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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 6:21:34 GMT
Finally!!! He was out of this accursed place and yet he was still stuck in that lab in a way. He was only allowed out if he....'behaved' boy did he not want to! He wanted to set her on fire but refrained from doing so. Sooner or later he'd get to do that, it would just take time. For now though he was trying to figure out what to do. Where was he? This wasn't what he could tell from the memories he had in his head though it wasn't like he could recall much. The people here....the streets and the buildings...they just weren't familiar!!! A frustrated sound left him as he turned round and started in a different direction. The military man was a confusing sight for a few people considering his blue uniform was missing any crest or symbol of his home world and thus the government he served under. The rank he held was a tad hard to tell but it was a high rank of some sort. He didn't pay attention to that part. The orange sky was one that interested him, it was a sign of sunset yet...he'd been out here for hours. It should've turned to night by now. Why hadn't it? Darkness of the night should've come long ago yet it wasn't, black eyes glanced up to the sky though he soon looked over his shoulder. "Something I can help you with?" Ceb questioned. Michael Price |
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Post by Michael Price on May 17, 2015 7:26:58 GMT
This was certainly the longest he had spent on one world, well aside from Traverse Town but he figured that place didn't really count. He didn't know what it was about Twilight Town but the longer he spent here the more he wanted to stay, which was a bit of a problem in the long run because the goal was to explore all the worlds. Actually the goal was to expand to his mind, to see if he couldn't lessen the burden he was placing on his heart. A side goal was of course to figure out why the hell the Keyblade had come to him the first place, but hopefully the two things would all come together in the end. A small sigh escaped from his lips as he placed his hands on the back of his neck and walked through the town. His head looked up towards the orange sky, "It's probably because I feel like this world just gets me." it was stuck in the twilight, just he was. Unsure if he wanted to walk along the path of darkness like he had done so many times before, or attempt to do what Sarah had wanted by traveling down the path of light.
He brought his head down from the sky when he heard someone in front of him speak up. It was a person he hadn't met before. The guy was wearing a blue uniform and had black hair, had a certain...air about them that Michael couldn't help but feel was familiar. It was a mix of two feelings really, one of which he couldn't quite place his finger on but the second one he knew was darker in nature. "No, but is there something I can help you with?" he didn't have to be such an ass, but he couldn't help it. Michael's arm folded against his chest as he stopped moving, "I suppose if you really wanted to do me a favor you could stop asking random strangers questions." yup today was totally going to be a bad day.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2015 7:36:38 GMT
"Just asking, you seemed to have been looking for something." Ceb replied as he turned away, not carrying at all about the person's answer nor how they seemed to take it.
He really had no idea how to talk to people anymore. Ever since that girl died....in the lab, he hadn't a soul other than that accursed woman to talk with. Not like he liked talking to her anyway. The darker air to Ceb was his rage and anger they were key factors of him now. Sure they were there when he was a somebody but there were other things canceling it out. Now? Hardly a thing was preventing the rage and anger from making themselves present. At their added words, he glanced back over his shoulder at what could be a younger boy.
"I haven't asked anyone but you a single thing." Ceb retorted. "I don't want to do you any favors, I don't have a idea on who you are. It was question, nothing more and nothing less."
Yep...it was gonna be a bad day for both of em. Years of pent up rage and anger were stirring, not taking well to the boy's talking or assumption in the matter. The fact he hadn't used his fire was another thing, it was adding to it. Fire was a destructive and dangerous thing, rage and hate were the same.
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Post by Michael Price on May 19, 2015 8:13:22 GMT
I RAISE MY HEAD AND STARE INTO THE EYES OF A STRANGER | |
I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN THAT THE MIRROR NEVER LIES
He was looking for something? How and the hell had the guy come to that conclusion? Michael just been walking and minding his own business when he was suddenly being asked if he needed help. A heavy sigh escaped from Michael's lips and irritation passed across his features as guy began to speak more. It was as the man turned away from him that Michael finally realized why this guy rubbed in the wrong way right off the bat, he was military.. The sides of his uniform showed off his rank, it was barely visible but to someone like Michael it was unmissable. His hands curled themselves into a tight little fist and he felt the sharp sting of darkness build up inside of his heart. A whisper in the back of his mind telling him to react, to attack, to destroy. These people were all the same weren't they? Sure Isaac made it seemed like they were different, but was it really true? The dark aura this guy gave off mixed with the fact he was military? It was enough to set him off.
