<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Tria, 13, 81379. Character: Nemp Wearing: hand stitched black cloth pants and a handmade, sleeveless blue tunic, along with a purple cloak with a black eye on the hood front.</td></tr></table> The hood fell into his eyes again. how annoying it was to keep getting your vision blocked by your fashion statement. He sighed and pulled the hood off of his face, his eyes a dull grey. He pulled his necklace from his tunic and examined the stone. <span style='color:blue'>This will be a good night, I'm told...</span> he muttered, breaking into a run and darting down an alley. he skidded and stopped, leaning around the corner slightly. as far as he could tell, it was a drug deal in the works. good. some action. He extended a hand toward a plank of wood nearby, stepping onto it and closing his eyes. he levitated the wood carefully, and once he has his bearings, lifted his hand again to experiment with moving. he bent his knees and moved the board forward, leaning for the curve. a head turned and a gun was drawn, but too late. he lifted his hand and with an amazing display of force, skidded a dumpster to knock a number of them onto their faces. He jumped off the board, letting the board drop with a loud, echoing clatter. He stepped forward slowly, a few of the thugs having the intellegence to run. he raised his right hand above his head, fire forming in his palm. <span style='color:blue'>I expected more from you.</span> he said wickedly, extending his index and middle finger to make his left hand into the shape of a gun. he brought it to point at the still standing gang members, a sharp jolt of electricity to them, it jumping from one to the next. a gunshot rang out, then another, then a third. he dove to his left, flinging the fir from his right hand. two shots missed, one grazed his leg. it hurt, but it wasn't the first time he had been shot. the fire connected with the last thugs arm. he fell, the side with a badly burned, furless arm beneath him. <span style='color:blue'>Next time you shoot at me, I'll kill you. for now, i hope you've learned your lesson. have you?</span> he inquired, to be met by a hastened stream of "yes, yes, yes." He limped back into the street, pulling his cloak around him to hide his injury, but the trail of blood was a bit of a giveaway. he made for the little hideaway he called home. slowly. carefully. he wasn't done for the night, but had to get a patch on the scrape before it got infected.
Black Market was a place where you can get rich and robbed at the same time. Like just what happened to Khuta. He'd just sold something of a value and loads of cash was exchanged for a stone. Few seconds later, some low life junkie decides to get up from his butt and target his money. Khuta sighed and picked up his bag from the ground. Maybe he shouldn't have come to Black Market. He walked along a street, not knowing at all where he was going. He has only been here once. His ears perked up when a loud clatter sliced in the air. Then moments later, gunshots. Khuta hurried his pace to see if he could help anyone. The sounds had stopped and from the nearby alley, a few thugs were scrambling away, fear etched in their faces. Soon, a lone pendragon came out of the alley, limping. Blood dripped as the 'dragon walked. <span style='color:gray'>Hey, you need some help?</span> Khuta called out.
Tvim, the vampire was wandering the streets of the black market getting ready to see some old friends. The smell of blood caught her nose and she moved towards it, not intending to feed but rather just to see. She was the blood trailing behind someone. She left her hood up, maybe they wouldn't notice she was there or that she was a vampire.
He turned to Khuta, lowering his hood and smiling. <span style='color:blue'>I'm alright, just need to get home to bandage a scrape. I wasn't very careful. I didn't think they would get a chance to shoot.</span> He said, motioning him to come along. He perked up and turned slowly, the vampire obvious to his sixth sense. <span style='color:blue'>Hello there.</span> He smiled, <span style='color:blue'>and I am fine...</span> he said, turning back to Khuta. <span style='color:blue'>I do it all the time,</span> he said, pulling a piece of metal out of his pocket. a steel cube. he willed it to float, the cube bobing in the air above an extended hand. he continued to limp forward, still headed toward home. <span style='color:blue'>you're bolth welcome to come to my home for a time, if you wish.</span> he said, <span style='color:blue'>If you need a place to rest, its safer than the streets.</span> he continued, turning a corner into another alley.
Khuta nodded to the new comer as a sign of welcome. Then he turned his attention back to the male. <span style='color:gray'>Yes, come to think of it, I do need some rest.</span> he said. He looked at the cube that the stranger had willed to float. He wondered what was that. <span style='color:gray'>So why were they after you?</span> Khuta asked about the group of thugs.
