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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 24, 2018 2:15:04 GMT -5
A shadow is one that cannot be caught. A fire is one that cannot be tamed.
They are two very different things, but a fire cannot exist without casting a shadow, and a shadow cannot exist without the light from the flames. They exist around one another.
The shadow is calm and calculating. Smart and observant, everywhere and no where at the same time. It does not take the time to get to know one person or thing, it simply collects information and disappears one the job is done.
The fire is loud and rash. Quick-witted and stubborn, always making sure that the fight ends with it winning. It is a bit emotional and can easily be stirred to a rage. If it has a job to do it's loud, it's heated and whatever isn't in the job description will be burnt to the ground.
Some people are born out of the ordinary. Some have parlor tricks, some have massive abilities. Some can control water, some can fly, some can use magic. Some people are just talented with a natural ability that doesn't require any super natural help.
Rarely, though, there is a combination of two beings to exist.
A shadow. A fire. x -- The world here is large. So very large, but there aren't as many people and creatures as you'd think to exist here. There are countries of good, and countries of bad. This country, Blackwater, is not one of the good ones. Ran by pirates, ran by the criminal under-world, it is not a good one. Constant attacks from the Nether World come like a black mist across the sea. Only the foolish, the selfish or the stupidly brave live here. The brave ones don't last long, neither do the foolish. Character A has lived here their entire life. Not exactly in the capital city, Ashport, but they've lived in Blackwater. They know the horrors of when the black mist comes. They know the crooked officials, they know the laws, they know the streets aren't safe. As a orphan, you learn to go with what'll keep you alive. Parlor tricks, at first. Stealing, gambling, though murder was one thing they didn't dabble in, not liking to get their hands dirty. They were smart and careful, something always up their sleeve. Arrested, but never caught, gone from their cell by morning. Their real name a secret, infamously known as The Shadow. They will steal just about anything that you require of them, and do it silently without anyone ever knowing. Character B isn't originally from Blackwater. They got here by a pirate ship, smuggled as a child laborer. However, they escaped, by their own trickery. Confident, proud, loud. Wherever they went, there was a fire, there were gun shots, there was smoke. A thief. A gambler. A mercenary. They grew up in the streets of Ashport and knew them like the back of their hand. No matter the odds, there was a confident flame in their eyes, one that couldn't be snuffed out. They've fought one on ten, one on fifteen, one on twenty. No one could take The Flame alive. An outlaw, that'll do just about anything that you ask them to if the price is high enough. How Character A and Character B met is a strange fate. The renowned Flame and the infamous Shadow, coming together for a gamble, a cover place to find their next job. Going to the same place, for the same job. Originally, it was supposed to be a job for five people. The two could have done it themselves, but for the first time ever, they decided to work with someone else. There was a fire for adventure and danger in the Shadow's eyes that the Flame couldn't shake off, reflecting their own love for it. There was a confident understanding of the recklessness and danger to the Flame, one that came with experience that the Shadow knew was needed for this.
Coming together, Character A and Character B flawlessly did their job. Testing their luck, they tried a few more jobs together and they worked together beautifully. The Shadow's smart observant nature followed by the Flame's skill and experience, nothing stood in their way, the two young adults being able to steal just about anything and get away without ever getting caught. Sometimes the Shadow would let themself get caught, purely for the evasion, only to disappear before their eyes and return to their partner's side.
Character A and Character B had it all. They were the best criminals, some of the most wanted ones, to exist. Each country they visited, every city they walked in, they left with their bounty growing, becoming well wanted targets by each government. The rich, the poor, the foolish, the smart. No one could stand up against the ShadowFire that they had become. Character A was too slippery, Character B was too skilled. They couldn't be caught.
Until one job gone wrong. A job that required their entire team, which they had decided to make over a course of a few trials and errors. On the docks of Ashport, Character A was supposed to be caught, so the team could slip out with the stolen treasure. They had gone there, only to find that there was no one waiting for them. The rest of the team came around, but a explosive flame had came up from a storage house, not too far away. Character B was surrounded.
Fifty, seventy-five, one hundred men. The worst odds yet. Guns pointed, loaded and trigger finger itching to shoot. Military officials of Blackwater. To die rescuing Character B or to escape and come back for them, that was the problem that was to be solved by Character A. The one person that they were loyal to, they were forced by the rest of the team to leave behind. As they left, Character A and Character B locked eyes, hurt in the Shadow's eyes, betrayal in the Flame's.
The rescue mission was a failure. Character A barely escaped with their life, the same not to be said for their crew, lifeless among the prison guard's work. Every attempt to get in and get out with their partner ended badly. Character B was put in one of the best prisons in the world. There was no chance of rescue, even by the Shadow.
And so, over the course of a year, Character A was forced to give up and leave behind the one person they cared for. To accept that this was their fate and they couldn't change it. The Shadow had disappeared for good and a change of name came around. Years passed and Character B's hatred for Character A grew with each passing moment. What should have broken them, what should have killed them and their spirit, didn't. Focused and fueled by the rage of betrayal, they vowed to escape and to make Character A suffer the same way.
Ten years later, that's exactly what happened.
