The posts go in order of myself (starting with the introduction), William (a friend I’ve recently made), and Velvet (who was in the previous session.) Please Enjoy. ^^
It was so many years ago. Society stood still in that one moment, for everyone. Everyone except for about four thousand individuals. At that moment, the eight hundred were all gathered and told this. They had magic abilities granted to them. This magic was reflective of their personalities, and could be used in everyday life with a few stipulations. One, magic couldn’t be used against non- magic users as a form of attack, assault, or vandalism. Two, your magic abilities will physically drain you if overused too often. And three, every time someone with powers dies, the remaining magic users become more powerful. In current time, there remain about 800 mages. Most of them remain in hiding, thanks to the the influence of a group of mages banding together to kill the others, known as Intent. The group has managed to cause the death of at least 2,000 of the mages directly. And the number slowly increases with each day.
Zaryn stood outside an old and unvisited graveyard, relaxing on a decaying pillar. He had his sniper rifle leaning against it as well next to him, his eyes radiated an emerald hue smoke, and his body gave off a black and red electricity. He seemed to be staring up at the sky, counting stars, for every one he counted, he pretended to shoot them with his finger.
Rose sighed softly as she made her way silently through the graveyard, her gold eyes roaming over the area littered with old gravestones, her katana strapped to her back. A black silver spiked head back kept her hair back from her face except for her bangs, while her coat fluttered silently about her knees. She had heard about the deaths of other magic users and swore she would keep to herself, not wishing to be betrayed while sleeping. Pausing by an old iron woven bench she sat down and leaned her head back, grimacing slightly for her feet hurt from all the walking she had done, a sigh of relief slipping from her as she closed her eyes but allowed her hearing to amplify enabling her to hear far better than humans.
He sat as still as he could, barely even breathing, much less making noise. He knew he’d regret sitting down in the dirt, but he’d rather have to clean pants rather than clean holes through his stomach. Or burns. Or anything else involving mutilation of his body. He pressed his back against the grey stone marker, indicating someone’s grave. It was by unfortunate circumstance that Trey was here, visiting a loved one’s grave, but the fact that there were other people here, more shockingly other mages, caused his heart to beat uncontrollably in his chest. He tried to peer over the tombstone of the random person whose grave he was desecrating a little bit, when a chunk of it fell over, hitting the ground loudly.
Zaryn seems to freeze for a moment. He looks down at his level once again. “I’m not alone.” He would mutter to himself, he picks his rifle up and leans to his right a little to peer around the pillar in his way, he saw what looked like a female, he wasnt about to use a spell to help himself see, they might catch it. He kneels down and watches clutching his weapon tightly.
Having dozed while sitting, Rose snapped up into a half crouch infront of the iron bench her eyes roaming over the area about her as her left arm rose to grasp the hilt of her katana, ears straining for a repeat of the sound that had snapped her out of her doze, her heart pounding a mile a minute as she slowly calmed herself down. Shifting she turned and leaped over the bench to crouch down behind it as thoughts flashed through her mind as well as several ways to escape the graveyard if it was needed. “Damn. I was hoping I’d be alone here.” she muttered softly as she waited peering through the back of the iron bench.
Trey knows when he’s fucked up, and you didn’t have to be him in this instance to know he did. He looked through the missing portion of the tombstone to see someone behind one of the benches here. He glossed over the finer details of the person, taking one quick glance of a katana and knowing he was even more screwed if this person was one of the Intent. Quickly, he tried to duck back down, immediately making contact with a sharpened fragment of the stone with his leg. He let out a muffled yell, his hand shooting over his mouth as he immediately took the piercing fragment out of his leg and tossed it away.
Zaryn brought his weapon up to his shoulder and looked through the scope to see them closer. He sat silently, watching through the scope. “Hmmm.” He would let out as the air around him crackles softly with electricity.
Rose hissed silently when the darker side of her woke at the fact that she wasn’t alone and struggled to keep her at bay knowing she would kill first than ask questions later. Her head snapped towards the sound of a muffled yell eyes narrowing before widening at the scent of blood though it was faint. Shifting ever so slightly she looked over the back of the bench gold eyes flickering between gold and silver as she looked over the tombstones, only to snap her head towards the pillors at the faint sound of crackling electricity. “Fuck…” she hissed softly as she scooted back from the bench, grasped the back of it and with a straining yank, she ripped it out of the ground for cover and pressed up against the seat of the bench.