He stopped and turned to the other again. <span style='color:blue'>they were not, I was after them. if you don't mind, I'd rather not talk right now... I'm still bleeding.</span> He said, tossing the cube to the other. <span style='color:blue'>You want to try it? I'll help you out with it some.</span> he said, motioning to the cube. <span style='color:blue'>just picture it floating, and it may just, if you want it bad enough...</span> he said, trailing off. <span style='color:blue'>try it, kid.</span> he said, knowing that he would not be able to.
The gunshots were no surprise to his ears, being simple common sounds whispering in the winds of the back alleys. What did surprise him, however, was what might be mistaken for the sound of a gunshot. The sound of Air being heated and expanding in such a manner that it created a mighty crack. The sound of a Bolt of Lightening. Someone was using his or her powers. And, as luck might have it, that someone just happened to walk into the alley he was in. So, as the two walked down the street, he decided to interrupt. From a random indent in the wall of the alleyway that almost seemed to just pop up out of nowhere (but, of course, had been there all along), his darkened figure would appear. And indeed, this figure could send a chill down the back of the fiercest nightmares. The first appearance was his hand, catching the edge of the wall calmly to balance him. The hand was clawed, each finger ending in a point, and covered in blood red scales. The next was the foot; it, too, was clawed, and seemed to almost grip the ground. Like the hand, it was covered in the same red scales. Then the rest of the figure emerged slowly. His body was extremely well trained, physically speaking. His muscles were of impressive stature, but did not bulge. His body seemed to be more Draconic in nature than the average 'Dragon. In fact, his entire body seemed to be covered in scales. His chest, which was bare, had a dark red patch covering it. His head, too, carried the shape of a Dragon, having holes for ears, and a long mouth. Furthermore, two leathery Draconic wings were folded on his back, seemingly fully equipped for flight. The most interesting thing about him, however, was the fact that a rather worn blindfold was over his eyes. Remarkable, he was blind! And if any of them had kept their ears ready for rumours in these darkened areas, they would certainly have heard the rumours. A being, some claiming as a ghost, and others as a walking dead man, could be seen walking the alleys. A body like a Dragon, and his eyes covered in bandages. The whispers claimed that his name was Daemon. He turned calmly toward the two, holding out his clawed hand. In it was a small package. Bandages, in fact. A gust of wind came up from seemingly nowhere, catching the small package and blowing it toward Nemp. It was a fairly straight shot, too. "You should cover your wound until you treat it properly. The scent of blood lingers too strong on the air." Well, if he was Daemon (which he was), he probably wasn't someone that people would want to mess with right off. And even if he wasn't, he still looked like an able-bodied guy.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>May I Join? Character: Fynadette <span style='color:green'>(green is thoughts and telepathic speech,</span> <span style='color:purple'>purple is actual spoken words)</span></td></tr></table> Fyn sat upon the building's lower stoop, looking at the cold earth from underneath her paws. She contracted her claws, ripping at the dirt and stones so easily and quickly as if Fyn was threatening someone or something. She looked up to observe her enviroment. It felt cold, like the dark kind of cold. <span style='color:green'>I would be surprised if my ancestors loved this kind of feeling. Psshh,</span> she thought, <span style='color:green'>It is so not true to me.</span> Fyn shivered a little, pulling her thin black cloak around her arms and legs. She suddenly put on an expression of relief and annoyance, while her tail quickly appeared before her. It was covered in thick black scales with a warm, crimson fire burning at the end. <span style='color:purple'>Of course, my tail has fire! It doesnt give off much heat though...</span> She searched through her cloak pockets to find a golden instrument. She stared at it contently, but became fustrated. <span style='color:purple'>Well my con artistry works well... but how does this thing work? The pendragon said it was called the 'Pujc Pjaunkhuem', whatever that means.</span> Fyn fumble with it for awhile, realizing there was a small chain that looped in a small hole on the instrument. Fyn tugged the chainso that it made a small loop, big enough to fit one's head through. <span style='color:purple'>It must be a necklace of some sort,</span> she said. Fyn put her head through the loop, the chain caught her ears while she was doing so. <span style='color:purple'>Hmm, I wonder how it looks on me...</span> She pulled out an expensive-looking mirror -obviously she conned an unaware thill to get it- and looked at her face. Fyn looked at the mirror, noticing how much older she has become. Her deep grey eyes have become silver-like, her snout being longer and a little wider. <span style='color:green'>Well,</span> she thought, <span style='color:green'>I didn't notice how much older you look at 22.</span> She smiled, and then realized what she had come here for. She stood up, looking around with a bit of panic on her face. <span style='color:green'>Where could she be? She can't have possibly.... No. My sister has not died. She must have been held up somewhere...</span> Fyn walked into the road, checking around for any sight of her sister. Instead, she saw a different, figure that she thought was familiar.