Michael took a step forward and his right hand darted itself towards his side, a tingle began to form within the palm of his hand. He could feel the Keyblade about to take shape, about to escape from the chasm that was his heart. Strains of Michael's black hair found themselves falling in front of his face as his golden eyes filled with hatred, "Don't wanna do me a favor then? Then why don't I make you. Make you...go away." he said, it was clear to tell by the tone of his voice Michael wasn't playing games. A flash of dark light appeared within the palm of his hand as Michael's Keyblade finally appeared, and with his left hand a spiral of black flames began to take shape. "Dragon's Hellfire!" he shouted out as he pushed his left hand forward the sphere of black flames launching itself towards the man.
He was impulsive, there was no need for this kind of action. He just couldn't help though, not only had it been awhile since he had fought, this guy just bugged him too. Time to scratch two itches at once.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2015 21:47:58 GMT
Ceb had started to walk away however he halted at the boy's words and looked over his shoulder once more. Who were they to make him do something for em?! He was already forced to listen to one person he wasn't going to listen to some stupid brat kid!! Seeing the flames coming at him, he jumped to the side and turned fully around. His eyes showing a great deal of the rage and anger he kept locked up.
"You wanna play with fire? I'll give ya FIRE!!" Ceb hissed, raising his hands red orange flames appeared around them and he tossed two fireballs at the boy.
They picked the fight with him and he wasn't going to back down from this. It was just some punk and while it wasn't Lilith, it would do for now. A few seconds after he tossed the fireballs, he charged forward, attempting to punch the boy in the face if he was lucky enough to get that close. It had been a long time since the high ranking military man had been in a fight course he couldn't recall that part of his past. He was a heartless now and people claim that fire goes with passion well for him, it went with rage and hatred now. Fire was destructive and dangerous no doubt it was true for the two people here who seemed to be able to use it.
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Post by Michael Price on May 24, 2015 7:30:40 GMT
I RAISE MY HEAD AND STARE INTO THE EYES OF A STRANGER | |
I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN THAT THE MIRROR NEVER LIES
Was this guy serious? Those pitiful orange flames up against the powerful force that was his black ones? This fight was going to be easy if that was all the guy had to offer. Taking care of the fireballs was child's play for Michael, his keyblade swatted them away with little effort and his expression hardened. For someone of military experience he didn't exactly have a very good grasp on tactics, rushing the enemy like that with your fists? Mistakes like that were going to get him killed , and quickly with someone like Michael being the person he was fighting. The youth had no idea what 'holding back' meant and even more so against someone who he hated so fiercely. His Keyblade spun around within his grasp his left hand taking hold the handle as the man neared, fist aimed towards Michael's face the youth brought it upward. The metal clashing with the man's gloved fist and Michael bared his teeth.
He wanted to say something, to spit an insult but he knew something like that wouldn't help him here; besides if he was speaking he couldn't use his next attack. A deep breath was taken and Michael began to build up his mana within the base of his throat, he then mixed it the darkness from his heart. A small and almost unnoticeable pain was sent coursing through Michael's chest, but such a thing was the price he payed for the darkness. His eyes then widened as he formed an o-shape with his mouth and began to breathe outward. Black flames began to exit from Michael's mouth in a rapid flamethrower like fashion, it was the second way he could perform the Dragon's Hellfire attack. With his enemy being so close avoiding it was going to be a difficult task, but only kept the torrent of flames going for a brief second. A pain was building in his throat as he jumped himself back and within the palm of his hand formed a single sword of light, once again using up the mana within his supply. The blade launched itself forward, aiming to pierce through the enemy's left knee, the goal? to restrict his movement even further.
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