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Post by Rhys Ymbrine on Apr 17, 2015 22:46:57 GMT
SEE OUR WORLD is slowly dying.
There were only two things in the universe that could leave Rhys in an anxious state. Nightmares and his mother's angry voice. So having a nightmare about his mother was enough to send him into a panicked state. No amount of slow breathing could help with the horrible feeling in his chest. So he found a better way to get rid of it. He decided to go for a run. After all, his body was stuck in fight or flight mode. There was nothing corporeal to fight, so the elf settled with running. Anywhere and everywhere. It didn't matter as long as the feelings started to subside.
It wasn't the safest thing to do in the middle of the night, but Rhys didn't care. He could take care of himself. And honestly the anxious feelings were worse than any possible scuffle. Though, now that he thought of it he left everything at home except for the clothes on his back. Ah well, he'd be fine.
Rhys stopped by the fountain to catch his breath. Most of the anxiety was gone, thankfully. But his lungs were on fire. Maybe he was just a little out of shape. The elf coughed, and took a quick glance at his surroundings. It was eerily empty. But then again what did he expect? A party?
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Post by Milo on Apr 18, 2015 0:05:58 GMT
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Milo wakes from his slumber at the end of the world, a feeling of restlessness coming over him. He gets up throwing on his white coat, and walks to the dark corners of the courtyard. Without much of a thought he steps through one of the shadows to find himself in a different world. He keeps himself hidden in the shadows as he surveys his surroundings. It looks like a fountain plaza, the area lit up, with dim yellow lights.
Suddenly someone runs up to the fountain that finds itself in the center of this plaza. They seem to be panting. Coming from a run? Milo smiles feeling their heart. A somebody for his to corrupt how wonderful. His only really issue now is that he forgot his sword back at the End of the World. That may be a problem. We will see how strong he is first. Milo starts to walk around the plaza, observing the man. His face contorts to a look of disgust. It will be a pleasure to deal with him.
He rests his shoulder against the wall, looking over at him for a second. "Not really the best time for a run now is it?" His face turning to a smirk, making the rest of his body relaxed as to hopefully not spook this somebody, surprise is his favorite and most useful weapon. Its time to Introduce myself. |
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Post by Rhys Ymbrine on Apr 18, 2015 5:40:47 GMT
SEE OUR WORLD is slowly dying.
Still having a hard time getting his breathing under control, Rhys glanced in the direction of the voice. He had caught him completely off-guard. How did he miss someone in his first look around? Did they just show up or were they here all along? His head was a bit hazy, so maybe he just sort of missed him entirely somehow. The elf wiped the sweat off his brow and looked over Milo. He didn't quite like that the boy was smiling at him, nor did he like the tone of voice he used.
It's probably just some punk, some sneaky little punk who thinks he can one up me. Really nothing to worry about at all.
But an uneasy feeling started to grow in the pit of his stomach yet again. It was probably over the same things as before. There was no way he was scared of this kid. Right?
“And why wouldn't it be?”
He scoffed and stood up straight. His body was aching all over from running for so long. No doubt his lack of rest was another factor in his lack of stamina. If anything were to turn for the worst, he could probably muster up enough adrenaline to get out of there. Rhys found himself regretting not bringing something with him. At least with his sword he could be very intimidating.
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Post by Milo on Apr 19, 2015 8:16:10 GMT
| Hunter and prey. But who is who?
Milo walks into the plaza, looking hard at this person with strangely pointed ears. He starts to move in a circle around him.
"Yes, for there can be some scary monsters about this time of night." He tilts his head to the side looking at this somebody. There heart seems. Whats the word he is looking for? Brighter that's it. I wonder why Milo thinks to himself.
He wants to just attack them, but he suddenly has the feeling that he needs to take a second. See what he can learn about this person. And figure out why they feel so odd. |
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Post by Rhys Ymbrine on Apr 19, 2015 9:45:05 GMT
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Rhys scoffed. It was such a ridiculously cliché answer and the elf just couldn't stop himself. If anyone were to say that in any other situation he would have tossed an oh my god in with his frustrated noise.
“Scary monsters? And what, are you one of these supposed scary monsters?”
He was anything but comfortable, and it showed in his frustrated tone of voice. He wasn't in the mood for games, and this is exactly what it felt like. At least, for the most part. Milo was moving around him, but there was no way Rhys was going to let him get out of his sight. It wasn't worth the risk. He didn't know what Milo was playing at. Or really what he was...So he watched him cautiously
Maybe there was more to this kid then he initially thought? Maybe it wasn't just some punk. It would explain the alarm bells going off in his head. A little too well at that. If only the elf could handle his nightmares like a normal person he wouldn't be in this position. With a rather exasperated sigh he spoke up again.
“Just what do you want from me?”
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Post by Milo on Apr 19, 2015 22:14:09 GMT
 | Hunter and prey. But who is who?