For the first time in history, a prisoner escaped Heilseam Prison. Character B was back into the real world. And the Flame's blood-lust was not to go unsated. Fueled by the flames of hatred and rage, they are now off to find their so called 'partner' that left them to die, to rot in prison, to be tortured until they broke. Character A is even more slippery, but more careful. No one knows what they look like, no one knows their name, who they are. All they know is that they get the job done.
A easy job, now. Character A has been hired for a simple snatch and run job. Steal the prized sword of the Captain of Blackwater, get out. Simple. Easy. Paid 50,000 gold golems for it. There's a little bit of a hiccup, not known to Character A, however. There's been an anonymous tip, by the very person whom hired Character A. That the once known Shadow was about to do another job, that just so happened to be at the very place that things went wrong for the ShadowFire. There is far more to this job than either of the two realize. A set-up, one might say. But neither of the two realize it.
Character B's hunt for Character A has finally truly begun.
Character A is a shadow elemental, the only of their kind, since elementals don't really exist or are around for very long. They can travel through shadows, turn themself into a shadow and see through shadows, being able to control the darkness. In a room, they can make all the lights disappear and only pitch-black darkness to stay. They use shadows as their weapon. A shadow dagger, knife, sword. Silent weapons that can be thrown, used in their hand to get the job done quietly without alerting too many people. Some shadow daggers can be thrown to slow, some can be used to immobilize, some can be used to sap the energy from one soul to make themself stronger. Their weakness, funnily enough, isn't light. No, a shadow elemental has one weakness, ironically for one to be working with a fire elemental; water. If completely submerged, they cannot use their shadows at all.
Character B is a fire elemental, the only one of their kind, since elementals don't really exist or are around for very long. They can create all types of flames at their will. Though it's best they carry a unique flame elemental gun around, they can use flames to their every wish and whim. To make a house suddenly burn up in flames, to use the smoke as a screen to make it impossible to see or breathe. Hot flames, cold flames, explosive flames, liquid flames, All types can be summoned and transformed to whatever will they have. Heat does not hurt them, the cold cannot touch them. You'd think, as a fire elemental, their weakness would be water. That's not quite it, not enough to catch them. Their weakness is space. Enclosed tight spaces, it's not just a phobia for them, it makes it very difficult to use their magic. Fire cannot exist if there isn't enough air flow in a space, and if they are forced into a corner, without the help of another, they cannot use their magic and have to rely on regular weapons.
There are magic nullifying metals, however. Cuffs, iron bars and such that will not allow one to use magic within a certain space. The only magic nullifying prison known is Heilseam Prison. Cuffs, that make it so a user cannot use magic, however, are common upon enforcers of the law or in wars. Some, however, specify only one type of magic and only weak some other's powers, not fully nullifying it.
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This is in a different world from Earth. Where magic is common, though humans aren't the ones to usually be able to wield it, other creatures, animalistic chimeric beings being the ones able to. Some who steal the power from past demonic beings can, and very very few humans were born being able to use it. Some places are almost futuristic, with robots walking and talking around. Some others, like Blackwater, are of the pirate age still. All depending on where you go.
This role-play is based around Blackwater, but there are other countries too. I'd like this to be an advanced role-play, one of about three to five paragraphs minimum per response. It can be platonic, it can be romantic, whatever you'd really like between these two. Two males would be preferred, but I can do whatever you'd really like. Female with female, male with female. It's up to you on that, but I've already stated what I'd prefer.
We can start off from where the plot leaves off. I know it's a long one to state, but I wanted to get into the background of what's happening. Can't just say a simple thing, I want there to be a real back-story to this plot! And, if you have noticed, yes, this is based off of some League of Legends lore. Character A -x- spotted A man who once went by Akumu, his birth name of Kaede Akiba long forgotten by all but one, is a man from quite a distance away from the lands of Blackwater. He stands at 5'10" tall, not being that abnormal for height, with darker tanned skin and dark, black hair, cut to reach his shoulders, though half of his head is shaved. The man whom now goes by Kuroki has dark brown eyes, a beautiful mixture of shades, and rather thicker eyebrows, the right one pierced. He has between his eyes pierced as well as his tongue, with the lobes of his ears having three piercings; two studs and one hoop in both. He has a goatee as well. While Kuroki grew up in Blackwater, he has always had his Anione accent, very light, of course, growing up in the country by those from his own home country of where he came from.
