<span style='color:blue'>Ooc:Azezel Wearing:Naught but a black cape. Date:12 Dyo 81381</span> Azel walk slowly through the dark bubble enclosed city seeking salvation from her own darkness within a different darkness. After hours of walking in a giant circle around the city she collapsed on a blus bench facing the vast ocean. <span style='color:purple'>"Why doesn't anything ever go right for me." </span>she sighed She had started to cry again it would seem like it never ends. She slumped even more on the bench face down toward the floor, adding water to the water city.
<span style='font-family:Impact'> Kwerty Wearing: His black slacks, and Green Short-coat. Beret. All his usual attire. </span> <span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Kwerty had a kind of strut as he walked. Nothing to show off, but he wasn't a clumsy oaf either. Either way, he was walking. Playing with matches as usual as well. He knelt down, and flicked one into the air. Like a tiny molotov cocktail, it arched it's way until it hit the ground with a small, colorful explosion. With this he smiled noticing someone in what seemed to be despair. Now his demeanor changed. From happy to now only slightly happy. <span style='color:purple'>I know today's been very drab...</span> He muttered to himself, <span style='color:purple'> But it's not that bad.</span> He now lit an inscense. He walked over to the thill on the bench. As the smoke rised, it gained color. Having smell as well, it seemed like a real flower if you weren't paying attention. Kwerty was counting on this, seeing as he didn't think she was... at all. He let a small cough. <span style='color:purple'> "Ahem, M'lady?" </span> Kwerty smiled again, as the smoke was dissipating whilst she was looking up. </span></span>
Azel didn't fully hear the matches but noted their passing her sobs had takenaway most of her senses. So fully her tears overwhelmed her. Sshe didn't even notice the foot falls of another, the only thing that drew her attention was the smell nearby. <span style='color:purple'>"Insense hav...ent smell...tha..t in a while" </span> between sobs. More tears rolled down her perfect face as the memories flashed by, she used to light insense candles when she was married. But a cough near-bye jolted her from those terrible memories. She looked up suddenly realising someone was there. She had heard him slightly. <span style='color:purple'>"Um...hi," </span> trying to sound as cheerfull as possible
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:purple'> "Hello."</span> Kwerty let the incense drop from his hand. <span style='color:purple'> "Sorry to bother you. I just don't like seeing people in despair.."</span> He took a seat beside her. He started now to fiddle with his thumbs a bit. <span style='color:purple'> "May I ask what the trouble may be?" </span> He lit another match awaiting a response, not in a 'hurry up' type manner. Just to light another match, to play with. </span></span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Well if you really wish to know." </span>taking a deep hiccough filled breath <span style='color:purple'>"Okay I've been through two marriages which went to hell, one of my sons has left me completly never to be seen again and the other has gone to some acadamy. So you see I have no one left for lil me." </span> Sighing deeply after with a brief hint of gladness <span style='color:purple'>"Why don't you sit down, sitting is always better than standing."</span> She hadn't noticed him sit down, as thoughts of the past were whirling through her again. He did seem an awfull lot more cheery than her.
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Kwerty now took a slightly odd look at her. Her request for him to sit was kinda weird seeing as he had already sat down. He lit a match though, immediatly throwing it into the air and watching it explode like a tiny firework... The sparks drifted to the ground and hissed as they extinguished. <span style='color:purple'> "Y'kno, for being underwater.. this place is pretty dry." </span> There were no bars or taverns close to where they were, and to Kwerty's knowledge there weren't any at all. Then finnaly paying attention to what she had said, <span style='color:purple'> "Oh, that sounds dreadful. I don't know if I could stand something like that myself. At least you've still got that son eh?" </span> He offered her a match now. <span style='color:purple'> "Like fire?" </span> He asked with an innocent smile. He layed the match on the bench for her to take or not. He then began to make a small house of matches.. More of a box. A box of matches. Nothing on top, just a square of stacked matches. He lit the bottom, and watched as it burst into flames. Then through the middle, a blue flame rose and took shape. It began to fly around a bit. Looking almost alive. It resembled a knucker dragon. Long and slender, four small legs, and two small wings. It was beautiful, at least to Kwerty. It looked intently at a bug on the ground.. It seemed to be hungry... But instead it looked back at the thill on the bench. The indents on it's face that were supposed to be eyes seemed to close, Then with a twist of his wrist all of the flames left the 'match box' and in a column of flames, the dragon was engulfed and all of the flames dissipated at once. Leaving just a smoldering pile of matches on the ground. Kwerty wasn't showing off, just having some fun. With this he looked to see the expression on her face. </span></span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Of cause I like fire it kinda represents my life. Your good with fire and some of the stuff is pretty amazing. So what about you how come your always so happy?"</span> Feeling a little more happy than she had been in a long time. Odd for two opposite personalities to clash together.
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Kwerty in his cheery demeanor, Changed now to a deeper tone. A serious tone, <span style='color:purple'> "It's a nice facade eh? Pretending to be happy, Is sometimes just as good as being happy itself. Being able to spread joy.. I suppose that makes me happy." </span> He looked back to her with a smile, and started again, to play with his matches.</span></span>
She looked at him as his face went through a range of emotions until he started to play with his matches. <span style='color:purple'>"Sometimes pretending is just as good, making other happy has one draw-back in that it sometimes doesn't make you feel happy. Still you seem happy enough."</span> She watched him play with his matches launching colours of green and blue into the air, it looked very fun. <span style='color:purple'>"Could I try that?"</span>
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:purple'> "Making people happy..." </span> He continued as he handed her a match, <span style='color:purple'> "Keeps me happy enough." </span> Taking a happier tone again he began to give her instructions, <span style='color:purple'> "You've got to think about it, pretty hard. But all in all, it's just imagining with extra emotion."</span> He flashed a smile, as he looked to watch her try. </span></span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Hmmm, seems simple enough."</span> Azel held the match up in front of her face at arms length. Concentrate, concentrate, red flame Now? There was a long wait before something happened, a single tiny red spark fell from the lit match. Disappointed she sighed. <span style='color:purple'>"Oh well first try I suppose."</span> She looked at Kwerty with a smile, his idea worked it seemed. She was happier for now.
