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SV November 3rd, 2011 12:03 PM

Ryuu heard Kerin the vampire speak to him now.

"Why do you insist on pissing people off? Are you trying to make enemies out of everyone?"

Ryuu can't say it was the first time he was asked that question, or the second. He had been asked questions like that for a long time now. Many various forms of the question came with it. He looked at Kerin now, somewhat baffled by the question in this place.

"Are you stupid vampire, or are you just oblivious? Why do you think they sent us here in the first place, to drink tea and tell stories? We're here to fight. To kill each other. Ultimately, we're here to die."

He said, as a stood up from his stances and cracked his neck, smiling a rather horrid smile at Kerin. Then, he continued.

"All I'm doing is training now, preparing. But training against trees is too boring. The best way to improve oneself is to train against live victims. And if you die here from it now, then perhaps I'm doing you a favor, because the fights you'll experience where we're fighting for real will be a lot more painful and worse than what we're doing here."

Ryuu placed both hands on the ground now, and squatted, looking at the ground. Then, he looked up at Kerin, and said a quick, "Get ready", before using the ground as a force to push off from as he bolted towards Kerin with the intent to ram into him.

Eeveemaster9 November 3rd, 2011 3:03 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Bernkastel Vermillia - Demon District

"Thank you for the necklace... I'll stay for up to an hour for training, and if the Vampires don't accept, then they don't accept. Honestly, I don't want to be in an alliance with them, so I'm not gonna make an effort. They either accept me or they don't..."

'Xavier isn't very smart when it comes to people,' was the first thing that came to mind. It was true. Right there, before his very eyes was the solution to everything. If he could just form some sort of curiousity, he would get just how SIMPLE everything was... Marisa knew. Well, without looking into the future of course, but she would know if she knew of these conversations. Vergil knew as well, and he was being oddly calm about it. It was quite surprising to myself that he hadn't told anyone. In any case, Xavier didn't know. I gave him everything I possibly could, and he was thinking either too much, or too little.

"And if they don't, and the Vampires get into a fight with you... Understand which side I'll be on to help, and don't be offended..." He could take this either way. That last bit was simply a test to see how much he was actually thinking, and how much he was assuming. It was a good test. A test I had done with several different people in the last twenty-four hours.

Finally, the elevator stopped. What we stumbled upon, was basically unavoidable. A fight had broken loose. Between whom? Most obviously, Ryuu had been a contender. Kerin was facing the demon; saying something unintelligable from our distance. He was hardly beaten badly compared to Ryuu and the training center. The places not protected by barrier were smashed. Natruo was going to be peeved off... But that was the least of my concerns. Calmly, I stepped out of the elevator, and surveyed the area. Marisa was in a tree; untouched. She hadn't been fighting Ryuu. Then who had been?

"Lucifier, who is it?" I whispered under my breath. The tattoo on my arm -a snake with diamond shaped scales- looked around. He uttered the answer to me inside my mind. I looked down at the earth holding up Ryuu's weight. I could feel Lucifier's power surge into my left eye. A symbol forming across my vision the color of crimson. Then it disappeared in a series of flashes, and I was now looking at the world through a diagram of lines. The temperatures of everything were represented by colors ranging from albino whites, to blazing reds of flame. Ryuu's body was especially red and orange. However, the only thing that was basically one solid object of red, was the thing directly underneath him inside the ground. Raike. At is side, was the completely opposite color. A bright baby blue figure. Mammon.

"Lucifier, permission to restrain Ryuu. Alice, permission to collect Mammon and Raike. All others, unimportant to the task." I muttered to myself. One of these days, people were really going to send me to a mental hospital...

Well, they wouldn't if what I said was true. Did I speak the truth? Yes. The snake tattoo slowly faded out of existance, and seconds later, two pentagrams glowing with a blood-colored light, were drawn into the ground. A dark cone of light engulfed both, and at the same time, two figures ascended. A demonic woman with formal clothing and blonde curls. Another, a tall man with jet-black hair, had clothing which consisted of all black, and a jillion belts with no purpose in holding it together. The man had his arm crossed over his chest, while the woman had her hands on her hips like some human about to give a lecture. Once the pentagram and light disappeared, they went into action silently. The man -Lucifier- rushed forward at the same moment Ryuu did; eyes a glowing, dark cranberry trained on the target. Instead of running straight into the other demon, he made the swift movement of going behind him, turning sharply, and sticking his leg out. A perfectly executed trip. The moment Ryuu hit the leg at that speed, there was no stopping him. And even then, you could tell Lucifier was much stronger than the mortal. His leg didn't cave from the force, and he was even faster than the rhino. That was a Demon Servant for you. Once Ryuu was out of control (falling), Lucifier pressed his body a-top him, forcing Ryuu to stay down and not to regain his footing. The two fell hard at the ground; sliding just slightly across the earth. Lucifier's strong arms pinned Ryuu's upperarms to the ground, and he sat on his back. "......"

Alice, on the other hand, wasn't throwing herself at some murderous demon. Instead, she basically skipped over to the place Raike's body was; leaned forward, and stuck her hand through the ground like it wasn't even there. In one swift motion, she pulled the human out; tossing him, along with Mammon, into a nearby clutter of branches and leaves. "~!"

Myself, one hand on Xavier's shoulder to keep him from leaving, spoke from my spot by the elevator. "If you want to train, Ryuu.... Feel free to fight Mammon to your hearts content... People aren't going to fight you to the best of their ability, due to the fact that they want to save things for the arena..." I hoped that he remembered who that was. "And don't worry, I gave her the order on the helicopter to have you win. So she is quite capable of entertaining your training schedule...."

SkyisUmbreon November 3rd, 2011 4:31 PM

"Ugh.... ****...." I groaned, but I didn't hear myself say it, it was more a matter of me thinking the words and my lips moving to form them, my ears were still ringing from the impact. Before I could even come fully back to my senses I could already hear a familiar voice in my head, starting to lecture me about how I was an idiot and that I was going to get myself killed. I couldn't even move really, my movements were completely restricted for some reason, not like I didn't have the energy, but it was total lock down. Mammon's voice kept on going on in my head about how stupid what I had done was, and how I was going to kill us both, blah blah blah "No one told you to stay with me through that skirmish, I already told you I wasn't gonna be relying on your powers for everything, and I needed to test his strength... and also vent on him for what he said in the copter...."

"I still think that your were worried for me Mammon, I heard how you tried to cover up that last part of your sentence, hah...." I laughed wearily in my head, feeling my body retaliate against me viciously for putting it through that fight. Maybe I should have used more of my magic abilities during that fight, but I really didn't want to get serious over that oaf, or at least that was my own reasoning. After fighting Ryuu, I had deducted that wasn't only a muscle head, and actually did use his brain sometimes.... and he was also hella strong! The next time I fought him, I wasn't going to lose. I recognized the vow as the last part finished echoing in my mind.

Ever get the feeling you're being watched, or that other saying... something like you can feel someone walking on your grave? Well I started feeling that way, and I didn't think it was just a coincidence; someone was definitely watching me and I wasn't just making it up.

"Mammon.." I voiced silently in my mind before I felt someones hand grasp my shoulder and just toss, and I mean Ryuu style toss me out of the ground, and into a mess of branches and bushes Ryuu and I had knocked down during that fight. "Damn it! I'm done with being manhandled!" I raged quietly to myself as I rubbed my head softly and massaged my sore arms, thinking about how I wouldn't be so objected to Mammon's healing right now. Who hell could reach through solid earth and grab me like that knowing my exact location and everything? Another demon, like mammon probably... I also thought it was safe to say that Bernkastel had intervened... hopefully I wouldn't be getting another lecture, Jeebus.

Eeveemaster9 November 3rd, 2011 9:03 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Mammon - Underworld

"No one told you to stay with me through that skirmish, I already told you I wasn't gonna be relying on your powers for everything, and I needed to test his strength... and also vent on him for what he said in the copter...."

I huffed. "It's in the contract that I protect you from fatal harm... I couldn't just leave you like that, or I'd be screwed over... Well, I kinda wanna vent at him TOO you know! I had to lay back and have him 'kill' me, remember?! He thinks I'm DEAD. That he killed me with his 'fists of fury'." I snorted at the last bit.

"I still think that you were worried about me Mammon, I heard how you tried to cover up that last part of your sentence, hah..."

Immediate reaction to that one, was for my cheeks to heat up. A reaction, I tell you! "That's...! O-of course i'd worry! You're my contractor and all... I'm supposed to protect you from dying... JEEZ. It's not like I like you or anything...!" And that was my mistake. He never mentioned anything of that sort. He only mentioned that I seemed to worry/care about him. I didn't realize this.

He was just uttering my name, when a force above him grabbed his arm, and yanked him out. Wha--- Ryuu? Did Ryuu do that? How?! I popped my head out of the ground; panic striking me when I didn't see Raike with the first look around. Then I spotted him; tangled among the broken pieces of trees. Breathing out, I removed myself fully from the Earth, and slid back into a tattoo on his skin. Quietly, I healed him from the inside out, while observing the new change in plans. Bernkastel and Xavier had entered, along with another two Demon Servants. Lucifier, whom had Ryuu pinned down easily, and Alice, who I assumed was the one to pull Raike out.

Man. Did I have some explaining to do for Bernkastel...

SV November 4th, 2011 12:52 AM

Ryuu could see Kerin in his sights. He was almost upon him, when the unthinkable happened. He was tripped, yes, tripped, by someone. Ryuu former expression of happiness and glee was replaced with one of confusion. Ryuu was pinned down on the ground, an unknown person above him. He struggled to see who his attacker was, who was unrecognizable to him.

"What the-" Ryuu began, before he spotted Bern in the distance. He connected the two together, and fumed.

"BERN!" He shouted from underneath the newcomer. Ryuu's expression of confusion was now one of anger. And not just the simple frustration he had on the copter, or the fake and laughable anger he displayed throughout his stay here. No. For the first time, he was actually angry. His eyes fixed on Bern as he screamed loudly from underneath the person on top of him.

"WHAT THE F*** DO YOU THINKING YOU'RE DOING!?" He screamed at her, as he squirmed underneath the other. His squirms turned into struggles, and then to exertions, before eventually he was doing anything possible to get the guy off of him. His screaming could send shivers down people's spines. If there was glass in front of him, it was as if those screams would break it.

Yea, that bad.

But the scenario called for it. What Ryuu despised the most was when people, in short, f***ed with him. Mess with him, hinder him, basically anything that would get in his way. The night before, Ryuu specifically told Bern, don't f*** with him. That was the agreement. Not an alliance. Just a simple statement. I won't f*** with you, and you won't f*** with me. Needless to say, it wasn't a good way to start up an agreement.

"If you want to train, Ryuu.... Feel free to fight Mammon to your hearts content... People aren't going to fight you to the best of their ability, due to the fact that they want to save things for the arena..." Bern said. The name was familiar to Ryuu. He heard it before. It was the same as the thing she summoned on the plane. "And don't worry, I gave her the order on the helicopter to have you win. So she is quite capable of entertaining your training schedule...."

Ryuu looked at her from underneath the man still holding him down, just about ready to explode. He spoke back to her, harshly.

"I was fighting the human, Bern. I was training with him. You have NO RIGHT to interfere with my fights. You should have left me alone. THAT WAS WHAT WE AGREED ON!" I yelled. Bring up the fact that the demon he wounded on the helicopter didn't help either. It wasn't so much the fact that it was alive that bothered him as to the fact that she said she let him win. And then there was this other on top, one who could clearly have enough strength to subdue him and hold him, and one who was fast enough to catch up to him while he was running at Kerin. It was different than the life he was used to. Out in the Demon District, in the area he lived. He was the strongest. He was the king, if you will. Out here, all of these others popped up. And then Bern goes and stops his own fight, and tells him he let him win earlier. It was insulting, hurtful. Not physical pain, no. It was much worse. It hurt his pride.

He was beyond angry now. There's a word for beyond angry. Furious? A bit more than that. Enraged. Yes, that seemed right. He was Enraged. He screamed out loud even more as he attempted to test the limit of the guy on top of him, who held him down. In a quick motioned, he pounded his fists into the ground, and then, with all his might, brought the guy off of him. Panting heavily, he stood up now, taking a look back at the mystery man, then looked back at Bern. He spoke.

"I don't need your charity, or your help. I don't wanna fight you pets, or train with them. I will fight my own battles, and I will win them like I always have. You have crossed me. Expect no mercy." He said, as he pointed at her, and then began to walk.

Not crush anything, not hit anything, but simply walk away, mulling the days events over. He noticed Raike off to the side, now tossed in some branches. Still angry, he smiled a bit as he reminisced the fight they just had. It was a long time since he had enjoyed anything so much in his life. It was an even more entertaining fight than the one he had with Natruo. Sure, Natruo was a tougher opponent, but Raike was a more interesting one. He was a human, a species Ryuu didn't care sh*t about, but all of a sudden, this Raike comes along, and Ryuu learns something. Not all is as it seems. In any case, it was one of the most fun fights he has probably ever had.

"I'll be seeing you soon, human." He spoke to him, in a very different tone than he had before with the human. It wasn't exactly friendly, more like respectful. It seemed Ryuu had gained a bit for Raike, and in the process lost all of it for Bern. As he walked away, back into the sea of trees, still fuming at Bern and her cohorts, he made up his mind he'll win them all, and he'll do it on his own. He won't get help from anyone else, and he won't get special training from anyone. He'll train, he'll fight, he'll bleed, and ultimately, they'll die.

Swolligator November 7th, 2011 2:46 AM

[WARNING: This post is kind of graphic, and yes I have had permission from Eeveemaster9 to bunny Mira and Michaela's characters, as well as Natruo.]


Akira Tsukuda – Angel

Natruo was about to begin teleporting them when he stopped and looked Akira in the eyes, in response and deference, Akira downcast his eyes, not wanting to look into the eyes of the god, especially after the outburst he had just made. With an evil grin on his face, Natruo began talking to Akira, “Angel, I have an idea,” he proposed.

Akira didn’t really want to know, but general curiosity took over, “What is your idea, Natruo-sama?” His heart began to beat a hundred beats a minute thinking that because of his outburst earlier, Natruo was proposing some sort of punishment for him.

“If you kill these two lovely female contestants behind you for me, saving me having to kill them during the Poppy Games, then I will not bomb you with traps in the arena.” The blood drained from Akira’s face, what Natruo wanted him to do was just pure evil, he couldn’t kill the two contestants behind him, one; they had done nothing to him, and two; they were female! Akira could not bring himself to hit a girl for no reason, much less kill one. “It would mean that your chance of survival would increase by thirty, maybe forty percent, fifty percent would be pushing it a bit.”

Akira turned around and looked at the Demon and Human, behind those obvious details, they were both girls, yet with Natruo’s proposal, they both looked at him more menacingly. “Natruo,” he said over his shoulder, “you are and evil [email protected]@rd of a God, so I sadly am going to have to accept your offer-” the moment he said accept, the two girls had looked at each other and were on him within seconds, the Human pulling a sword out from behind her back.

Akira was lucky that he had his wings at least halfway stretched out so he was able to buffet the two girls backwards as he himself was pulled backwards next to Natruo by a flap of his wings. The two girls quickly recovered, but Akira was able to adopt a stance that would allow his to take them on in the intervening time. The human rushed at him from the front while the demon took off up into the air; he was going to have to be more careful about the demon than the human as she tried to hack away at him with her sword. Using his wings to push him and swivelling on the balls of his feet, he was able to miss being struck by the sword many times, however the human was skilled enough with it that she was able to make a couple of scars on his arms, chop a few feathers from his wings, and give him a fairly large gash on his waist. Seeing an opening in her attack, he took the chance to lunge forward, grasping her wrist and wrenching it enough to not just dislocate, but break it so her sword fell to the ground below. He launched forward again as she gasped in pain as the searing in her wrist got to her, launching a punch in her abdomen which made her double over, followed by a sharp rise of his knee that connected with her face, breaking her nose and splattering blood across the concrete.

Now in extreme pain, she stumbled back, her torturous screams echoing into the emptiness. Akira was about to run in for the finishing blow when from above, the demon he had forgotten to watch launched herself downwards, colliding with Akira and forcing him to the ground. She grabbed the back of his head by the hair, wrenched it backwards causing pain to flood through Akira’s body before she slammed it into the ground. Akira felt skin on his face rip and his nose crunch as it connected with the concrete. She did this once… twice… three times as Akira lay dazed on the ground.

“You seem to be beaten and have failed me, Angel…” Natruo yelled from the side lines, “you’re being beaten by girls!” he ridiculed in addition.

Anger ripped through Akira’s body, the God was messing with him and on the brink of death, this did nothing but annoy Akira immensely. He felt the demon let go of his hair and grab his wings, then splitting pain in his shoulder blades as she begun to rip his wings off. In a spasm of pain, he hand hit metal, the humans blade, and clenching onto it with all his strength, he swung it in an arc behind his body, managing to slash a gash in the demon’s thigh. Her grip lessened as she stumbled back off of his body, gripping her leg in pain. In an instant, Akira was off the ground, blood now pouring freely from his nose and now his face; his clothes torn to shreds and caked with blood. He flapped his wings hard, buffeting the demon with blasts of wind, keeping her off guard before he took the opportunity to sink the blade into her chest; piercing her black demon heart. She looked down at the blade before looking back at Akira; a single tear shedding down her face as she was about to die. The motion jerked Akira and he felt a pang inside; he had gone against his own morals and killed a woman.

“What have I done?!” he whispered through the stream of blood coming from his nose. He left the sword lying in the demon and turned around to face the recovering human. He saw the pain in her eyes; it was right beside the anger that fuelled her. She ran towards him raising her right arm that was not broken; rage now filling her face. Akira felt the punch connect with the side of his face as he took the punch he deserved.

“You deserve to get a hit,” he spoke to her, the blood bubbling from his nose when he spoke, “before I kill you.” Her motion carried her on as she went flying past Akira, and as soon as she was past him, he pulled his fingers back and curled then, forcing his palm forward and making contact with the back of her skull.

She was dead before she even hit the ground.

Akira turned to the cheering God as he clapped at Akira’s win. Akira sunk to his knees, in a pool of blood that was not his own. He looked into the blood that now pooled around him, Akira got a good glimpse at his broken face; the face of a killer. Tears now slid down his cheeks as he remembered seeing his sister being carried out on a stretcher; half her body burnt away.

It was his entire fault.

His tears now began to join the swirling blood as it journeyed across the pavement. Killing the two females wrenched both his heart and mind in two directions as they each tore apart. He screamed, he screamed at the top of his lungs in pain and anguish. He cursed at the god profusely, he cursed at the world, and he cursed the universe. Akira had gone past his own morals that had been set in stone since he had stuffed up last time, it was the one thing Akira had lived by, the only real constant thing about him, and he had destroyed that. He felt no anger towards the God, it was hatred instead, but a dark hatred that sat bubbling beneath the surface. He would reap all he could from the God, he swore to himself and on the bodies of the two people he had just murdered that he would get his revenge against the evil god that stood before him. “All in due time,” he thought to himself.

Akira’s face seemed to darken, and he could have sworn that his wings had darkened in shade, as he began to recollect himself, drag all the pieces of him that were left and piece them together. The moral he had once lived by was now shattered into pieces; unable to be pieced back together. Akira stood up onto his feet, the exhaustion finally reaching him as the adrenaline stopped pumping through his veins. Akira swayed then faltered, falling down to the concrete and splashing into the pool of blood now nearly two metres in diameter around him. Not giving a care, his vision swam as the God walked over to him, and closing his eyes he let the darkness take hold of him, relaxing in its grips.

Skymin November 10th, 2011 9:54 PM

"Are you stupid vampire, or are you just oblivious? Why do you think they sent us here in the first place, to drink tea and tell stories? We're here to fight. To kill each other. Ultimately, we're here to die. All I'm doing is training now, preparing. But training against trees is too boring. The best way to improve oneself is to train against live victims. And if you die here from it now, then perhaps I'm doing you a favor, because the fights you'll experience where we're fighting for real will be a lot more painful and worse than what we're doing here."

That was the last thing Kerin heard before Ryuu charged. Kerin braced himself, ready to take the attack and try and counter-attack in someway (of course, he had no idea how). He didn't really want to fight Ryuu anymore. He had lost interest in Marisa and focused on Kerin, and that was enough to unmotivate Kerin. He was never a guy that fought for himself. Well, sure, he did get in a few punch ups over previous punch ups but Kerin never fought purely because he wanted to. He wasn't like Ryuu, he didn't thrive on the heat of battle or on the reactions of others. He was the sentinel, the Robin Hood of his world. If the strong took advantage of the weak, Kerin was there to punch those ass-holes in the face.

Then, Bernkastel interfered. Quite efficiently too, taking the situation swiftly into her own hands. Ryuu was stopped, Raike was looked after and Kerin was slightly confused. It had all happened a little fast, Kerin couldn't quite keep up. Ryuu was furious with her it seemed, shouting all kinds of profanities. It was all over now, and Ryuu was released and was walking away.

"Maybe you should think about someone else! What do you have to live for? What do you have to die for other than yourself?!" Kerin shouted at the demon. He didn't expect him to hear him nor answer him, so Kerin turned his back on him, to Marisa. He smiled at her.

"You okay?"

Eeveemaster9 November 13th, 2011 6:48 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Marisa Ryunatta - Vampire District

"......"

I watched, silently, as everything gave way to violence in a flash. Why do people fight? Surely for a purpose to each different. I could never really understand why Ryuu did what he believed to be 'good'. No matter how many times he would fume on about his lust for murder, all that I really got, was that he was much different than comparing myself to Bernkastel. His mind worked oddly. For one such as himself, you would immediately come to the conclusion that he had some sort of tragic past which shaped him into a monster. But that didn't seem to be the case. He was, instead, born this way. A mind not shattered by the great sin of killing even his own parents. Even if I had the power to, I would have never killed my father.

However, just as I couldn't understand him, he couldn't understand us. He was like a new, exotic species; unfamiliar to our customs and judgemental to our ways. We say yes to friends and peace. He says yes to fighting and gore. One could say we had nothing in common, but that wouldn't necessarily be true. We both lived for some sort of purpose. That was one. A purpose we may, or may not have realized just yet. A small piece in a thousand to make the big picture. Perhaps we were from that same puzzle; just waiting for some other piece to join our parts together. In order for his piece to fit nicely into place, we had to admit that he wasn't some monster born from the depths of Hell. We instead had to say to ourselves; 'His reasoning is perfectly fine. He's alive, and he's simply expressing the very innards of his soul in a way that doesn't seem normal. To him as well, we're the abnormal ones'.

It wasn't long, before the bloodshed began. Though I thought all those things inside my mind, I couldn't bring myself to watch what Ryuu did. I could hear the shouts and bashes. The crumbling of trees and earth as thinks toppled over. Ryuu and Raike and Kerin.... Kerin didn't want to fight. He was simply protecting me from the demon. As for Raike... He's the one that stepped in front of Kerin and smashed his boot into Ryuu's face. What was his goal? Raike surely was an odd one in a sense. He was the first to really challenge the rhino, and give him a hard time in the helicopter. Even before Bernkastel. So what did that all mean? He had gut, that was obvious. But what could you call him? Brave? Or perhaps oblivious to the dangers? I found him to be brave, but with a sliver of fear. Of course, one would have to be completely insane and stupid to not be even chilled by the presence of Ryuu.

When I finally overlooked from my perch in the tree, I saw that the fight had been but a short struggle. Raike was absolutely nowhere to be seen, and Ryuu was taking a stance that made my insides jerk. He was going to charge. Charge right into Kerin. Fear crept over me in an uncontrollable shiver, and I leaned forward to cry out for Kerin to fight back. To fight Ryuu to the best of his ability and not to die. He couldn't die. He shouldn't die. He wouldn't! Ryuu wouldn't kill off a contestant yet... Would he? The pessimistic side of my mind kicked in; urging my eyes to the brittle pile of broken wood and boulders. Oh... Oh Goddess. Please let Raike be alive as well. Though I hadn't met him, nor particularly liked him, I couldn't bear the thought of a human being buried inside such a disgraceful tomb.

My cry for help was a little on the premature side; though, who could blame me? It happened all so horribly fast, that my eyes only saw a blur of objects moving over eachother. The object I had seen, happened to be the man known formally as Lucifier. The servant of the Underworld, and a great bearer of destruction. To whom had the pleasure of being pinned by such a figure? Of course, it was none other than Ryuu. At first, my mind recongnized his confusion. I hadn't predicted that a new person would come into play. And secondly... Who had sent him here? From what I knew, servants couldn't do things on their own. They had to be ordered by a master of sorts; may it be their contractor, or the Demon Lord himself.Just as I registered Ryuu's clear and unshaved outrage, I came across the figure whom his anger was directed towards. Who else could possibly peeve him off more, than Bernkastel Vermillia? Relief swept through my body, and I collapsed onto the branch I had desperately been clinging to.