Character B -x- clover Azariah stands just above five foot eleven, a fact that he is constantly frustrated at, hating at how close he is to ebbing six foot but not actually making that height. He stands with his back ramrod straight, chin usually lifted slightly, as if to make himself look taller than he actually is. Azariah's skin is tanned and lightly freckled from years in the sun, lightly scarred from years of living in a port city. His hair is usually cut decently short, it couldn't be longer than an inch long, and it's a mixture of an auburnish-brown color, the color changing slightly during the winter than it does the summer. In the summer it's lighter and it looks more like its brown with a hint of auburn and the colder it gets the darker and closer to auburn it is. Really it's just the sunlight bleaching his hair a little but he tries to claim that his hair just-so-happens to change with the season. His eyes are heterochromic, one green with a light brown ring around his pupil and the other a bluish green color. He has a medium-sized freckle under his left eye and a scar through his right eyebrow. His hands are calloused from years of working on boats and even though he has a lean frame he is well muscled.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 24, 2018 19:33:06 GMT -5
Chat ;; awesome! where would you like us to start?- - - - -❝crap... i totally forgot why i'm here.❞- - - - -support main -- ravenclaw -- httyd -- league of legends
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 24, 2018 21:54:16 GMT -5
Chat ;; sounds good to me!- - - - -❝crap... i totally forgot why i'm here.❞- - - - -support main -- ravenclaw -- httyd -- league of legends
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 25, 2018 23:31:40 GMT -5
Chat ;; awesome!- - - - -❝crap... i totally forgot why i'm here.❞- - - - -support main -- ravenclaw -- httyd -- league of legends
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 26, 2018 12:35:35 GMT -5
Azariah Azariah stands just above five foot eleven, a fact that he is constantly frustrated at, hating at how close he is to ebbing six foot but not actually making that height. He stands with his back ramrod straight, chin usually lifted slightly, as if to make himself look taller than he actually is. Azariah's skin is tanned and lightly freckled from years in the sun, lightly scarred from years of living in a port city. His hair is usually cut decently short, it couldn't be longer than an inch long, and it's a mixture of an auburnish-brown color, the color changing slightly during the winter than it does the summer. In the summer it's lighter and it looks more like its brown with a hint of auburn and the colder it gets the darker and closer to auburn it is. Really it's just the sunlight bleaching his hair a little but he tries to claim that his hair just-so-happens to change with the season. His eyes are heterochromic, one green with a light brown ring around his pupil and the other a bluish green color. He has a medium-sized freckle under his left eye and a scar through his right eyebrow. His hands are calloused from years of working on boats and even though he has a lean frame he is well muscled.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 27, 2018 6:17:34 GMT -5
Chat ;; which spot is he in, might i ask?- - - - -❝crap... i totally forgot why i'm here.❞- - - - -support main -- ravenclaw -- httyd -- league of legends
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 28, 2018 7:52:21 GMT -5
Chat ;; awesome! so which point in everything do you exactly want to start at?- - - - -❝crap... i totally forgot why i'm here.❞- - - - -support main -- ravenclaw -- httyd -- league of legends
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 28, 2018 9:49:26 GMT -5
Chat ;; hmmm... both sound pretty cool. what's their relationship?- - - - -❝crap... i totally forgot why i'm here.❞- - - - -support main -- ravenclaw -- httyd -- league of legends
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 30, 2018 7:36:18 GMT -5
Chat ;; almost lovers sounds interesting!! alright. why don't we start with them going on the mission that goes bad, as almost lovers?- - - - -❝crap... i totally forgot why i'm here.❞- - - - -support main -- ravenclaw -- httyd -- league of legends
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 30, 2018 9:47:13 GMT -5
Chat ;; i'll start on a reply, then!- - - - -❝crap... i totally forgot why i'm here.❞- - - - -support main -- ravenclaw -- httyd -- league of legends
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jul 30, 2018 10:28:48 GMT -5
Akumu ❝ nothing ventured, nothing gained. ❞ ─ kaede akiba ─ Ashport Docks, Blackwater. 10 years ago... It was an oddly high paying job for something that was simple enough for the two of them. It was almost a bit alarming at the whole situation. It made his senses tingle, on high alert. The shadows around him shifted in his discomfort as he casually strolled down the street, his hands in his pockets. Everything about this was screaming 'be careful!', it was telling him that there was more to it than what he could see and hear, than what he could sense, than what he knew. What either of them knew.
Of course, he was this way about every job. Paranoid, almost. Very cautious, very careful and someone who was extremely smart and strategic. The man that walked down the stone side-way glanced at the setting sun, knowing he'd have to get into position soon. There was always a fear, always a suspicion that they were being watched, being testing, being manipulated. From the moment that he had met his partner to this very moment.
A small sigh left him as he told himself to relax. The twenty-eight year old had been doing this, training for this profession since he could walk. His first stealing job had been when he was eight years old. His first kid-napping mission had been when he was fourteen years old, the next day, his first assassination mission. He had been working with the man who was walking nearby for ten years. He was with him, by his side by something he couldn't control, by a job that just so happened to put him with someone else at the age of eighteen. And since then, the two had stuck to the other.
Nothing will go wrong, he told himself as he walked down the side-walk, his brown eyes glancing casually around him. His black hair fell like silk, pulled back into a large ponytail, his bangs swept on either side of his face. The sun's rays danced on his darker tanned skin, lingering on the piercing that was between his eyes, almost complimenting them. Nothing is going to go wrong. Everything is fine. He was the best of the best. His partner was the second best of the best, in his view of things. Why would he ever need to be worried?
Maybe it was because the job seemed too easy, too simple. It just called for their regular act; his partner, Azariah, would be the distraction, busting his way through everything while Akumu made his way to steal the thing they were being paid nearly five-thousand gold for; the Captain of Blackwater's prized cutlass, stored in one of his warehouses at the docks. Sun-down was always when they tried to do things. It was growing darker, but it was still light out. A perfect time for the flames to blend into the bleeding sky and for the shadows to grow long and lurk around.