Khuta caught the metal cube between his paws. He tried his hardest to make the cube stay afloat. But his knowledge of elemental kinesis was as much as his knowledge of farming. Clutching the cube in his white paw, he quickened his pace to catch up with the wounded stranger. His ears perked another time when he heard a movement somewhere nearby. Then, a creature that had the look that might scare off even the mean trader he'd met an hour before, materialised out of nowhere. There was a sharp intake of breath before the youth took a step back. It seemed, however, that the stranger wasn't here to fight but merely to help. Khuta find it rather interesting that a blind 'dragon could travel and know where excactly Nemp was. <span style='color:gray'>Hello...</span> said Khuta.
Nemp nodded, having heard all the rumors, but remained unphased by the dragons looks. he caught the small roll of bandages, nodded, and smiled. <span style='color:blue'>You have my thanks, Friend.</span> he said with a quick nod. <span style='color:blue'>If you would care to accompany back to my home...</span> he said, carefully adjusting his left sleeve to stay down. he did ot want anyone to see them... not yet. Ge checked to make sure his necklace was hidden. sure enough, it was. His ears stood on end suddenly he turned around, a trio of small stones floating, ready to be thrown. There was... someone in the road. but if they kept moving... He turned to Khuta, looking at the cube he still had. He gently grabbed the young males wrist, bought his hand out in front of him, and opened his fingers. sliding his hand under khutas own, he nodded to him. <span style='color:blue'>say it out loud. tell it to float in the air.</span> he said, smiling. <span style='color:blue'>I'll give you a little... boost.</span> he finished, the cube levitating on command. Miraculously, He pulled his hand back, letting Khuta do it on his own. He sat onto the ground, putting presure on the shallow wound on his leg. he wrapped it in bandages carefully. he yawned and all his fur shot straight out, standing on end. <span style='color:blue'>eak! I dislike when that happens...</span> he said, laughing softly. <span style='color:blue'>I used lightning, and there seems to be some charge left.</span> he said, putting a hand against the wall nearby. His fur dropped, though now he looked... ungroomed. He scowled. his eyes becomeing a pale, sky blue. he smiled and chuckled. <span style='color:blue'>well, wasn't that a show?</span> he said with a chuckle.
Daemon took a step back, adjusting his stance so he was directly facing the two of them. At the slight discharge of static electricity, he lifted his hand. A few sparks flicked off of it, before an orb of electricity formed around the clawed hand slowly. "... You should know that Kinesis of any form is near impossible to teach. Ones must be born with such gifts." He opened his draconic muzzle slowly, then, after a sharp intake of breath, he released a blaze of fire from his mouth. It struck the ball of electricity, spinning around it until it had covered the electricity. He held his hand up a tad higher in the air, and then simply tossed it forward. Not toward the new individuals of course, but toward the sky. The electrified flaming orb spun through the sky, before making a brilliant explosion off in the distance. Fireworks and sparks filled the night sky, and made quite the tremendous band. He calmly took a step back, bringing his arms to rest over his chest again. "You have talent, but you need to refine it. The air contains charges of electricity, and through mental concentration, you should be able to channel it with great skill, as opposed to letting it shock you." People could be heard rushing past the various alleyways now, heading toward the source of the odd explosion. This left the three of them (and the lady who might soon join) quite alone. Well, it seems he could do some flashy tricks. Rather flashy indeed, for a blind guy.
Fyn shreiked at the noise of a loud explosion. She was not expecting that. She had stumbled afterwards, but using common sense caught herself. <span style='color:purple'>There are people here... I must investigate!</span> Fyn breathed deeply, she needed to calm down before doing anything. Fyn looked to the left. The road was quiet over there.... almost eerie. <span style='color:purple'>It could've come over there. It doesn't look quite inviting though.</span> Fyn turned around, and slowly walked toward an alley. Her ears perked up. <span style='color:green'>Hm... I thought I heard someone! Or sometwo!</span> Fyn decided to follow the sounds, but hopefully the were not planning on leaving Bhim. Unfortunately, she's a con artist, not a spy. Fyn tripped on a stone in the road, near the mysterious group. She made a small help, struggling to get back up.