Milo smiles when he refers to him as the monster. So accurate, and he doesn't even fully know, yet. He loves being the monster in the night, he wants there to be story's told about him. Bathed in legend, so that no one will ever mess with his heartless brethren. For some reason Milo feels like this person is important, he isn't sure why. But he knows he wants to kill him. Suddenly his small cat like heartless crawls up to his shoulder, Milo's lips curl into a smile. "What are you doing here little one?" he asks as his hand moves up to pet him. Milo looks back to his counter part across from him, his features sharpening, his ears growing pointed. Far more then Rhys, and a shadowy tail snakes out from behind him. Milo now removes his hands from his pockets, curling them into fists. His eyes staring at Rhys, filled with fire. "I think what I want is a good fight." He raises his fists, a mad smile springing to life on his face. |
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Post by Rhys Ymbrine on Apr 21, 2015 8:29:29 GMT
SEE OUR WORLD is slowly dying.
Rhys was getting really tired of this. Quicker than he normally grew tired of things, or people. The familiar feeling of panic came rushing back into his chest when he saw the smaller heartless... So this guy was something much much worse than a street rat. It was comfortable with him. So that could mean one of three things. Milo was powerful enough to control heartless, that he was one, or both.
He could feel the hair start to stand up on the back of his neck. The elf hadn't really come across too many heartless in his lifetime. At least, none like this. He felt completely helpless without his sword. Normally fueled by his ego and confidence alone, Rhys was at a loss.
“Well I think you're looking in the wrong place.”
He said steadily, keeping his voice low. Hiding any and all traces of fear. He bit his lip and glanced down at his feet for a split second. Thinking. He wouldn't stand a chance right now. Not without his sword or his armor. Not against an opponent like this...Running might prove fatal, and was a weak thing to do. His pride wouldn't allow it anyways. He had to think of a plan and fast.
“Look... If you want to have a good fight. Wouldn't you want it to last longer than ten seconds?”
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Post by Milo on Apr 21, 2015 18:40:31 GMT
| Is it but a ploy?
Milo looks at Rhys with the greatest amount of sass that he can procure. Does he think Milo is daft? The likely hood of this person just running off to get away from him and not doing whatever it is he is going to promise he is going to do is to high. But, he thinks to himself. Maybe we can forge a little agreement, because honestly Milo wants to have his sword for this fight. "Oh? And how would you image you could prolong your inevitable desert into darkness?" These are much fancier ways to say what Milo is trying to say. But maybe is will help to add more mental fear to his opponent. There is no reason to say it wouldn't. |
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Post by Rhys Ymbrine on Apr 22, 2015 1:59:00 GMT
SEE OUR WORLD is slowly dying.
The elf swallowed hard. Rhys didn't want to have to fight this guy at all. But if he had to he needed time to prepare for it. Maybe choose a more suitable area than the fountain plaza. So no one else gets involved. If he could get a date even farther ahead he might even be able to train for it. But, that seemed unlikely. Milo would want it to be soon.
“Well. If you want a good fight, I would ask that you give me a small amount of time to prepare for it. A day, maybe. If you agree to that then I can give you the fight that you're hoping for and more...And what better way to die than to go down swinging right?”
Go down swinging. As if he was going to end up dead if he was prepared. Rhys felt like a scared child, but kept a stern face. No way was he going to show any more fear. He tensed up, getting ready for whatever answer he may get. If it was no; no matter how hard his pride would hurt, the elf was going to run. Fighting right this instant wasn't worth the risk. Actually no, fighting right now would be a death sentence. His body was running on empty, and adrenaline wouldn't get him far. Maybe fear was really starting to kick in.
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Post by Milo on Apr 22, 2015 2:43:46 GMT
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Milo starts to laugh when Rhys makes this little proposition of his. In truth he wouldn't mind it, he himself is tried having not had a lot of sleep so far this night. But he has no guarantee that this person would come back. At most he would have to hope he is interested in killing a heartless. But to be honest his interest in this prey has diminished. His desire to retrieve a weapon, and his fear. It all makes for a boring opponent. Maybe he would be less boring if he had some false courage in the form in weaponry. Milo had decided, he takes a step forward, his hands at his side. He plops down on the fountain bricks, crossing his legs and petting his little heartless. "You seem you make boring prey. So lets see if you are willing to make a good conversationalist." Milo now watches rhys, trying to gage what kind of reaction he was going to give. Not all battles are of the sword, some are of the mind. |
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Post by Rhys Ymbrine on Apr 23, 2015 9:39:11 GMT
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Rhys looked somewhat taken aback. How dare he call me boring?! If he had any piece of mind right then the elf would have went off. But he was still shaken, and outgunned. Being boring in this situation was probably a good thing though. It made Milo seem disinterested in ripping him a new one. So for that reason alone, he kept his mouth shut and hid how offended he truly was.
“You want to have a conversation?”