"You remember the plan, yes?" Akumu seemed to ask for the fiftieth time as the two headed down to the docks. It was almost time for them to split up. Regardless of what Azariah's answer would be, the Anionian man would continue talking. "You will roam around the docks and wait for my signal, which will be a shadow hawk by the sun in the sea." His voice was soft, but stern, wanting to make sure that the other knew of what to do, regardless of how many times he stated this. "You will then bring the guard's attention. There are four by the warehouse that we are to go to. Your flames will not be too high, we do not need more attention than needed. You will take them out as I go in and steal the cutlass. After this, you will go to the last warehouse, the smallest one by the beach cove, where I will meet you and we will go out. Jack will be waiting there in case things go bad." Over the years, they had gotten an elite team of four others, which they could rely on for helping them and getting the harder jobs done, when even the Shadow and the Flame couldn't handle it by themselves.
Jason, their go-to escape guy with pale skin and dark brown hair, his soft brown eyes always having an eye for boats, cars and horses, quite the escape artist for getting them out of trouble. Astrid, a gun-wielding blonde with bright green eyes and freckles, who was hot-tempered and sharp-tongued, but an amazing fighter that always had their backs, being their beautiful back-up who could take care of them, muchless, herself. There was their contractor, who got them contracts and jobs and told them what to do, so people didn't know what they genuinely looked it. His name was Cam, having pure white hair and darker colored skin, bright blue eyes in surprising contrast to his natural beauty. Lastly, was Kane, the oldest guy of the group with gray hair and one bright blue eyes, the other having a milky color with a scar over it, blind in it, who always was there to keep them safe if things turned sour, making and tuning up their weapons and armor.
For short, and in code, they were called "Jack" as one being. They were not only team-mates, but quite close friends. A band of misfits that worked well together and had quite the synergy together, all six of them. Akumu had known them for a lesser amount of time than he had known that of Azariah, but it didn't mean that he didn't trust them. Over the years of getting to know them, getting close with them, doing normal things with them, doing missions with them, he had built up the courage to trust them, to learn about them, to like them, which was more than what most could say, even after years of knowing the Anionian man.
They were nearly there. A glance over at the other, he stopped in his tracks, leaning back against the building as he stared the other down with his intense brown colored gaze. "Repeat it to me," he demanded of his partner. He wanted to make sure that he was safe. That he knew what to do. "Repeat what the plan is, where the others are waiting, where we will go if it goes bad. Tell me the plan." There was a commanding tone to his voice, a damn near snarl on his lips. If you didn't know him, you'd think him as a prissy commander who was cold and uncaring. But after getting to know him, one would know that this was his way of showing his concern, his worry. If he didn't ask, if he didn't seem annoyed if you weren't listening, if he didn't appear to show any interest, then he didn't care for you. It was always hard to tell with Akumu, if he was going to approach you or if he was going to cut open your throat. "You will tell me. Now."
The sun was almost set. He should be going now, but he wanted to check with his partner one last time before they parted. He had confidence in his skill, but something didn't feel right. Akumu was being more cautious than normal. He almost... seemed uneasy. Usually he had the confidence of a dragon, and he still did at this moment, but he had this lingering... emotion. It was almost as if there was something he could feel. It felt wrong, the air, the sky, the ground.
It was all telling him 'don't do it'.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 7, 2018 8:13:17 GMT -5
Chat ;; it's all good. just let me know what's going on. ^^- - - - -❝crap... i totally forgot why i'm here.❞- - - - -support main -- ravenclaw -- httyd -- league of legends
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 8, 2018 0:28:03 GMT -5
There was something about this mission that rubbed Azariah the wrong way.
He wasn't sure what it was, call it a street rats intuition, but he felt like something was wrong the moment they'd been given the assignment. It was almost too easy to be true, something that he and Akumu could easily do by themselves, as they had done something along these lines more times than he cared to count. That wasn't what had set off some red flags, no, but it was the amount of money they were being paid for this.
It was five thousand gold, more than he'd ever seen for a simple robbery, for the act that they always put on. Sure, the item itself was incredibly rare, and their client seemed to be sickeningly rich but there was something that didn't feel right for this... usually people paid this much money for something much larger. For kidnapping someone or pulling some strings to manipulate some massive organization. Even then... it was less than this. Five thousand was a lot. That was more than enough to keep them fed for months with that and it was almost too good to be true.
If there was one thing Azariah had learned from his years on the streets was that if something was too good to be true, it was. He tried to chase away that thought, though, breathing in slowly as he walked down the sidewalk barely a step behind Akumu. They had been working together for years but for some reason he still felt like he was the newbie when it came to their line of work. Akumu had been doing this since he was a kid but Azariahs situation... it was different.
He hadn't wanted to live like this, stealing from others and doing whatever he could for money, in fact he had wanted to be a sailor as a child. Things hadn't been easy growing up in a port city, his father only had work every now and then and his mother made her money in less-than-legal ways. Unfortunately his mother hadn't lasted long with that life, if he remembered correctly she'd been dead by the time he was five and it hadn't been a year later that he'd had to start making money on his own. It didn't take long for his father to see that Azariah wasn't useful and he'd been sold off to some pirate who was looking for some decent child labor. That escape, one of the few he'd ever actually had to take part in, was still a point of pride for him.
