Soldiers of Light ch.2: "Fateful Meetings"

Raiden · 07-20-2005, 05:59 PM

The night passed uneventfully. The new friends of Kurama were each given a room in the very large boat. And thanks to the strange cylinders that shot small beads of death, they actually felt truly safe for once.

As the night passed, the morning came. Kurama awoke in the morning to see Vance meditating beside him. Kurama shook his head. The damn demon never gave up on his duties.

"You better start moving. If you aren't careful, you might actually fall asleep."

Kurama bumped Vance as he walked past, waking the man from his meditation. Kurama walked down the hall of the boat. The walls were lined with tubes and pipings, and some kind of light was produced from a gas that Takin called "Neon".

Kurama entered a large area. There was a low table, and hanging from a wall above the table hung a tapestry that held a group painting of Tama and the group that followed him. It was a strange conglomeration of followers. All different, but unique in their own way. Takin was kneeling at the table, eating rice from a small bowl. He looked up at Kurama when he entered, he looked back down at his rice.

"Good night's sleep?"

Kurama nodded, and took a place at the table, reaching for a bowl of rice.

Inbred Chocobo · 07-20-2005, 06:20 PM

Kiro woke up with one of the worst headaches ever. "Ah man what happened." He said as he took a look around the room. His stuff laid in a corner and his money pouch sat on the table next to the bed. He also noticed another figure laying beside him. Guess I've been drinking again. He thought, each word that came to mind striking him very painfully. He grabbed his money pouch and walked over to his armor and started getting suited up.

As he walked out of the inn, the man behind the counter shouted to him "Man I have never seen someone drink like that before. You must have an iron liver to survive that." This explains the headache. Kiro grimly thought as he walked out. The stench of heavy drinking suddenly struck him after only a few steps out of the inn. The stench was so sudden that it stopped Kiro in his tracks. He looked around for something to get rid of the smell and noticed a sign. The sign stated a simple bathhouse down the road it was by and Kiro thought thats as good of a place as any.

PhoenixFlame · 07-20-2005, 06:34 PM

Koyuki returned from her feeding expedition right before sunrise, just after she had finished cleaning herself of her prey's entrails. The group were, remarkably, still sleeping. White Kimono lay in her mesh of wires, Yaburu against a tree, Kirakiri nowhere to be found, and Chikane staring off into (and beyond) the campfire.

Koyuki walked up to the campfire across from the priestess, and drew her sword, swiping the weapon through the campfire's flame.

"Rise. Today requires we be swift."

With that, she sheathed her blade. Yaburu had instantly awoken at the sound of a weapon being drawn, the monk proving to have a very strong sense of awareness, and White Kimono was similarly awoke by Koyuki as she adressed Chikane.

"Now, let us continue. Kurama's group will wake soon." the Demon said to her assembled compatriots.

Dante · 07-20-2005, 06:59 PM

Chikane continued staring into the fire until Koyuki's words reached her, whereupon she blinked and looked at the demoness, for a moment looking as vulnerable as a small child.

"Y-yes... of course. Give me a moment to prepare, if you would."

She placed her palms together, and as she did, her long hair was lifted invisibly and doused with water that seemed to appear out of thin air, before it was dried by a sudden, local wind. Withdrawing three golden hairpins from her sleeve, Chikane bunned it up with quick, efficient movements. Then she rose, dusted herself off, and looked to the others.

"I am ready."

At the same time, she called a kansen to her. The corrupted kami would not be so affected by Oni no Satsujinko's cloud of taint, where other spirits would have been destroyed by the seething spiritual corruption.

"Inform Satsujinko that we strike soon. Go hence."