He tears off half of his left sleeve and ties it around the bleeding wound in his leg. The improvised bandage would have to do, but assuming the worse he figured to hell with it and finally made a move. Standing straight up, he started, “Whoever’s out there… You better watch yourselves! You don’t know who you’re messing with.” A boldfaced bluff. Trey moved around the tombstone and out into the open. Bravado seemed to take over though, as he managed to somewhat mask the limp he should have. Apprehension in his voice, he stated, “I-If you come out and show yourselves, I might go easy on you…”
He steadies his scope as the wind started to blow from the south. “Shit, not now.” He stands up to a crouched position and moves at a slow pace, knowing he wasnt yet spotted. He only moved a few feet a minute. The temperature was also starting to drop the later it got. He turned on his thermal vison and stopped a hundred yards from them.
Her eyes narrowing even as a shiver rippled through her, Rose twisted her body in such a way that it allowed her to draw her weapon without being seen and slowly straightned up the wind blowing her hair about her as she locked her gold eyes on the male several feet away, tailing over his form as she stood there katana down at her left side as she watched him, noting that he had no weapon which ment he tended to depend upon his magic more. ‘Or it is hidden well!’ she thought. As she stood there she waited for the other to come out of hiding, for she knew just by looking at the male who spoke, he wasn’t the one that crackled with electricity. “Easy?” she asked softly, her voice clear and smooth as she cocked her head slightly.
Flinching, he turned to the direction of the voice. Still unsure, he started, “Y-Yeah. I may not be with the Intent, b-but… That doesn’t mean I – we, we can’t fight.” The pain in his leg suddenly shot through him, realizing it was a lot worse than it seemed. It must’ve hit something important. And this meant he wasn’t in any fighting condition. “O-Okay. I’m bluffing. My name is Trey Garner. I’m just here visiting one of my friend’s graves. If you’re gonna kill me, just get it over with. Otherwise, I could really use some help…” He sat himself down resolutely, ready to face whoever the woman who responded to him was.
Zaryn sees both of them clearly now, he stands to where he could be seen, only if they actually look hard enough. he moves to the pillar and leans on it, still aiming at them in a relaxed manner. Breathing in and out only a couple times every minute. He waits to see how things transpire between the two before deciding what to do.
Her senses went haywire causing Rose to tense up her hand tightning over the hilt of her katana until she forced herself to relax and sighed as she watched the male before her. “Swear on your Magic Trey Garner that your not of the Intent and that you mean no harm period and I’ll help you with your wound.” she stated as she stayed where she was, knowing for a fact once a Mage gave his/her word on his/her Magic that it would kill them if they broke that bound in anyway. As she stood there she knew the other had heard her as well and hoped when the time came he or she would do the same. For by now if he or she was an Intent both Trey and herself would already be dead.
“Cross my heart and hope to die… Well not hope, but you get what I mean. Anyways, I swear on my transformative magic that I have no intention of hurting or inconveniencing you outside of helping me right now.” He was specific so that it would ensure that he wouldn’t be injured and to let the woman know that he was serious now. His body eminated a purple aura, as his breathing felt a little restricted, probably due to the vocal contract. “I’m coming over to you…” He slowly began to crawl, inching towards wherever the voice was coming from.
Zaryn continued to watch, wondering if they even heard his aura, it was soundless at all. “This is getting good.” He said as he looked up at the moon. “Isn’t it?” He would ask it like it would respond. He shook his head and continued to observe.
Rose’s breathing hitched as the vocal contract activated and gritted her teeth, for it hurt since the last one she had made had backfired on her. Silently she stood there watching the form crawl towards her before turning her head and looking straight at the pillar where the other aura stood, her gold eyes flashing briefly allowing her to see just a warm outline against the pillar before reverting back to gold as she turned her attention back to the male as she stepped over the bench she had pulled over and waited as a low blue pulsing light glowed at the fingertips of her right hand.