I hadn't worry about Bernkastel risking her actual life over such a fight. She was strong, and a master of many things as she had generously proved. Her name was famous, and almost everyone on the face of Earth knew her. Not by physical, but by word of mouth. Either in the greatest of respect, or lowest of standards. She was truely amazing.

And then, the ultimate fury erupted from the very core which was Ryuu. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced. He was, a hundred and two percent, absolutely blinded by the fury of what Bernkastel had done. He roared and struggled with all his might; until finally breaking free. By the words of which he spoke, the two had agreed upon some sort of deal, and Bernkastel had trespassed over it. Trespassed to save Kerin from an unnecessary fight. That was a great price to pay, in a sense. But nothing could compare to the price of a life. She had done a rightful thing.

Once the demon left away from sight, I slid down the tree with shaking limb. Once at the roots, I stumbled into Kerin's arms. "I-I'm okay... Uuu..." I mumbled; pressing my face deep into the other vampire.

SkyisUmbreon November 13th, 2011 7:10 PM

- I grinned, thinking about how Mammon's face had immediately turned red after I mentioned her concern for me, and girnned even wider when she denied feeling any attraction to me even though I had never mentioned it. This demon was really intresting, and fun to tease, but it wasn't a one way thing, because he had made me almost blush once before. I could really see many more fun times between me and the demon, and I was looking forward to laughing my ass off. I felt her slide back onto my skin in tatto form, and began to feel my body mending and my fatigue fading, and silently thanked her in my head for it. As Ryuu walked by after blowing up at everyone else, he also said he would be seeing me soon, more of a statement then a farewell, and his tone had changed as well; it was more respectful. As he exited the arena, my thoughts shifted back to Bernkastel and her intervention, and I realized it wouldn't be long before she came over to question me.

Feeling slightly better, both from the healing, and the newfound respect I had earned in Ryuu's eyes, I got up, and did my best to limp off the scene without Bernkastel seeing me. And as the healing progressed, my limp turning into a sprint as I headed toward the human elevator. I waved a goodbye both to the vampire Kerin, as well as the little girl. Kerin in my eyes had earned some respect too, becuase at first, to be honest I hadn't really thought he could do anything, but apparently he could, whenever it involved the safety of his friends. I admired that. I turned my head back to the nearing elevator, praying that I wouldn't be spotted by Bern.-

Eeveemaster9 November 15th, 2011 6:11 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Natruo - God District

It was odd, how swift the fight seemed to last. Most fights that I had created, usually lasted more than this. The person would hesitate longer. They would ask for reasons. Annoying questions which had obvious answers. These questions would mostly consist of 'whys'. Why are you having me do this? Why me? Why should I listen to you? Why should I not slit your throat? Yes, some were definitely on the amusing side. My personal favorite was with a girl who had killed a younger one right before they were to go into the arena. The smaller girl's broken body had been horribly cut from the struggle, while the winner had only sustained a few bruises here and there. She moaned because of her 'sin' and asked God for forgiveness. "I forgive you," I had said with raised eyebrows. That sparked her to look at me hatefully. "You're no God of Heaven," She had spoken savagely. "You're a God of Hell!"

I thought about this memory, while surveying the damage. Two girls; a human and a demon, dead. One boy, an angel, somewhat alive. Alive, being that he had a heartbeat. His eyes had clouded over momentarily as he lay staring at me. Obviously, he loathed me for making him do such a thing. And then, they closed. He had fallen unconscious. Sighing, I finished my trip over to his crippled body, and squatted down. "....." I moved his face ever so slightly, to get a look at it. Nose broken, with cuts ripped open to smear blood across his cheeks and lips. "....." Not minding the blood that got onto myself, I picked him up into my arms. He wasn't the first to fall unconscious, but that didn't mean I was used to carrying such a thing. His wings were awkward to position; especially when they fell as limp as the arms falling at his sides. I didn't carry him far. Only to the insides of the building and settled on a piece of furniture. Being careful as to how he was positioned, I backed off and whipped out my cell phone. One could say I was old-fashioned.

"Hello?"
There was a period of silence, before a small fit of coughing came from the other end. "You killed them...?"
"No, I had another contestant do that," I answered honestly.
There was a sigh. "Natruo...."
"More efficient," I insisted.
There was a bit of shuffling in the background. "...Fine. I'll collect them. Make sure you repay them..."

I hardly had time to answer, before the signal was cut. Looking down at the screen of my phone, and then at Akira, I mumbled to myself a few insults. Directed towards who I had been talking to.

"....."

It was easy enough to heal him. Nothing of extreme urgency, really. I cleaned up his skin the best I could with a cloth, before slinging his body over my shoulder. The clothing wouldn't matter. The others would probably think he got into a fight with another contestant, and didn't get a scratch. That would, perhaps, work well with him.

~~~~~

I decided to teleport to the Angel's Tower, firstly. His new room. I wasn't simply going to dump him off in a training arena full of weapons and teenagers preparing to fight, while he was unconscious. Silently, I placed him down on the bedspread. And just as quickly, I left the room.

Skymin November 16th, 2011 4:27 PM

"That's good, I'm glad" Kerin put his arms around Marisa to pull her closer into the hug. He was legitimately glad. He wouldn't have even challenged Ryuu if Marisa had been upstairs, somewhere else. He would have called Ryuu an idiot and told him to go away. If Ryuu had called Kerin a coward, he would have walked on and paid no attention to the demon. If Ryuu had called Marisa weak and useless, Kerin would have retaliated. He would have punched back. But they were all ifs, Ryuu had done none of that. All he had done was charged at Marisa but Kerin had stopped him. Then, nothing else but a useless half fight.

Kerin's eyes caught the wave directed towards him by the exiting Raike. Kerin slowly waved back, a little surprised. What did... what did it mean? Of course, he knew it meant goodbye but he didn't expect Raike to acknowledge him, just leave or something. Were they... were they friends now? No, wait, aah! The whole thing just confused him. Taking Marisa's hand, he led her back over to the elevators, back over to Bernkastel. He needed to thank her, didn't he? That's what friends did, right? Bleaugh.

"Thanks Bern," he said to her, nodding his head. He wasn't sure what Ryuu was yelling about their agreement, but he was happy Bernkastel had stopped whatever was going to happen. He wasn't doubting his abilities, he just didn't want anyone else to get hurt. "Thank you."

Eeveemaster9 November 17th, 2011 7:18 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Bernkastel Vermillia - Demon District

"BERN!"

The inevidable roar from his throat erupted out my name. Or at least, a nickname for 'Bernkastel'. The nickname was sounded out exactly like "burn', which was very appropriate to the situation. Ryuu could be compared to that of fire. An uncontrollable thing that destroys anything in its path. I, being a witch, respect fire greatly. Except, Ryuu wasn't any ordinary fire. He was a blazing inferno. The deepest and hottest lava pool in Hell. And I had overstepped. Past the safety of water, and burning my feet badly. His immense fury was like nothing I had ever experienced. A fit of absolute rage that surprisingly scared me.

"That didn't look like training, Ryuu. Raike may have agreed to fight you, and that was fine. Kerin, however, didn't. He was protecting a younger participant from getting injured. You attacked him, and that is against the rules here..." I kept my voice steady and blank; unconsciously using my grip on Xavier to keep myself in place. It wasn't that I was going to collapse. It was that I was holding myself back. I knew I went overboard by having Lucifier attempt to restrain him, and I knew I was going to pay for that. I knew so, so I did my part not to add 'gas to the fire'. Why is it my mind always reels back to the whole fire concept? Perhaps it is in my future. Perhaps for the better. Once Ryuu had finished speaking to me, I glanced over to see that Raike had made himself over to the elevator. Though I recongnized that he was ditching, I didn't do a thing about it. 'Mammon,' I thought. But she didn't come to me. Instead, I saw a trail of almost invisible red light coming off from his left arm. I immediately came to the conclusion that he had made a sort of contract with her, and that she was the reason he actually survived a brawl with Ryuu. "......." I let him go. I would speak to him when I was calmer.

"Thanks Bern," I blinked several times, and finally noticed that Kerin, along with the little Marisa clinging to his side, had come over to me. He was thanking me for my help. For stopping the rhino from attacking him and Marisa. I nodded back slowly; not wanting to be modest.

"Your welcome... Train well, Kerin. Marisa, stay safe...." Gently, I pushed Xavier off in the direction of the actual training area; away from the elevator. Giving out a silent good bye to the two vampires, I moved away with him, to talk.

"If Ryuu does anything like that again. A fight... Hold me back. I did something rather... Unnecessary back there...." I looked back at the two demons I conjured. Lucifier was quietly brushing the dust off himself, while Alice observed the arena curiously.

'Lucifier.... Go back. Alice.... Watch over Marisa.' The two looked at me for confirmation, nodded, and did as instructed. Lucifier disappeared into a cloud of black mist, while Alice 'poofed' in a pink smoke, and fluttered over to the vampires as a moth. A clumsy, natural-looking moth.

I turned back to Xavier. "In any case.... At least try to learn something new and helpful here... Though you'll probably know everything...." I paused, shook my head. "....Don't leave for another fifty-five minutes..." And I moved away; easily concealing myself on the opposite end of the center, and away from where Ryuu had walked off.

Swolligator November 18th, 2011 2:03 AM

Akira Tsukuda - Angel

Akira swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness; along the thin line that separated the two from each other. His mind ran blank and far as he stretched out into the vast emptiness of darkness; a place he felt comfortably safe in. Here he had no care in the world, no body to maintain, no thoughts to plague his mind, no people to worry about. In this dream like unconscious state he was finally at peace. He relaxed fully, feeling all the weight just drift away into the oblivion that surrounded him; peace at last.

Then the warmth came, slowly and lightly at first like a miniature mist until it became heavier, pelting his consciousness and making his body convulse sporadically. It soon filled his entire body and consciousness as blinding light began to take over the billowing darkness that shrank back. He mentally grasped for it, his hand coming in contact with concrete instead as his body continued to convulse as Natruo healed him. Akira's consciousness soon returned to his body, and too tired to remain alive, he let go, still trapped in his newly healed body.

It shifted as Natruo flung Akira over his shoulder and teleported him to his new room within the training confines, laying it on the bed then leaving. Akira had about an hour or two before his body recovered and he opened his eyes into the sunlight that drenched his room. He turned over on the bed, hoping to fall back asleep, but no mtter how hard he tried, sleep eluded him and he finally gave up, swinging his legs over the bed and collapsing on the floor as he tried to stand up.

Akira felt weirdly off balance; like he had been in bed for what felt more like months than mere hours. Grasping the side of the bed, he slowly lifted himself up, regaining more control over his body as time went on. Within several minutes he was able to walk around his room without having to hold on to anything. He was quite disappointed with the room, white walls and bedsheets accompanied by a white bedside table, "they could have at least added a little bit of colour to this place," he croaked.

He opened the door, into yet another white washed hallway, his attention taken by a plate that sat at the foot of his door.

"Eat up Angel, you will need your strength," read the note attached atop a bagel, a piece of sticky tape keeping it from blowing away in the non-existent breeze. He managed to eat very little of it as most of the food was half cold anyway, it wasn't until he took the note off of the bagel bun did he realise who the note was from. Written in cursive letters was a name that Akira would never forget, one that made him boil with anger beneath the surface.

"Thanks, Natruo-sama," he said spitefully.

Fed and changed, Akira made his way to the steel elevator that stuck out like a sore thumb in what he assumed was the angel's quarter of the training grounds. He did not need to wait as the elevator opened as soon as he pressed the button, almost as if it was anticipating his use of it. It didn't take long for it to reach the bottom, soft angelic music playing its sweet melody to him while he descended. All the time he was wandering how he could shut it off, redecorate the rooms, or get a transfer to another area....this last thought of living with Demons, or worse Humans made him shudder.

When the elevator door opened, Akira wasn't expecting the indoor forest lined with tables compiled of differing sorts of armaments; many Akira knew very little of save for a molotov cocktail. Much less the chaotic nature that the place was in; as if while he had been asleep, the participants had had a contest to see who could cause more damage.

Wiping dust from his eyes, "おはよう*," he muttered, lifting his hand slightly in a gesture similar to a wave. He made an attempt to survey the room, and finding no angels about he stood awkwardly in front of the elevator, balanced on both feet and wings tucked in behind him. He wondered if the dark circles under his eyes he had noticed in the mirror were dark enough to draw attention; attention that he did not need.

*(Ohayou: informal way of saying Good Morning, translates better as simply 'morning'.)

Eeveemaster9 November 21st, 2011 5:37 AM

Chapter 3.5 - Amelia Kunjui - Angel District

"....!!!"

I woke with a start; eyes wide as I took hold of the clock beside my bed. Okay... I had been completely and utterly wrong. Last night, I had been worrying over getting too little sleep. Yet, I overslept, of all things! Was there some sort of schedule to attend to? Would servants burst into my room any second and haul me down in my pajamas? Squeaking at the thought, I tossed the clock beside me, and 'attempted' to hurry. My version of hurrying, is getting out of bed only to realize I was already out, and tangling myself even more in the sheets. Lovely. Whimpering quietly, I took the time to unhook my heels from it all. And once I was at my feet? I kinda stood there dumbly. Wait... Where was I again?

My eyes softened when I peered out through the balcony windows. Right... I remembered now. I was in the God's District. Having myself prepared to fight in some impossible game of strength and wit. Did I have either? No... And I highly doubted that I could work up enough muscle to even stand a chance. In all honesty, Marisa could probably beat me down with... Like.... Whatever little kids beat people with these days. Chairs? Stuffed animals? Sulking, I made my way around the room. I didn't have much strength anymore. Shizuka was a good ally and all, but I could almost feel that we'd be a part from eachother in the arena. Then what? Knowing me, I would probably entangle myself in a vine, and strangle myself attempting to get out. Haha;;;;

Going through the process of showering, I was amazed at the different features for the shower. They were really pampering us... Even for a government leader's child, I was unfamiliar to this level of quality. Washing and drying my hair accordingly, I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment. Why did my mother always add layers and layers of makeup? I looked perfectly fine... I wasn't as beautiful as Paris, but I wasn't an ugly orc... I couldn't wrap my mind around the answer. So, instead, I brushed it aside and got myself dressed. I was still new to the whole 'pants' thing, so it did indeed feel odd to my legs. A plain purple sweater, and I was off.

For once, I could actually TASTE the food I was eating! Meaning, I hadn't eaten my small portioned at that moment. I was, instead, taking my time with fluffy pancakes and fruit. It was nice. The servants were even getting a kick out of it; asking me if I wanted a different topping on my pancake, just to see how I would react to the flavor. I kind of felt sorry for these servants... Sure, they were supposed to serve us at our stay here, but wouldn't it get boring? Cook... Clean... Cook... Clean... How aweful of a life. Listening to our orders... The servants at the Demon's Tower probably had it the worst. Paris, and Ryuu. Normally I would worry abou the servants tending to the vampires... But that group seemed like generally nice people. The humans were... Diverse.

"Excuse me...?" I turned to the nearest servant to me, and they immediately perked up; awaiting an order.

"Ah... Well.... Servants have to listen to my orders, right?"

He gave a slight nod in reply, which made me smile. Happily, I stood from my seat at the table.

"Then I order each and every one of you to have fun in the entertainment room when nobody is around to cater to!"

This stunned him. His mouth opened slightly to protest, but he closed it firmly shut after a moment. He smiled in gratitude, and bowed. There... Now they didn't have to sit around bored all day! Because, we were probably going to be down for training for that much. Waving a small good bye, I parted ways, and entered the elevator.

Coming out from behind the sliding doors, I was amazed at what I saw. The entire place had changed significantly over the period last night. It was like a real place to train for survival. A small pack of trees (I thought the broken ones were supposed to be that way) and tables of equipment. Others were here as well, and no teachers. Looks like I wasn't late after all.

Gazing all around in awe, you could tell that I wasn't looking in one particular direction. Right in front. Because of this, I didn't realize that someone had stopped, and... "...!!" I bumped weakly into their wings, and stumbled backwards in surprise and confusion. Looking up, I saw that it was someone I had never seen before. They hadn't been on the helicopter, yet...

"S-sorry..." I mumbled, quickly passing around him. He was, obviously, an angel. And he didn't seem to be a teacher. That meant, he was here to participate in the actual games. I willed a glance over my shoulder at him. He looked strong... And mean. Was he going to be like Ryuu? Was I supposed to suspect that he'd grow a pair of bull's horns, and charge at me? A shiver when down my spine, and I hid myself behind a tree.

~~~~~~~

Not long after, did I hear the grand, prideful voice of Natruo. Turning around to peer in it's direction, I saw that the God had walked into about the middle of the training grounds, and was talking to everyone; hands in pockets.

"Listen up! And feel grateful for this day. You are all here to train, for one reason or another. Either your pitifully weak, or you want to become stronger. If you want to survive, use this day to your advantage! Each station has one professional at it. You are expected to keep the weapons within their eyesight. No fights between participants are permitted. Fail to restrain yourself, will result in your immediate termination." He glanced in Ryuu's direction, and then at the new participant. "....." And he left the building swiftly.