He had been on that boat for years now, even earned the trust and respect of the captain, and because of that had managed to trick his way off the boat. He'd memorized the schedules of the actual pirates and figured out where they kept their explosives. He'd only just figured out his fire powers that year, was learning how to harness it, and at the tender age of twelve he could only barely control a small flame in his hands.
But a small flame was all he needed.
Azariah had convinced the captain to let him check over the explosives that night and the rest was history. He'd set the pirate ship on fire and him, along with a small group of other children, had escaped on the smaller raft that had been attached to the boat. He'd lived on the streets of Blackwater after that, not only stealing but using his fire as a simple magic trick to get money from the richer folks there, he'd even set himself up in smaller cons. His typically loud and confident personality was usually enough to get others to believe in him. This worked for years, working small cons and stealing from people using smoke from his fires, until someone had caught onto his schemes.
Luckily for Azariah it hadn't been the law enforcement.
Instead, at eighteen, he ended up with a pric.kly kid who wrapped himself in shadows. It was supposed to only be for one job but they quickly found out that they worked incredibly well together. Speaking of... It looked like Azariah wasn't the only one who was nervous. The mans shadows flickered around him in an admittedly anxious manner and he took a deep breath at that, running a hand through his hair, doing his best to hide his own anxiety as he blinked his eyes.
The auburn hair man tensed at the question, Akumu had broken their silence, but only to ask him a question that he'd asked more times than he cared to count at that point. He let out a loud huff of air at the question, rolling his eyes lightly, because he knew the plan all to well. Not only had Akumu repeated it over and over again but they'd done variations of this plan enough times that Akumu would only have to tell them the name of the plan and he'd know what his parts were. Nevertheless he still let his partner go over it, not listening at all, his voice fading as Azariah planned it out in his mind.
He only hummed a little at the assurance that Jack would be there, feeling his shoulders droop slightly in relief at that, because even if he was fully confident that they could ahdnle this on their own it helped that they had four confident people who had their backs. He stopped in his tracks at the command, rolling his eyes once more, not at all intimidated by Akumus actions because he knew that this was only the Shadow showing his own concern. "You're worrying way to much about this, Shad." He teased lightly, using a nickname that only Azariah actually used, and that was only because he could care less if Akumu tried to slit his throat at the gentle teasing.
"Okay, fine... Plan is the usual. " He paused, knowing that wouldn't be enough, just wanting to irk the man next to him for a few seconds. " I'll be at the docks, try not to look suspicious, wait for the shadow hawk. At that I can have some fun," A rather devilish grin lit on the mans features, lifting his hands and letting blue flames dance on his fingertips, leaning forward and blowing them out, allowing the smoke to billow around his partners face. "But not too much because we just need to distract the guards, then take 'em out. Jacks gonna meet up with us at the smallest warehouse and we'll get out of here before anyone notices we're gone. " He finished, arching an unamused brow, as if daring him to say he was wrong on any of this.
"Seriously. It's going to be fine. We'll get the rich guy his cutlass and we'll have enough money to last us awhile. " He added, daring to reach a hand forward, squeezing the mans arm before flashing him a wide grin. "We've dealt with way worse situations." Azariah continued, stretching out his body lazily, trying to work out any knots in his muscles before he had to cause any mayhem.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 8, 2018 11:16:20 GMT -5
Akumu ❝ nothing ventured, nothing gained. ❞ ─ kaede akiba ─ Ashport Docks, Blackwater. 10 years ago... A shadow was cast down as he glowered at his partner, a small huff through his nose meaning he was not amused at his care-free demeanor about the whole thing. Their lives were on the line! They were always on the line in this type of work. Every day, he'd hear about how someone died on the job, about how there was still someone missing from a past mission, about how a job went wrong and they went to prison. A carefree attitude would get them killed or possibly worse! Akumu was afraid.
He didn't want to lose the few people that he had allowed close. A rare treat, for sure, to be considered close with the man who walked in shadows. He was hostile, he was cold, he was calculating and brilliant. There wasn't a soul who he'd go near or speak to if they weren't in his interest.
"There is no time for jokes," the young adult stated curtly, his brown eyes staring coldly through his partner. He gave him a look at touching his arm, but seemed to say nothing about it. Despite his reassurance attempts, he did not feel comforted. Everything seemed wrong, it was too risky. But for this much money? How could they have refused? "You will be careful. I wish to see you alive by midnight." The sun was setting.
It was time to start.
Hesitant to leave, urging to go, the darker skinned adult stated to walk off, before letting a small sigh escape him. With precise movement, calculated like he knew every little move he was doing he was quick to dart at Azariah, planting a small peck on his cheek before turning and walking away, as if nothing had happened.
"I hope to not see your flames, fire fool," Akumu stated as he walked away, the shadows reaching up and enveloping him into a mist before they melted back down onto the pavement and he was gone from sight. At least, of his partner.
The shadow realm was a different one, quiet, dark, angled, cold. It was like a mirror world that one could swim through, moving with extreme grace, agility and speed, like flying almost. Physical thing meant nothing and there were only gate-ways to where you could go from the realm below to the physical one. Time seemed to freeze for Akumu whenever he went into this realm, going between places through shadows and darkness, the speed making him travel to any place he wished in a heartbeat.