Mintaro · 07-20-2005, 07:32 PM

Vance roused himself into full waking at the contact. His mind had dwelt on his vision and on what had followed. The Raigaki had been pulsing almost imperceptibly in the night. It's faint glow seeming to mock him. His hands ran up his arms and rubbed his markings unconsciously. His body was in as perfect a condition as the day before. He arose slowly and moved off after Kurama. Sitting down next to him he reaches forward and gets his own bowl of rice. Then with a lightning quick movement he uses his chopsticks to grab grains of rice from Kurama's bowl and gives them a roll over in his mouth. Checking for poison. Detecting none he goes back to eating his own food. Ignoring the dual incredulous looks.

"How long do you think the others plan to sleep?" He asks Kurama, "It is risky to have so many strangers under the same roof."

(OOC:I meant to mention this earlier, His markings look a lot like the Curse seal from Naruto. Just not as wide spread.)

Darth SS · 07-20-2005, 07:34 PM

"Yah. Like you having crushed a hand, and it being back today."

Drak dropped into a free seat and started eating his own bowl of rice.

"Anyone else would ask how you did that, but...I already know. Learned it from you."

Raiden · 07-20-2005, 07:36 PM

Kurama looked down at his bowl. He would never get used to having Vance eat from his food. He ate anyway.

"If they were going to try anything, they would have done it last night when I was basically out of commission. You saw me yesterday. You had to carry me here. If they were here to kill me, they would have attempted it. Besides, they fought the demons, which meant that they aren't on THEIR side, anyway."

lazy man · 07-20-2005, 07:46 PM

Suzume walked in, yawning as he walked. His hair wasn't in a ponytail, and it was obvious he had just woken up. Taking a seat across from Kurama, he grabbed some food and looked at it happily.

"Oh yeah, I've accepted your offer. With the amount of demons that'll be attracted to you, I can be happy for a very long time..." Suzume told Kurama as he scarfed down some of his breakfast.

OOC: Just as a minor nitpick, Raiden, can you tell me how many souls I got in the last fight? Gotta know, because then I'd be using up souls left and right with no limit, and I know nobody wants that.

PyrosNine · 07-20-2005, 08:02 PM

Pyros awoke. He had been horrified at the bulleted weapon's deadly effectiveness, and had taken some time to move the injured and unconcious surviving demons far away, cheating a bit with flight during the night. But nevertheless, his efforts exhausted him. He snuck into the village and the villagers assumed he was with the other ragtag warriors. He shared a room with the Demon in the metal suit, as he seemed to be a nice fellow. It was there that Pyros drifted off into a deep, but short sleep.

Now that he was awake however, he couldn't remember if he had dreamt about anything. Oh well. There was always tommorow night. Pyros noticed the other demon was asleep in his bed. He was actually fairly short for a demon, but Pyros paid no mind. Even the littlest people could do big things. Like the Metal suit. That was quite amazing, and he'd have to ask about it later.

Pyros first headed out to get some breakfast. He had found a small trove of gold someone had buried a few days back, and had found some gold in a cave a few days back. It had covered all the walls from roof to ceiling, and was filled to the brim with gem studded cups and swords. Aside from the fact it was pretty, Pyros had little interest in it, but did shave off a little gold as the Humans and other demons seemed to believe these things were of greater worth than their very lives. People on this planet could be so strange...

He walked over to the Marketplace. Walking past all the vendors, with their well painted stands, and shiny fruit and tasty meat, ignoring their pleas for him to squander his money on their products. He kept walking till he found the vendor he was looking for. At a tiny, poorly made stand with splinters abound and bruised and housing mishappen fruit and flowers picked from the forest. It was run by a Mother and daughter, he could tell by the fact the mother stood behind the stand, for if there was a father around, he would do it. Their lives were obviously difficult.

In japan, single women were often looked down upon in a heavily male oriented society. The world could be such a cruel place. The flowers were pretty. Did the girl pick them? Obviously so. They could only be found in the dark forest to the west. They must have been the most expensive thing the stand sold, simply due to the dangers in getting them from that forest, filled with wild pigs and various deadly demons and ill mannered spirits.