Exhaling, I carried my eyes over to the boy again. Well... Train, right? I watched as the barriers disappeared, and each professional stood waiting. Swallowing hard, I went to the nearest station; knot tying.
~~~~~~~~~
Note: All participants are able to train, now. The professionals are Gods, so they will offer up duels to practice your strengths and weaknesses.

SV December 7th, 2011 7:45 PM

Ryuu paced back and forth among the trees. He was angry, and he appeared to try to ‘burn’ out the anger as he would his stamina and energy. Although it didn’t look like it, the constant motion of walking back and forth was soothing, but Ryuu had never been this fumed for a while. It did little to calm his nerves. Still, it did. Suddenly, he stopped and took in a deep breathe. He could feel as if his blood boiled the moment he stopped, and instantly punched a tree in retaliation. His arm broke through the thick tree, and went out the other end. A bit of blood trickled down from his knuckle as he withdrew from it, still furious.

He began thinking of the unpleasant things he would be doing to the competitors he despised, which was basically everyone. Closing his eyes, he made mental pictures of all of them getting their just deserts. He saw the angels, the humans, Marisa. Kerin. Then he saw Bern in his mind again, and screamed loudly, unable to control himself as he tackled the visual representation of her in his mind, and beat it senseless. He abused his knuckles, hands and forearms with a vast array of hits and punches. Just then, the visual representation became a reality, and he saw that ‘Bern’ was nothing more than a tree branch. He screamed once more and got up, and began pacing again. Standing still wouldn’t help to bring his temper down, so he had to keep moving. He had to keep burning all that extra anger and energy.

In the distance now, he saw Natruo, standing in the center of the room. He spoke to all of the contestants.

"Listen up! And feel grateful for this day. You are all here to train, for one reason or another. Either your pitifully weak, or you want to become stronger. If you want to survive, use this day to your advantage! Each station has one professional at it. You are expected to keep the weapons within their eyesight. No fights between participants are permitted. Fail to restrain yourself, will result in your immediate termination."

Obviously, Natruo shot a quick glance at Ryuu. Ryuu stared coldly back at Natruo. He didn’t care if they sent the entire God district at him, nobody was getting in his way anymore. Still, there was one big problem. Ryuu had one disadvantage against other demons. They had wings. For a reason long in his past, Ryuu did not. He was the only wingless demon. He made up for it with his strength, but if they were to take to the air, which they very well might, Ryuu needed something long-range to combat them with. The barriers disappeared, a professional was at each station, awaiting to help train them. A whole day of training would be nice, and Ryuu would make the most of it. The question was, what was he going to train in?

Ryuu walked passed the other contestants as if they weren’t there, and eyed each station with limited interest. There were all kinds of stations for weapons, and abilities. Then he got to the magic section. He walked passed each one with limited interest. Wind Magic. Fire Magic. Water Magic. Void Magic. Iron Magic.

Then he got to another one. He eyed it, with interest. There was a man who stood there. Ryuu approached him, and examined it. Earth Magic. He always liked the ground. Like him, it was harsh, hard, strong, and able to crush mostly anything.

“Hello, sir.” The god said. Ryuu didn’t return a hello, only stared off into the same direction, in his mind thinking the possibilities. It was plainly obvious of one thing. He needed to get a way to target people in the air. Finally, Ryuu spoke.

“What is this for?”

“Earth Magic, sir. The ability to control minerals. Most commonly, the dirt around you, but not limited to that. You can also use sand, and oth-“

“What about long-range capabilities?” Ryuu demanded, cutting off the god.

“Earth Magic has that capability too. There are a variety of techniques for both long and short range fighting. Obviously, Earth is strongest the closer to ground the opponent is, but-“

“Show me.” Ryuu said again, cutting him off. The god nodded, and the proceeded off to the side a bit. He then concentrated on a point a little ways away from him. Suddenly, the dirt in the area over there moved, and shot a few feet into the air, then hit back down. Ryuu looked intently at what had just happened. He wasn’t impressed.

“What if a target is in the air?” He demanded.

“Earth Magic’s capability with what I can teach you will be limited with people in the air, sir. I can probably teach you to move a piece of earth up to four feet in diameter.”

Ryuu snorted, and looked back where the rock he moved once was. He yelled.

“That’s it?! Pah! Useless!” He said as he made his way away. The god kept his cool, and spoke.

“Sir, if I may explain something?”

“WHAT?!” He yelled back at him.

“Earth Magic is perfect for one such as you. The main ability of it is all about endurance. From looking at you, I can tell this is exactly what you’re about.” Ryuu’s attention was grabbed now, and he listened with interest. “A demon may have wings, but can they maintain flight forever? No, they will eventually have to go to the ground. And once they do, if you choose to learn what I teach you, you will, to be put frankly, dominate them.”

Ryuu grinned a bit, and spoke. “Alright, then. What do you have in mind?”

The god nodded. “Earth Magic has many different abilities. But for the purpose of time and interest, I will teach you how to use two main ones.” He moved over to the side, and began to demonstrate. The first is the Armor of Earth.” The god moved his hands into the air, and different pieces of earth flew around him, and soon covered his body almost like another, bulky layer of skin. Ryuu watched intently.

“This is obviously a very tricky and advanced technique to master in one day, so for you, our goal will be for you to be able to put up a Wall of Earth, instead of the full cover of the armor. It is less tricky, but it doesn’t provide full 360 degrees protection. However, it does provide protection from many attacks, helping with your endurance plan.”

Ryuu nodded. The god continued.

“The second magical ability is called Aftershock. I actually saw you use a very primal stage of it while you were having your fight with Raike. When you crashed down into the ground, and created that deep impact, many surrounding trees and objects were completely destroyed. If, say, you were using Aftershock whilst you would have done that, the length of the damage could double, perhaps even triple.” The god walked a bit forward, and tapped the ground with his fist. The resulting collision with the ground casued cracks to form and travel quite a distance away. And that was with just a tap.

“Again, this will largely depend on the amount of force you put into the ground, but it could potentially cause quite a bit of damage. Combining your own natural weight with this attack could be quite threatening, and not just to your opponent.”

Ryuu kept listening, holding his comments. These abilities would definitely come in handy.

“Those are the two abilities you should learn in this day. But, none of it can be learned without learning the first fundamental ability of Earth Magic.”

The god turned to the side, and saw a boulder a few feet in front of him. In a motion of his arm, the boulder lifted, and moved a few feet to the side.

“Moving a rock. Once you are able to do this ability, the others will follow soon after. However….” He looked back at Ryuu, “…it is a lot more difficult than you may realize. We will probably be spending quite a bit of the day merely attempting to do it. Why don’t you give it a try?”

Ryuu snorted, then walked over to the rock. He looked at it, perplexed for a minute, then back at the instructor, speaking plainly with a tone of anger.

“I’ve never done this before! How the f**k do I start?!” The instructor walked over, and gave an example.

“The most common way, or the most basic way, of moving a rock with Earth Magic is motioning with your hand. Place your hand over the rock, and try to get it to move an inch to the left.”

Ryuu was right next to the rock, and lifted his hand, aiming at the rock. He tried to ‘concentrate’ on it, clenching his other fist as he expected something to happen.

“Do not try to move it with your muscle, Ryuu. Try moving it with your mind.”

Ryuu shot him a look that said ‘I dare you to say one more thing to me right now’. He then looked back at the rock, and looked at it intently, hoping to see some sort of result.

“Focus on the task. Imagine you have your hand right next to the rock. Now push it. Mentally push it towards the left.”

Angry, Ryuu finally snapped.

“YOU WANT ME TO PUSH IT?!” He yelled, before kicking the rock high into the air, it going all the way to the other side of the building. “THERE, I F***IN PUSHED IT!”

The instructor merely observed Ryuu, not speaking for a while as the demon walked back and forth, pacing and angry. The god finally sighed.

“We’re going to be in for one long day.”




The next few hours consisted of the mundane and supposed simple task of moving the rock. Ryuu got angry on multiple occasions, bursting out screaming numerous times as he crushed rocks, tossed rocks, elbowed rocks, and smashed rocks. If the rocks had any feeling or emotion, they would be in deep pain right now. The god constantly said how the most difficult part of learning Earth Magic would be the first step, the seemingly simple task of moving a rock a mere inch or so to the left. Finally, after much struggle, and what seemed like forever, a breakthrough appeared to be made.

“…use your mind, not your body, and move the rock. Imagine the rock is an extension of your arm. Imagine it is in your arm. Now…give it a gentle nudge to the right.”

Ryuu held his arm extended, appearing to concentrate. Still nothing happened. In a sudden and by now routine burst of anger, Ryuu scream loudly again.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGHHHHHH! WHY WON’T YOU MOVE!?” He screamed at the rock, as if to achieve some sort of reply. He then proceeded to run at a tree, and with all of his might, lifted it from its roots planted in the ground, and swing it around, preparing to toss it. The top of the branch almost hit the god, who calmly ducked out of the way as Ryuu tossed the tree. Here were two beings who appeared to be complete opposites. Ryuu was a large, strength driven demon. He was arrogant, angry, and quite frankly rather terrific. The instructor was a skinny man, not nearly as tall as Ryuu, nor as big. He had a reserved and quiet demeanor. Indeed, these two men were complete opposite. The god sighed as spoke.

“Perhaps this isn’t what’s right for you, Ryuu. Maybe you should consid-”

“NO!” Ryuu yelled. “I started this, and I’m gonna finish it.” Ryuu walked back to the rock, completely enraged now.

“But Ryuu, it is clear that Magic, of any kind is not good for-“

“I will decide what’s good for me, NOT YOU!!!” Ryuu screamed at the god, and as he did, the rock moved to the left. The instructor and Ryuu both turned, perplexed looks on their faces. The god finally spoke.

“Astounding…” he muttered. Ryuu turned to him.

“What?! What happened?!” He yelled, confused. The god now turned to Ryuu.

“…It appears I may have been training you the wrong way. I think you just moved the rock with sheer will and anger, rather than the traditional use of the mind and magic. With you, you combine what little knowledge of magic you know with your…emotions, particularly anger, and it somehow made the rock move.”

“So what are you saying?!” Ryuu asked.

“I’m saying…get angry, and let’s move some rocks.”



Another hour had passed, with Ryuu finally getting the hang of Earth Magic.

“Again.” The instructor said. Ryuu yelled out loud as he forced the rock to move to the left a few feet.

“Move on to the bigger one next to it.” Ryuu did so, seeming to scream at the rock as his veins appeared around his body. It was focus in a different regard, and the god now saw a different side of Ryuu. He wasn’t as mindless as he first thought. He was angry, yes, but he didn’t just pour out anger now. He used it. Combining now the newly forming Earth Magic with his superior strength, and you’ll have a tough time fighting against him. Ryuu had now become a natural with moving a single rock around. The god nodded, and spoke once more.

“You’ve mastered the first lesson. Now we’ll teach you how to control multiple rocks at the same time. For this, a normal Earth Magic wielder would spread around his concentration to multiple points in the ground before pulling out the rocks. With you, it will be similar. You must concentrate on multiple points in the ground, and with your will and anger, force the rocks out.” The instructor gave a quick demonstration as he moved his hands to the side, and multiple rocks popped out, encircling him. They were all the same smooth surface, and all were the exact same size and they encircled him, then popped back down in the ground. “Let’s give it a try.”

Ryuu nodded, and lowered his head to the ground. For a while, nothing happened as he merely appeared to be looking at the ground. Then suddenly, his arms stiffened and his veins were shown as he appeared to get stressed. His facial expression appeared to be of him lifting a truck. Actually, this wasn’t that different from that. Ryuu slowly rose his arms in the air, letting out grunts as he did. Slowly, rocks began popping from the ground, and with one final push, Ryuu yelled, and numerous ones appeared around him, encircling him. Unlike the god’s his were all jagged, and every single one was a different size. Still, he had got it done. The rocks fell around Ryuu with a massive thud. Ryuu smiled, please with his progress.

“Excellent work, Ryuu. We can begin learning the aforementioned abilities.”



The rest of the training progressed like earlier, the god instructing as Ryuu screamed and yelled for his Earth Magic to perform the required ability. At first, the god found the screams uncomfortable. But eventually, they came so frequently, that the god had gotten used to them.

The day was slowly coming to an end, as the two now faced off at each other. Ryuu stared down the god with a smile, his clothes covered with dirt, and a bit torn. The instructor was clean and untarnished.

“Prepare!” The god suddenly yelled at Ryuu, and began gathering rocks from the ground and sending them flinging at Ryuu. Ryuu held his ground, and parted his feet, raising his arms strenuously as he raised a Wall of Earth right in front of him, the incoming rocks crashing into it. After a few more hits, the Wall of Earth collapsed, but Ryuu was already on the move, dodging the incoming rocks as they attempted to hit him. The instructor marveled at Ryuu’s combination of speed and strength, but focused back at tried to knock down Ryuu. He summoned additional Earth from the ground in an attempt to captured Ryuu from all sides, but Ryuu pounded at the ground, using his Aftershock ability to stop the incoming Earth waves in their tracks, ripping them apart. Ryuu was getting awfully close to the god now as the instructor went all out now with Earth Magic, flinging spike-shaped earth at him from the ground, and forming other rocks into balls to fling at him. Ryuu was fast, but he couldn’t dodge or protect himself against all of them. He summoned another Wall of Earth, only to see it collapse from the multiple impacts. The other Earth Magic attacks began to surround Ryuu as he soon had no place to go. Close enough to the instructor, however, Ryuu smiled as he jumped up in the air, narrowly avoiding most of the attacks, and then came crashing down right in the region where the god was standing, using Aftershock to amplify the attack on him. The god also prepared as he used other Earth Magic abilities to hit Ryuu at the same time.

The was a large crash as the ground around shook and cracked with their impact. After the smoke and dirt cleared, Ryuu sat on one knee on the ground, breathing heavily as the god stood not too far away, he too breathing rather heavily.

“Excellent work, Ryuu.” He said, as he gathered his composure. “You have learned what you set out to learn. I must say you have excelled even my expectations. I’m rather impressed.

The demon merely grinned as he panted heavily. The sun outside was gone now.

“Well, it appears you have accomplished your day’s training, and actually gone well into night. I wish you luck in the competition, demon Ryuu.”

Ryuu looked over the god as if to analyze him for the first time since they had begun training. After a while, Ryuu gave him a grunt, a sign of his approval, and departed. It was small and meaningless maybe to some, but it was Ryuu’s way of saying ‘thank you’. This was a rare sight indeed, and something perhaps not to be taken for granted.

Ryuu left the training area finally, and for the first time, his body registered with how tired and hungry he really was. He nearly collapsed on a number occasions as he slowly treaded up the steps to the dining room, where he hoped a hot meal would be ready.

A day of battling and training ended today with Ryuu learning a lot of new abilities, and even learning something additional about himself: Sometimes, sheer will can prevail.

Eeveemaster9 December 21st, 2011 10:09 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Bernkastel Vermillia - Demon District

“….”

Well. This was unexpected; seeing two angels in my room. I first eyed Amelia, who had pulled her hand back and away from my desk. And then the other was Shizuka, seated peacefully in a nearby chair. I didn’t have to hunt them down, so that made my life just a tad bit easier to cope with. Calmly, as if unaware of their presence, I led myself inside and shut the door. Why did they bother coming here…? Surely, it was of importance. Because of the way Shizuka looked me over; I came to the conclusion that it was his idea to meet with me. Amelia just happened to be dragged along as an ally. Why else would she be here with him? Somewhere deep down, I was glad that Amelia managed to get one person to help her out; a good one, at that. Despite the dark wings, and overall dark appearance and intimidating eyes, he was unlike the most obvious villain, Ryuu. He caught my attention on, of course, the helicopter. Why did everything keep leading to that? Well… Amelia seemed to trust him. Perhaps like him…

I snapped back into the present, and looked up from the implanted grass. The thing or, in this case, person that I caught eyes with, was an angel. That was the first observation I made. Next, I realized that I didn’t recognize him as being one of the participants on the helicopter. I had taken a great deal of time in remembering each face, so there was no way I could have forgotten someone like him. I assumed he was trouble, and slid into the covers of branches. His eyes were nearly the same green as my own. Perhaps lighter. And though they were soft, the rest was of a sharp appearance. A toss of hair slicked into a Mohawk, with a pair of dull-colored wings crossed over his back. I noticed how the very tips of the longest feathers, crossed over and the arched bones were much more defined than Amelia’s. Perhaps even Shizuka’s.

When he looked my way, I didn’t hide. Instead, I gazed calmly over at him. I showed no sign of worry, because I didn’t. I didn’t worry about this new person. What could I learn, just by staring and observing his behavior? Plenty, I would say. His story could open up like a book inside my hands. All I needed to do was watch how he reacted to particular persons. And there was an array of persons here for him to interact with. It was training, as well. I can learn about what he’s trying to improve, and from there, minus those from all the stations available, to get his strengths.

My wandering eyes trailed over in the direction of a familiar voice; a loud, booming voice. Obviously, it belonged to Ryuu. Immediately, I slipped myself out from the crevice of my tree, to peer through the branches. There, the hulking participant stood over by a station with a single, male trainer. Noticing that this trainer taught Earth magic last year, I assume that he still is, and this is his new station. I flinch at this realization. This wasn’t what I had been expecting. With my observation, I labeled Ryuu as someone who had no knowledge of magic, and wasn’t going to deal with the exhausting process of learning. What was expected was him to flaunt his physical strength, and train in some sort of long-range weapon to his tastes. He wasn’t completely stupid. He knew that he would be at a disadvantage against a flying, magic-wielding opponent in the arena. Well…Perhaps I needed to give him more credit. Learning magic was a difficult task; especially for demons whom are usually made for physical strength. What he was attempting, was gaining the ability to control nature itself. This was definitely worrying; especially if this particular trainer taught him how to manipulate plants. Heaven forbid that, please. All I needed was competition as large as he, chasing my allies through a forest-styled arena. Wings and flying would be meaningless. From the ground, he could throw boulders and summon earthquakes with his fists. From the air, he could potentially have vines wrap around ones ankle, and drag them down.

‘But then again…’ My mind kicks out the pessimistic thoughts, to think logically about the situation at hand. It would take him more than a day to learn about plant manipulation. Not to mention, he wouldn’t have the patience to sit and talk about a plants feelings and spirit and the-world-is-connected stuff. It was a miracle already that he hadn’t popped a blood vein in his head from the amount of anger he’s always in. Alright, so I didn’t have to worry as much as I had thought. Just watch for earthquakes and figure out some way to get the vampires to safety…
My posture calmed, and my attention turned next to the rest of the stations. Many had familiar faces from last year. I decided to be just a tad concerned when I didn’t recognize the trainer at the Void Magic station. Meaning, they must’ve ‘replaced’ the woman from before. Even though she was a Goddess, I was still irritated—

I stumbled back, and held my head as a sword cut through and snapped every muscle in my body to creak in pain. An imaginary sword, of course, but it hurt like the same thing. A stabbing pain that jolted me out of all thought, to concentrate on calming this new issue. I didn’t need this now. Not now, when I could be observing Kerin and Xavier and—

My hands slid away as the pain turned into a low throb. Something I could deal with, at least. No emotion. My face went blank, with only a prickling trace of pain in my eyes. No emotion. Excusing myself from the forest, I wandered out like nothing happened, and slid over to the Rope-Tying station. Well…. That was something I could work on to distract me. There would be no real point in training with magic. I’m a demon named Bernkastel. No magic stations for me.
As I moved over to the station, I heard a fit of laughter from the weapon’s station. Raising my eyebrows, I turned to see that the instructor, a man with deeply tanned skin, was smirking and letting out a few chuckles at the sight of me. I frowned, until I realized who he was.

“Silence, Gatious… I’m trying again,” I mumbled. He didn’t respond with words. He only snorted, and flashed me a thumbs up. Sighing, I went to the station filled with ropes, and gingerly picked up the smallest piece I could find off the stand. As I began fiddling with it, the trainer came over, and looked down with amused blue eyes. “Do you need help, witch?” He asked teasingly. I shot him a blank stare, and pulled my fingers free of the knots. “…….” I looked back at the chart, and promptly ignored him. He didn’t leave, though. I knew he wouldn’t leave. The Gods were just getting started.

“Oh come on, Bern. Don’t be so cold!”

I paused, midway through what was supposed to be a noose, and looked up. Finally, I gave in and held out my hands. “Untie this,” I ordered quietly. He laughed out, and examined the intricate and otherwise random knots and pieces that made up the rope around my hands. I had tied them together. You see, I never excelled in rope tying. Actually, I couldn’t work with rope at all. That’s why I didn’t hang myself back in the previous games. I didn’t know how to make a noose around my neck, without it winding up around my thigh.

Gatious wandered over and calmly gazed down at the mess the instructor was attempting to undo. “Mmm… I rate it a seven on the SRTS” Like I knew what it was. When my eyes flickered up at him, he took it upon himself to translate his gibberish.

“Sucky Rope-Tying Scale,” He grinned wider. “You managed ten, two years ago. Hey, you’re losing your skills, sweetheart! Get a nine.” Oh shut up.

“Hm? I dunno, man. This is a pretty amazing piece of art.” The instructor raised my still-trapped hands for Gatious’ amusement. It looked horrible. Like a tornado got a hold on a piece of long rope, and went to town. It didn’t look like it was created by a demon. “Maybe we can hang it up in the museum if Bern loses this year?”

Just as he went to try his skills at untying it, I flexed my fingers, and the rope immediately burst into a ball of flames. The trainer, taken by surprise, jumped back and stumbled right into the rack of ropes. Gatious snorted loudly, and once the flames had disappeared, wiped the ashes and debris off of my hands. My face was emotion-missing, but it certainly got the point across. Gatious grunted, and helped the stunned instructor find his legs and stand. “Oh come on, Creniz. Bern’s not gonna lose. She always wins.”

This comment had me with mixed reactions. I was impressed and glad that Gatious wasn’t sick of my winnings yet. Though, it did put a bit of unwanted pressure on me to win; because I wasn’t planning on winning the games. If I won, the situation would be worse for those in the districts. I needed to lose. Not to Ryuu and not to this new participant. I needed to lose to myself.

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In the end, Creniz helped me perform the noose I had been trying to achieve since the second games, and Gatious was kind enough to switch his “SRTS” to “ARTS” or “Amazing Rope Tying Scale”. I didn’t care all that much. I could make a noose, and nothing else. And I bet you, I’ll screw it up when in the arena. Make some sort of ‘intricate’ nest of rope, probably. Rope and tying have never been my strong points. Then what was, then? Perhaps these Gods were right. Maybe Gatious was right for once. Perhaps I was such a threat because of my ability to truly stay calm and faceless during a situation, among other things that they knew about me, like the demon servants. Speaking of which, I hadn’t heard from any of them since the whole Ryuu incident. ‘That and Mammon’s behavior…’ As I watched Creniz with his rope trap lesson, I rolled my memory back to how Mammon kept close to the human Ryuu had been ‘training’ with. There was no real way Raike could’ve left a fight with a demon unharmed; especially Ryuu. Mammon had helped him. To what extent, though? Did she go as far as make a contract with the boy? That would surely be interesting. Mammon was extremely picky when it came to her contractors. He had to be some sort of specialty if she found interest in him. ‘Lucifier probably won’t take that too well…’ I mused.

I checked the time. Hm… I had spent nearly that long on this station alone?

“Pardon…” I mumbled; standing up and giving a gracious nod towards Creniz. He blinked, frowned, and then smiled. Such an odd one… Slowly, I made my way around the arena to observe what the others were doing. I had easily blanked out all outer noise, so it came as a slight surprise to hear that besides the clacks of metal and Ryuu’s roars of anger, it was otherwise peaceful. Ryuu seemed to be getting a hang on the whole magic controlling, with what the tutor was teaching him now. A sort of wall made of rocks. My interest in what the others were learning dwindled down the farther I went through the building. Some were practicing magic, while others, deadly-looking weapons. Stations such as herbal and medicine were left untouched.

The first person I noticed after Ryuu was the angel named Pewita. Her hands were slipping along a table filled with long-range weapons at a station. A gleam in her eyes, and she picked up a stack of small throwing knives. Not even glancing my way, Pewita faced the thick board target across the station, and threw. I watched with interest as each knife came down on either a red or blue dot on it. Red, meaning the person would die from such a wound, and blue for places that would render a limp useless. A long-range specialist showing off her talent certainly was entertaining. Too bad she was a dangerous girl… She would’ve been an excellent piece.

Moving on, I allowed myself to step into the Traps Station to watch Fang fiddle with some wire, pieces of metal, and vine. It definitely looked complicated; by the way he handled it with such care. Nobody would be able to copy this design just by observing and researching it. They would need to be taught by a professional. And this was a professional. His fingers knew exactly how the mechanism would react with the smallest amount of weight on a particular spot. The way he touched and fixed it was natural, and he didn’t hesitate. Even the instructor was giving praise, and looked to be impressed.

“How does it work?” I asked. I’d never seen such a complex trap before. The way the vines overlapped the wires and the plates make a design on the floor. Fang looked up, and grinned.

“Hey Bern! Here, I’ll demonstrate!” Jumping up to his feet, the vampire took a few steps back and retrieved a plastic dummy from a table. It was about the size of myself, I noticed absently. Dragging it over, Fang half tossed, half laid the dummy out across the trap, and stepped back quickly for the reaction. The trap activated, and the dummy jolted slightly from something underneath. Wires and vines shot out, and within three seconds, had the victim cocooned. It was a very impressive result, with such little to work with. Fang trotted over to the mess of wire, and carefully tapped the tip of his shoe against a metal plate over by the dummy’s head. The wires retracted, and he lifted it up to show the final result.

I inhaled, and looked it over with my eyes. “You’re scaring me, Fang.” I joked silently; tracing my fingers along the grooves. The plastic had been cut into harshly to make crossing designs all over what would normally be flesh. These kinds of wounds wouldn’t kill right away, but they could potentially make the victim bleed to death. It would be extremely painful. Flipping it over, there were large holes in the back, where the metal plates had dug in. Wonderful, I have an alliance with a sadist.

“Natruo isn’t the only one who can make deadly traps,” Fang smiled, tossed the dummy away and rolled up his sleeves. “Think I should hook up a noose, Bern? Like, wire around the neck, and when they go to sit up, it’ll activate the final blow? Because I don’t want to be TOO mean. You know?” I think this was ‘mean’ enough. I stared at him with emotionless eyes. “Go ahead,” I answer back. He fist-pumps the air, and goes right to work on his new accessory to the torture device. If the victim did manage to free themselves from the first portion of the trap, they would only throw themselves into another. I didn’t want to be caught In ANY of Fang’s traps.

Conscious that Fang could have some random trap set anywhere now, I slipped away to continue my observation of the participants. Finally, someone was poking around the herbal station, and the woman there was happily pointing out poisons and antidotes and whatnot. Who else would be interested in herbs, than Amelia? Silently, I moved up from behind her, to see what she was learning. Her immediate reaction was to squeak and jump away from where my wings had brushed against. I didn’t remember her being this jumpy…

She didn’t say anything to me. Amelia swallowed hard, and turned back to the table and ingredients she had been working at. Even though her act was impressive, I knew she couldn’t concentrate with me within a meter of her. Her wings were shivering lightly, due to her muscles being bunched up so tightly. I watched as she attempted to create a mixture for natural poison; a tasteless substance that even I couldn’t detect. As Amelia’s hand reached out for the vial of pointed red leaves, I nonchalantly took her wrist with my thumb and index finger, until her hand was over the proper ingredient. She mumbled a hesitant thank you, and fumbled to finish the poison. When she finally finished it within a small wooden bowl, and breathed out and smiled at her accomplishment. Before the instructor could see it, I took the bowl and looked at the clear-green liquid that slid across the bottom.

“…” And as calm as someone taking a simple drink of water, I tilted the bowl over my lips and swallowed it down.

The reaction was immediate. Amelia yelped and took the bowl away from me to stare in horror. When I licked my lips to get the rest, she looked as though she was going to faint. “Th-that was poison, Bern! You need to get to the hospital!” When her hand reached out to pull me away to get an antidote, I waved her off and tilted on my heels to walk away.

“… It should have been a clear white.” I said simply in return. I didn’t even bother to stay and see more of her reaction. I needed to get the taste out of my mouth. Didn’t I say it was a tasteless poison that I couldn’t detect? I think I did. And that mixture was perhaps the bitterest thing ever to cross my lips. If you wanted to kill someone with tastes, that was the mixture you needed to have them drink.

~~~

After backtracking and taking a swing of water to revive my taste-buds, I decided to check out the other side of the training arena. This end sported most of the weapon-related stations, so it was to no surprise to find Nokoto practicing defensive combat skills under the cover of the forest. Not caring too much about her, I moved on to find Shiro quietly holding a long, thin, and slightly curved blade within her grip. The quietness of her breath as she regained it was to be admired. Sweat beaded her collarbones and face. Leaning against a nearby tree, I watched the vampire calmly. She was, obviously, still drugged up. Though, not as much as when she was on the helicopter. She appeared to be somewhat sane, and that basically was it. What was she doing, though? The trees, from my perspective, seemed to be unharmed by the blade. Not a scratch was showed on their strong trunks. So why was she so out of breath? Was she simply slashing the air? I frowned at this. What was needed by training with the sword was the ability to keep hold when hitting a solid object; the ability to directly hit a specific area on a target…

I was just beginning to turn and leave Shiro to her useless training, when she moved. Her legs allowed her to move forward at a startling speed to most who hadn’t seen a vampire move before. It wasn’t blinding or making her form blur, but it was certainly faster than a human, demon, angel… You name it, a vampire was faster than. Her shoes, built for grip, looked as though they were gripping nothing but air. At this speed, wherever she ‘stepped’, left the ground undisturbed. Her sword was tucked down on her hip as her form leaned down for added speed. Her feet came together just a meter or two from the nearest tree, and she jumped upwards. Her body skyrocketed up about a quarter of the height, before she moved forward and snapped her feet against a tree. She continued to go upwards with this tactic; the trees giving her the bounce she needed to scale right to the top.
I watched, now interested, as she lost room to jump any higher. I could just barely see her above the trees. Vampires, of course, can’t fly. So now what? Shiro’s hands moved around accordingly so her sword was posed above her head for a strike. And, with all the momentum she could possibly get from such a height, she fell. Shiro’s sword slammed down through the air with unbelievable power. When I heard the snapping of branches, I finally realized what she had been doing. The ground, I noticed, was littered with the debris of trees. She had been slicing the branches off of the trees right down to the trunk. Interesting….

