KH: Uprising RP

Upon this evening, Taliena carried herself upon a pair of light feet, fluttering through the town's center like a dancer, making her way across a stage. As she passed by, some peoples' eyes followed her path, giving her what attention they could between the screams in the distance. She knew what it was that was going through their heads. Each and everyone of the was asking themselves why she would be in such a delighted state of mind while all of these horrors were still unfolding within the town. Of course, that's what they had been thinking, until they found out that the heartless that was last seen had been defeated by a local hero. So their minds were taken off of her dancing quickly, submitting to the thought that maybe she had been dancing at the sound of this news herself.

The reason for her dancing was not something so trivial, and daily as a heartless being defeated by some nameless hero, though to her, it was something that was as common. But to the others in the town, it would be considered an honor above most others to have upon one's agenda. On this evening, Taliena, or Natalie, as many in the town still referred to her, had been sent an invitation to join the heads of the government for a diner social. Her family would be there in a short while, following in her wake. She had simply been in good spirits to have gotten such an invite, especially because she had also been summoned to enjoy a pre-meal tea drinking with the leader himself. Natually, she had abandoned her new favorite get-up, and dug out one of her older, yet still stylish dresses from the wardrobe. Her favorite jewels had been salvaged for the occasion. If she had to say so herself, she look very smashing.

Seeing as she had plenty of time, and the ability of flouting ones self before the public eye was something that only a few people in the town had the pleasure of doing these days, she altered her path, prancing down a lonely alleyway, the heels of her shoes clicking and clunking upon the stone walkway. It wouldn't be a terrible detour, and the alley let out along the road leading straigh for the castle. Really, it was more like a shortcut, or at least, a route of equal distance. Either way, she would arrive in time for tea, and diner, and be all the closer to the heads of the ruling class. It would be like making the perfect play, really, if it could just work out right.

Then.... Voices? People, maybe? Good thing I left my Bubbles at home for the night.


The warrior sat resting down within the light of the full moon as it shone down upon the world from the star encrusted skies flickering high above his head. Within the the darkness of the night, his form, clad in an all fitting black plate-armor, was made almost invisible to the untrained eyes. The only visible part of him would have been his face, which by that extension, would have seemed as though it were floating unsupported in midair. Yet slowly, the full image of his form was coming into view has he stripped off the top half of his armor, shortly preceding the removal of a black silk robe top. Each slab of metal, each bit of cloth, which came off his body revealed a small cluster of redish dragon's scales, covering his torso as though they were just another article of clothing. And to him, that's all they were in the long run: just another part of his appearance, one that wasn't so special, or extraordinary in any manner.

The warrior looked around, trying to get a bearing on where he was, and more so, how it was that he had come to be here. All he could recall was being surrounded by total darkness, sucked into a warp hole of some kind, and then, only a few minutes ago, he found himself sprawled out upon this cold rock surface surrounded by what appeared to be a crystalline valley, sparkling in the silver light of the moon. Beyond the valley, as his eyes could best discern, lay a large castle, bragging its presence to a small town resting at its base, overshadowing the people with its sheer display of might. Surely, this was a place that was very much like home to this man, and maybe, just maybe, this WAS his home, torn apart at last by the invasions, and rebellions that had continued to rage after his departure. But whether it was his home or not, he felt comfortable here, and confident in his ability to fit, just as soon as he managed to get the rest he needed.

Sitting in the cool night air, he let his scaled body enjoy the light breeze, cooling it off, clearing it of the sweat that had come upon him, he looked up hopefully to the night sky, wishing upon every, and any star that would listen to him. Gripping the handle of a hand axe resting at his side, his wishes drifted into something more tangible.You're out there.... somewhere.... you're here, and I know you are....

 

Damn, that last battle took a lot out of me....

Zeije's previous battle against his pursuer had been the hardest of any of the duals he had taken part in in a long time, and in the state of things now, his condition might only worsen things. It wasn't so much that he was utterly wounded, and left near death, but he was pretty out of it, compared to where he had been after the battle before the last. Now he was lost, lost in a world that he did not know, in which he could easily fall victim to some unknown form of power. He'd be able to defend himself, yes, but if he didn't find some way out of the town, and into a more secluded area he'd be left in the middle of the conflicts that had been sparking up since he had gotten here. Those same mysterious black creatures that had attacked him and Orion just the day before were causing trouble on this world as well. He'd have done something, but his fatigue from being fugitive had taken its toll. He had needed rest, and now that he had gotten just a little bit, he could take on the task of helping the defenses of the town... unofficially, that is.

