a bill to the knights...“ he would pause and re think that idea, ”Nevermind they want to arrest me, right.“ he would sigh realizing he would have to go out and buy more chairs now. While he had nothing better to do for the rest of the day he would go out into town and try to find chairs for the dining area. However after looking down to see if he was presentable to go into the market he would let loose a small chuckle. His clothes were dusty and slightly torn from the fight from earlier, not to mention he himself was dirty. Kite would go into his room and remove his clothes so he could take a shower.

In his room he would let the water run over him as he washed up, during which a thought would creep into his mind regarding the young woman. He could picture her facial expressions, the cocky look she gave him when she attempted to arrest him, the fierce look she gave him when she demanded he not hold back and lastly the look she had given him when he entered the infirmary, the look of absolute terror from the mere sight of him. He had never been given such a look, it was as if he were an actual demon and an evil one at that, for the moment he felt like it. A frown would appear on his face as he dwelled on that thought. He knew his powers were that of destruction but he made every attempt to make sure that he could only destroy those that would try to invoke their evi will on the world, but that look the girl gave he never wanted to see that look again and soon all the feelings that weighed down on him were washed away with the dirt and dust as a new thought would appear, and he would smile now ”I guess I will just have to be more careful with how I approach things then, maybe if I am lucky I can find her and make more of a smile come across her face.“ He didn’t know why but for some reason he had this strange desire to make her smile.

Kite would redress adorning a pair of black colored fatigue pants with a belt strapped around his thigh and the legs of his pants tucked into a pair of boots, a back sleeveless turtleneck shirt with a blue ribbed over coat. He would be at the table with a resting for a moment before venturing out but that is when something happened that caught him completely off guard. The sound of footsteps coming up the metal steps made him look up from the table to see that it was the silver haired knight and she had come back. She was panting and now leaning over the table towards, Kite heard her trying to speak so he didn’t speak up, he just smiled and waited for her to take a deep breath and try again, this time he heard words come from her mouth. He would hear her apologize and offer to compensate him for the damages. Kite would have a thought but before he could share it she would straighten her back and stand more straight, showing off more plainly the clothes he had provided her. He couldn’t help but think how well the white dress and bustier suited her, but she would go on to state that she owed him an explanation and that if he were willing to give her a moment of his time she would do just that. It was only after she remarked on how she was an intruder on his ship that made him stand from his seat. ”There isn’t anything to forgive, as far as that score we are even for causing you such mental anguish, for that I hope you can forgive me..“ he would paused his statement and walked around the table to her and used his hand under his chin and slowly applied pressure to cause her to stand up straight and not be bowing but instead be looking in his red eyes ”but you have a point. You are a stranger, here so you shouldn’t be here but as it just so happens you have information I need so I can’t send you away..“ Kite would put his hand on his chin and playfully smile. ”If you truly wish to explain things to me come with me to the market and help me pick out new chairs, some fresh air might make the conversation a bit less serious.“ Kite would lead the girl down to the cargo bay and out the ramp she would have just used to reeneter the ship. Once they were outside and walking towards town Kite would keep his pace low to make it more of a leisurely walk with the girl by his side. ”Before you start, how about you tell me your name Knight.“
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by **Aura** 21st September 2016, 3:05 am

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 21st September 2016, 3:05 am