When she finally came crashing down along with the bits of tree, I decided to part ways before she noticed my presence. My brain was already memorizing everyone’s skills, and saving them for later use. Shiro was, technically, considered an enemy until the other four vampires gave word of her cooperation. Thus, it was simply best to learn about her strengths, and make a plan to guard against them.

~~~

It was getting late, I noticed after a few more minutes of wandering. Most of the participants had left to eat supper, and even the instructors were beginning the long process of packing up. I hadn’t done much training myself, as I only learned how to avoid trapping my fingers within a few feet of rope. I had noticed a few people watching me as I walked, so perhaps it was for the better that I didn’t really do anything all that eye-catching.

Instead of going back to the Demon’s Tower like you would suppose, I turned on my heels and went in the direction of the Human’s elevator. My conversation with Xavier would have to wait. My priority at the moment was going to see Raike. I hadn’t seen much of him all day. Either he had been avoiding me while training down here, or he never came back down after the Ryuu incident. Mammon hadn’t reappeared… Well, I was curious as to what he had been doing. Not to mention, if he could be a potential ally.

Clearing my mind of everything until all was blank; I stepped inside the elevator and made my way up inside the building. I didn’t know what to expect with this meeting, but I did know what I couldn’t mess up as badly as I had with Ryuu. The first place to check would be his room, perhaps. I didn’t want to appear with all the other humans as witnesses. Jin was basically insane, and Nokoto… Well…. I didn’t expect much from her. And she just might have an alliance with someone else, and tattle. All I needed, was for Raike to be alone.

SkyisUmbreon December 25th, 2011 7:24 PM

- The breathing that came from my mouth, matched the slow rise and fall rhythm of my chest. I hadn't bothered to close my door again once I had gotten inside, or even take my shoes off, I had just passed out on the bed. My eyes weren't tightly closed, but rather relaxed as if I was sleeping in one of my numerous snugs in the Human District. There I basically had my own little network of places where I could stay, since I didn't have a real set home with actual parents. I slept as I had always trained myself to, always relaxed, and always vigilant so that I would be able to detect any kind of presence that might be lurking in my room, or in the building itself. The contract I had made with Mammon had boosted both my physical AND mental capabilities, which were both already fairly sharpened so now the chances of sneaking up on me were pretty low.

My dreams that I saw behind my closed eyelids, in my mind were dark; memories of my old life, memories of the people who had fallen to me... the memory of Fausto. Yeah, I said it, remember that guy who I had been watching on the helicopter, the one who had tried to romance Nokoto, the one who's skull I bashed in? He had been manipulated by Natruo on the heli, and had caused a few mental injuries to one of the angels... He was sleeping when I killed him, he had no chance of defending himself, no chance to even yell. In my dream I was standing at the door of his room, watching myself drive my fingers into the center of his brain, seeing the small little jump he made as his life was instantaneously stolen from him. Then the me from the dream turned to look at me, and smiled; a cold, chilling, bloodcurdling smile that made me want to puke. The bed behind him burst into flames, but he didn't notice, he just slightly lifted both of his hands from his sides, as if to say "What did I do wrong? Isn't this what we wanted?" Only it was in a sinister voice.

The only hint that I showed any emotion outside of the dream on my bed, was me grabbing the bedding with a gloved hand, and the quick flash of a frown. Invisible to the naked eye, my aura flared considerably, only causing a slight outline of charring on the blanket. Back in the dream, the memory version of myself disappeared, and a ghostly transparent Fausto rose from its dead body, and stepped out of the bed, walking towards me until we were a foot apart. I tried to say something, but I couldn't talk and in a chilling fusion of mine and his voice, I heard the repetition of my own slogan "Anything to survive, right?"

At this I woke, not sweating, not yelling, but my eyes snapped open, and I got out of bed, walking into the bathroom to go wash my face. As I lifted my head to look at the mirror, I quickly glanced down again, because for a moment, I had seen a ominous sight. Fausto was right there, staring back at me.

Eeveemaster9 December 30th, 2011 1:51 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Bernkastel Vermillia - Demon District

Upon the elevator doors opening, I took a few steps into the hallway, I couldn’t help but notice that a door which should normally be locked, was wide open. Raike’s designated room. I inhaled at this, and rolled my shoulders; preparing for the worst. One must always prepare for the worst, so they are ready for anything. Pushing aside and simply thinking that he was in a rush to get in and didn’t bother to shut the door, would ultimately have you surprised to encounter him possibly dead from an attack. ‘For now, I will assume he was sleeping, and somebody broke in without permission.’ Feeling a few of my joints crack into place, I moved fluidly through the short hall, and to the door. This close, I noticed that it wasn’t completely dark in there. Light spilled out enough from the hallways that I could see that there was no immediate danger inside. There was Raike, though. He was still dressed in his clothing from earlier that day and he stood just inside the bathroom; splashing water into his face. I observed the way his clothing and hair were ruffled, and came to the conclusion that he had previously been in bed, sleeping. Silently, I observed him. Dark brown hair slipped across his forehead, and slightly into the ink spheres below. When those two spheres gazed upward to look in the mirror, I slid back slightly at his reaction. Had I been spotted? I watched the way he inhaled and his hands tightened just slightly. It wasn’t me. He hadn’t seen me just yet…

I lightly rasped my knuckle against his door, even though I had already entered the room. My emerald eyes glowed in the darkness. “Pardon my entry, Raike… But leaving your door open while contestants are training to kill… Isn’t exactly bright.” Instead of moving towards him, I slipped away to turn on a small lamp on his desk. Only then, did I close his bedroom door. I preferred darkness over having the entire room blindingly bright.

“I hope you won’t mind me having a word with you at this hour…

SkyisUmbreon December 30th, 2011 2:34 PM

-"What's wrong with me" Is the question I would have asked myself as the knock on my door came to my attention. Normally I would have heard her before she stepped out of that elevator, before the doors opened. It was that dream, that haunting image of the one I had sent to the next world that must have clouded my senses. " Whatever, forget the dream. Possible enemy in my room. Focus" I told myself mentally, and forced myself to relax, shaking my head slightly to clear my mind of the dream. My mind screamed "Outsider!" And my body responded, my normal blank/slightly irritated look came back to my face, my arms automatically crossed and a soft sigh escaped my lips. This was the look I took on in public normally, I had perfected it. It showed nothing else but a fake irritation.-

"Well, that was 13 words, so you're already over your limit."

-There was a small table with two chairs, one I requested since I wouldn't be eating breakfast or dinner with everyone else by force of habit, but on the off chance I wold have company and despite my protests, the other chair was brought in as well. I motioned to the table with a slight wave of my hand, then walked over myself and sat down, looking up at her with the same expression.-

"What do you want Bernkastel?" -My voice would have sounded rude to some, but that came with the normal look. Show no favoritism, and not too much respect to anyone.-

Eeveemaster9 December 30th, 2011 3:38 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Bernkastel Vermillia - Demon District

"Well, that was thirteen words, so you're already over your limit."

Ha... This was going to be interesting. Not Ryuu-interesting, but interesting enough. His comeback was perfect. I would have smiled, but then I would just be killing myself with pain. It was so annoying at first, but I got used to it freakishly quickly. No emotion. My eyes glazed over to the chair he had motioned towards, and I automatically slid into the seat opposite from him. Flattening out my skirt, I raised my eyesight back to him.

"You have sparked my attention, Raike. And I would like to work something out for when we are present in the arena... You made a contract with Mammon, correct?" I couldn't screw up like I did with Ryuu. Not with this one. Though he was a human, he was strong. If memory served well... A wizard of fire magic. And with Mammon at his side, he was one of the strongest opponents out there. Mammon was a master at fire. She worked well with him, and he would easily be able to learn techniques. Raike would be a very good asset to have as an ally. And if he did make an agreement with me, it would have its advantages.

In the light of the small lamp across the room, I watched as Mammon's tattoo reappeared on his neck. There... All the evidence I needed that she made a contract with him. I relaxed, and felt my own snake tattoo coil around my neck. Its head laid on my collarbone. As I felt the sensation, I thought about what Raike could have possibly done to pay Mammon back for her powers. 'Fausto,' I remembered him instantly. The limp body I had found when I slipped through his window the previous night. While I was chatting with the vampires, someone had killed him by crumbling his skull. Raike must have killed him before I could, to complete his contract.

"Your payment... Killing Fausto? Saved me the trouble, I suppose..."

SkyisUmbreon December 30th, 2011 4:38 PM

-My frown wavered for a millisecond as she mentioned his name, but was soon back in its place, arms still crossed, body relaxed, my mind wasn't. For a few seconds it flashed back to the dream, The ghostly Fausto with his arms slightly raised, speaking in his and a more sinister version of my voice."Anything for Power, Anything to Survive" The words rang in my head like the single deep pang of a funeral bell, but once again I destroyed the image, yet the voice remained, still troubling me. "Whatever, back to the conversation, back to Bernkastel. Focus on Bernkastel!" My mind ordered, so I did, ignoring the parts about Fausto. I also ignored the part about the contract with Mammon and clearing my throat I began to talk.-

"What are you're terms for this alliance, and who else besides those vampires is in it? And don't say that they aren't, because I know they are; I've seen those trinkets you gave them, and they aren't items you just find anywhere. Veeery high quality stuff, and I'm guessing you made them yourself? I'm going to be frank" I said as I leaned a bit closer to her. "if I'm going to be a part of this, I don't want any secrets kept from me. I want to know EXACTLY what those accessories do and what your goal and motives are. I wan't to know everything you know, I won't be kept in the dark."

-I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, still glaring at her with the same questioning look in my eyes. I think I had made myself clear.-

Eeveemaster9 January 1st, 2012 10:18 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Bernkastel Vermillia - Demon District

"What are your terms for this alliance, and who else besides those vampires is in it? And don't say that they aren't, because I know they are; I've seen those trinkets you gave them, and they aren't items you just find anywhere. Veeery high quality stuff, and I'm guessing you made them yourself? I'm going to be frank... If I'm going to be a part of this, I don't want any secrets kept from me. I want to know exactly what those accessories do and what your goal and motives are. I want to know everything you know, I won't be kept in the dark."

'Isn't he direct...' I closed my eyes and inhaled through my nose. Well... It was fair enough. I wanted him to help me. It would be obvious to share my side of information with him. Then again, that was a lot of info. Everything I know? That was more than one could remember, even if they studied them for a year. My eyes opened up, and gazed up at him. Just like in the helicopter, they were crimson red and glowed. A few blinks, and they were back to emerald. As though they have never changed once. I straightened up.

"I know you know... And I'm surprised you didn't mention Xavier as also being an ally of mine... You were there, after all." I paused, and pressed my lips together to swallow. "You came looking for me, Raike. I know. You decided to stick around on the stairs... Before watching me with the vampires on the roof." My right hand trailed up to my head, and removed my witch-styled hat. I promptly laid it across my lap, while running my other hand through my wisps of raven-black hair. "I will name all my alliances out for you. Kerin, Marisa, and Fang from the Vampires. Xavier from the Demons. A former alliance with Ryuu. A temporary alliance with Shizuka. A truce with Amelia from the Angels. None as of yet from the Humans." I exhaled out, and tapped my fingers several times against the table. "The 'trinkets' you mention and seem so interested about... Are you meaning these?" From around my neck, I unclipped a thin gold chain. My fingers slipped out a cluster of stones which had previously been concealed between my breasts. I set it on the table and pushed it over for him to have a look. A beautiful coil of blue, purple, and white stones which contrasted light to reflect also a red-ish color at a certain angle.

"Yes, I made them. Their made with alchemy. With the stones strategically tied together with wire, it gives the wearer specific possitive effects... Mostly for emotional and mental release and healing. Would you like one made for your... Nightmares? It will be a common occurance, otherwise..."

"Goals and motives... That's a tricky one... I'll get back to that. As for the conditions... I'll provide you with whatever you may need to survive in the arena, along with my full help... In exchange I would like your cooperation in helping me with my long-term goals. I don't plan on winning the 'Population Games'."

SkyisUmbreon January 2nd, 2012 5:06 PM

-I sat back staring at the necklace and considering the proposal thoughtfully. There was close to no doubt in my mind that I would be needing someone else's help in the arena, no one could get through it all alone, besides the one sitting before me. As for her comments concerning me knowing about her and Xavier's meeting, I shrugged calmly, closing my eyes slightly as I did showing showing a carefree attitude and not giving any hint of him agreeing with what she said or not.When she addressed my "nightmares" a ghastly small smile formed on my lips, which seemed to make my face more intimidating and imposing. My voice was more of a whisper, as if I was talking more to myself rather than to her.-

"The offer is a vain one.... these dreams are not something that can be felled with any kind of accessory created by even the most skilled alchemist. Believe me when I say that I know people who have tried to make things to cure a disease such as this, and it is not possible, they all failed." Then in an even softer voice "It is my own burden to bear..."

-A small frown flickered on my face again as that image flashed before my eyes again, but I regained my demeanor crossing my arms, and lifting one to point back at her. I spoke in my normal tone once more.-

"Your eyes, they changed... again. I saw it on the helicopter, and here I see it once more. While your concern for me is touching, I feel I must express my own for you. So whats up with them?"

Eeveemaster9 January 5th, 2012 10:53 AM

Chapter 3.5 - Bernkastel Vermillia - Demon District

I watched with calm eyes as Raike took in my offer, andthought deeply upon it. And once again, he didn’t say anything when it came toall the things he’s been doing, and my knowing so. A behavior which could bedescribed easily as not caring, or finding the information to be of littlevalue. My hand reached back out to take the necklace, and place it back aroundmy throat. I exhaled as the effects of the stones washed into my system.

“Before you judge my ability to heal the mind, I suggestobserving what I already can do. You are not the only person haunted by murder…Though technically, I haven’t killed anyone. They just happen to stumble uponmy servants or accidently get their foot caught in a wire… Have you seen theprevious games? You will know what I mean, then…”

“Do you watch me all the time…?” I asked curiously, blinkingas he seemed to know everything about what I’ve done so far since thehelicopter ride. Creepy? Not quite. Itwas understandable that he was being so observing of me. After all, I was consideredone of the most powerful contenders; having won twice and all.

“It runs in the family, so to speak. I have the green eyesof a demon… White flecks due to my mother being an angel. And the ruby exchangefrom having been bitten by a vampire during my first participation. Thankfully,I have yet to develop a taste for blood. It may not happen at all, actually. Inany case, the discoloration is an annoyance, since it happens at random….”

"I will make you a necklace, even if you believe that it won’thave an effect… I should, hopefully, have it finished before we’re thrown intothe arena…”

SkyisUmbreon January 5th, 2012 5:45 PM

"Intresting...I'm guessing that was from... Oh never mind, it doesn't matter right now."

-I chuckled a bit under my breath, getting up from my chair, walking over to my bed and laying down on it, crossing my arms behind my head. "Mammon, I'm gonna trust you... and for now your other contractee... only to a certain extent."Both Fausto and the voice faded into the mesh of my mind as I softly exhaled. With this release of air, came a small trace of smoke, almost like a dragons... of course it was common knowlage that they had been wiped out, but the majority of fire wizards didn't believe it and I still wasn't sure..-

"I guess I will join you, and call you my comrade for now. Don't try to hold me back... I'll do my best to keep you alive as well." I grinned secretly and began to speak in a more joking tone. "And don't flatter yourself too much Bern, you look good but you didn't attract my attention so that I'm watching you all the time..." In a softer tone "Only when I need to..."

Eeveemaster9 February 15th, 2012 5:06 PM

Chapter 3.5 - Bernkastel Vermillia - Demon District

"The topic on who bit me will never matter. It happened, it couldn’t be prevented, and it cannot be reversed. Perhaps that would be a good thing? My magical properties have strengthened after all. I’ve always been a sickly girl…”

Eyes keeping up with Raike’s movements, I watched him abandon his chair in favor of the comfortable bed. Seeing the puff of smoke wisp out from between his lips, I couldn’t help but wonder just how powerful of a fire wizard he could be, and how useful he may prove to be. Still, I kept my seating; turning so my back was facing him. “Comrade… Very well.” It had a nice ring to it. “I will stay outside your way unless it will affect you or my other allies in a negative way. Needless to say, if you decide upon doing something which is strikingly dangerous, I would suggest letting me know.”

As for how he would do his best to keep me alive…”More difficult than it may seem… But shall may I. Do try not to involve yourself in Ryuu. I refuse to deal with the demon until the games begin.”

Carefully, I rose to my feet; mindfully slipping away from the chairs to stand over at Raike’s bedside. I could see the demonic symbol glowing lightly on his neck. “Let’s try a little reverse psychology, shall we? The Game Master can be rather dim when it comes to who the enemies and friends are. It’ll be fun and beneficial.” I leaned down and balanced myself on the bed with my palms. “Pretend to loathe me. Try not to overdo the acting. I am awful at pretending magic. Attacking would mean me going on the defensive, and neither of us should be injured when going into the arena.” I inhaled deeply. “Throw me a rough time. Cuss, if it’s a part of your personality. The goal is to catch Natruo’s attention. A great reaction would be for him to believe you’re a strong enemy against me. If he offers you anything, take it. I want to know what he has planned, because he probably has the same thing happening with the other males. This is the only place where we will talk as comrades, before the arena.”

I straightened up, and pulled an envelope from underneath the belt at my waist. I balanced it on Raike’s chest. “Homework, if you will. Study and memorize the contents and if you can, smuggle it into the arena.” I took my leave; slipping away to his door. “Good night, Raike. Sleep well.”

~~~

Once Bernkastel had left, the tattoo disappeared, and Mammon manifested herself beside Raike; taking the envelope before he could even handle it. Licking her lips in curiosity, she ripped open the top neatly, and pulled out two sheets of folded paper. “The heck..?”

The first sheet was a carefully drawn diagram of an area; complete with measurements per kilo mile, check points, and places of interest. The second piece of paper was a letter written by Bernkastel.

