Hollow [Sho and Zai Luxemaris]
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				Title: <strong>Hollow [Sho and Zai Luxemaris]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 06:10:36</strong>
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				It was a beautiful place, now that it had been restored. It wasn't unusual to see shady characters wandering about, though - and Jasper somewhat resembled one of them. He was sitting near the center of the town, watching a joyous parade taking place. Children ran about and twined themselves around adults legs and there was a massive cloth dragon being paraded about on the backs of about ten young men. <br><br>At the edge of the festivities lingered a young man, leaning back in his chair, sipping at one of the fizzing and bubbly drinks that seemed so popular. A sea-salt ice-cream lay mostly melted on its stick, a soft greenish-blue puddle, the turquoise color spreading across the white plate. <br><br>He didn't stand out but absolutely didn't quite fit in with the joyous people around him. <br><br>He wore a long black leather coat, halfway unzipped, revealing a slim-cut white shirt over dark pants and well-weathered black boots. What stood out most of all, though it wasn't unseen these days, was the Keyblade leaning against his side. Unlike the glowing and light Keyblades so many people carried, his was jet-black, and didn't reflect a speck of light.<br><br>It seemed to suck it into itself, the tip split into two before the key's blade's came out, intriciately twined with gleaming violet carvings that were almost as dark as the metal. The handle had a ripped leather grip that had clearly seen a decent amount of battle; it was a fearsome weapon to say the least. <br><br>His hair was falling into his eyes - while his skin was pale, his hair was a lovely, almost grey-white, but under the light it came out almost purple. His eyes were an equally odd color - almost black, dark and drowning in the doll-like face, the darkest violet. If he was human, it wasn't entirely clear. He seemed to be humming with some sort of power, and generally people avoided him, but his table was the only one with an empty seat in the packed area - it did, afterall, provide a perfect view of the parade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hollow [Sho and Zai Luxemaris]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kage J.</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 09:55:04</strong>
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				It was bad enough that he didn't know where he was. It sucked that he had no money, no identification, and no home. But the worst part was that he couldn't remember who he was.<br><br>Deimos had woken up in a gutter in a strange, unfamiliar world. It had been a cold night, and everyone was snuggled up in their warm houses, windows closed to shut out the wind. He had no memories, not one, and for a while had even forgotten how to speak. He wandered the quiet city like a zombie for the rest of the night, fuzzy remnants of memories slowly coming back to him. By morning, he knew three things: his name was Deimos; his home world was in danger; and he had the power to summon a mysterious blade in the shape of a key.<br><br>It was now just three weeks after his peculiar awakening, and many of his memories had returned. He remembered his home world, a beautiful, subtropical place filled with light. He remembered some of his friends and family, though he recalled few details about them. He knew that before he came to this place, something had gone wrong on his planet, and many people had died; he was haunted by incoherent images of his people screaming and dying painfully, blood spraying the ground, large areas of his world stained permanently crimson. He still didn't know, however, how he had escaped the violence and ended up here.<br><br>On this day, he woke from his slumber in an alley behind a shop to the sound of celebration in the center of town. Where there was celebration, there was usually food, and he saw this as an opportunity to finally get something substantial to eat. He made his way to the center of town, trying not to stand out, which was much harder than he would have preferred.<br><br>When he woke that night in the gutter, he was wearing what seemed like an elaborate battle outfit. The first layer consisted of a tough yet refined fabric, originally snow-white in color but now gray with dirt, and steel-reinforced boots of the same color. Over this was a very lightweight armor that didn't appear to have many protective properties, but was surprisingly durable. The silver and white plating encased most of his leg, with just a small separation at the back of the knee to allow for fluid joint movement. His arms were similarly clad, his upper arms left bare to allow for unrestricted contraction of his biceps. A fitted armor plate covered most of his torso, decorated with gold and silver embellishments denoting his royal status, and had two openings in the back to allow his brilliant white feathered wings a full range of motion. The outfit was a bit extreme in this setting, but it was all he had to wear, and it was better than walking around naked.<br><br>Despite his elaborate armor, he still appeared slim and streamlined, his body long and built like a god. His features were fine, but still appeared masculine; he had a strong jawline and deep-set blue-green eyes that gave the impression of strength and nobility. His light gray hair was cut short, but was messy and windblown from weeks without proper washing, and his skin was moderately tanned from days spent in the bright sunlight of his home. Even filthy and starving, he was a sight to behold.