Well. He had enough to pay. He pointed at 3 of the apples, 2 of the rice balls, and a few various other fruits. He then pointed at two of the flowers, a lovely white one and another that was a bright red. The woman stated the price. She intended to sell these valuables at a much lower price than they truly were. But Pyros would not be tricked. He reached down to his pocket and unstrapped it from his waist and plopped it down on the stand, the sheer weight of the gold causing the stand to bend.

The woman was flabbergasted by the gold, which would mean she could better care for her daughter. Though the unknowing girl was currently a little saddened. Her face showed that she secretly wanted the white flower for herself. Pyros was only too happy to oblige her, carefully putting the flower into her hair. Before either of them could say anything, Pyros left.

Pyros sat on the bed, chewing an apple, admiring the flower he had bought.

Truce · 07-20-2005, 08:05 PM

Ti stared long and hard at his reflection when he woke up, a ritualistic habit he did to make sure he was indeed himself and no other person. His stolen memories had a habit of creating split personalities, and without a reminder each day Ti felt as though he would lose his sense of self. It had happened before, twice in fact.

The first time, he turned into a psychotic swordwielding murderer. The second time, he turned into a cute, almost innocent, schoolgirl who wore nothing but blue swimsuits and nekomimi. He wasn't sure what set either of them off, but on both accounts it had taken a rather large shock to send his mind back to the way it had been.

And while he absolutely loved schoolgirls, he desperately never wanted to be one again. The tentacle demons were just too much to handle.

Now that he was sure he was Rankoupa Ti, half-demon thief of flesh and memory, he could focus himself on the dream of last night. "What do you want," was the question that he had asked himself. And now, he knew what he wanted, and he knew how he could get it.

07-20-2005, 05:59 PM	#1
Raiden Just a passing through veteran Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: On your couch. Yes? Posts: 5,327	Soldiers of Light ch.2: "Fateful Meetings" The night passed uneventfully. The new friends of Kurama were each given a room in the very large boat. And thanks to the strange cylinders that shot small beads of death, they actually felt truly safe for once. As the night passed, the morning came. Kurama awoke in the morning to see Vance meditating beside him. Kurama shook his head. The damn demon never gave up on his duties. "You better start moving. If you aren't careful, you might actually fall asleep." Kurama bumped Vance as he walked past, waking the man from his meditation. Kurama walked down the hall of the boat. The walls were lined with tubes and pipings, and some kind of light was produced from a gas that Takin called "Neon". Kurama entered a large area. There was a low table, and hanging from a wall above the table hung a tapestry that held a group painting of Tama and the group that followed him. It was a strange conglomeration of followers. All different, but unique in their own way. Takin was kneeling at the table, eating rice from a small bowl. He looked up at Kurama when he entered, he looked back down at his rice. "Good night's sleep?" Kurama nodded, and took a place at the table, reaching for a bowl of rice. __________________ I have a signature. It's a really cool one, too. It's so awesome, you'd pull your eyes out and punch your mother. Sadly, these rules state that my signature is just too darned big. Too much awesome for such a small space. Oh well. You can still punch your mother...if you want... Fifth and Krylo made me do it. http://www.animecubed.com/billy/user...sigs/60266.jpg Be the Ultimate Ninja! Play Billy Vs. SNAKEMAN today!

07-20-2005, 06:34 PM	#3
PhoenixFlame ☢!CAUTION!☢ Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Beneath Gensokyo Posts: 3,668	Koyuki returned from her feeding expedition right before sunrise, just after she had finished cleaning herself of her prey's entrails. The group were, remarkably, still sleeping. White Kimono lay in her mesh of wires, Yaburu against a tree, Kirakiri nowhere to be found, and Chikane staring off into (and beyond) the campfire. Koyuki walked up to the campfire across from the priestess, and drew her sword, swiping the weapon through the campfire's flame. "Rise. Today requires we be swift." With that, she sheathed her blade. Yaburu had instantly awoken at the sound of a weapon being drawn, the monk proving to have a very strong sense of awareness, and White Kimono was similarly awoke by Koyuki as she adressed Chikane. "Now, let us continue. Kurama's group will wake soon." the Demon said to her assembled compatriots. __________________ "Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic." -from The Sayings of Muad'Dib by the Princess Irulan