Sighing, Mammon gave the sheets to Raike. “How boring…”
~~~~~~~~~~~

OOC: Both pieces of paper will be referenced in the Chapter 4 write-up. No characters except Raike may have the knowledge of its existance, and/or what is written on it.

Swolligator February 18th, 2012 10:04 PM

Akira Tsukuda – Angel



Akira hadn’t been standing around for long before Natruo appeared in the centre of the room. Akira cast his eyes to the side, avoiding looking at the malicious God and instead, found a demon in the trees watching him. It took him a while to realise, but once he did he wasn’t as nearly as surprised as he had been when he saw her up there. Bernkastel sure was an odd sort, even for a winner of the Population Games. Akira stared back at her for a while, the two locking eyes for a moment, before he turned away to ignore her, moving onto the nearest table as Natruo left the area and Gods appeared behind the tables offering different skill set trainings as well as magic training. He watched as the little girl angel whom had bumped into him before headed towards the nearest table to her, attempting to tie a knot. If he was to win in this tournament, he needed allies to help against the other contestants, and so far she was the only angel he had seen so far. He approached the table beside her, picking up a piece of rope and reading a set of instructions for it, although he knew the knot too well and could do it without the instructions. He turned his attention from the knot to the little girl, still fumbling with the rope as he talked to her.

“Hello, I’m…” he stopped mid-sentence as he recognised who exactly this angel was. Amelia Kunjui, the daughter of one of the most renowned people in the Angel District stood beside him. With a mother so powerful, he wondered how she had ended up in the Games; surely her mother could have pulled some strings and let another unfortunate soul take her place.

Grabbing a piece of rope, he began following the instructions the mentor had given, and after a couple of unsuccessful tries, he managed to make a noose. It wasn’t quite up to standard but it would have its desired effects. He placed it on the table next to the rope Amelia was fumbling with, “I may be an Angel, but don’t count me as an ally.” He spoke quite aggressively before leaving the table to try something else.

His next destination brought him past most of the other tables to the end where they were doing training with the elements. He walked past the earthen table, where the psychotically aggressive Demon known as Ryuu was frustratingly learning how to move rocks. Another mentor stood idly at the table, his eyes caught Akira’s and there was something about them that enticed Akira to draw in closer and see what he offered.

Tall and lanky, the man seemed vastly different to the stockier mentor who was having the arduous task of teaching Ryuu to lift up rocks. For some reason, this did not appeal to Akira at all, Akira relied more on his agility and speed than strength to fight. But even when the mentor motioned for him to follow, Akira still followed, curious about what this seemingly silent mentor had to offer.

“Welcome Angel, I see these arts interest you, no?” his accent was weird, Akira could not put a palce to it, but then again he was a god.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to kick around rocks all day, I have to prepare to die, so I don’t want to waste my day with rocks.” He was snarky and moody, it wasn’t the mentor’s fault that he was here, so he didn’t really have an excuse to take it out on the mentor. He turned to walk away, kicking up a little bit of dust with his wings when the mentor caught him with a hand on his shoulder.

“No one said anything about rocks, but I do have something you might find interesting.” He whispered in Akira’s ear. Anything that would help him avoid an early death was welcome, but Akira was mostly curious about what is mentor had to teach him; his natural curiosity winning over.

“Okay then, what do you have to teach me?” he put emphasis on the ‘have’, making it seem as if he had something better to do with his time. Not that he did.

With a wave of his hand, the mentor created a miniature dust storm around him, completely obscuring himself from sight before directing the sand to disperse then form into a pile right next to him. “How about I teach you to obscure yourself from sight and disorientate your opponents, hmm?”

Akira was stunned, he wasn’t quite ready for that, but it seemed as if the mentor knew exactly what he needed. While shifting massive rocks around wasn’t his strong suit, being able to manipulate something fluid and agile like himself would come much easier to him; his wings could help as well.

After several hours of training, Akira quickly thanked the tutor, he had learned much by forsaking the other tables, but it somehow seemed necessary to have learnt what he had. Heading back up to the tower where the Angel District tributes lived, he entered into the dining room, his stomach grumbling as he surveyed the food laden table. Picking up an plate, he grabbed a few pieces of food before settling down to eat, playing with a small pile of sand with his left hand while he ate with his right hand. His hunger gave him a fair indication of how much he had trained; he was almost famished!

Eeveemaster9 February 20th, 2012 9:06 PM

Chapter 4 - The Melancholy of Bernkastel Vermillia

Summary:
Your third day in the God's Realm has arrived, and wheither you like it or not, you will be forced to participate in a post-games show. It's interview time; the best few minutes you have to gather as many wealthy sponsors as you can. Will you have the points to afford a shiny weapon outside the arena? Or will you be unable to afford that antidote for your survival?

What's Happening?:
Immediately after breakfast, a new character will greet your main contestant. This person will be your designer and the person that manages your points, It's their job to make sure you survive and win.

Angels:
Spoiler:

Akira -- Natruo The Gamemaster (Controlled By Eevee)
Shizuka -- Malphias; Lesser God; Nervous/Awkward (Controlled By Eevee)


Demons:
Spoiler:

Ryuu -- Somal; Nekooni; Politely rude (Controlled By Eevee)
Xavier -- Seere; Horned Demon; Mute (Controlled by Eevee)


Vampires:
Spoiler:

Kerin -- Raum; Higher Vampire; Stereotypically gay (Controlled by Eevee)


Humans:
Spoiler:

Raike -- Venius; Higher God; Humorous/Animated (Controlled By Eevee)

SkyisUmbreon February 23rd, 2012 6:39 PM

-I was awake, but I refused to open my eyes and completely release my loosening grip on sleep. Yawning, I stretched out on the bed and stayed in that position for a good 10 minutes before I got over my lazyness enough to get out of bed. My room was dark, thanks to those special curtains in my room, that sun wouldn't get in until I was ready to see it. I walked over to the bathroom, sighing and closing the door behind me. The water was hot, just the way I liked it, even if it was steaming outside I would take a hot shower, not that I felt the heat too much. It was one of the great bonuses that came from being a fire mage.

Closing my eyes, and letting the water run, I began to think of the past days events, mainly that fight I had with Ryuu. When he left that day, he looked at me with that typical, "your inferior" face, but I also felt a hint of respect, which meant he had aknowlaged me. He wants to fight me again, only this time to the death, and he probably will if we ever meet in that arena, no pulling punches, no kind of mercy. The only person that would be around was Mammon...that weird demon girl, and my only real friend in this place...the oly one I could actually trust. Of course I said I would trust Bern, but I never said how much.

After drying and dressing myself I dropped right back on my bed, yawning obnoxiously and closing my eyes as if I could fall asleep once more. I grinned slightly thinking of yet another way to mess with Mammon-

"Rise and shine Mammon, or were you awake the whole time watching me sleep? Thats pretty weird... I wonder if underwold demons actually do sleep, or they just watch their contractees sleep and do other things even when not manifested into a solid form."

-A knock soon started sounding at the door and I looked over at it, glaring, almost trying to disencourage the person who dared knock at my door in the morning, also waiting for the demons response-
(First post on the new chaptaaaaaaaa)

SV February 23rd, 2012 11:42 PM

Ryuu awoke the next morning rather early. Another dreamless night, another lost recollection of how he had ended up from the dining room at night to his bed in the evening. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and stood with a grunt. He could feel his muscle a bit soar and tense from yesterday's training. Ryuu didn't bother to comb or shower, or anything. He had long disdained for such things, and approached his door automatically, his belly grumbling. He wanted to eat.

Ryuu had recognized the area now, and made his way to the familiar dining room that he had eaten twice before already. He was still sleepy, and it may have been apparent as he entered the area. If anyone were to take note of Ryuu, however, the first thing they would notice is that he was much more docile in the morning.

Ryuu spoke to no one as he gathered an assortment of food from the table in the center of the room onto one large plate. He then poured himself a glass of mineral water, and went to sit in a table close by. Ryuu groaned a bit of tiredness as he picked up his fork and prepared to eat, but stopped himself prematurely, and took a look back at the table with all the food on it. His sighed and dropped the fork back onto his table, and approached the table with the food on it.

"Argh! This isn't where you go..." He said with a weary voice. Lifting the table off of the ground, he began to move it closer to the edge of the room, and with a single heave, tossed it out of the same window he had tossed it out of the previous day. Without another word to anyone, Ryuu went back to his table as he heard the crashing of plates and dishes hit the outside. Acting as if nothing had happened, Ryuu proceeded to eat his most enjoyable meal in recent memory.

Eeveemaster9 February 24th, 2012 2:10 PM

Chapter 4 - Mammon - Underworld

I kept myself silent when Raike awoke from his slumber. Even when he didn't get up right away, I didn't say anything aloud to disrupt his train of thought. It wasn't like I was physically there anyways. The tattoo on his neck was simply... A window. A window connecting the Demon Realm, to the Earth Realm. I was comfortable inside my room; gazing upwards at the ceiling where there was nothing but blackness. I didn't mind the silence. And Raike probably didn't mind it either. A sigh escaped from my lips.

The second the boy slipped into the bathroom, I immediately cut off my connection to his world; mumbling things under my breathe. Of course I would be polite enough not to watch him shower. Although, it's not like it mattered. Nudity was hardly something I rarely saw. Waiting for him to finish showering, I heaved off of my bed and wandered over to my assortment of blood-stained dresses. I inhaled the scent through my nose, and my eyes shined red with the color. In particular, I chose a shorter dress to go with a pair of destroyed jeans. The smell was familiar. If only Raike had taken a sniff of blood that previous night, he would have known whose blood was splattered over my clothing.

"I'm already up, you moron." His tattoo disappeared, and my humanoid form appeared beside him on the bed. "Watch you sleep? God, that would be boring. I had better things to do last night." I scowled. "We don't sleep. In fact, we don't have to eat or drink to live. But, you'll never see me turn down a couple of sweets." I grinned.

At the knock, I turned and glared at the door. God damnit. Couldn't the Gods leave the contestants alone for more than just bedtime? Slowly, I slipped off of the bed; eyes darkening as I approached the door. Another two taps of a knuckle on the wood, and I had my back pressed against the wall. With my eyesight, I easily looked beyong the door to see who it was that would bother their conversation. I muttered a swear and manifested myself into a cloud of red smoke; immediately retreating back into Raike's body.

"It's not a servant this time or a contestant. It's a Higher God. Hmph..."

Standing just on the other side of Raike’s door, I had seena God that seemed rather similar to Natruo. Not in the whole bloodthirsty, I’m-going-to-kill-your-childkind of way. Mostly the hair. What the heck was a saying? It was ONLY the hairthat was somewhat similar. Perhaps it was some sort of God fashion statement tohave two-toned hair? Who knows…

He was certainly taller than me; standing at about six and ahalf feet. Another thing was that all the Gods were weirdly tall. No midgetsand no chubby people here! He actually looked really good, to be perfectlyhonest with myself. He obviously was wearing contacts, because his eyes weremuch too blue to be natural. As for the hair I mentioned before, it was mostlyblonde; swept off to his left side and merged at the tips into a soft blue.Even with the seconds look I had at him, I had taken in each detail about theman behind the door. A photographic memory that imprinted itself in my head, ifyou will. The nameless man was dressed as though he was going to a four-star restaurant;a formal wear that could potentially look normal in a work building. A whitejacket hung on his shoulders, and was connected at the front by two blackbuttons at the center of his torso. Underneath, was what appeared to be asimple white shirt. On his lower half, he wore a pair of wash-out, nearly grey,jeans. For what covered his feet, he had chosen black dress shoes.

I closed my eyes as I fell onto my bed; thinking of thephysical description to learn more about who he was. I hadn’t seen any wings,but they could have easily been hidden with a spell, or under his jacket.Around his neck like a collar, was a thin, silver cord with what looked likecoloured beads at the front; consisting of greens and blues and whites. Wasthere anything suspicious about him? Not in the least. He seemed to be in abetter mood than Natruo ever was, and his posture was casual and almost toosimple to be a God.

Skymin February 24th, 2012 10:14 PM

A late Chapter 3 - Kerin & Marisa


"Train well, Kerin. Marisa, stay safe..." Bernkastel said before pushing Xavier into the training area and walking away with him. Kerin gave a nod back at her and turned back around, only to see a new face behind him. An angel, but looking hardly angelic at all. He looked rather sleep deprived, but the main thing that raised Kerin's eyebrow was his demeanor. It was... more like Ryuu that it was like Amelia. Speak of the devil, she walked past. Ignoring the new guy, Kerin spun around as Natruo's voice boomed, speaking of training, not to fight between members (Kerin gave a snort. They had already thrown that rule in the toilet) and what not. Then, barriers around the grounds disappeared, revealing stations specialising in different things. Kerin had no idea what to do, he was really only comfortable with his fists. Or maybe a stick, like a sword? Maybe. He turned to his sister and smiled.

"I guess we better start training then, shouldn't we? Where do you want to go?"

Looking up at Kerin and Bernkastel, Marisa smiled happily. "I will...!" With that, Bernkastel and Xavier slid away in a different direction. Immediately after, being the booming voice of Natruo to take their place. Marisa squeaked, and clinged to Kerin until Natruo disappeared. So... We were to train now...? Looking around, Marisa saw the exact angel Kerin had glanced at. He... Didn't look like an angel. As simple as that. If Ryuu had been born an angel, he would have looked like that. He looked... Intimidating. Scary. A-and... What was he doing here...? He was.. A new participant..? Why? Why did the Gods bring more people into the Games...? Marisa whimpered at the thought of more people to watch out for. Where were the other new ones? Surely he wasn't the only one here... Right?

She looked up at Kerin; gold eyes wide. "Uu, yesh!" With that, she quickly took in the different stations. Kerin was strong, physically... Then... He should train in magic! Smiling widely, Marisa took the older vampire's hand, and dragged him towards the offensive magic station, where both a male and female instructor waited. "Kerin! Chu need to practice magic...!!"

"Magic?" Kerin looked the station rather distatefully. He was supposed to know magic or at least have some kind of feel for it. Yet, he had grown up without any kind showing at all. His father had had him appraised when he was younger. The woman told him his strength lied in fire magic and that it was his natural element. Whatever that meant. But, yeah, nothing fiery had every come out of him at all. Ever. Except fiery rage. "I don't know..."

She pouted cutely at his "I don't know", and crossed her arms. Didn't he hear what Bern said last night? He needed to learn magic. Fang apparently had no special talent for it, and she was too young to even dream of fireballs... Marisa didn't even know what element she was supposed to be. Perhaps... she needed to change that. But Kerin needed to train, too!

"Kerin needs to practice! Try... And Marisa will try too!" Marisa meant it. Looking around, she took in the other stations. Ryuu was all the way at the Earth Magic station. That option was out. He'd probably be there all day... And she really doubted that fire was her.

"Well I can't promise anything," Kerin sighed, glancing quickly over the stalls until he found the Fire magic one. He looked back at Marisa and followed her eyes to another stall, the Earth magic one, where Ryuu was now. Taking her shoulder, Kerin gently pulled her away from the demon and to another stall, the Fire one. But really, Kerin didn't have an a real interest with playing with the stuff. He just wanted to, well, protect Marisa. Wouldn't he be better off learning some kind of physical martial art or perhaps make charms, like Bern? Though, he never had patience for jewellery. Or techniques. Bleaugh. He took Bern's advice though, and approached the goddess behind it.

"Hello," he said plainly. He wasn't sure what else to say.

"Hello!" she said rather brightly. Kerin made a face. "Welcome! So, you're interested in learning the harsh but graceful way of fire?"

"Well, uh, not really," Kerin frowned. He didn't want to lie.

"Then why have you come here?" she cocked her head a little, smile only growing brighter.

"Well, I was told to learn magic. Because I suck at it."

"And what do you hope to actually learn from me?"

"Well," he looked at Marisa. "I want to keep Marisa safe. And protect her. And that's it, I guess." The goddess gave a laugh, which annoyed Kerin. What was funny about that? What did she know about these kinds of things anyway.

"Vampires like yourself," Kerin twitched at the word only slightly. The goddess ignored him and continued, "and young Marisa here are known to excel in magic, but it's funny a vampire like yourself has no interest in magic. Well, these things happen. Is there anything you'd like to learn from me, Marisa?" The goddess crouched to meet Marisa at the eyes. Kerin could see her face better here; her eyes were quite golden, much like Marisa's, but her hair was a fierce red to Marisa's blonde. Her bittersweet personality annoyed Kerin, but from what he could tell, she was just trying to be cheerful.

Marisa felt a twinge of annoyance as the lady bent down to talk to her. She hated how people did that. It was horrible. And extremely rude, mind you. You'd think the lady'd know that Marisa was at least twelve years old to be here, right? Why did everyone seem to forget that and just concentrate on how she LOOKED like an eight year old?

Marisa clinged my hands to Kerin, and stared at the Goddess for a moment. She was cheerful, especially for the situation. Which was kind of like a smack in the face. Perhaps she didn't mean any harm from it, but Marisa took it as something hostile. We were being prepared to die on live television, and the Goddess was acting all... Weird. Maybe she was a optimistic...

"I-I...." Marisa slid to hide behind Kerin slightly; suddenly feeling an overwhelming surge of shyness. Why did Gods and Goddesses have to be so beautiful? "N-no, ma'am... Marisa isn't natural with flames..." Atleast, she hoped I wasn't. Marisa would burn myself faster than a baby beside a stove. She looked her eyes up at Kerin. "Long range, Kerin. Like... Fireballs!" Marisa smiled lightly and hugged her arms around him.

"Really? Fireballs?" The woman laughed as she extended to back to full height. "It seems that little Marisa here knows more about what you want than you, Kerin." Kerin blinked at his name. It was weird hearing it in her accent. Kee-rin? His name was Keh-rin. He didn't bother correcting her, he figured she was either doing it on purpose or just was... weird. Maybe she was weird. "But, what do you want Kerin?"

"I want to keep Marisa safe," he repeated.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard. But what do you actually want?" She tilted her head and folded her arms. Kerin frowned back at her. He just said it, didn't he? Though, if he thought about it, what he wanted was to go back home, though that wasn't going to happen. He wanted Quinn to be okay, but he was sure that wasn't going to happen. He wanted to be normal and he was almost certain that was never going to happen.

"All I want is to keep Maris--"

"Yeah, yeah I heard you," she shook her head. "I can hear your heart beat. It flittered over the 'all I want'. Y'know? So, what do you want?" Kerin kept his mouth shut and just looked at her. She sighed, frowning for the first time and shrugged. "Fine, don't tell me. But all those bottled up feelings are gonna make learning magic all the while harder. Let's get started on basic magic, I suppose." She gestured to Kerin but put a hand up when he tugged at Marisa to follow. "Is that a good idea? You'll be harnessing raw and often uncontrollable fire, the best kind! If you want to protect her, I suggest you," she looked at Marisa, "maybe go find something else to do, sweetie."

Kerin looked down at Marisa also, biting his lip. She merely smiled brightly back up at him, letting go of his arm.

"It's alright! You have fun!" when continued to look at her worridly, she shook her head. "All the gods here are watching out for us too, okay?" and with that, she let go of Kerin's arm, waved and disappeared off somewhere.

"She's a ball of energy, now isn't she?" the Goddess chuckled. "Now, let us get started, alright?"

They started with simple fire techniques, like generating heat and setting fire to a piece of paper. Kerin, like he had predicted, was totally useless at the art. After two hours of 'concentrating' and 'harbouring your emotions', the most Kerin had done was accidently rip the paper after gripping it so hard. Kerin certainly felt hot after trying to concentrate, but that was probably from him holding his breath. Another hour of lectures on how anger was sometimes a trigger for fire but nothing happened. The Goddess herself was getting frustrated with Kerin, tapping her feet impatiently and hastily whipping different pieces of paper in and out of hands to see if it would make a difference. It didn't. Another hour of nothing passed and the Goddess finally snapped.

"Aaarrghh! Are you even trying at all?!" setting the piece of paper on fire. Well, not on fire. More like a scary, raging inferno. It licked around her hands and she stormed over to Kerin with a look of pure anger on her face. So Kerin had to be... this mad? But she wasn't teaching him anything, throwing a ball of fire at his feet. Kerin quickly sidestepped as she did, now not sure of what Marisa said before about Gods protecting them.

"Aah! Please stop!" But she didn't, swining her fists at him. Her fire was making the air hot around. Kerin couldn't swing back because, for one, he would burn himself and two, it wasn't like the fights he usually got in. She wasn't bullying him, she was just angry because he was incompetent. And Kerin agreed. But he really did not want to die today. "Stop!"

He put his hands to stop an incoming punch, only to feel his hands grow hot. He squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting for the fist but... nothing came. He opened them, to see the Goddess grinning at him, staring at his palms. Around his hands was fire, tinged slightly blue, licking around and up his wrists. His first reaction was to put it out, though he kind of sat there and marvelled at it until it blew out.

"Wait, what's that?" the Goddess pointed an accusing finger at his chest and when Kerin had finished looking at his hands and looked down, he saw the alchemy stones Bernkastel gave him. "Is that... Bloodstone! And Citrine and Jade! That witch! This is why you cannot harbour your emotions." She stood up and flicked her long hair, sighing. "Different teaches teach magic in different ways. I prefer emotions for a quick and easy method, but there's also teaching by chakra, by drawing heat around you and turning other enerigies into fire or having a source. I prefer emotions for situations like this, it's easy to teach and is useful in adrenaline situations of the Population Games. But that," she pointed at the stones again, "is blocking your hidden emotions, helping you to get over them. You can't harness raw emotion that's not there."

"But I need this!" Kerin objected, pulling at the necklace. "This helps, it really does!"

"Does it, Kerin?" he flinched again at the wrong pronouciation of his name. "Does it? You cannot rely on Bernkastel Vermillia for these games. You have to get over these demons in your heart that you hold so dear. Not me, not Marisa, not Bernkastel, but you, Kerin Knight."

* * *

"How did it go?" Marisa tugged at his arm as they took the elevator back up to the Vampire tower, smiling brightly at him. Kerin had no idea what she had done all day, but she seemed to have enjoyed herself, no matter what it was.

"Alright, I suppose," Kerin shrugged. Alright was a pretty good explanation. His hands were scalded from the overuse of fire and the constant outbursts, but at least he had gotten somewhere. He had not mastered the art of fire, but after a few more long hours replicating adrenaline and trying to 'control' his 'hidden emotions', he had managed to control a flame, even getting so far as to spar with the Goddess with flames around his fists. Fireballs though, were a little out of his reach, but the Goddess promised that if he continued doing what he was doing, he would be able to let the flames leave his body. "How about you?"

She didn't answer, only giggling as she pulled him out of the elevator and into her own room, dragging him around like he was a toy of hers.

"Kerin-sama, let's play a board game!"

"Okay, which one?"

"This one! This game! You can be the blue piece!"

"Okay," Kerin smiled. He felt home again.

Eeveemaster9 February 29th, 2012 10:46 AM

Chapter 4 - Marisa Ryunatta - Vampire District

We ended up playing a few board games, actually. And, not to brag, but I won most of them. Not all, because I didn’t want Kerin to know I had been cheating. Seeing the near future, I was able to mess up his strategy. But, I knew cheating was bad. My excuse for doing so was that it was practice for the games. After talking with Xavier during training, I knew I couldn’t just depend on Kerin and my other friends to save me. I needed to learn how to control my visions, since that was the best skill I had. Well… Besides my agility and newly discovered specialty at water element magic.

My eyes drifted over to the paper and pens at Kerin’s desk. Perhaps it would be easier to interpret visions if I drew pictures? I frowned at the idea. Though I did love to do creative work, I knew that Natruo wouldn’t set up pens and paper as weapons. Thus, that idea flew out the window. My mind wandered back to the game as Kerin won. A smile manifested on my face, as I clapped at his victory. It was a simple game that didn’t require much effort, so I had been able to think of important things while being entertained.

I let out a yawn that wasn’t entirely faked. It had been a tiring day. After seeing a few scenes in the future, I assumed that I would need my strength for tomorrow.

“Kerin-onii-sama,” I plopped my head on his shoulder. “I’m tired… Can we go to bed?” Not like he was the one keeping us up. It was my idea, after all, to play games.

I quietly began gathering the pieces of the game, and putting it away back in the box. Not only was I tired, but a worry-some headache was plaguing my temples at a rhythmic pace. I didn’t want to make Kerin freak out, so I kept it to myself.
Once everything was cleaned up, I stumbled to my feet and wandered over to the closet, where I lazily picked out a pair of slightly-big fuzzy pyjamas, and slipped into the bathroom. I took my time in there; getting dressed and looking myself over in the mirror. Why did I have to stop growing at the age of eight? Even though I’ve been alive much longer than that… I would always be an eight year old with a highly adapted of being alive. I touched my cheeks, and a shiver trembled from my fingers.

Outside the bathroom, I immediately collapsed onto Kerin’s bed. I honestly wouldn’t be able to carry myself back to my own room. I assumed he wouldn’t mind, and I crawled under the covers. Sleep caught me quickly, and I drifted off into the endless darkness of dreams.

SkyisUmbreon February 29th, 2012 1:53 PM

-After a while, it seemed pretty evident that the man or woman knocking was not going to leave. I hated too persistent people, as in the annoying girl scouts who tried to sell you their cookies after you telling them no about 15 times, even a hunters knife wasn't enough to keep them away! "Ugh..." I moaned in annoyance as I dragged myself off my bed and flopped on the floor, getting up slowly and walking slowly towards the door. My metal plated boots didn't make so much as a sound as I walked over the clean soft carpet, that I wouldn't mind just dropping on right now and dosing off.

As I reached the door, I looked through the mini window thing they put in every door so that you don't just open the door for the "pizza guy" with a knife hidden under the box and of course I saw a white jacket, someones chest, no face. "Great, some giant freak stealing my style now..." I thought in my head, my minds voice irate. I looked back at my bed with great longing in my eyes before I finally sighed and pulled back the door and look up at my visitor... well another god really.-

"Can I help you?"

-The same face and tone that I had used when I was talking to Bernkastel was the same that was reflected on my features right now. This was a god no doubt, I could feel the power emanating from him, but he didn't quite look like our game master Natruo, he looked more relaxed and uncaring really... but that didn't change the fact that he was trying to steal my white coat style. Unacceptable.-

"What do you want?" I asked in a annoyed tone leaning against my door with my arms crossed, my eyes bearing an annoyed glint within them.

Eeveemaster9 February 29th, 2012 8:28 PM

Chapter 4 - Somal - God District

Without any sort of greeting, a new person entered the room; making the servants scatter nervously to the side or back into the kitchen. Only one servant seemed to have the bravery (or idiocy) to ask the man if he'd like anything. His eyes, grey-yellow and narrowed, looked upon the woman attempting to give a kind smile. With a grunt, he grabbed the startled young girl by the wrist, and threw her in the direction of another young girl. “No thank you, I don’t need your childish services.” A polite smile was flashed their way, but his words definitely weren’t as such. The servants cowered, and all fled to different rooms. Fixing his hat, he continued on his way to Ryuu’s table; only glancing once at the broken window. Sitting down across from the participant, the man pulled in his chair and layered a cloth across his lap. By the way he walked and obvious fear he gave the others, it would seem that he was in important person, and perhaps even had a military background. Underneath the hat, his hair was neatly combed in grey streaks. Afar he hadn’t looked too old, but up close one could tell that he was at least fifty years old. His body looked healthy and strong, but there were creases in his facial features that spoke of age. Nonetheless, he had the aura of someone to be respected and/or feared.