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Ageha blinked as Kite once more told her there was nothing to forgive, discarding the matter as them being even. She wanted to ask why, but the reply was already included in the remainder of his sentence. The mental anguish he’d caused her, for which the handsome male now asked forgiveness for instead. She didn’t know how to reply to that as just recalling the passed event, those vivid fierce flames collapsing upon her pained body, made a cold shiver run down her spine. Although there was nothing to be afraid of now, she couldn’t help but bite her lip to surpress the willingness of her body to react to that imminent, ever-lingering fear within her heart. “I…” The young mage whispered, unaware of the Demon Slayer having walked over to her side. Only when his fingers touched her skin and the hand underneath her chin forced her to look up straight did she notice that he was far closer than expected. Her body straightened unwillingly, and it became apparent that Kite towered over her own full length. Grand, yet gentle of heart… or at least, so Kite Wilhelm appeared to be. With her head tilting backwards Ageha couldn’t do much more than face him, and instead stared into eyes so very similar to hers. A few shades darker, but with the same fierceness they sparked. It made the silver-haired mage wonder if they too held the same sorrow and anxiety. If they too burned fierce during battles. Only when she realised she had been staring at him for quite some time did she blush, while the words he’d spoken now slowly started to seep into her conscious mind. He needed her information. Whatever had sent her here he’d probably heard of as well; and for all that could happen it might not be such a bad idea to have an ally alongside her.

His playful smile only worsened the blush upon her cheeks, and she only nodded while searching for the right words to reply. His hand, which had been supporting her chin, had felt abnormally warm, especially with the touch now gone and the sudden breeze feeling rather chilly upon her skin. “If you truly wish to explain things to me come with me to the market and help me pick out new chairs, some fresh air might make the conversation a bit less serious.” He asked, but his actions showed that he didn't expect no for an answer. The divine steel mage was lead back out through the exact same way she’d entered, only now the metal gangway underneath her feet echoed less, with her pace gentle and slow. It was only after they’d left the ship and the harbor behind them that Kite reignited the conversation that’d gone silent. However this particular moment, with few people around on their way into town, Ageha felt less anxious to talk. She was surprised that she apparently hadn't even introduced herself to the flame manipulator, and acted accordingly. “My name…? Ageha…. Ageha Mohra, at your service.” She nearly halted to salute, yet quickly changed her mind and remained within the leisurely tred at Kite’s side. A soft breeze tugged at her skirt’s hem, ensuing the awkward moment of silence that had followed Ageha’s introduction. She exhaled slowly, the air leaving her lungs with a tendency to vibrate stressfully, making it apparent she was still nervous.

“Hmm… although this is classified information, I do think that I can break the code of conduct and tell you about my actual mission.” She pauzed briefly, choosing her words carefully. “My fath- erhm, superior, got word from HQ about a series of felonies regarding an unknown mage. Upon further investigation, and with the help of witnesses, they managed to retrieve a moderate description of the culprit… and his appearance mirrors yours rather well. Even your height and,” A blush flashed past her cheeks, and the young woman made certain to pin her eyes on something in the distance in a futile attempt to hide her sudden embarrasment. “Muscular body match perfectly…. So with this description they investigated where the man was sighted last and tried to track his whereabouts, which lead them here. I was dispatched to investigate and apprehend, or in the worst case, subdue... “ Ageha now dared to glance at the man beside her. “Thanks to the lady who so kindly wanted me to bring you cookies, I thought I’d finally found the target. You know what happened afterwards… Though I must admit that I’m surprised to find a doppelganger instead, Kite. I truly am, yet I have this feeling that the one I’m tracking isn’t all that far away, and it bothers me greatly.”

The racket that arose around them suddenly grew louder as they arrived at the market, the sight of the sudden large crowd making the silver-haired woman instinctively edged closer to Kite’s side, as if doing so would shield her from the anxiousness she felt in crowded places. Her eyes shifted all over the place, hoping to find a stall or store to take refuge at. Fate had seemed to deem it so that it would be the carpenter’s workshop that offered this. Ageha turned for a moment and started slowing down, reaching out to the Slayer’s arm to denote she wanted him to stop. The furniture stalled near the entrance of the workshop showed of great craftmanship, and Ageha, albeit not leaving her father’s estate other than to join on training camps, had a keen eye for such things and could easily find those who were masters of their craft. Whomever owned this workshop that she’d deemed her refuge, was such a master. She somehow became excited by seeing his work and tugged a bit harder at Kite’s arm, leading him inside without saying much more than “This way.”