07-20-2005, 07:32 PM	#5
Mintaro Bending space Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Santa Rosa, California Posts: 1,863	Vance roused himself into full waking at the contact. His mind had dwelt on his vision and on what had followed. The Raigaki had been pulsing almost imperceptibly in the night. It's faint glow seeming to mock him. His hands ran up his arms and rubbed his markings unconsciously. His body was in as perfect a condition as the day before. He arose slowly and moved off after Kurama. Sitting down next to him he reaches forward and gets his own bowl of rice. Then with a lightning quick movement he uses his chopsticks to grab grains of rice from Kurama's bowl and gives them a roll over in his mouth. Checking for poison. Detecting none he goes back to eating his own food. Ignoring the dual incredulous looks. "How long do you think the others plan to sleep?" He asks Kurama, "It is risky to have so many strangers under the same roof." (OOC:I meant to mention this earlier, His markings look a lot like the Curse seal from Naruto. Just not as wide spread.) __________________ [CENTER]"To look on virtue is divine, to destroy virtue is ecstasy." "Hate me now, kill me later" -Mintaro, Myself So THATS where his ideas came from. Xbox live: Cort Crow

07-20-2005, 07:36 PM	#7
Raiden Just a passing through veteran Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: On your couch. Yes? Posts: 5,327	Kurama looked down at his bowl. He would never get used to having Vance eat from his food. He ate anyway. "If they were going to try anything, they would have done it last night when I was basically out of commission. You saw me yesterday. You had to carry me here. If they were here to kill me, they would have attempted it. Besides, they fought the demons, which meant that they aren't on THEIR side, anyway." __________________ I have a signature. It's a really cool one, too. It's so awesome, you'd pull your eyes out and punch your mother. Sadly, these rules state that my signature is just too darned big. Too much awesome for such a small space. Oh well. You can still punch your mother...if you want... Fifth and Krylo made me do it. http://www.animecubed.com/billy/user...sigs/60266.jpg Be the Ultimate Ninja! Play Billy Vs. SNAKEMAN today!

07-20-2005, 08:02 PM	#9
PyrosNine Zettai Hero Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A figment of my own imagination Posts: 6,103	Pyros awoke. He had been horrified at the bulleted weapon's deadly effectiveness, and had taken some time to move the injured and unconcious surviving demons far away, cheating a bit with flight during the night. But nevertheless, his efforts exhausted him. He snuck into the village and the villagers assumed he was with the other ragtag warriors. He shared a room with the Demon in the metal suit, as he seemed to be a nice fellow. It was there that Pyros drifted off into a deep, but short sleep. Now that he was awake however, he couldn't remember if he had dreamt about anything. Oh well. There was always tommorow night. Pyros noticed the other demon was asleep in his bed. He was actually fairly short for a demon, but Pyros paid no mind. Even the littlest people could do big things. Like the Metal suit. That was quite amazing, and he'd have to ask about it later. Pyros first headed out to get some breakfast. He had found a small trove of gold someone had buried a few days back, and had found some gold in a cave a few days back. It had covered all the walls from roof to ceiling, and was filled to the brim with gem studded cups and swords. Aside from the fact it was pretty, Pyros had little interest in it, but did shave off a little gold as the Humans and other demons seemed to believe these things were of greater worth than their very lives. People on this planet could be so strange... He walked over to the Marketplace. Walking past all the vendors, with their well painted stands, and shiny fruit and tasty meat, ignoring their pleas for him to squander his money on their products. He kept walking till he found the vendor he was looking for. At a tiny, poorly made stand with splinters abound and bruised and housing mishappen fruit and flowers picked from the forest. It was run by a Mother and daughter, he could tell by the fact the mother stood behind the stand, for if there was a father around, he would do it. Their lives were obviously difficult. In japan, single women were often looked down upon in a heavily male oriented society. The world could be such a cruel place. The flowers were pretty. Did the girl pick them? Obviously so. They could only be found in the dark forest to the west. They must have been the most expensive thing the stand sold, simply due to the dangers in getting them from that forest, filled with wild pigs and various deadly demons and ill mannered spirits. Well. He had enough to pay. He pointed at 3 of the apples, 2 of the rice balls, and a few various other fruits. He then pointed at two of the flowers, a lovely white one and another that was a bright red. The woman stated the price. She intended to sell these valuables at a much lower price than they truly were. But Pyros would not be tricked. He reached down to his pocket and unstrapped it from his waist and plopped it down on the stand, the sheer weight of the gold causing the stand to bend. The woman was flabbergasted by the gold, which would mean she could better care for her daughter. Though the unknowing girl was currently a little saddened. Her face showed that she secretly wanted the white flower for herself. Pyros was only too happy to oblige her, carefully putting the flower into her hair. Before either of them could say anything, Pyros left. Pyros sat on the bed, chewing an apple, admiring the flower he had bought. __________________ Pyrosnine.blogspot.com: An experimental blog of writing. Updated possibly daily. Possibly. A fair chance. Current Works for reading: War Between them, Karma Police. PyrosNine: Weirdo Magnet Extraordinaire!