“I assume the disappearance of the other table is your doing, Ryuu?” The man without a name fixed the sleeves of his sleek, pressed suit. “I approve.” Reaching out, he poured himself some coffee, and plopped a few sugar cubes inside. As he stirred, he introduced himself.

“My name is Somal. I am your assigned guide for today, onwards.” Somal took a sip of his drink. “Let’s try to have fun, yes? Anyhow, the first thing we should do is figure out how we should have you win, before we worry about the interview.” He seemed to be confident in Ryuu’s ability to win the Population Games. From behind Somal, his wings stretched out for a moment. Black leather that had something like bone sticking out at the upper joint. On the outside, the surface was covered in small black spikes.

“Who’s going to be the most entertaining for you to fight?” Translation; who was going to be strong and/or difficult to fight against?

Chapter 4 - Venius Cloud - God District

(To Be Editted)

SV February 29th, 2012 9:39 PM

For a while, Ryuu ate in silence as he basically inhaled down anything on his plate in bunches. He had the tablemanners of a...well, demon. That ended as another demon entered the room. Ryuu didn't immediately look up to see how it was until he had made a scene with one of the servants and began approaching him. Ryuu looked up from his food at the person who positioned himself opposite him. His mouth was still filled completely with all manner of food, so he didn't immediately tell him to go away.

“I assume the disappearance of the other table is your doing, Ryuu?” he said as he sat down. Ryuu had a full mouth, and so didn't speak right away. Instead, he turned his head back to the window which was broke, and back at the man. He contemplated throwing him out along with the table, but decided to see what he wanted first. It was a small change in his 'punch first, ask questions later' strategy he usually implements. Then again, Ryuu had to adapt quite a bit of different mannerisms and behaviors since coming here.

“I approve.” He said, reaching out to get some coffee. “My name is Somal. I am your assigned guild for today, onwards. Let’s try to have fun, yes? Anyhow, the first thing we should do is figure out how we should have you win, before we worry about the interview.”

Ryuu looked at Somal with a blank look. There were really only two questions going through his mind at the moment: What was he supposed to guide him with, and which window should he throw him out of? The other part of his introduction is what got him thinking a bit more. Ryuu recalled in the previous day how Bernkastel interrupted the fight between himself and Raike. The very remembrance of it caused his blood to boil. He remembered his vow. He was going to win, and he was going to do it one his own. No alliances, no partnerships, no nothing. But this talk of some interview is what caused him to get anxious. He didn't know what to make of it, but since it wasn't directly involved in fighting, he decided in his mind not to throw out the man from the window, and here what he has to say.

“Who’s going to be the most entertaining for you to fight?” He asked Ryuu. Ryuu thought for a moment in his mind at all the contestants. He singled out a few of them as those he thought may be pretty entertaining: Raike, Xavier, and maybe Kerin. There was Bernkastel too. However, he didn't want to say anything about it to this man. Still, there was something about the way the man spoke that Ryuu was slightly fond of. Instead of saying who was going to give him trouble, he said who would be the most entertaining, alluding to Ryuu's might. Instead of wondering how they would win, the man specifically said 'How we should have you win', alluding to the fact that he fully expected Ryuu to win, and there were in fact multiple options to reach that goal. Nevertheless, he preferred not to share these thought with Somal at this moment. Ryuu swallowed his food, and licked his lips, and he opened his mouth to speak for the first time.

"Listen, you. I don't know who you think you are, but I'll tell you this now. I'm going to win, without any help or guidance from you or anyone else here. I'll handle any fighting my own way. I don't need a guide, and I don't need a babysitter!"

Ryuu glared at the man for a moment, then continued. "But you said something about an interview, and that kinda sh*t is something that I don't know what to do, so explain to be first what the hell you were talking about."

As he awaited an answer from Somal, Ryuu shoved another mouthful of breakfast into his mouth, and chewed loudly.

Eeveemaster9 March 1st, 2012 10:36 AM

Chapter 4 - Somal - God District



Somal took a second sip from his coffee; listening patientlyto what Ryuu had to say. When he finished, the demon set the cup down andsmirked. His wrinkles almost seemed to disappear with this kind of expression. “Ithink I’m a Nekooni, but I suppose that’s only because of the tail, hm?” Gazingback, he made sure the servants were still in the kitchen, before he replied tothe participant before him.
“That’s exactly it, Ryuu. You don’t need a babysitter orsomeone to drag you around. You’re independent, unlike the others who will teaminto their little groups, and then cut each other’s throats while they’resleeping. “ The man crossed his arms. “And, you’re right. You are going to win.Not a doubt in my mind.”

Taking off his hat, Somal fixed his hair while he continuedspeaking. “All participants in the Games are assigned a “Guide” for a lack ofbetter wording. We help you with the interview, and handle your points whileyou’re in the arena. I’ll get more into detail later. For now… The interview istonight. Basically, you and the others will be dressed according to the themeyour appearance and personality share, to impress the Gods and the rich. Theinterview is the time where sponsors will deliver ‘points’ to the participantsthey think have a good chance at winning. These points will either burn theskin off your victims flesh, or save your own hide from certain injuries orsituations you wouldn’t want to deal with.” He eyed Ryuu over calmly. “Points,which I will be keeping track of, are used to buy anything from a Band-Aid to anarmful of grenades. These things are either extremely rare inside an arena, orsimply banned from even being handled in the first place. With enough points,you could make the most illegal weapon or drug, legal in your possession.Though, I doubt you’ll need steroids to crush a couple dozen people.”

A laugh, and he reached out to finish the rest of hiscoffee. “I won’t dress you into some sort of weird get-up. Actually, you’llprobably like how you obtain your look for the interview. I want you to be seenas sheer power; what you are. Your strength is unmatched, and you can easilyclear all the contestants around you, in their fancy dresses and suits. Youwill not show mercy, and you will win. That is the future I want the sponsorsto see. Agreed?”

Skymin March 2nd, 2012 6:41 AM

Kerin woke up in the morning, a sleeping Marisa resting on his arm. He felt dazed when he woke up, the same feeling anyone gets when they wake up in a bed that is not your own. Last night, he had slept on Marisa's floor so everything was a little different from yesterday. After he had finally realised he was on his own floor, he maneuvered himself out from under Marisa's head and slipped out of bed and into the open living room.

The morning light streamed in through the blinds comfortably onto the sofa as Kerin fell into it. He was hungry, yeah, and thirsty too, but it wasn't quite what he was thinking about. In one hand, he was trying to keep a flame in his right palm perfect and controlled. In the other, he held his necklace he had received from Bernkastel, fingering the stones lightly. The instructor had told him he needed raw emotion to learn fire quickly but raw emotion meant that he would feel like he used to again, without Bernkastel's assistance to help him get over his troubles. He kind of liked how the Goddess had worded it; Demons in his heart. It made him think there was a tiny Ryuu down there, ripping everything to shreds.

The flame in his right hand wasn't keeping so well, often flicking between full flame the size of his palm and a tiny flame, like the ones you see from a match. So, what would happen if he released his little demon inside him and took off the alchemy? How long would it take until he wouldn't need it anymore? Slowly, he lifted his left hand, pulling his necklace up and around until it left his neck. The flame reacted first in his hand, almost exploding from his palm as he felt his gut twist in that peculiar way he knew so well. It all flooded so fast, outside the church, in his bed, on the floor, waking up. The flame spat from his hand, now moved down his arm, and fell to the floor, catching fire to the rug beneath his feet. Kerin quickly pulled the necklace on, almost soothing his mind and gut. The fire in his arm died immediately also, the only fire remaining being the one on the floor.

"Crap!" Kerin quickly jumped back, hitting the fire on the floor with a rug that was sprawled on the sofa. The fire went out and Kerin fell back into the chair. Well, that wasn't exactly as smooth as he thought it would be. His stomach rumbled again and rubbed his neck. Hopefully Marisa would be up soon.

SV March 2nd, 2012 2:12 PM

For now, Ryuu listened as Somal spoke. For the most part, what he said was true. Ryuu had no need for petty alliances and pacts. He had one with Bern, but it was cast away the moment she broke her end of the bargain. And Somal gave another good reason for not getting into those alliances: stabbing in the back. For the most part, Ryuu wasn't worried about that, as he had pretty much established himself among most of the others as someone they didn't want to mess with. But he had completely forgotten that as a possibility in this thing. It was probably allowed to some extent too. Any way of getting an advantage over others. Ryuu made a mental note to see to something later, in case anyone tried to kill him in his sleep.

Ryuu continued to listen silently as Somal explained the interview briefly and the 'points' system. The more he listened to it, the more he liked it less and less, though. Interviews were one thing, but being forced to wear something was completely unacceptable. Ryuu held back a laugh as he let Somal finish talking. Put simply, Ryuu thought the whole thing was complete nonsense. Interviews, dressing up, alliances, points, and even to an extent the training, although that might have been the only useful part. It was all for entertainment, so that the Gods could sit in their comfortable homes and throw coins at the participants as they mauled each other.

But Ryuu didn't hate the Gods for this, or despise the system as it was. He understood how the world works, and he cared not for politics. Still, he was here to fight, perhaps the ultimate fight of his life. The real problem was there was too much bulls*** before they even got to it.

Still, Ryuu decided to play along, and keep these thoughts to himself. At the end of the tunnel, the prize was worth all the waiting. At least, he hoped it would be. Although from what he had seen so far, it will be.

“I won’t dress you into some sort of weird get-up. Actually, you’ll probably like how you obtain your look for the interview. I want you to be seen as sheer power; what you are. Your strength is unmatched, and you can easily clear all the contestants around you, in their fancy dresses and suits. You will not show mercy, and you will win. That is the future I want the sponsors to see. Agreed?”

Ryuu laughed. "Fine, Somal. I'll play along for now." Ending the sentence with a bit of displeasure. "These...Gods, are rather dull characters. They think that through the manner we are dressed, that will determine how frightening we can be. If they wish to see power, sheer power as you put it, they need only see me use this." He said, as he held up his fist. Ryuu looked around the room, somewhat glad none of the other participants were around to hear him. It did not fit the brute persona he had crafted while here in the first place. He slammed his fist on the table, and took another bite of his food.

Eeveemaster9 March 7th, 2012 10:51 AM

Chapter 4 – Venius Cloud – God District

The man straightened out when the door was opened; looking down at Raike. A smile manifested over his lips upon his thoughts echoing inside the God’s head. The human thought the God was copying him. Hardly. Calmly, he unbuttoned the jacket. “You know, wearing a particular color of jacket doesn’t mean I’m stealing your fashion. I doubt it’s copyrighted.” Taking it off to show Venius had a plain white shirt underneath, he plopped the coat on Raike’s head.

“I knew it would annoy you. Anyways, I’m here to get you ready for the interview tonight!” His hands were stuffed into his pockets. “Venius Cloud. I’m in charge of your appearance during the interview, as well as the points given to you by sponsors. Please tell me you know what I’m talking about?” Well, at least he was much friendlier compared to Natruo.

“Although, I don’t think I have much work to do on you. You actually look rather ‘dashing’ and that alone should swoon some girl sponsors who’re into the dark and mysterious type. Maybe a bit more flames and metal, but otherwise it’s good!”

Chapter 4 – Marisa Ryunatta – Vampire District

Prophetic dreams are rather cliché, are they? Well, I must be the most cliché person in the world then, because that’s exactly what I experience as I slept. Everything was blurry, as though my eyesight was wavering between perfect and blindness. But I could still pick up on things around me. It all flashed around; I wasn’t in one place for long. The only thing that was constant was the quiet ticking in the background. A clock signalled for two o’clock; two loud pangs. Over the horizon, I could make out a small stadium. Not the Population Games arena, but some other place where there were roaring crowds at the stands. On the platform, there were two chairs facing each other, with a beautiful spring garden in between. A man sat in one of the chairs; laughing and greeting the crowd. Suddenly, I was sitting across from him; clutching my fingers into the green dress I wore. All I managed to make out from his speech was something about a faery. There were six pangs for six o’clock and the scene changed. It morphed and swirled.

Now, there was a gigantic square table; decorated extravagantly and seating about forty people. Half of the faces were new, and each sat besidea certain contestant. Though, there were contestants missing; more notably, Ryuu. Natruo and the man from the stadium were there as well. We seemed to be having supper.

The rest of the visions flew by in a hurry. Pangs sounded again and again, but I couldn’t keep track enough to translate the time with the events. Obviously, for these scenes, I was in the arena. I saw a river; fish. Crumbling ruins with a red dust floating around the area....

I sat upright in a cold sweat; breathing hard and quickly running my hands around the bed to place myself back into the present. I was in bed. Relaxing slowly from my vivid dream world, I slipped my feet out from under the blankets, and wandered over to the bathroom. So much for sleeping to heal from yesterday… My body was still sore and a thumping headache was trampling my brain into my skull. According to my dreams, there would be some sort of public interview of the participants, and we would be assigned persons to attend a banquet.

Having a quick shower to wash off myself, I didn’t bother shampooing my hair or making it all pretty. I knew what was to come, and whatever efforts I did now to look nice would be in vain, simply because there were better experts. Slipping on a long dress that came to my heels loosely, I moved out of the bathroom with my hair still dripping wet. A towel was placed over my head and shoulders so it didn’t dampen my clothing.

Upon seeing Kerin and a slightly charred carpet, I giggled and hopped into his lap. I was glad he had been practicing his magic. “Hii!!” My face brightened, and I hugged the boy happily. “Kerin-sama, I had more visions last night! Uuu. Wanna hear?” I didn’t wait for an answer.

“We’re gonna be dressed up really nice and go to an interview with a bunch of people! And we’ll have designers! And---“ I burst out laughing, and glanced at the door. I placed a hand on his shoulder as though I was breaking some sort of tragic news to him. “I wish you luck with him, Kerin-sama.” I laughed again. “Anyways, we’re gonna have this biiigggg meal afterwards, and tomorrow we’re going into the arena. It was really pretty!Mountains and ruins and lots of rivers and trees!"

Skymin March 14th, 2012 7:33 AM

"Hi!!" Kerin spun around hastily, trying to cover up his failure, which didn't really work. You could easily smell the stench of smoke, especially with noses like theirs. He could probably smell smoke from last week in this room if the servants weren't so good at their jobs. And it wasn't like Marisa cared that much about Kerin's level of magic. He had told her how terrible he was, it wasn't like he was going to get better overnight. "Kerin-sama, I had more visions last night! Uuu. Wanna hear?"

"Sur--" he didn't get to finish before she moved on.

"We’re gonna be dressed up really nice and go to an interview with a bunch of people! And we’ll have designers! And---" she suddenly started laughing and glanced over at the front door. Kerin made a face as she placed her hand on his shoulder. What was going on? Kerin remembered for a second that she could see the future but... what? "I wish you luck with him, Kerin-sama?"

"What?"

"Anyways, we’re gonna have this big meal afterwards, and tomorrow we’re going into the arena. It was really pretty! Mountains and ruins and lots of rivers and trees!"

Kerin sighed heavily. The area. Marisa seemed quite chilled about it but his heart did flips as the day loomed closer and closer. He had only been here a day and soon, he would be forced to kill another. Something he wanted to avoid doing. Though, if it was to protect Marisa, he would beat any damn guy into a freaking pulp.

"That sounds nice," Kerin said, shrugging. Honestly, he didn't really want to talk about it. Instead, he stood up, waving at her to gesture he'd be back in a second. He wandered back into his room, into the enormous closet that he had chose his clothes from last time. Like last time, he picked something simple again; a long sleeved, red and white shirt, dark cargo pants and another grey hoodie. He went back out into the living area and instead of joining Marisa, he walked over to the door, pointing at it and waving at her to come over.

"Breakfast?"

SkyisUmbreon March 14th, 2012 12:34 PM

-I looked at the man from top to bottom, and he looked like he was dressed to stay home and watch TV. Then again, who was I to judge people here... oh yeah I was me. I had both heard AND seen what the guardians did to the contestants, and I didn't like it, it was always something stupid like a fail of a superhero costume or something completely degrading like a ballet uniform. I could already tell that we were not going to get along, and I probably wasn't going to get much from him in the arena.-

"You wouldn't be able to get me into some ridiculous costume if you tried, no way at all. I'm fine with my cloths that I have on already, so no piercings, no tattoos, or anything like that. I have enough already thanks to what they did to me in the human district, I don't need any more."

-I swerved around the man, and started walking towards the elevator, my stomach sending up a light protest as if saying "why did u waste time talking to that guy! Feed ME!" I frowned for a second, then stopped, turning around to look at the man with a hint of amusement in my eyes.-

"Actually... why don't we discuss this over breakfast, I'm sure they have a private room down there so we wont be overheard, but I'm hungry."

-I took the last few step into the elevator before turning to look at Venius and pressing the dining room button.-

"Are you coming or not?"

Eeveemaster9 March 16th, 2012 10:53 AM

Chapter 4 - Somal - God District

I watched Ryuu intently; processing each word, each action,and translating it into a series of answers which would continue to pull the demon boy in. Ryuu was a smart, strong man, but he needed a bit of work. Magic and the upcoming interview was what the focus was on, whether he denied it or embraced it. I needed to get close to him in order for Ryuu to stand a chance against the magic-wielding Bernkastel and her demon companions.

“Hm, I agree. Though, I suppose they do this for a little more ‘excitement’ and ‘surprise’ during the actual fights.” I clicked my tongue thoughtfully. “If they went by power,you would’ve been here years ago. It’s annoying, but I have no say in what changes could be made. Things are so much simpler in the Demon Realm. See a pretty girl and she’s your mistress. The weak are the slaves and the strong have whatever they want.” I threw the hook out there, wondering if it even remotely interested Ryuu; a world without stupid fashion-crazes, and with more power and fighting.

If Ryuu won, he would have three choices.

A) Go back to the Demon Realm

B) Stay in the Gods Realm and have the Government use him to scare the other species

C) Go to the Demon Realm

Abruptly, I stood up and grabbed my empty cup. “Well, you won’t be seeing much of me. The other contestants will be busy beautifying themselves somehow, while you will actually do something productive with your time.” Yawning, I moved to go to the elevator, but paused short; staring curiously at the closed kitchen door. I could hear the servants whispering onthe other side. Smirking, I walked over and in one quick movement, yanked the door open and threw my cup inside. When it crashed on the floor, the servants cried out in surprise as though it had been some kind of radioactive bomb. I laughed, and walked off. “Morons… Let’s go, Ryuu. We’ll go on a little drive and find you a good fight or two. You’ll get plenty of more sponsors if they see you personally beat down a God. Which, should be no problem for you.”
Chapter 4 - Bernkastel Vermillia - Demon District


From the shadows, a form with two glowing red orbs retreated backwards on four paws. A silent figure which couldn’t even be detected by a vampire’s senses was he. His spine curled into a perfect arc to squeeze out of the room; tail swaying to then keep his balance on the thin railing outside. A dizzying height was his position, but he did not worry. He did not give the slightest hesitation, even when he had to jump several feet in the air to catch the next open balcony. Behind him was the rising sun, cracking out in pieces due to the towering city on the horizon. A scene which displayed just how crowded the world was. A world dominated by two-legged beings of all different ‘races’. Humans were like Gods, and Gods were like humans. Both had the urge to multiply exceedingly; unaware of the damage that such an unnatural population did. No matter how many chances they got, they never learned and one always screwed up something. Everyone outside this endless ring of destruction was losing patience; confidence so thin it could break as easily as scissors to dentalfloss. He, the one crossing past Xavier’s floor and higher still, had no opinion on the subject. At least, an opinion that was originally his. He had two views from two persons; unable to stray from either. They contradicted each other like black and white, with him being the gray medium.

Upon seeing the cat at my window, I straightened up from the bed and flicked my fingers at the glass. It slid open smoothly, with the animal slipping inside.

“I found Ryuu… He was in the kitchen.” The cat spoke out; whiskers twitching when I reached out to pick him up. But, he didn’t struggle. He allowed himself to rest on my lap; eyes staring out the same opening that I was.
“Tellme what your eyes and ears have witnessed, Lucifier.”

The_Original_Raitan March 17th, 2012 9:27 PM

"....." Xavier turned in bed, opening his eyes to stare up to the ceiling. Not even the tiniest amount of purple arose around his eyes, along with no bags under them. A light rumble filled the soundwaves of his room, however. Xavier sighed. After training the previous day, he had taken to skipping dinner with the (apparent) furniture racist, the seductress, and Ms. Victory. Instead, he went directly to his room and went to sleep. In fact, he had actually been up for about an hour now, but he didn't really want to get up. He had to though... Sadly.

His wings pushed him up, to where his torso was raised up. He lazily raised a fist and wiped some of the 'sand' out of his eyes with the back of it. He never liked that stuff... He swiveled his legs to hang off the bed. How come he got so much sleep, yet his legs still felt dead like they always do in the morning...? Hm. Xavier stood up, put on a white t-shirt with black jeans. Bland, yes, but it wasn't like he wasn't too. At least to everyone else's eyes. Not like Xavier actually cares about what people say about him. He combed his hair, then proceeded with the walk to the kitchen.

"...." Actually, he had a small change in schedule. Instead of trying to stay in the kitchen and eat there, he would be eating in his room. He looked blankly at Ryuu, then the other male whom he knew none of, and walked up to the kitchen doors. Xavier knocked, before opening the door slowly. "...Anything that you can cook fast... I just want to go back to my room." He shut the door to stare at part of the opposite wall for a few minutes, before a plate of eggs and bacon were handed to him. Xavier muttered a thank you to the servant before walking back to his room. He sat criss-cross applesauce on his bed to eat.

He was writing down possible ways the Roman Empire could have continued to survive and quite possibly thrive again--in their language of Latin, before a quiet knocking on the door struck his ears. Three uniformed knocks, almost quieter than his would be. Xavier flipped his hair, his eyes being exposed for once. His chocolate brown eyes stared right towards the door. It was probably a servant. Definitely not one of his contenders. Well, it might be Bern. But she was the most welcome out of them so... Xavier stood up and answered the door. "...?" Well, not Bern. He stared at the man emotionlessly as always.

SV March 19th, 2012 8:17 PM

Ryuu laughed at the mention of being here years ago. He should have been here years ago. He had every right and every opportunity. What he would call 'bad parenting' is what kept him away. But that was in the past. He was here now, and ready to do what needed to be done. As Somal spoke about life in the Demon Realm, he couldn't help but agree. It was simpler in the Demon Realm, but in Ryuu's case simpler wasn't always better. Complications of things, like these sorts of reapings, is better than the mundane life he had before over in the Demon Realm. Things have changed for the better, at least he hoped they have.

Somal stood up. “Well, you won’t be seeing much of me. The other contestants will be busy beautifying themselves somehow, while you will actually do something productive with your time.” He headed towards the elevator, then stopped suddenly to mess with the kitchen staff who whispered to each other by the kitchen door. “Morons… Let’s go, Ryuu. We’ll go on a little drive and find you a good fight or two. You’ll get plenty of more sponsors if they see you personally beat down a God. Which, should be no problem for you.”

Ryuu cocked an eyebrow in surprise, and then grinned. "Heh...now you're speaking my language!" Ryuu said. He grabbed his glass, finished the contents of the drink, and smashed it onto the ground below, before getting up and following Somal out of the dining room.

Swolligator March 22nd, 2012 12:48 AM

Akira Tsukuda - Angel



Akira's dreams were plagued by the same nightmares that haunted him in his waking life, and within a couple of hours of falling asleep, he found himself awake again; the dream fading at the edges of his vision. He felt the tears roll down the sides of his cheeks but chose to stay on his side; slowing his breathing and organising his thoughts back into order.

"I am Akira." Check.

"I am in the Population Games." Check.

"What am I here for?"

When Akira found out they were calling the names of the reaping, he saw this as a chance at redemption. Back then that was. Once the others had been chosen and shipped away, he was disappointed to find that his name had not been chosen; his chance at redemption taken out from under him. But when illness befell one of the contestants, he saw his chance and offered himself as a tribute to take their place. Although the tried to ignore it, Akira knew that those who knew him were happy to see him go; they would probably cheer at his death too, but Akira wasn't concerned.

He laughed silently to himself, little more than a whisper leaving his lips; a sadistic evil laugh. He had no chance, he knew that, he had no chance at winning the Population Games; despite being on the good side with the Game Master, the odds were stacked against him. Having little to no hand-to-hand combat training, much less anything like traps or rope tying, he was useless. His ability to control sand and fly would do no good in a fight against Ryuu. He was weak, he was useless, he had no reason to be here. Redemption was just a reason he made up, he was never seeking redemption in the first place; more like death. He is a coward, he knew that if push came to shove he could kill, but he would rather run away and hide than to confront someone front on; he was nothing.

Stretching his hand out, he fiddle with the small vial on his bedside table, playing with the sandy contents it help until the sun began peeking through the windows.

Day Three of the Population Games.

Akira climbed out of bed, slipping into some comfortable clothes, ready to meet whatever monster they had as his guide. He made sure he had everything on him, everything that was a part of him before heading to the door. He grasped the door handle, feeling the chill metal cool his warm palms and turned it, opening to door to the shadowy figure that was about to knock. Looking up, Akira looked into the eyes of someone he was not expecting to see tonight.

"Please tell me this is a joke!" he exclaimed as Natruo loomed over the angel.

Eeveemaster9 April 1st, 2012 9:45 PM

Chapter 4 – Venius Cloud – God District

I watched Raike with a calm smile; crossing my arms. Such a strange human… Did I really look like someone who’d tie him down and splatter ink designs on his skin? ‘I need to stop being healthy, then.’ I mused, simply because it was true. Being a God as well as having muscle was just asking for this sort of response, no matter how aloof one was. Eyes flickering over the tattoo just on the side of his neck, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was real. It was strikingly familiar. Did Bernkastel not have that exact design on her body as well? Perhaps the two were in the same cult…

Seeing the spark of light in Raike’s eyes, I shrugged my shoulders and walked into the elevator before the doors closed. “Sure. This place has plenty of private rooms. Too bad nobody has bothered to ask before. They’re very useful.”

Ding. I slipped out of the claustrophobic compartment and into the dining room. Thankfully, none of the participants had arrived yet. When a servant approached us, I raised my hand out to stop him before he could speak. As expected, his lips pressed tightly together in a nervous fashion.

“Mind directing us to an empty room? Breakfast would be good, too. Plenty.”

The servant breathed out a sign of relief, nodding his head. “Yes, sir.” He turned and led Raike and myself to a door just beside the kitchen; a door which upon inspection, was made to keep noise in. Giving me one of the two keys for said room, he went off to get our food. Humming to myself, I unlocked the door and stepped in first; not hesitating at all before sitting myself down at a nearby table.