He asked, a bit unsure of what he was asking. Did he really want to just talk for a while? Or was this just some sort of ploy to get Rhys to put his guard down? Milo seemed so eager for a fight earlier, Rhys had half expected him to go along with what he was saying before. Hopefully Milo had lost interest in fighting him completely. Well whatever it was now, he was going to follow along. For the most part at least.
Hopefully if he kept it up for a short while, the heartless would lose complete interest and move on. Leave Rhys alone. So that he could go home safely, curl up in his bed with Anders and forget any of this stuff ever happened. Treat it all as if it were a bad dream, and he'd really been in bed cuddling a kitten all night. It was a childish way of doing things, but sometimes he couldn't really help it. The elf crossed his arms and cocked his head to one side.
“What do you even want to talk about?”
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Post by Milo on Apr 24, 2015 21:03:08 GMT
Notes It took me so long, I am sorry. That damn pure heart, its distracting.
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That's a great question Milo thinks to himself. He seems to have lost all bearings on this situation, his mind wandered to far. That is so unlike him to do. Normally he would have kept his head on his shoulders and stayed the course to fight him. Maybe it's this somebody's heart that is doing it to him. Distracting him. But he cant be sure, he doesnt even know how it is different from anyone elses heart. Just that it seems brighter, and at least right now for Milo it also seems to be good at getting him off track.
"Well, how about this. Tell me about your heart." Its a simply question to him, but maybe not so much to this other character. It is about something personal. But he does oh so hope that he will answer because it has quite peaked Milos interest. Being really the only thing that he can focus on.
"It seems different... Brighter one could say." At this point Milo has likely totally given away that he is a heartless but he doesnt really care. This person is afraid of him, hopefully he can use that to get the answers he wants. Who knows, maybe he will just have to rip out the others chest and see if he can find out on his how if he doesnt give the answers Milo wants.
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Post by Rhys Ymbrine on Apr 26, 2015 2:44:06 GMT
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“My heart?”
Rhys looked somewhat confused by that request. He didn't understand how it could be brighter than others. If anything it should be average. Maybe even darker. After all that he'd been through. The elf's mother was the worst person he'd ever known. No doubt he inherited whatever made he such a sour old witch. Even after everything she'd done he still couldn't hold her completely at fault. That was a massive glaring fault of his, and he figured didn't help his case any. What kind of person wouldn't hate her entirely? Someone like her right? Rhys bit his lip.
“Brighter.... I don't see how that's plausible.”
Rhys wasn't the nicest person. He was no where near as cruel as her. He wasn't malicious. He never really meant any real harm. The elf wouldn't call himself a bad person at all, however he wasn't all that great. Not with his defensive attitude. Why would a jerk have a “brighter heart” or whatever the hell that meant? Maybe Milo was toying with him? Or maybe there was something else going on. Something Rhys didn't know about. Might as well just mark that down as another thing his mother hid from him.
“I mean... I'm not some goody two-shoes little kid.”
I'm a total dick. Just ask anyone... He placed a hand over his own chest. Tonight just hit it's weirdest point. Though as confusing as this subject was, there was one thing it made clear. Milo was interested in his heart. And that was anything but okay. His panic was starting to kick in a little bit more. Rhys wasn't sure if there was really any way to avoid a knock down drag out tonight.
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Post by Milo on Apr 27, 2015 6:25:26 GMT
Notes It took me so long, I am sorry. That damn pure heart, its distracting.
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Yes, his heart is quite interesting. He would love to try and turn him into a heartless, maybe a brighter heart would turn into a much darker heartless heart. It would be interesting to see. But things like that are not that kind that Milo enjoys, he would get joy out of the fight and nothing more.
"You heart yes. Weather you know it or not its brighter." He taps his chin as he thinks about it. He will have to look into this more. He stands up and walks back to the dark corner that he entered in. With a small whisper he summons a small heartless out of the sight of Rhys. He then commands it to follow him.
"I think we well meet again some day. Bright one." Milo exits through the shadow and disappears as if he had never been there.
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Post by Rhys Ymbrine on Apr 27, 2015 23:19:36 GMT
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Bright one....
With Milo leaving Rhys felt a sudden rush of relief. The elf actually managed to dodge that bullet. At least, for the time being. He wasn't sure when that heartless was going to show back up again, and that worried him. However, it most certainly wasn't going to be tonight. And that was enough to let him sleep the rest of the night. Was it even still considered nighttime? Rhys sighed and glanced around. He didn't feel alone, but there wasn't anything else around... Though it was that time in the morning where people started to stir. Getting ready for their day.
After a few moments, he started to make his way home. Walking soon turned to sprinting. The elf decided that he was just going to call in sick for the next couple days. Get his head screwed back on straight. And maybe, just maybe, figure out what Milo was talking about.
What did it even mean to have a brighter heart? Who would he even ask to figure it out?
It was going to bug him till he figured it out.
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