Crawling past a bench, he finally met up with the woman mage he’d been talking to. He appeared to have been run ragged, his breath strained and sweat dripping down his face. His glasses were crooked and fogged up as well. Taking a glance at the woman, he could tell he’d have gotten his ass handed to him. A lot of the females who’d gotten magic were taken down withn the first year, so the survivors typically ranged from super protected to not requiring protection, and this woman fell in the latter. He coughed a bit, his wounded right leg going a little numb. “If you need my insurance card… it’s in my wallet… Trey Garner… Pleasure to… meet you…”
Zaryn gets tired of watching, he slowly crawls towards their position as quietly as he could, after a few minutes he was within earshot. “Easy now.” hed say as he stands, gripping his rifle tightly still, ready to react to any situation he was. The energy surrounding him started to flux, then calmed again, making a loud crackle through the air..
She smiled slightly wondering if this boy had survived only by his transformative magic and sighed as she watched him taking intrest in the way he looked and his labored breathing. “I am Rose, no last name. And I don’t think an insurance card will help you, Trey. Not now.” she said as she stepped forward only to twist around her katana coming up as a black flame spread down the length of the blade her eyes narrowing on the male that now showed himself, the pale blue about her fingertips turning black as well. “It seems neither of us are with the Intent.” she stated softly, her voice silky but deadly as she stepped back until she stood beside the Trey than knelt down turning her attention to his leg though she never sheathed her blade as she looked at Trey. “Let me see the wound, Trey.” she stated softly, keeping an eye on the other male from the corner of her eye as she waited.
Trey’s vision grew dark around the edges, looking at the blood soaked garment that was wrapped around his wound. He undid the knot, exposing the deep cut. He let out a haggard cough, shutting his eyes once he felt the cold air hitting the wound. He cringed a bit in pain, but gritted his teeth and sat up as straight as he could. Turning, he said, “Good enough look for ya, Miss Rose?”
Zaryn sat watching them once again, but now he wasnt hidden. The sinister smile on his bandana was clearly seen in the current lighting, he wasnt mentally stable. He could feel the loss of energy from here. “Power. It feels good.” He said, almost laughing, he had that demeanor about him, borderline insane. The lightning arced off and broke a few tombstones and blackening the nearby tree. “Don’t you agree??”
Hissing at the amount of blood the boy had already lost, Rose slid her katana back into its sheath and with strength that seemed to belie her looks, ripped the boys pants where the wound was and quickly used what he had used to wrap it as a tourniqe before grabbing the wound squeezing it shut with her left hand, instantly slipping a stick between the boys teeth when he cried out. “Bite down on that instead of crying or screaming. This will hurt even more.” she said as her right once again began to glow a pale blue. Her gold eyes flickered towards the other male when he spoke and sighed when it registered that he was borderline insane. “That depends your perceptions of Power.” she stated as she slid her first finger over the wound, cleaning it out as blue light poured into it, her warning being true.
Pain immediately swept over him, as he fell backwards, digging his nails into the dirt. His yell of pain was muffled as the stick in his mouth split long ways, his teeth splitting it in two. His body glowered purple for a brief moment, his face becoming slightly paler in that moment before recovering. The light disappeared as well. His eyes were shut tight, tears streaming from one of his eyes. The rock had definitely nicked something important as it tore through his leg. The shock of the pain must’ve kept him going before it finally realized itself. And damn, did it hurt. He could hear the blood pumping through his ears, as well, his heart was beating so damned fast.
Zaryn zips to the other side of the area and tilts his head far to the right. “Power! What I did there, and there, and there!” He exclaimed as he pointed to the tree and tombstones. Upon motioning to himself he zipped around the small area it almost looked like he was teleporting. His fast movement seemed to leave a trail of scorch marks on the dirt. “Power. Good.” He said with a huge grin behind his face cover. He looked down at the injured guy. “You have weird power.” He paused and twisted himself to look up to the woman. “You too. Different from mine.” He said, this time his voice seemed off.
Rose flinched for she knew she was causing the boy pain and wish that she wasn’t, yet it was needed to make sure the wound wouldn’t get infected. “I’m sorry Trey. I know it hurts, I’ve had to heal myself many times since I quired my magic.” she said softly they boy reminding her of her little brother, pain and lose swelling up inside her even as the darker side flared through her, which she reined in before it could cause problems or more pain for the kid. Her gold eyes locked onto the other male even as she raised a brow. “We all have different Powers as you call it. Some for defense and offense some for speed or healing or just about anything.” she stated as she finished cleaning the wound and started to heal it slowly from the inside out.