There! A shipment of crates on the docks by the warehouse that held the thing that he needed. They cast long shadows, dark shadows. He quickly moved up and came into the physical realm, almost seeming like a shadowy demon in this shaded form. He was quick to let the shadows melt off back onto the ground, his physical form that was more than black and white taking place.
There were four men talking somewhat nearby. Just as predicted and observed. He could feel their shadows, they were not close enough yet or in the right area. There were more men farther down the docks, he'd have to hope that Azariah would not draw their attention as well. It would not go well if the entire place was alerted.
Someone was coming.
His breath went still, his body went old and he shut his eyes as he went back down into the shadows, merging with the crates' darkness to cover himself. Pure white eyes watched and followed as someone walked by, down the docks. It was someone he did not observe seeing here when he was getting everything ready. None the less, it was a factor that he didn't expect. A large man that size? He would only hope Azariah wouldn't try to tangle with him.
Danger passed and he shifted back into the physical realm, watching and waiting as they unloaded a ship, walking around the warehouse. He waited, patient, ready to strike when it was time. All he had to do was wait for them to lock the door and he'd give the signal for Azariah to start the fire. Of course, he'd have to wait for him to get into position as well, he didn't have the grace to move through shadows like Akumu. No one did.
"The boss said extra security tonight boys," one of them stated. "Why's that?" another asked. "Dunno, something about there being flammable stuff nearby or somethin'. Don't want this blowin' up in smoke." The men laughed, a irritating sound to the man of shadows. This was a mocking laugh. He didn't like it.
The sound of chains rustled, metal on metal clinging together.
"That's the last of it. Let's go get some ale, this work sure makes a man thirsty, eh?" one of the men stated. Akumu shifted into his shadow form, snaking around the crates as the men passed and let out a silent sigh. White eyes turned into brown ones as the shadows melted off of him once again and looked at the sun.
Grabbing into the darkness, the man pulled shadows from the shadow realm to shape them into something in his control for the physical one. A beautiful pure black bird took wing, thrown from his hand as it went into the sky, its eyes as white as the moon, almost glowing. It flew around the sea, dipping and diving at the water's edge, staying in front of the setting sun.
He would need to make sure no one was around this warehouse before he could move in there. Azariah's time to play with fire was now. Akumu waited in silence, waiting to hear the surprised shouts and the crackling flames. It was up to his partner now.
Even so, it was strange. Something still felt awful, filled him with dread. Everything about this was going alright so far, but it wasn't... right. Something was wrong about this. There was something that didn't fit into place.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 8, 2018 13:19:36 GMT -5
[ go ahead. they aren't going to be able to get back together. he's going to get caught and akumu's only going to be able to watch. and that's what will probably make him believe that it was a double-cross by akumu. ]
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 10, 2018 0:22:24 GMT -5
Azariah was probably the only person who didn't seem to be unsettled by the glower that the Shadow gave. Maybe it was because he'd infuriated the man enough times to know that Azariah would have been killed if Akumu had the heart to. Plus... he had the feeling that the man before him had more of a soft spot for the Flame than he actually let on and Azariah would be lying if he said he didn't take advantage of that fact from time to time.
He was well aware of how dangerous this mission, no scratch that, this profession was. He heard those reports on a daily basis, of people being killed and worse, arrested but he couldn't let himself be shaken by that. If he ever slipped into the stressed state that Akumu seemed to be constantly in he would never be able to get the job done. Instead he tried his best to make light of any situation, almost as if he were making fun of himself for being so anxious, so he continued to smirk as he looked at his glaring friend.
Azariah released the Shadows arm at the look, because as much as he loved to push the mans buttons he did have some kind of respect of the man, and shook his head lightly at the scolding. "There's always time for joking. You just need to relax a bit more, Shad." He retorted lightly before putting out the flames on his fingers with a light blow. The auburn haired thief rolled his eyes lightly at the order that his good friend had given to him. As much as he understood that Akumu was worrying he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit annoyed at the order to be safe.
"Just because I'm not as dark as brooding as you doesn't mean that I'm not going to be careful." He pointed out, running a hand through his hair, before sighing a little. "But I will be alive and well, you will see me at midnight." Suddenly the few moments of seriousness seemed to disappear as he offered the man a rather devilish smile. "There needs to be someone here who'll annoy you to death." He teased, not moving from his position just yet, taking in his good friends features while he could. Even if he was trying to take this lightly there was still that voice in the back of his head that was practically screaming for him to run away while he could, that this was going to be the mission that went wrong, so he was trying to memorize every bit of Akumu just incase he didn't see his partner in crime again.
He felt his chest tighten significantly as the darker skinned man turned away from himself, knowing that it was time to start their mission, trying to hide his fear and discomfort as he swallowed and watched Akumu walk away. He folded his arms against his chest, a rather defensive position for a man who often was outspoken and rather open about everything, trying to hide his fear as he saw his friend move further and forth away from him.
Until the Shadow suddenly turned around.
Within a blink of an eye the other man was in front of him, feeling gentle lips brush against his cheek, causing the Flame to blush almost immediately at the intimate moment. He coughed a little, trying to hide his surprise at that, grinning at the comment. "I'll make sure you won't, my dear Shadow," He promised with a light laugh, not knowing how true this promise would be, as the man wouldn't have a chance to set off his flames.