The room was much more eye-appealing, even in comparison with the original dining room. Rather, it was a warm purple color mixed with shades of grey that almost seemed to be silver. The table sat, with two couches on either side.

“Have a seat, Raike. We have plenty to talk about before the interview.”

Chapter 4 - Mammon - Underworld

The demoness watched Venius from the comfort of her room; piecing through the God’s shield without resistance to see just exactly what it was that he was thinking of. The first thing she did was panic; something her comrades reminded her never to do. She didn’t think Venius had the brain capacity to remember what he did last night, let alone a signature marking on Bern’s shoulder. ‘Damn it,’ with the flick of her wrist the tattoo disappeared off of Raike’s neck, only to reappear above his heart. She needed to be more careful now that she had two contractors to obey.

Just as she was about to log out and check on Bern, however, Venius decided to wonder if the mark had something to do with a cult. Mammon sat up fast in hurt shock. It wasn’t a cult symbol at all! It was the symbol of manifestation! The bond between Raike, the human, and Mammon, the demon servant… She absolutely hated it when Earth-dwellers misinterpreted the demon language. It was annoying.

“Est lau malas a-kala zei Venius…” She breathed out; sparks of flame licking out from between her lips in reaction to the burning words.

“Wow, Mammon. Harsh,”

The demon servant jumped to her feet in surprise, only to be pulled back down by a strong arm. She let out an automatic squeak.

“Zane!”

The male demon grinned down at her. Taking off the metal bracelets from around his wrists, he set them down on the floor. Mammon could practically see the floor go into concave mode at the unnatural weight. Zane plopped down beside her on the bed; making her wrinkle her nose in disgust.

“Gross. You smell like wet dog.”

“What were you expecting? Vanilla and lavender?”

“That would have been nice,” she rolled her eyes and manifested a bottle of perfume; then going crazy with spraying the area to smell like cherry blossoms. Meanwhile, Zane was looking up at the ceiling curiously; watching Raike enter the elevator.

“Oi, think you can ease off? My nose is still sensitive.”

“I know,” she smirked and sprayed a bit more in Zane’s direction.

“Bah…. So, why were you reciting the dictionary of insults earlier? Did Raike reject you or something~?”

“Ye---WHAT?! NO!” Mammon flushed red and turned her head away. “Some God just mistook by symbol for a cult sign!”

“A cult sign?” He looked thoughtfully at Mammon, before a teasing grin filled his lips. “Cool,”

“ZANE.”

Chapter 4 – Somal - God District

The city was a towering glamour of lights and sound. The great building of silver pierced the sky like swords. Fluffy marshmallows hugged tapered tops; the grey areas appearing to have been roasted by the sun. This particular ball of fire balanced itself on the horizon, shimmering and creating the rather usual display of ‘rolling’ forward. As the limousine pulled deeper inside traffic, it became apparent just how much thought had been put into the design of everything.

Even though the towers of cement and minerals casted high and blocked the sunlight, there was no darkness. There were no lamps or sources of artificial light, either. So, why would there not be darkness? Well, that could easily be explained through the multiple mirrors on each block; reflecting sunlight from the city’s limits, right into the heart of the God’s houses.

Streetlights and signs were not present at all, yet traffic ran smoothly in and out of intersections without a problem. What was noticeable with the dawn’s light, was that the area was lined in metallic strips; perhaps magnets. These magnets interacted with the cars in a way that it would basically control it for you. Thus, driving wheels were nearly not needed. Nearly. You still had to tell the car where exactly you wanted to go, with motion detectors and magnets making it happen.

The people wandering the streets and chatting outside café’s looked like characters pulled straight out of both Disney movies and business stock-market conventions. There were women in bright colors that overwhelmed the eye, especially a particular shade of green that seemed to be in style that season. Large sunhats hid curls of bright blue and green, and dresses of fine silk covered skin as flawless as that of flower petals. Men were a bit more open to selection; either sporting bright make-up that could compare greatly to the Goddess’, or pressed suits that carried them well on the sidewalks.

In the very back of the limo sat Somal, seatbelt not used and arm balanced on the windowsill. He gazed out the window, and then back at Ryuu as the magnetic pull slowed the vehicle down. The man gestured outside with a smirk.

“Go ahead. Jump out of here whenever you see a target you like. I don’t care who it is. Just someone you think will be fun to play around with.” Somal’s eyes flashed with a hint of hunger. “If you’re lucky, some stupid God will join to try and stop you.”


Chapter 4 – Marisa – Vampire District

I giggled out softly as I watched Kerin wander off to get dressed. Though, once he was gone, I sobered.

---

Once Kerin was dressed, Marisa happily followed the boy downstairs for some breakfast. Upon entering, the two were attacked by the most wonderful, welcoming scents ever. It smelt of family cooking. Bacon, pancakes, eggs; everything that makes a morning perfect and enjoyable. I inhaled deeply, and ran over to take a seat at the table. Everything was decorated differently, as well. Which was appreciated deeply, since it was know my favorite color, blue.

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The clicking of heels is what snapped me back to the dining room. Slightly startled, I looked up from my empty plate, to the woman coming towards the table. I blinked, rubbing my eyes in reaction. That couldn't be... She was sparkling? Indeed she was, head to toe, covered in reflective blue-white-gold sparkles. And, she was definitely a Goddess. The next thing that caught my attention was whatever was on her head. This woman had big, curly blonde hair that basically surrounded her head and spilled down her shoulders like a gigantic scarf. Propped up on top was a crown made of star-shaped mirrors.

"Aw! You're the most precious thing ever!" She squealed out excitingly; wrapping her silky-smooth arms around my body. She reeked of some type of perfume. Probably expensive. "Oh gosh, you're adorable!" Next thing I knew, my cheek was being given a big, affectionate kiss. With her pulling away and myself gaining the ability to breathe, I looked up at her with wide gold eyes.

The eyes staring back at me all mother-like were the brightest blue I had ever seen. None of the shades in this room could possibly compare to it. In the center of each pupil. was a small white star.

"K-kerin-sama, who is this?" I asked nervously; scooting closer to his chair.

The Goddess frowned. "I'm your guide, sweetheart! For the interview," I knew that, but I wasn't supposed to. Slowly I straightened back up.

"Goddess---"

"Oh! My name is Astara, darling~" I guess that explained the whole space-barbie look.

"She is a button, isn't she? Hm, then again, this boy here is rather handsome too..."


A newer voice had come from directly behind Kerin. No sounds of anyone else had reached my ears, so I jumped a foot in the air and clinged to the woman on accident. Before I could pull away in embarrassment, she squished me against her bulging breasts. "Ohhh~! You scared her, Raum! Bad! Come, Marisa. We'll go find a lovely little dress for you~!" And before I could protest, the Goddess Astara pulled me up like a doll and carried me out of the room.


Before I was out of earshot, I quickly looked over Astara's shoulder and waved to Kerin. "Bye bye, Kerin-sama!


---


Now, it was just this 'Raum' character and Kerin left. Carefully, he slid out from behind Kerin and into a chair. His appearance? Well, it wouldn't have been all that surprising if Marisa HAD been scared by him. He didn't look like some evil overlord, but... Rather exotic and silly. Something you wouldn't see in the Vampire Realm. He was, obviously, a vampire from the way his fangs just slightly poked out from between his smiling pink lips. And when I say pink, they weren't a natural shade. Not to bright, but it definitely was lipstain.


"I'm guessing you have an alliance with her? Well~ I don't judge! Are there any other alliances I need to know about?" He rubbed an index finger at his eyelid absently. Once he realized, however, he sweared under his breath and wiped a bit of the banana-yellow chalky substance onto a napkin. "Did I just smudge it? Ahh.... I wish there were mirrors..." His eyelids were covered in the stuff. Not smudged, of course. The edges were flecked with long, golden eyelashes. Underneath, were two very unique eyes. His right eye was the color of fresh blood; lulling momentarily downwards before quickly rising back up into place. His left eye was a hot pink; streaks of white running through the pupil.


His hair was fashionably messy; streaked in different variations of whites, blondes, and pinks. Nearly each strand stuck out from his scalp as though wanting to jump away.

"Ahhh, I better introduce myself first! My name is Raum, dear Kerin. I am your guide starting today." He stuck out his left hand for a friendly shake. Each finger was hugged by at least two rings; each a more brighter color than the next. Covering his torso was a pale pink turtleneck. For his legs, he had on cream-colored jeans. He looked like (To no offense) a stereotypical homosexual.


A homosexual vampire was Kerin's guide.


"Are you finished eating? Because, we should really get to my studio before all the parking spaces are taken."

Chapter 4 – Natruo The Gamemaster - God District

Strong footsteps echoed through the now empty training room; bouncing waves of sound back and forth with such high quality, that even when the man stopped, the steps continued on for a few more seconds. It was like an invisible being had been following him, matching his footsteps again and again, only to mess up when he stopped.

His natural blonde eyelashes fell down upon his cheeks for a moment, orbs lowered to gaze at the slight red stains splattering the now bare floor. Everything had been moved from the training room, back into storage to gather dust for yet another year. The shine in his eyes slipped quickly into a coldness similiar to crystalized ice. A harsh look that was of both thoughtful concentration and some sort of chemical anger. Kneeling, Natruo ran along the dried blood with his fingers; slowly, as if to memorize the exact shapes and textures. A faint buzz eminated from it as though it was human. It did have a living energy. An energy that would tingle the nerves with such electric power that could only belong to Ryuu. This was what the demon had bled during their fight the previous night.

Natruo was silent for another minute, before finally straightening his spine, moving past the memory, and going to the angel district's elevator.

He now stood before Akira, looking down upon the angel with a heavy smirk.

"Do I really look like the type of God to joke around? Hm, I suppose I better fix that." Easily, he reached out and pulled the boy away from his room and closer to the elevator; then pushing Akira forward.

"I hope you've done your homework, Akira... 'Cause I'm not one to enjoy explaining things once, let alone twice." His finger jammed into the controls for the main floor. "We'll eat in the car. I'm a little disappointed in your lack of improvement, even though you had a full day to train. So, we're gonna make up for that. A little multitasking, but you'll be able to handle it. Heck, I even have your outfit ordered and ready for the interview later in the afternoon." As soon as the elevator doors opened, the God shoved Akira out and followed behind. "Hopefully you slept well? Because you won't be sleeping after what I have planned." A harsh laugh.

Chapter 4 – Seere – God District

*To Be Edited*

Chapter 4 – Preserias – God District

"English,"

A faint buzzing came from the other end, as Preserias patiently leaned back in his chair. The man sat in an office setting that overlooked the district's square and a fair porton of resident houses. His eyes, a sea-storm blue, observed the figures of two men guilding a sorrowful woman into a sleek black car. Cars were extremely rare in the Angel's District not only because it was easier to fly, but because the vehicle held status. Only nobles were permitted to own them. Or Gods.

His attention went back to the phone as a translated voice came through. Preserias never needed Japanese enough to learn it. English was the most common, aside from Heaven's Tongue which could only be spoken by angels and a few Gods. If demons or vampires attempted to speak it, their throats would become raw.

"I have gotten confirmation directly from Natruo and the High Court. There is to be another participant from the Human District for the Population Games." The voice was of a young man; his japanese accent still sneaking through the translator.

"It's your district now," The angel reminded him, smiling softly.

"Sorry, not exactly used to it. Only since yesturday, Serias." Preserias was thankful for the government buildings' connections to the Human District. It kept the angels friends with the humans enough so that they were apologetic and kind. As for the demons....

"It's fine. I'm guessing that because I am getting this message, that I have to pick him up?"

"Natruo's wishes. In any case, I will send the information on the boy for you." Just after he said that, the machine from across Preserias' room printed something off. Standing up with a grunt, the angel moved over and looked through the two papers on the new participant; complete with a photo, identification specifics, background, and a little classified extras sprinkled around. Thanking the man on the other side, Preserias hung up and folded the papers into the pocket of his grey overcoat.

"I will be away in the God's District until the Population Games are over," Preserias told the guards outside the room. Then, making his way to the rooftop, the angel inhaled the cold air deeply. Well. At least it was early enough that the sun was out. With one more glance back at -his- district, Preserias opened up his silver wings and casted himself into the sky.

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Within a few hours of steady flying and little wind, the angel rested on the very block where the participant lived. In fact, he could see their house. A grand building that belittled the living quarters of other humans around them. Fixing his sand-blonde hair out of his eyes, Preserias approached the gate, then the steps, then...

Ding. He ringed the doorbell. It took a while, but a few minutes later the door was answered by a young woman in an ivory bathrobe. She first appeared tired and annoyed over having been awoken so early in the morning. Then, as she noticed the person's extraordinary beauty and wings, she stumbled back and called weakly for her husband in slight fright. "U-uhm... I think it's one of your friends," She replied when asked who was at the door.

Preserias shook his head. "I'm not here for your spouse. I am here for your son, Daiki." Immediately, the color drained from her face and she slowly wandered off to find him; telling the angel to wait a moment.

SV April 5th, 2012 2:22 PM

Ryuu looked outside of the limousine that carried Somal and himself deep into the city of the Gods. Ryuu didn't bother to look around at the architecture of the city. He didn't find those things interesting. What he was curious about, however, was the people, the Gods. He wondered exactly what kind of people they were. To have risen above the other races as their supposed superiors, it was needless to say that he expected much. He was actually kind of excited. He hadn't fought many Gods before. In fact, Natruo was the only one, and he remembered how it went. It was still one of the best fights he had in his life, even if he didn't get a unanimous victory. But as Ryuu got deeper into the city, he began taking note of the appearances of the Gods. It wasn't what he expected. Though, given the reputation of what he had heard all along before, it should have been what he was expecting. Still, he thought it would be much more, not a group of pompous people he had already begun to hate. Something about their appearances reminded him too much of home, of his life back in the demon district, the life he hated. He began to angrily grit his teeth and clench his fists as he angrily looked out into the crowds of Gods. The limousine then came to a halt, and Somal spoke to Ryuu.

“Go ahead. Jump out of here whenever you see a target you like. I don’t care who it is. Just someone you think will be fun to play around with. If you’re lucky, some stupid God will join to try and stop you.”

Ryuu looked at Somal for a moment with a sour look, then back outside. He was watching them, contemplating. Was there really anyone worth fighting? No, he couldn’t think like that. He knew the reputations the Gods have gotten compared to any other race. He knew behind the fancy clothes and bright colors, they could fight, they could hold their own. But Ryuu wasn’t looking for someone who could simply hold his own. He was looking for something more, and in his contemplation, he figured out just the way to do it.

Ryuu opened the door outside and stepped out, looking around the city. His eye was caught first by a café in which Gods sit, conversing. Then he looked over on the opposite side of the street, where parked vehicles lay. Ryuu cracked his knuckles together, followed by his neck as he made his way to one of the parked cars. He stopped right in front of the side of one car, and admired it for a moment. After a few seconds, Ryuu knelt over, and grabbed it with both of his hands, and began to struggle. With all of his might, he began forcing his hands up, attempting to pick up the car. His struggling turned to grunts, which eventually turned to him screaming loudly, causing several passersby to look at him. The car suddenly was picked up off the ground, and hung between Ryuu’s arms. Ryuu took a few steps forward, and on the traffic that separated the café he had his sights on and himself. A time of horn honked as people looked at him with mixed emotions of bewilderment, disgust, and fear. Ryuu eyed the shop with a grin on his face, and with a mighty heave, Ryuu tossed the vehicle right at the shop with a loud scream leaving his mouth at the heave. To Ryuu, the vehicle seemed to go in slow motion through the air. Many people, including himself, watching as the vehicle rotated through the air, eventually making its impact at the target. The café’s entire front section was decimated as the car passed through it and slid into the section where people sat. People’s screams of shock and surprise were heard. Eventually the car stopped coming to a halt with a loud bang. Ryuu smiled at his handiwork, impressed with himself as the café erupted in flames. He sat down on his behind, his arms rest on his knees, and waited, sitting still in the middle of the street. He made occasional glances to the Gods who stood around, either giving him mixed looked, or simply staring at him. There was a lot of different reactions of many of them. But Ryuu was looking for something specific. Eventually, a God in a suit took of his hat, and began approaching Ryuu, and angry look on his face. Smiling back at the God, Ryuu got up. Ryuu knew this was the perfect way to get a certain someone’s attention. By tossing a car like he just did, he was certainly going to get the attention he wanted. But he still wanted to test himself against one of them. And who better than someone who still approaches him ready to fight, even after seeing what he can do? Ryuu wasn’t certain who the God was that was approaching him, but he knew he was either very stupid, or very strong.

Ryuu began noticing as the suited man sprinted forward at him. Ryuu paused where he was, and looked at the ground, his veins showing as he appeared to extend his arms, and screaming. Rocks began popping up out of the ground, and then eventually formed into a wall right in front of Ryuu. Usually this Earth Wall would be a defensive move used to protect against oncoming attacks, usually projectiles.

But not today. Ryuu forced the Earth Wall off of the ground with his will, and began charging forward, the wall now acting as a ramming hammer, and the target was the God on approach. Ryuu couldn’t see his face, but imagined this wasn’t what he was expecting.

Legend April 8th, 2012 8:01 PM

The sun was crawling itself from the horizon, slowly rising into the sky inch by inch. It was a glorious sight as the sky was painted a beautiful mix of red, orange and yellow. Standing on his balcony with a cup of herbal tea, Daiki continued his tradition of watching the sun rise. He was not one to stay up late, believing that getting sleep was important to one's health, development and appearance. Therefore he made the commitment of going to bed early and waking up early. "Early bird catches the worm," as his grandfather always said. Apparently that was an old saying. Daiki could never find the origin, no matter how much reading he did.

"Daiki…" His mother's voice came from his doorway to his room, sounding weaker than normal. Daiki slowly spun around and faced her from the balcony. There was quite a distance between them, as Daiki's room was quite large comparable to a small apartment suite. With pure white walls carefully decorated with classical paintings often engrained in fantasy genre, fine wood floors, matching furniture sets, a "prince" sized bed as Daiki called it and a number of bookcases, plants and statues spread out from wall to wall. Opulent would be a tame word to describe this room.

"Welcome, mother. You look radiant as usual. Come to watch the sunrise with me? You have come just in time," Daiki said with his usual shining smile, placing his cup beside a book on his balcony table.

"You have a visitor. You must come to the door immediately…"

"A visitor at this hour? I was not expecting any until this afternoon. We were to go engage in some leisure activities. Fishing, if I am not mistaken."

"Daiki…please."

"I do apologize mother dearest," Daiki said as he approached his mother, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "I shall come. Give me a few moments to prepare myself. I do not want to bring shame upon our house," Daiki smiled and kissed his mother upon her forehead. Daiki's mother forced a meek smile before leaving the room. Daiki looked out upon his balcony. For some reason, he sensed it would be the last time he would ever enjoy the pleasant view.

A few moments later, Daiki found himself descending down the stairs in his manor overlooking the sitting room. A round oak table stood in the middle of the room surrounded by fine foreign leisure chairs. Much like Daiki's room, the room was decorated with class and regality in mind. A beautiful angel with desirable wings and sand blonde hair stood around, refusing to take a seat for unknown reasons. Daiki did not recognize the figure, and his expression reflected such a matter as he completed his descent into the room. "You called for me, milord? I am Daiki, son of Hiroshi, of House Ethered. How I can assist you on this bright morning?"

"You have been chosen to participate in the Population Games," the angel replied.

"I beg your pardon?" Daiki said, his face painted with confusion and shock.

"You have been chosen to participate-"

"No, no. I apologize for interrupting but I did hear you the first time, but unless my eyes and ears deceive me the population games are well underway, my good lord. The champions from all the districts have been selected and they underwent training. In fact, if I do recall correctly the interviews were to commence in the evening. I fail to remember the time offhand. I am sure father remembers. He is quite intelligent, if occasionally absent minded."

"You are correct, Daiki Ethered. However, this is an order from the Gods themselves. You are to participate."

"Daiki…no," Daiki's mother squirmed outside the room, rudely eavesdropping.

"Well, in that case I cannot rebuke such a fact. I am to assume we must depart immediately, or we shall be late. The Gods and Goddesses would not enjoy a tardy contestant."

"Indeed they would not."

"Do allow me to bid farewell to my family for there is a great chance I shall not return. I do not wish to live with regret weighing down my heart."

"Of course," replied the Angel. "I will be waiting outside." With that the angel stepped outside, and Daiki's mother was quick to embrace her son.

"Please, Daiki. Don't."

"I cannot refuse such a request, mother. To disregard the authority of such figures is practically begging for the hammer of the Gods to smite our home into nothing more than dust and ashes," Daiki began placing a finger upon his mother's mouth as she dared to speak again. "I know what you are going to say, so save your breath for more pressing matters. It is true I take no pleasure in violence and for that I will likely not walk away from such a competition, but I will not shed my honor or being. If I do emerge victorious it will not be at the cost of my humanity. I will step in as Daiki Ethered, and will step out Daiki Ethered. One way or another," he finished proudly. "I dare not awaken sister or father. Please give them my farewells. I will likely not be able to communicate with you further, but I will attempt to make an effort regardless. I love you, mother," Daiki finished with a deep embrace. His mother did not dare to respond. Such a farewell would be stained by her tear filled reply.

Daiki stepped out of his home in his standard wardrobe. And in that moment, he wondered if he would ever see his childhood home again. "Let us go, milord. I do not want to impede our progress any further. Lead the way."

Skymin April 10th, 2012 2:34 AM

"Um, what?" Kerin blinked as Marisa left him with the strange man. Kerin had never seen so many colours on one person before and it was... well, it weirded him out just a little. His enthusiastic voice and general... attitude was just a little too much for him. Sure, Marisa was a little bit similar, but she was a little girl. She was allowed to be cute. But this guy? He was a lot older. And crazier. And just... yeah.

"Um, no, you didn't smudge it," Kerin scratched his nose at the guy. He could not tell what this guy was. Was he a god? All the people that seemed to be around here other than the contestants were gods. He would just leave it at that because honestly, Kerin wasn't bright enough to tell.

"Ahhh, I better introduce myself first! My name is Raum, dear Kerin. I am your guide starting today," Kerin shook the hand that was given to him, intentionally avoiding the rings on Raum's fingers. "Are you finished eating? Because, we should really get to my studio before all the parking spaces are taken."

"Um, where are we going?" Kerin said, intentionally avoiding the question about alliances as he left his now empty plate on the table. Were alliances frowned upon? Praised? Kerin had no idea. Bernkastel, as far as Kerin knew, was a good ally but wasn't their meeting a secret or something? Maybe it wasn't, Kerin did remember someone saying something about cameras. And microphones. UGH! Why didn't he listen or remember these kinds of things?

SkyisUmbreon April 23rd, 2012 2:46 PM

Raike Destan: Human Contractee

-Raike blinked once, and went to follow Venius into the private room. He was delighted to see that there were couches on either side of the table. The room itself seemed to be the private dining room for a king of some kind. Raike sat down on the couch opposite of Venius, rolling his neck to relax a bit, but winced as a spark of pain erupted on the left side of his neck, close to his shoulder. He massaged the spot until the pain diminished and rolled his neck once more to test it, and seeming satisfied, he turned his attention to a certain demoness that was not in the vicinity.

Over their connection, Raike picked out a few details of the area around her, and concluded that she was still in his room, and for some reason it smelled like a wet dog that had spayed cherry blossom air freshener on it; not as appealing as it sounded. She could also see that she was talking to someone else in the room, not human so it was probably one of her "friends" talking... in my room... making it smell like cherry blossomed wet dog; great. The annoyance that reverberated across the connection showed clearly that she was being teased by that person.

Bringing myself back to the matter at hand, Venius sat across the table from me, his grin kind of annoyed me a bit, why the hell was he so smug?-


"Whatever you say pretty boy. So what exactly am I supposed to say in the interview? We both know my district hates my guts. But hey, maybe I can get the others to like me."

-The last part I said with sarcasm. I was hardly likable to anyone except the weird ones like Mammon. How was I supposed to get the other districts to like me? I mean maybe if my district saw me in some decent clothing they would let me explain myself a bit, which brought me to another question.

"Who's my stylist, and he or she, preferably she better not try putting me in some kind of fruity clothing."

-As inhuman as Raike may seem to some, he was still a guy.-

Eeveemaster9 May 9th, 2012 10:20 PM

Chapter 4 – Venius Cloud – God District

Venius adjusted himself into the couch. Pretty boy? Well, alright. Let’s go with that.

“Being pretty is overrated.” The God commented. “Anyways, that’s partly what I would like to discuss with you. I am your guide. I give ideas and help you get sponsors at this stage. Good sponsors mean good weapons and supplies.” He made a tent with his fingers, and closed his eyes momentarily in thought. “Well, the interviewer will ask questions pertaining to your lifestyle… Strategies… Things that will make a difference in how well you can entertain the sick public in the arena.”

There was a small knock at the door. Who? Well, a trail of servants soon appeared through a crack in the room; holding plates filled with an assortment of breakfast foods. From muffins to pancakes to fruit and eggs. It was there. In all, four servants arranged the food on the center table, bowed, and went to leave. Venius caught the arm of a startled white-haired boy. He squeaked.

“Oi, think you can take this to Raum? Vampire District.” Venius gingerly slipped a piece of paper in the boy’s chest pocket, along with a few coins. No sort of currency the humans used, at least. The servant hesitated, nodded, and quickly caught up with the others as they left. When the door was closed shut, Venius straightened out and took a muffin inside the grasp of his fingers.

“Where were we… Ah, right. When you answer the questions and sort, try not to be too hostile. Even if you hate the guts of those watching and wanting to know what you ate back in the Human District, I think it’ll work better if we keep you in the frame of ‘carefree’. A snap of humour would be nice. You’re not worried at all about these Games, and you show confidence that you can overcome the participants. If asked about a particular enemy, I would slip away from the question with a wave. Though the idea of pissing someone like Ryuu off on live television sounds tempting, it won’t be good for you in the arena. If the Gods and Goddesses know that you have someone on your rear in anger at the very start, they probably won’t sponsor you since it’ll look like you won’t last long.”

…Which was completely true. Though they did want to see blood and gore, they didn’t want to use their money on someone who was just going to die. They also liked the idea of the teenager they sponsored winning, and becoming a Victor. Because once they became a Victor, the Gods and Goddesses could swarm them without holding back.

Like Lady Bernkastel. Venius understood one reason why Bern continued to live in the Demon District, rather than in with the Gods where it was ‘safe’. At least, safe from the Population Games.