Staying within the darker sections of town, he had evaded these creatures, these shadows for the majority of his time there, and kept his presence an inconspicuous one. Compared to some of the others that he had seen around in the passed few hours, a man wrapped in travel robes, face covered by a scarf, would not be anything that caused suspensions to mount upon him. In fact, it seemed that here, he blended in seamlessly with the underground crowd, scrounging around, clawing at the dirt matted surfaces of the back alleys, and side streets which weaved in and out of the main town. But it may have only been a stroke of mere luck that he had kept so well away from the prying eyes of the masses. After all, they had all been preoccupied trying to rid themselves of those black things that seemed to come straight up out of the ground.

He looked up to the sky, just as a low, soft rumble of thunder echoed across the mountains. Upon the stars, a thick mass of clouds now began to manifest rapidly above the town, and the first few drops of rain pelted gently upon the top of his head. At that same moment, his presence was accompanied by an unwelcome set of guests, rising up from the ground around him, groping to their feet, and readying themselves for their attack. As another, louder roll of thunder strummed out over the horizons, he revealed his weapons, a pair of dual short swords, bearing the same form a a scimitar. Both blades held at his side in attacking form, became consumed by a white aura, which covered the blade, running down the handle, and covering his body.

It's dark, it's raining, I'm outnumbered five to one.... The perfect setting for their defeat.

One threw itself, body and all upon him making a hideous, high pitched screeching noise, which sounded like a fisher cat or a fox, yelping at its prey. It's clawed hands reaching out beckoning for the young warrior to walk into its deadly embrace, it came out fast, and the others seemed to follow its movements in a highly synchronized fashion. He was ready for it. Being that the lot of the were airborne, and lacked wings, to his knowledge, he could easily tuck under them. Throwing himself to the ground, he carried out his maneuver, rolling under the 'leader' of the party, spinning himself around as he rose to his feet following through the motion with his wielding arms. Responding to the motion set forth by the movements of his arms, the auras concentrated upon the blade flung off of swords as he passed both through the spinning momentum. He couldn't see it just right, but out of the corner of his eyes, he was dead certain that he had managed to wipe out the lot of them with the attack.

Surveying the alley, he saw that no life but himself remained nearby. He had either defeated all of them, or defeated some of them, and the survivors had retreated to reform their ranks. They'd attack again, if the latter was the case, and they would bring larger numbers to deal with the problem. Not replacing his blades to their sheaths, he continued along the alley, keeping himself aware of all happenings. Any movement could be a hint at the presence of those things.

 

The clear night had begun to give way to a storm amongst storms, punching into the skies as a boxer through the defenses of his opponent, pressing it's presence upon the community below. The first of the rain droplets splattered lightly against young Taliena's head, instigating a shivering feeling that ran down to the ends of her flowing heir strands. As the droplets commenced with a harder, faster decent upon the world, her hair became wetter, almost to the point of being completely drenched. It was only at this point that she removed from the confines of her dress, a smaller sized umbrella, just large enough to shield herself from the impending downpours. A smile cracked across her face as the first bolt of lightning flashed across the cloud cover, splitting off, curling around in its path of purple light. It was almost as beautiful almost as spectacular as she was.

As she paced through the back ways, she noticed a small form scuttling along at her side some distance away. 'Twas a device which seemed to be of an arachnid form, bearing a single eye upon it's tiny structure. She'd have been unsettled by its presence, had it not been a familiar device. The owner was one of her own understudies, a male by the name of Lexbak, who had found himself in a state of inquiring curiosity on many a subject, and sought out answers to those questions that were kept secret from the public eyes. Being that Taliena was currently in the good graces of the king, and many of his officials, her ability to snatch information on coming events, and current defensive measures was far greater than those that clung to the normal society. So in a exchange for her generous hunt for the knowledge and understanding he sought, Lexbak offered the mistress his services. Stopping for a moment, she motioned her hand, beckoning for the device to join her, which was an invitation the mechanism could not refuse. It would only make its programmed task easier. The device made its way towards her, climbing onto her left shoe, wrapping its legs around her ankles, gripping firmly to her legs. It would look just like another piece of jewelry from her collections. Her smile widening, she continued walking.

In due time, a young girl passed by her, seemingly is a flustered panic about something or other, though what it was, the mistress wasn't thoroughly interested. As the girl darted passed her, she made quick rotation of her umbrella, splashing the collected water off to either side of her, not bothering to stop and witness the effects of her actions. Even if the girl didn't stop to confront her, she'd be feeling the humiliation, everyone felt it. Not long after the girl had passed by, another female figure approached her, this one seeming to be injured, using some strange, expensive looking cane to hold herself up upon her feet.

"Hoy, pretty lady! Can I ask you something?"

"Indeed. What is it you are need of knowing dear?" Realizing the malevolence in her grin, she quickly wriggled it upon her face, reestablishing it as a friendly and inviting beam.