Azariah wasn't sure if he'd heard his last comment, Akumu had been wrapped in his shadows by the time he'd gotten the presence of mind to actually speak, but he did hope that he'd been heard. Either way the mission had started and that meant he needed to get to the docks as fast as possible so he had time to scope out the place. With a deep breath the man ran his hand through his hair once more, trying to focus on the mission and get into the right mind set, watching the streets carefully as he set off at what he viewed was an inconspicuous pace.
It didn't take the Flame very long to get to the achingly familiar docks, smelling the thick scent of the sea before he saw it, shoulders relaxing at the familiarity of it. This... this was an easy job. This was a routine that he and Akumu had done hundreds of times, so why was he so on edge? He couldn't put his finger on it... sure, the money was a good factor into making him antsy, but that wasn't the only thing. They'd had disgustingly rich people before who overpaid them for simple tasks. It wasn't their team, either. Akumu was someone who Azariah trusted with his life and Jack had proved to be reliable.
So what was the problem here?
The Flame shook his head, as if he could physically shake away his anxieties, focusing on finding the guards and what kind of mayhem he could cause as a cover for the Shadow. He was currently wearing all dark clothes, trying to blend in as well as he could for the time being, a hood covering his auburn colored hair as he acted as an innocent civilian. Every now and then he'd check the sky, squinting his mismatched eyes against the setting sun in hopes to catch the signal he needed.
It took about five times before he caught the hawk soaring in the sky. He was reluctant to admit the he gave himself a second to enjoy the view, knowing most would just assume that it was an actual hawk, although Azariah knew better. The man grinned at that, remembering the warning to not let the man see his flames, raising his hands as he allowed to start his own fun. He couldn't help the excitement that made his body tremble, he always loved this part of the job, seeing the alarm as realization dawned on his unsuspecting victims that they were royally screwed.
But this time he didn't get to see that expression.
Instead he felt a hard, metallic, object press against the back of his head. "Put the fire out." Came a cold, commanding, voice that Azariah did not recognize. His blood nearly froze at that, confused, because how had someone managed to sneak up on him? He was almost always incredibly careful... however he was in an open area and he wasn't in the best mindset with all his worrying. Perhaps that was why this man had managed to sneak up on him, either way he was standing there, flames slowly dying at the order as his mind raced, thinking of a way to disable the man.
Maybe he could summon fire from behind him... sure he hadn't really practiced that type of fire magic before, he liked keeping his flames nice and controlled by producing them at his fingertips, but right now he was desperate to get away. He was about to try that, too, as men started to file out of the warehouses around them. All of them had guns, all of them were trained on him, and he realized at that moment that this was a set up and he was screwed.
Azariah swallowed as he slowly lifted his hands, eyes darting around, wondering if his partner had been caught or if he'd be able to get Azariah out of here. On the bright side... the warehouse is empty. He'd be able to get that Cutlass if it's actually there. He thought wryly, trying to hide the tremble as he stared at the men surrounding him. "On your knees," Came a shout, but the man hadn't processed what the order was, not moving until he felt someone hit his back to force him onto his knees. He bit his lips at that, hands raised, looking up as he let out a few last sparks into the air, a warning flare that looked like his fire was sparking out. The man behind him didn't like that, though, slamming the butt of the gun on the back of his head hard enough to let the flare fizzle out rather quickly. He could only hope that Akumu had seen this and was figuring out a way to get the both of them out of this situation.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 10, 2018 1:22:27 GMT -5
Akumu ❝ nothing ventured, nothing gained. ❞ ─ kaede akiba ─ Ashport Docks, Blackwater. 10 years ago... He had waited.
He was surprised that his partner hadn't set the skies ablaze. It was a feat that usually happened, a thing where Azariah loved to show off those brilliant flames of his. A part of him almost felt disappointed at no sign of even smoke, but alas, perhaps the man had finally taken heed to his words. Perhaps it was just a small fire that was needed to start up a fight. Either way, there were no men walking down from the southern end of the docks.
Clear to go, Akumu ducked down into the shadow realm, slithering his way through solid objects, going from place to place until he reached the ware-house door. They had locked it and there was a certain metal that made him be able to touch the doors. But they hadn't thought about a passageway inside by other means. Crouching down, the shadows returning to a dark pool on the ground, the man formed a shadow from his wrist, turning it into a key that mimicked a real one quite perfectly. It was enough to make the lock click and the chains fall.
His boots echoed lightly in the wooden warehouse, the smell of dirt and stale air hitting his nose in a sudden wave. Fish scales, teeth, mounted and stuffed giant horrific figures of the deep, these items gave a certain musk to the air that the twenty-eight year just didn't really like, despite loving seafood. The sunlight peeked through the wooden cracks of the warehouse, reminding him of what he was supposed to be looking for.
The Blackwater Cutlass.
The country wasn't a good one, it was ran by corrupted men. A eternal war between the pirates and the pirate hunters. For years, however, pirates hadn't been found. The Captain of Blackwater was a pirate hunter and a well known one, world renowned one at that. There wasn't a soul who could escape him, or so they often whispered on the streets. A rich fool with a talent with not only a gun, but a sword, a army of ships and men ready to fight and die for him at any given moment. Captain Fate was his name, a ironic name as what he thought of you determined if you lived or died. You did him a favor and you would be wealthy. You crossed him and you would be hunted down and killed. Either way, he always got what he wanted.