It was about this time that he wished he’d never been picked. Out of those four thousand that’d started this, there were barely any left. Even worse, some of them he became friends with. The one who’d granted them this power probably knew that these events were an eventuality, otherwise he was a naive bastard. Trey’s mind slipped in and out of consciousness as the pain subsided. Gradually, Trey’s awareness grew and he could finally release the half stick in his mouth. He still grit his teeth as he sat up, staring at the man who’d approached them a moment ago. “Some of it useless…” His gaze lowered as he let out a sigh.
Rose sighed softly as she let go of Trey’s leg with her left hand as she finished healing the would, leaving behind a small scar and plopped back onto her ass by the boy and flexed her hands. “For some the Power is useless buddy. Specially for those of us who don’t have the Power to fight for us let alone protect ourselves or those we love.” she stated as she laid back on the ground and sighed closing her eyes.
He caught his breath, collapsing onto the ground and breathing heavily. He let out a laugh, covering his eyes with his hands. “Oh, God, I’m so stupid. Getting tricked by a stupid rock.” His laughing ceased rather quickly, though, as he flexed his leg back and forth, feeling that it was more or less fixed. As he examined the leg itself, he saw that the spot around it had a ring of paler skin. And upon closer inspection, it was growing. Painstakingly slowly growing. “Ah, nuts…” Letting out a sigh, he turned back to Rose. Concern in his voice, he asked, “Are you okay? Did that take a lot out of you?”
Zaryn puffed up a little. “Learn to use power! Not useless, none of it!” He stomps and lightning streaks across the sky, into the nearest town. “Cant be. Where are they hiding?” He thrashes around looking for something…but what? He couldnt hold back his curiousity, he pulled out his rifle and used it to look off into the distance, scanning the area for whoever he thought was hiding.
She smiled softly as she shook her head. “I okay, just not used to healing others. It’s been a while since I used my gift on another.” she said as she sat up and checked the scar. “If you like, take off your jeans and let me stitch up the hole i ripped.” she stated as she smiled slightly flexing her fingers. Only sigh as she watched the other male. “Its a pity at times.” she said softly shaking her head, even as she shivers. “And another lost.”
The small little bit of pale skin shrunk for a moment, but then proceeded to continue to grow again, albeit even slower. He shut his eyes and started mutter, “Not Elodie, not Elodie…” In response to Rose, he shook his head. “Just rip a hole in the jeans…” However, he catches sight of the other man, who was staring all willy-nilly left and right. “What’re you… looking at, there? And more… importantly…, who….. are you?” He was still weak, so he had to pause between every few words.
Zaryn stops moving suddenly, as if he can magically freeze himself. He places his finger on the trigger. Lightning surges from his hand and arcs towards the front of the barrel, 3 arcs go in from the muzzle, as if to accelerate the bullet. After a moment he fires a shot into the distance and the hit could clearly be heard. “Bad people are looking for us they are!” He says frantically, then looks down at Trey and points. “That is what I was looking for!” He thinks quickly. “Zaryn.” Suddenly his voice is calmed.
At hearing Zaryn’s words Rose leaped to her feet and held a hand down to help Trey up. “We are no longer safe here. We must find a better place that is easyer to defend. We are to open here.” she said as she looked towards Zaryn. “Stay with us okay. Seems we are being hunted and with your rifle you can help us out.” she said watching him.
Taking her hand, Trey nodded. “The mood here sucks, anyways.” His legs wobbled as he tried to gain any sort of balance, and upon achieving it. “We should move. If you can take one down when they’re near us, I can help.”
Zaryn motions for them to go. “Head start, I gotta get another one.” His eye flickers and you could tell by the look on his face he enjoyed the hunt. He readied his rifle and charged for a second shot.
Nodding at Zaryn Rose turned and with Trey’s hand still in hers she headed away from the cemetary and into the forest that she had come out of letting her eyes go from gold to all silver so that she could see better in the dark. “Stick close Trey. I don’t want to loose you.” she stated as she looked back at said boy even as she squeezed his hand, before facing forward and moving deeper into the woods.