He looked unimpressed at the fireworks. nodding slowly, obviously understanding what was being said. <span style='color:blue'>I lost my focus when I was shot. It tends to hurt a bit.</span> He said, calmly hiding his annoyance at this strange 'dragons pestering him. <span style='color:blue'>but... that is not true. Driven, one can make talent of his own.</span> he said. he was liking this stranger less and less every second. He busied himself floating a rock, as his cube was on loan.
Khuta said whatever he needed to say and amazingly he watched as the cube floated. He looked sideways at Nemp to see if he had anything to do with it but it seems that he wasn't helping. Surprised, he looked at the floating cube with a weird expression on his face. Then came the loud explosion. Khuta had been to many concerts but this blast was louder than all combined. His ears were ringing and he had a little trouble in hearing for a little while. It seemed at the explosion had brought a new comer as well. Khuta didn't hear her but he was facing directly at her when she stumbled and fell. <span style='color:gray'>Hey, you okay?</span> he asked the thill and extended a paw to help her up.
Fyn's face immeadiately had changed to pink. Using the assistance of the stranger, she got up. Her looked down in embarassement and shame. <span style='color:green'>What was I thinking? I'm definitely not a spy.</span> She made a little sigh of relief as she looked back up again. <span style='color:purple'>Yes, I am okay, thanks.</span> Fyn brushed some dirt off her cloak, and straightening herself after the small accident. She looked at them, having a gut-feeling of security. <span style='color:green'>Obviously these are people I can be safe with... for right now.</span> <span style='color:purple'>Well, I am so sorry for interupting you. I think I should... </span>Fyn stopped to think. <span style='color:purple'>Well, I should leave...</span>
Daemon almost gave a slight flinch at the mention of pain hampering him. Pain? Pain was relative in his eyes. Well, his mind. He didn't quite have eyes. "... Pain hampered your skill? You'd be poor in battle. True, when driver, many reveal aspects that none knew they had. But I could guarantee you that, even with your 'driven' capacities..." He calmly turned his back on the group, beginning to walk away from them. Normally, this would be seen as foolish, but judging how he couldn't see anyway, it probably made no difference. "... You could not faze a Master. Refining one's talents is what crosses that gap." He spread his wings calmly, as if readying himself for a take off. And indeed, those wings of his had one hell of a span to them. "If you so decide to refine these powerful talents you have, search for me here. Tell them you seek Daemon, and you will find me." A soft breeze came up from between the buildings in the alleyway, which soon turned into quite the powerful gust of wind. His wings spread and caught the updraft, lifting him toward the air. True, if Nemp wanted to, he could try to stop the wind with his elemental kinesis. But then, would that turn out to be a good idea? Then again, Daemon's arrogance might just be enough to tempt someone to do just that.
He resolved himself to totally ignore the blind 'dragon. He looked at Fyn, smiling. <span style='color:blue'>It is about time you had joined us.</span> He said, bending his knees and preparing his mind. He jumped, easily ten feet up, then kicked off the wall, travelling another ten feet or so. He landed on the top of the building after a third jump, scanning the streets below. He shortly lept back into the ally, sliding a paw along the wall and using his telekenisis to slow himself down. he hit the ground, bending his knees. He would have simply jumped from building to building, but he had others with him this time. He dashed down the alley. <span style='color:blue'>Keep up!</span> he called back to them, not slowing down for them. He turned a sharp right, leaning into it and nearly falling over. he dashed out of sight.
<span style='color:green'>Am I to follow?</span> Fyn looked around in confusion. <span style='color:green'>I'm supposed to stay... where are we going?</span> Fyn tried to put on her best manners. <span style='color:purple'>I'm sorry, but where would we go?</span> Fyn's eyes followed the alley where the 'dragon had dashed through with curiosity. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>so sorry about the shortness!</td></tr></table>
As the demon-like 'dragon flapped his wings, Khuta silently enjoy the breeze that was created. He wanted to stay but then Nemp had dashed away so fast. <span style='color:gray'>Follow if you want. I'm going, though. Perhaps you should come.</span> he said to Fyn and then dashed after Nemp. He used this wings to keep up too so that he was running madly on air.
He skidded to a halt, grinning like a madman back at khuta. <span style='color:blue'>Come on, some action!</span> He said, darting away again. He lifted a trash can and let it fly, ducking behind a dumpster from the hail of gunfire, and other things.