<br><br>The center of the city was jammed with people, and he knew he would be able to find something to eat in the chaos. Just as he was about grab an abandoned plate of food, the dark character sitting alone and watching the parade caught his eye, and he was struck with a strange, apprehensive feeling. Something about him wasn't quite right, and it sent a shiver up his spine. He instinctively summoned the strange blade to his side, for some reason expecting that he would need to use it. The blade was all silver and gunmetal, elegant despite its sturdy build, twisting up at the top into something like a starburst pattern. The handle sloped downward in an abstract wing-like shape, and on the end of a thick chain hanging from the hilt, there was what looked like a silver fleur-de-lis pendant. He decided to keep his distance for now, but still wanted to keep an eye on the man; he was ridiculously paranoid, had been since he awoke in the gutter, and feared that everyone attending the celebration was in danger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hollow [Sho and Zai Luxemaris]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 06:47:55</strong>
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				Jasper watched the parade quietly, and without any explanation, he rose and slowly slid out of the seat he'd been settled in. He slunk back past the others, past the partiers, and didn't even give them a second glance. People seemed to slide out of his way without him even trying. He slipped into a dark alley and continued - down towards the docks, towards the waterways. There was a mostly-empty courtyard there; it hadn't been fully rebuilt yet. This was where he had to let them in - the Heartless. He'd been contracted to bring in more of them and in return he'd be given more power and more access to the Darkness.<br><br>He knew that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't be trying to access the darkness. That he should be focusing on doing something good with his Keyblade and the powers he'd found. He just couldn't quite bring himself to see it that way. <br><br>He paused for a second and then looked around to see if he'd been followed. <br><br>He judged that he hadn't and that was all it took - a swift slash with the Keyblade and something tore before him, the sound of fabric being rent in two with huge force, and then silence. He'd opened a portal to the Darkness - not an easy thing to do, and it drained him, but hopefully it would bring him more power eventually.<br><br>Afterall, the more Darkness he brought into this world, the more Heartless he would have under his control. <br><br>That would eventually lead him to power - to having a castle like Maleficent. He could feel the darkness in his own heart and he knew it had always been there, for so many reasons - and he'd let it grow and slowly twist him. Three small Heartless tumbled out, heads bobbing. With a wave of his hand they scattered, heading into the underground waterways - he didn't have enough to flood the town, certainly, and he didn't want to risk them running across someone who would destroy them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hollow [Sho and Zai Luxemaris]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kage J.</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 01:47:01</strong>
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				As soon as Deimos saw the strange man leave, his hunger was replaced by a powerful need to investigate. He made a detour around the back of the plaza, following him silently, still trying to avoid drawing attention to himself. He kept his distance, but made sure he never lost sight of the man, lest he lose track of him.<br><br>He made sure to hide behind the nearest structure, staying hidden without sacrificing his view of the man. He could see the man’s weapon from his hiding place, and looked down at his own, recognizing the similarities immediately. So he wasn’t the only one to wield one of these strange blades. His brow furrowed in confusion when he heard the sound of the portal ripping open; he didn’t know what it was yet, but he couldn’t shake that feeling of apprehension stirring in his gut. As soon as the Heartless emerged, that feeling turned to nausea, and his eyes widened in horror.<br><br>Suddenly, he remembered. Those midnight-black creatures with their hungry yellow eyes, their sharp claws and teeth, and their insatiable drive to kill, he recognized them, and finally realized where he knew them from. Up until this moment, when he tried to recall the memories of what had been threatening his home, there were only blank, black figures where the assailants should have been. He had just assumed that they were another piece of his memory that had gone missing— until now. The creatures standing just meters away were nearly identical to those shadowy silhouettes in his memories. But what the hell were they?<br><br>Then, another memory came flooding back to him, one that nearly knocked him off his feet. He remembered looking down into the eyes of a dying man, his body mutilated and covered in blood. His eyes welled with tears as he tried to speak, but only blood bubbled up where words should have been. He knew this man; he was a comrade, which was evident by the armor he wore, similar to his own, but no— he was something more. Then he remembered leaning down and kissing the man softly on the lips, tasting the fresh blood, before the man’s eyes closed and a shimmering red heart floated from his chest, right into the gaping mouth of one of those dark creatures.<br><br>The sheer terror this memory brought him forced him to his knees, and he let out something like a sob, trying to keep the bile in his stomach down. He remembered now that those creatures had taken from him that which was most precious— his lover. He leaned against the wall of the building, trying to keep from making too much noise, lest his sobs attract the attention of the stranger...or worse, that of the shadowy creatures.
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