Once inside she settled for a set of faintly ornamented chairs, taking in their edges, trims and quality. The twosome walked around for a while longer, comparing the different kinds of furniture with one another until the young recruit changed the subject once more. “Kite… I have a favor to ask of you, even though I’m not in the position to ask for one. To apprehend this guy, and to find him, I’d like to ask for your help in doing so. Truthfully I’d rather not come across another surprise if I were find this man on my own, I’d be extremely grateful if you would be my ally in this mission… and I’d feel a lot safer with you watching my back, even though your magic still creeps me out.” She allowed a chuckle to escape her lips and faced Kite, hopefully awaiting his reply.

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by **Kite Wilhelm** 7th December 2019, 12:47 pm

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Kite Wilhelm 7th December 2019, 12:47 pm

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Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.

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In the blink of an eye Jarnbjorn was teleported so it seemed, from his camp that he had set up just outside of Talonia to this strange town, and instead of the camp fire that he had carefully created there was a giant metal beast before him. He had never seen anything like this before but there was just something so familiar with it, ”Tailspin?“ he felt the words escape his lips and was surprised that he was able to name this thing. He stood up and walked around to what would be the front of the ship where he knew the boarding ramp was located. He walked up to panel that acted as a push to open door and pushed it open. Once he stepped inside he found himself inside a huge cargo area. With the first rush of Nostalgia wash over him he looked up at the cat walk and felt himself being compelled to climb the stairs that lined the walls of the cargo area and then up into the main area of the ship. This was where he was compelled to go, the dining area where he saw the familiar face of Kite sitting there. That is when the encounter between he and the woman he knew as Kenna took place.

This was all so very strange feeling. Everything that had been witnessed, from the beginning Jarnbjorn knew that this dream wasn't something from his past, this wasn't his memory to relive. This belonged to the other, to the one who had taken his place inside the realm that lay in between realms. The Slayer of Purgatory Kite Wilhelm, this memory belonged to him but what was strange about them was that while they did not belong to him he had knowledge of them and could feel how Kite felt about them. Unlike some of memories he had come across which which were very painful in their own right this one was one that Jarnbjorn knew the former Guild Master cherished. ”So this is the connection that Kite and that Kenna woman had.“ he recalled to his explosive entry into the realms and more specifically he remembered the fury that was held by Kenna upon sensing Kite but seeing this stranger instead. ”Makes sense to why she felt the need to attack me.“ He felt joy from this wbut knew that it wasn't his joy to feel, these weren't his emotions to feel, were these memory flashes all happening at random? Was there a purpose? Were these all by accident or was Kite's essence which gave him a new life making these all happen? ”What are you trying to tell me Kite?“ this was the first time he had even thought to ask. He knew that there wasn't anyone to actually give him an answer but the fact that was even a suspicion made him believe that this was the case.

The first of these dreams was when the elders made their move that brought down the Sabertooth guild hall, the same guild hall Kite loved so much, the same guild hall he had to destroy in order to save the town that was defenseless beneath it. During this one he could feel the anguish he had to endure in order to save everyone at the cost of their only home. The second dream involved a woman from his past and a.... creature that reeled of death which seemed to be the woman's father. Kite had to give up half his soul in order to save this woman as well as The WHite Dragon Slayer magic in the process. This dream had a purpose but he didn't know what it was.

Looking to try to figure this out he roamed through the inside of Tail spin, finding himself feeling a sense of nostalgia while he did so. ”This ship was important to you.“ he said to as if he were able to communicate with Kite. Jarnbjorn found himself back in the dining area where the encounter first began and just like a movie everything went on rewind until it was back to the beginning with Kite sitting at the table just before Kenna or as she was known at the time Ageha Mohra arrived to arrest him. The scene played again with Ageha confronting him while Kite seemed to be a smart mouth the entire time. The tactic he used with the table was something of interest to him, he had been in many battles and never considered using the environment like that. He didn't know Kite well but he had to admit his on the fly strategies were something that impressed the battle hardened warrior.

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Re: The Fire of One's Past

by Aura 18th December 2019, 10:54 am

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