Akumu and Azariah? They hadn't gotten on the Captain's good side after stealing his best ship and selling it to one of the few pirates remaining in Blackwater, even helping him escape unseen. Of course, that wasn't what did the whole 'hunting down and killing them' factor. No, it was from them tricking him into a dark building and pouring rotted fish guts onto him, a distraction to allow them to steal the coin on his person and leave without a trace, unscathed.
Sighing softly, silently, the man's brown eyes scanned around, countless rows of crates and boxes, shelves filled with all sorts of things. Weapons of all sorts, armor of many designs, ship equipment littered the entire inside, meaningless junk to Anionian man. His hand went up to push his black hair off of his shoulder, the loose ponytail having ending up on his shoulder from his travels in the shadow realm, the gravity there not working the same way it did in the physical realm.
Closing his eyes, the twenty-eight year old looked through the different shadows, darkness searching through each box until he found the chest inside a particular crate, quickly falling into a shadow and reappearing in front of the exact crate. Silently, quickly, the crate was opened, the lock picked and the chest unsealed. And inside was his beautiful prize.
Captain Fate's Blackwater Cutlass.
Taking it and putting it into the sheathe at his side, a empty one that he had brought for this very reason, he put everything back in its original place. No one had came in the warehouse, no one had came nearby. Akumu could only hope that it was Azariah's doing and not the bitter, twisted feeling in his stomach. Until he heard the clicks of the guns.
"So it is true," a voice stated. He knew that voice. "You asses decided to come back to my town and dare show your faces." He didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The amount of money for this job had made him walk into the lion's den, he had taken a gamble and had lost. "And you don't even say hello?" A small huff left through the Shadow's nose.
He had three options. He could turn and kill Captain Fate at this very moment, he could leave or he could attack, but not kill the older man. The Shadow was known for escaping, not fighting, but the few times that he had been forced to fight were described as terrifyingly accurate.
"Well? You have a debt to pay, Shadow." He gritted his teeth and used the shadows to form three daggers in his left hand. "Do this nicely an' maybe I won't give you a painful death." Giving a side-eye at the large man, the twenty-eight year old gave a glare as he slowly turned to face him, his hand angled at his side, out of sight.
"You are not fit to call me by such a familiar name," Akumu hissed and spat at the other, flicking his wrists and flinging the three shadow daggers at the other. Able to slip into the shadows and make a dash away, using a lot of his energy to transport himself to a farther place away, he rose up kneeling from a puddle of darkness farther down the docks.
A bit out of breath from this use of energy without warning, having only been able to transport away from the pure concentration and memory of where he needed to be, the Shadow stood up and let out a small sigh. He had gotten out, a bit, but he wasn't clear yet.
Brown eyes scanned around carefully, a worried thought coming to mind. They had known he'd be here. They had known it. How? How did they know? Regardless of that, what was he supposed to do now? The entire docks were swarming with Captain Fate's men, looking for him, their obnoxious movements annoying him. There were no signs of a fire, of flames, of smoke, even after all of this. Wait! A few... sparks?
Azariah.
There was something very wrong. Something had been wrong from the moment he had started this job, he knew it was wrong. A trap? Why them? He knew the Captain hunted down ruthlessly, but why them? No, something was definitely up.
Returning to the shadow realm, Akumu moved around, slithering and twisted around objects as best he could, going in that direction as fast as he could. He turned back to his physical form and stood up, peeking over to where he felt a large gathering of shadows.
Oh. Oh no.
There were... so many. He couldn't... do anything. Shocked at first, quick to hide such emotions, he stared at his partner in the eyes, a unreadable expression on his face. Fifty, sixty, seventy men were there, surrounding Azariah. Far too many for even the both of them and Jack combined. No, this was too much to do all at once.
Once more, he had different options, only this time it was two. He could try to go in, create a distraction (despite this not being his sort of element) and get Azariah out, or leave and get Jack to come back and get him out. It was obvious on which one he'd pick and he decided as he kept a stare at the other, making sure to keep eye contact.
Only to turn his back and feel the shadows wrap around him as he disappeared into the inky blackness and go to a different place, his hand going to the prized Blackwater Cutlass at his side as he disappeared, making sure it stayed there as he transported. Despite everything, he still had a mission to do, a job to complete. He would save his partner, but he needed to think and he needed his team. There was a few hours before he would be killed, if the Captain wanted to do such a thing. He had a few days if he was being sent to a prison. He didn't know which was worse.
Either way, he had disappeared, a cold, unreadable expression being the last face he had shown towards the other. I will return. I will be back, he willed silently as he moved to a place, a hide-out, a safe zone. All four team members were there as he appeared, wary and unsure. It didn't take them long to notice something was wrong.
"You're alone." Astrid commented.
"Azariah," Akumu got out, out of breath and tired from having to use up so much energy for 'shadow crossing' without it being in direct physical sight. "He is... in trouble. We need to help him. Save him. We need to-" Falling to his knees, he stopped himself from panicking too much. He could get them out of this. He could do this. He could... "We have to. Azariah has been taken. We must get him back." At any cost.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Aug 11, 2018 11:46:40 GMT -5
xx {{ up to you.
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