07-20-2005, 06:59 PM	#4
Dante Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny Posts: 7,703	Chikane continued staring into the fire until Koyuki's words reached her, whereupon she blinked and looked at the demoness, for a moment looking as vulnerable as a small child. "Y-yes... of course. Give me a moment to prepare, if you would." She placed her palms together, and as she did, her long hair was lifted invisibly and doused with water that seemed to appear out of thin air, before it was dried by a sudden, local wind. Withdrawing three golden hairpins from her sleeve, Chikane bunned it up with quick, efficient movements. Then she rose, dusted herself off, and looked to the others. "I am ready." At the same time, she called a kansen to her. The corrupted kami would not be so affected by Oni no Satsujinko's cloud of taint, where other spirits would have been destroyed by the seething spiritual corruption. "Inform Satsujinko that we strike soon. Go hence."

07-20-2005, 07:46 PM	#8
lazy man Harrumph! Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: My not-so-humble abode Posts: 2,891	Suzume walked in, yawning as he walked. His hair wasn't in a ponytail, and it was obvious he had just woken up. Taking a seat across from Kurama, he grabbed some food and looked at it happily. "Oh yeah, I've accepted your offer. With the amount of demons that'll be attracted to you, I can be happy for a very long time..." Suzume told Kurama as he scarfed down some of his breakfast. OOC: Just as a minor nitpick, Raiden, can you tell me how many souls I got in the last fight? Gotta know, because then I'd be using up souls left and right with no limit, and I know nobody wants that.

07-20-2005, 08:05 PM	#10
Truce Lakitu Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 3,856	Ti stared long and hard at his reflection when he woke up, a ritualistic habit he did to make sure he was indeed himself and no other person. His stolen memories had a habit of creating split personalities, and without a reminder each day Ti felt as though he would lose his sense of self. It had happened before, twice in fact. The first time, he turned into a psychotic swordwielding murderer. The second time, he turned into a cute, almost innocent, schoolgirl who wore nothing but blue swimsuits and nekomimi. He wasn't sure what set either of them off, but on both accounts it had taken a rather large shock to send his mind back to the way it had been. And while he absolutely loved schoolgirls, he desperately never wanted to be one again. The tentacle demons were just too much to handle. Now that he was sure he was Rankoupa Ti, half-demon thief of flesh and memory, he could focus himself on the dream of last night. "What do you want," was the question that he had asked himself. And now, he knew what he wanted, and he knew how he could get it.