“As for your stylist, I would hate to disappoint you, but that would be me. You don’t have to worry about it.” He waved his hand at Raike. “I’ll let you wear your coat. I’ll just be making some minor changes to your appearance. No sparkles and no tattoos.” The God promised. “Also, the thoughts from your district do not concern the Games. To get things into the arena is expensive to what the entire population has. You need to be more concerned with the Goddesses. There are quite a few out there that like a good, confident rebel. They’ll happily sponsor you. Gods, maybe. If you look strong and have wit.”

“So… What kind of strengths do you have? Magic, I would assume? Perhaps alliances that I should know about?”

Chapter 4 – Raum - God District

Raum straightened himself out, before looking down at Kerin. He was either tall, or Kerin was short. There simply was a great difference in height between the two.

“Hm? We’re going to my studio. We have to prepare you for the interview, no? So, up~! We must not wait a second, alright?”

He blinked his long eyelashes at the vampire with a smile, before turning on his heels and leading the way to the elevator. Once the two men were down and outside the building, Raum opened up a parasol. It was strange, simply because it wasn’t raining or overly windy. He pointed it in the direction of the sunlight, as to cast a shadow upon himself. He looked back at Kerin with a hint of confusion, then a shrug. Was he seriously allergic to the sun? Or was he making fun of vampires? Who knew…

“S-sir!” Raum blinked, and turned back in the direction that they had just come from. A servant from the Human District, according to the uniform, had caught up with him. He huffed out a breath of relief, and held out a slip of paper towards the vampire Guide.

“It is from Venius Cloud, sir.” The servant spoke out once he caught his breath. Once he dismissed the servant, Raum flicked the note open with the tips of his fingers.

“….Hm.” He write the long text almost silently; brows raising at one point in surprise. When finished, he looked up with Kerin with an innocent smile. “Nothing too important,”

Two fingers went to his lips, and he let out a high-pitched whistle. A few moments later, a sleek white car pulled up before them. Coming to a halt, two servants in equal white jumped out and tended to Raum’s needs. One took the parasol for the Guide, while the other opened the back door for him to climb in. Raum did as such, and then signaled for Kerin to follow suit. The windows were tinted as to withhold sunlight.

Once the servants had the participant safely inside along with the parasol, they slipped into the front, started the car, and drove off and away. Raum happily ate at a slice of cake that had come out mysteriously from a compartment, while babbling on about how excited he was to work with Kerin.

“Last year I had a demon, so this is a wonderful change of pace for me~ Perhaps if you win, I can have another vampire next year~! Vampires are so much easier to work with.”

There was lush greenery almost throughout the entire trip. This was very much unlike the districts back home. The only real forests and fields were outside the barrier. However, as noted, it was almost. Just before they came to the studio’s parking lot, the car had to go down a very special road winding the perimeter of the city. This road had exactly eight mansions. And when I say mansions, I mean mansions compared to even the God’s houses. These were impossibly large, with each one probably able to house at least a thousand people. Gates and in-the-flesh guards were stationed throughout the property like some kind of government leader lived beyond. As it turned out, that wasn’t the case.

“These are where most of the Victors live after winning the Games~!” Raum chimed in. “All except for Bernkastel, of course.”

Each mansion was unique. Not any of them were similar in design; from an ice palace to a dragon’s lair layout. One in particular had the theme of elements, and was double the size of the others. Probably Bernkastel’s, seeing as she had won twice already. It was heavily guarded like some sort of war-zone. Servants had themselves not just at the gates and around, but on the property itself. Otherwise, it was beautiful and unused, due to Bernkastel choosing to live in the Demon District. Why would she choose a simple house and potentially death, over a grand estate and safety? Surely she could have her father move in, seeing as he wasn’t a threat. Why else would she continue to participate? Was she simply selfish, and wanting more?

Eeveemaster9 May 14th, 2012 11:58 AM


Preserias

"We're not in any rush, Daiki. You took less timethan I had expected."

The angel calmly led the human along nonetheless. Justbecause they had time to spare did not mean it would be wasted on idle chatter.Information and progress needed to be present so this participant caught upwith the competition. He was behind by about two days; no time for training.The more concerning was the interview today. The others in the Games certainlywouldn't be expecting another participant so late into the program. In fact,according to the rumours, things were random and had no real goal. Natruo washaving a busy life involving other jobs, which led to the Population Gamesbeing unprepared. Perhaps it would work out in Daiki's favour?

"I hope you have stayed up-to-date on the Games, forthere are a handful of unique, strong competitors this year. To name a few,two-time winner Bernkastel and the demon Ryuu. Maybe only a few are actuallyweak and inexperienced..."

Preserias was now taking the young man through the heartof the city. When someone pictures the heart of something, it is alive andenergetic. That was not reflected here. Only four cars were visible, withhumans on the sidewalk reaching a total of about thirty. In fact, the entirehuman population could be considered 'endangered'.

Even with so little humans to see, Preserias’ presencedid not go unnoticed. As he walked by with Daiki at his side, there were plentyof stares to go around. Some were in shock or awe at the angel. Others werehorrified that Daiki was with a supernatural, and shot questioning looks hisway. Where was he going? Why was an angel in the Human District? Did the poorboy do something wrong? An old lady, long past the care of the guards, mumbledunder her breath a prayer for the human.

Preserias always found it strange. Even though there werevampires and angels… And there were more Gods than you could shake a stick at…Some humans still believed in their little religions. Those who believed inmultiple Gods existing mocked the others. Religion still reigned, even when theHumans had no real hope. They basically allowed themselves to be pushed aroundby these “Higher Beings”.

Preserias had a sliver of pity for the creatures.

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Once outside the city, it didn’t take long for them towalk down to the docks. At this point, there were only empty shipmentbuildings. After all, they only obtained new packages from the God’s Districtonce every month. If they ran out of supplies, it was the human’s fault. TheGods had no real sympathy towards the wasteful animals.

Preserias led Daiki around, until they were standing on asuspended wooden flooring that stuck out from the earth. Before them was theOcean. It no longer had particular names due to its size, so it was just‘Ocean’. It sloshed against the land hungrily, with white waves crashingbackwards in vain. It reeked of salt and dirt. A very refreshing smell,compared to that of the smoked-out city. Even the air tasted like a gulp of seawater.

Preserias glanced at Daiki, whom had hesitated just theslightest upon seeing a cruise ship. “I reassure you. You are safe from anysort of illness on sea. The boats are sturdy. Will not sway.”

Without another word, the angel led Daiki aboard the veryship they had seen waiting on the dock. The railing used for support appearedto be made out of crystal, with natural curves and twists that made itimpossible to just run your hand along the surface without hitting it at somepoint or completely falling off.

The floorboards were of a scratch-less, cherry-brownwood. It wasn’t slippery like you would expect, and had the same sort ofstability as real earth. Overall, the cruise ship was impossibly gigantic tojust be for the participant and the angel. There had to be more rooms thanthere were people alive in the Human District, with enough space on the deckitself for the population to lay for a tan.

They did not stay out in the fresh air for long, however.Soon enough, Daiki would find himself being whisked inside and down into theprivate rooms of the ship’s interior. The walls were gorgeous, with a hint ofblue shimmer. The two found themselves on the bottom floor soon enough, andPreserias stopped Daiki in their destination. It was a rather luxurious ‘livingroom’, for a summary. The floor and far wall were made of thick glass, so onecould see the sea-life swimming beyond. For safety measures, the doors were equippedwith water locks in case of damage. Suppose the Gods would just drown in theroom, then? Appeared so. Besides the aquarium, there was a simple black tablethat was made to look like smoldering wood. The chairs by a glance lookedcomfortable, what with the cushions and armrests designed right into the shape.Preserias made himself at home at the setting; sitting down and leaning back inwhat seemed like exhaustion.

“I’m your guide for the Population Games. Think you couldtell me things about yourself? Strengths, weaknesses… Goals… What can you do toget sponsors?” The angel yawned politely behind his hand.

SkyisUmbreon May 16th, 2012 2:49 PM

Raike Destan:Human District

Raike groaned as Venius revealed himself to be his stylist, putting a gloved hand to his temple and massaging it slowly. He decided to dismiss the subject with a small wave of his hand. Reaching out over the table he took hold of a platter that held the omelettes and pulled it over to himself calmly. Instead of shoveling one of the omelettes onto my plate he began to cut up 2 omelettes until they were both just a collection of bite-sized rectangles. With his fork, he impaled 4 rectangles and lifted them to his mouth, chewing for a moment and swallowing them quickly. Suddenly his eyes lit, and his hands, the fork, and the knife became a blur as he quickly devoured the rest off the omelettes, not even allowing Venius a chance to take even one.

When he was finished he took a napkin and wiped his mouth neatly, and just like the previous day, there was not one piece of egg on the table or floor. He then put down the napkin and took a long drink of water. Setting it down, he propped one elbow on the table and rested his head on a fist, looking sideways at the god.-


"Well, I think my manners will defiantly get ALL the goddesses jumping all over me huh? I, and you if you researched me at all, know that my lifestyle was nothing to brag about, and don't think that I'm going to be giving away my strategies to that audience, unless you want me to lie to them. Really I make things up as I go, its how I roll, and look where it got me, I'm alive, well, handsome, and I know how to survive almost anywhere really. I am adept at magics, my element being fire, and I am much stronger and smarter than I look, I don't mean to toot my own horn but, well." He makes an imitation of a truck driver pulling the lever for his horn, and shrugged his shoulders casually in a carefree manner.
"That whole not taunting Ryuu, well its not quite as tempting as you may think, if I do it or not he already wants to fight me, doing it will probably only make him more reckless or something. I don't have any kind of alliance right now with any of the other prisoners, like I said I'm not exactly the most likable guy."Nothing on his body or in his voice betrayed the lie he told, but he was told to keep his only alliance a secret, as well as the existence of Mammon. Before this little train of thought ran through his mind, he blocked his mind completely with titanium defenses, a technique his previous late master had taught him. "As for that "good" part I'm not so sure flipping off your entire district is a good thing to do, and I know their going to be playing that selection video so don't try to tell me they wont. The confidence and carefree parts I definitely got covered, as well as the whole bad boy attitude thing. And now the thing I want to know is how exactly you plan to be changing my attire."A flash of mild annoyance flared in his eyes. "Remember, nothing fruity."

Legend May 17th, 2012 8:04 AM

Daiki was not amused by any of the events that had transpired, feeling little jubilation for what seemed to be happening. It was to be a normal fine morning, with Daiki readily expecting to be idle with his peers. Maybe get a good workout before forcing himself to watch the Games. If you were tell him that he was going to becoming a participant in his final year of eligibility, he would perhaps call you a poor court jester and proceed on with his day.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Daiki followed the guide of the angel, calmly looking around avoiding direct eye contact. He was still a bit nervous around the figure, though he couldn't exactly identify why. Perhaps it was the fact that Daiki had little experience with his kind. No, that wasn't right. It was something far more simple. Daiki was human and he was not.

"I hope you have stayed up-to-date on the Games, for there are a handful of unique, strong competitors this year. To name a few,two-time winner Bernkastel and the demon Ryuu. Maybe only a few are actually weak and inexperienced..."

"I have," Daiki replied. "And that does not make me at all more comfortable with this ordeal."

Daiki continued to be led on by his guide, being taken into the heart of the city. Daiki's home was far from active, and he made it a point to rarely enter its inner limits. It was a dismal remainder of the state of his people, many living in fear in the presence of any superior creature. Even Daiki himself, of whom his friends say could guide humanity forth into a better era, recognized his own weakness in comparison to the divine and supernatural. But even if Daiki was to be a harbinger of hope and goodwill, it could not and would not remove a simple image of his head. Glancing at some of the buildings, he could see the state of his race, slowly crumbling into a state of nothingness as an endangered species being battered by the elements of nature, forever superior to the weakness of mankind. While angels, demons and vampires have their fancy tricks and superpowers, humanity has managed to gather nothing but pity from the others, if that much, since ire has become a far more common emotion to pass around freely. Daiki sighed. If only humanity had a glimmer of hope somewhere, preferably not in a vessel like himself, would perhaps mankind would at least become significant again and earn some respect. But all that was in the past, making it no longer important. Humanity was destined to become a footnote. What he could do to save his people from such a fate? Win the games maybe? That would be a tall order and what would that accomplish other than taking a few lives?

A few of his peers and elders glanced at him, mouthing questions. Daiki reassured them that nothing was wrong and that he was being given a great honor. Daiki was fairly popular all things considered, and some of the faces he recognized. Teachers, friends, random townspeople that he greeted with kindness all expressed concern. He didn't realize that he was this notable in the district. It was busy work being the talk of the town, but Daiki was partially used to it, and if anything it become something of a subconscious practice. Imagine how much work he would have to do in the God district where he would a fish out of water, being hounded with questions from Gods and Goddesses who want him to be a very tool of entertainment. The shock that came from being associated with a divine being was no surprise to him, so Daiki did his best to play it off. He would leave his involvement in the Games out for now. They would find out soon enough.

It was at this point that Daiki wished he could return to his retreat and dwell in the light of the open sun, fishing at the docks by his home, sleeping near the lake with the smell of the fresh outdoors bathing him in paradise. But no, instead he found himself on the docks, staring at the ship. Daiki was unnerved at the sight, for he suffered from extreme motion sickness, especially on boats. Daiki was very much a land creature, though he did enjoy swimming. At least then, he can control over his own movements. Placing faith in vehicles was a completely different concept.

“I reassure you. You are safe from any sort of illness on sea. The boats are sturdy. Will not sway.”

"For your sake, I do hope you are right. Well perhaps not you personally. Your…employees then," Daiki said avoiding the words "servants" or "slaves." He was unsure what proper terminology to use, as to not offend anyone.

Once aboard, Daiki was impressed by the construction and decoration of the ship. He kept his amazement to himself as to not embarrass himself in front of others, but its size and opulence was something to experience. Daiki was overwhelmed, barely following Preserias lead, almost getting lost himself in the fortress of wonder and beauty. The ship's design was far more wondrous than any other boat he was on, though to be fair, he had spent more time expelling sickness from his body than bathing in the glory of fine design. But it was a safe assumption, as humans rarely create anything of grandeur anymore.

Once their descent was complete, Daiki found himself in a room with a glass floor and wall, allowing the dwellers of the room admire the sea life. It was just like the Gods to show off their wealth in unnecessary design. Daiki was slightly angered by this for reasons that he could not clearly express without shaming the reputation of his house. Daiki clenched a fist as Preserias took a seat, melting in its comfort. Daiki remained standing, his body and mind still tense. The realization of his eventual destination, the world he was about to enter and the games all haunting his very thoughts.

“I’m your guide for the Population Games. Think you could tell me things about yourself? Strengths, weaknesses… Goals… What can you do to get sponsors?” The angel yawned politely behind his hand.

"There is nothing much to tell really," Daiki said in a solemn voice. "I am a human first and foremost and that alone could be a stamp of being undesirable, as I ought not hath the appeal of my fellow competitors. I lack the wonder of the angels, the strength of demons or the magic of the vampires. I am an unremarkable human who spends more time bathing himself in the fantasies of old legends as a means of escapism from a grim world," Daiki took a deep breath. "I do suppose you want specifics though. To be honest, I do not see himself as particularly skilled though I almost hope you will disagree," Daiki said with a weak laugh. "I have trained with several swordsmen, done cooking with my dearest mother and participated in several forms of sports giving me a fair degree with athleticism. Though that is quite boring if I do say so myself. This," Daiki paused, producing a beacon of light in his right palm. "This is often what garners most people's attention."

Eeveemaster9 May 18th, 2012 10:41 AM

Chapter 4 – Preserias – God District

"For your sake, I do hope you are right. Well perhaps not you personally. Your... Employees then,"

Preserias looked over at Daiki due to the wording of the comment. Nobody used the term "Employee" anymore, except when you were of the same status of the person you were talking about. The angel let it slide, believing that the humans had different definitions for everything. He was most likely speaking about the servants that catered to the guests of the ship.

Preserias did not check on Daiki until they had gotten to their destination. He wasn't at all interested in what the human's reaction was like to the fancy cruise ship. Not only because he didn't own it, but because it had nothing to do with the task at hand. He, however, spotted the slightest flex of the man's fist, and sat up a little taller in his seat. Daiki certainly didn't appear to be the violent type, but looks could be deceiving. Just look at Bernkastel. Nobody expected a fourteen-year-old girl to have such immense power to override all the young adults.

And, he listened. He listened politely to what Daiki had to say in response to his questions. He did not interrupt, and gave the man his full attention. All government officials, no matter from what district, had to have a sense of silence within themselves. The ability to listen to someone other than themselves, unlike those from the pre-supernatural age.

"This is often what garners most of people's attention."

The focus was set on the small orb of light in the human's hand. How peculiar... Though there were some human wizards in the district, many only had one of the four main elements. Light was rarity. Even for angels, the amount of light-magic users were not higher than any other element. This was quite sad if you really thought about it; more void magic than light.

"You would be suprised at what may be deemed undesirable in the God's land, Daiki. There has been a Human winner in the past eight years, so your chances are not as feeble as you say." His hands threaded together in thought. "I would like to see your skills of the sword sometime before the boat arrives in the new land. Cooking is an excellent skill to have as not to poison yourself. I cannot say how many times I've seen even angels fall from having improperly cooked the squirrel at fire, or the vampires whom drink the blood of the diseased."

"Your light is perhaps your best asset. If you can keep this talent between us, it will become a valuable tool in startling your opponents. Though I cannot name the offensive purposes of this magic off the top of my head, I can say that defense is more needed than attack at times. I am impressed that someone of your age has the ability to manipulate this energy."

"As you had said to have kept yourself updated... To who do you suppose you can make an alliance with before the Games begin?"

Chapter 4 – Venius Cloud – God District

The reaction was to be expected. Raike didn't exactly seem to like Venius at the moment. The God watched with curious eyes as Raike strategically cut up the egg patties into neat rectangular pieces. He continued to study this behavior with a growing interest; not at all bothered that Raike ate and left none. What was more concerning was the lack of mess from such a fast feast of breakfast. Even Gods weren't as tidy as this human. It was peculiar.

"On the contrary, Raike." He smiled and leaned back. "You have manners. You just don't express them towards other people. You certainly respect your area and food enough not to make a mess. That is admirable. Then again, it's not like this is an eating competition. It'll definitely be amusing to watch how you care for your food in the Games."

"Of course you wouldn't tell your strategies. I've only seen a few people in my life who were too confident and stupid to throw it all there." Venius gazed back down at his drink. "I suppose you don't need much help with the interview itself. It's very brief, and only a few questions may be asked. Perhaps your best bet would be to show your humor. Amuse the Goddesses. Most Gods, in my opinion, are boring. They wouldn't mind a human with some spice and flare."

He grinned, and chuckled lightly at Raike's impression of an old-time truck driver. Well, the boy was certainly humorous. Venius doubted he would have trouble making the audience laugh. Laughter was good, because it meant he could entertain them simply with words and harmless gestures.

With a flick of his wrist, he flipped his fork, and stabbed a piece of freshly cut strawberry. "It also helps that you're not humble. I suppose we can work without any sort of alliance with the others." He didn't react to them being called prisoners. The young God only reacted to the sudden sheilds that stopped him from seeking out Raike's thoughts. The reaction was a flinch, then another fruit stab. It gave way to a light headache. He rarely had this sort of issue among others. Only those literally more powerful than he, could block out his ability. Not very many people trained their mind as well as their body. How interesting...

"Yeesh. Relax. it's not like the changes will be permanent, either. Nothing fruity. I swear." He took a sip of water. "Really, I was going to have you go as is, with some minor changes. I am wanting to make a replica of your boots. This replica will burn your footprints into the flooring temporarily. It will give the impression of danger. Goddesses like dangerous, rebellious men." He smirked. "Any objections?"

Chapter 4 – Amasus - Ryuu's Opponent
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Legend May 21st, 2012 4:28 PM

"As you had said to have kept yourself updated... To who do you suppose you can make an alliance with before the Games begin?"

Daiki nodded and took a seat across from Perserias and looked at the angel with a rather blank impression. He hadn't really thought about alliances much, firmly believing that the game was nothing more than a battle royale in which competitors fought for the amusement of the Gods. It was a deplorable and morally wrong for the Gods to have children to do such a thing, but sadly he could not stop it being that he was a lower being. Even the supernatural had to bow down before them. Daiki internally sighed and tried to remember the names and faces of his fellow competitors, though he almost wanted to call them victims. His memory was blurry on many, causing Daiki to feel rather indifferent towards many. Daiki immediately crossed off any idea of allying with any of the humans such as Nokoto and Raike seeing how they were his direct competition. In theory, if they died and Daiki could hide from the others, he could survive. So any alliance with them was counter productive. The vampires Kerin, Fang, Shiro, Cyro and Scarlet gave Daiki the chills for the most part. He was never a fan of the race, since in general they displayed great spite towards humans. It made interaction with them awkward and at times difficult. Though Daiki did find Marisa quite adorable, feeling an urge to pinch her cheeks. Hopefully she wouldn't try to bite him afterwards. The Angels were a race Daiki always admired, but sadly only Amelia left any impression on him due to her dazzling beauty. Shizuka, Pewie and Kaito were forgettable, while Akira simply rubbed Daiki the wrong way as a poor representation of the Angels. This left the Demons as the last group and certainly the most diverse. Daiki found Xavier and Ryuu unnerving, especially the violent reputation Ryuu developed. Paris was certainly alluring. But…

"If I had to choose an ally, it would have to be the Lady Bernkastel. She is a two time winner, so her experience would prove greatly valuable. Also, one has to be quite powerful to win twice. Being the weak human I am, I need all the strength on my side. And her beauty is something to behold. Oh, how I wish I could meet the Lady in different circumstances. If I was to pursue an alliance with her, how would I go about it? And…you claim my powers could be useful, but I don't see how making bright lights could be useful?"

Eeveemaster9 May 22nd, 2012 9:33 PM

Chapter 4 – Preserias – God District

When was a worse time? Before, or after the Gods reign?

That is much like the topic of religion or politics. It wasn't something you talked about out loud, but always pondered in the crevices of even the most busy mind.

Preserias knew his own opinion, and knew that most would not agree to it. The Gods certainly would, though.

He believed that before, was the worst. Population in the billions in Humans alone, with not enough resources to feed all those mouths. Even then, men with their hungry eyes and women with their dull sense of protection multiplied. There was violence over food and shelter. In the most recent years before the Gods, Holy Wars. Religions whom survived the idea of supernaturals bent to the ways of blood. Even the nature-based, peace religions were forced into these brawls for the rights of their followers. Millions died, before the Gods took a stand. They killed many of the diseased, crippled, and elderly, leaving only what stands today. Continents were shifted, or completely destroyed off the map. Was it for a good reason? Yes.

The world had been in ruins. And the Gods gave order to a breeding frenzy. Sure, there wasn't much food now for the regular citizens, but it was better than starving for three days and eating whatever vegetation could grow in the wounded earth. Many alone died from poisonous herbs; hunger overwhelming them to the point of madness.

Sure, the Gods had more than enough to go around now, but they deserved it. At least they weren't breeding and wasting precious supplies. They made use of their space, so much of their own continent was fields and forestlands. It took four years for the trees to grow back; even with the held of nature Goddesses. Not just the humans, but every other species had screwed up. And they paid for it.

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Bernkastel was one of the more obvious choices as an ally. As Daiki had stated, she had won twice in the games, thus was powerful and knowledgeable. She had experienced two different senarios; both handled differently and with skill. Only a handful of others had a skill that could even come close to hers. Survival. Bern, however, thrived in these games.

"Always, she has a few rules that, if met, can mean an alliance. I would say that she is more likely to wait for you to ask, than approach you herself. Her main concern would be protection for herself, and her other allies. So be sure you know who her allies are before you ask."

Preserias tapped the table with his finger. "As for your magic abilities, light can be used for distraction purposes. Set up decoys to swerve your enemies in the wrong direction. Blind your foes, or disorient them with flashing, moving balls of light. Light can be used to brighten caves and places of hiding. One would be able to travel at night just like the vampires, and gain ground much quicker in comparison to the other humans."

Skymin May 23rd, 2012 3:48 PM

His studio? Where was that if there were limited parking spaces? Well... it didn't sound too bad. Without debating the topic, Kerin followed the what he thought was a really tall vampire to the elevator. Raum led the way, pushing the buttons, stepping out at the right floor (which was the bottom floor) and outside into the sun. It was a little odd to see this place in the light; Kerin had only seen it the night before last when he came here in the pouring rain. Then, Kerin almost fell over as he heard the pop of an opening umbrella and Raum shielding himself from the sunlight. Why, the sun wasn't that hot. In fact, it felt warm and pleasant. So why...? Well, it didn't matter a whole lot.

A voice called out to them (well, to Raum) and Kerin turned his head with his guide's, noticing a man running towards them. He gave Raum a note and left as soon as he came. Kerin didn't take much notice of it but when he felt eyes on his neck, he looked back him.

"Nothing too important," the guide said.

"Right," Kerin blinked. He didn't care that much.

With a whistle from Raum, a sleek white and pretty luxurious car pulled up to them, with servants dressed to suit the car. They immediately tended to the man and with a wave of his hand, Kerin followed him in.

Conversation felt even more awkward than Kerin was.

"Last year I had a demon, so this is a wonderful change of pace for me~ Perhaps if you win, I can have another vampire next year~! Vampires are so much easier to work with," Kerin didn't say anything, feeling a little distasteful at being called a vampire. Of course, that's what he was but no, he wasn't. He didn't really like vampires but had to live with them. He was... what was he?

He didn't take much notice of outside and was barely as excited as his guide was. Kerin kept his eyes on his feet trying to practice keeping a small flame in his hands until Raum decided to point something out.

"These are where most of the Victors live after winning the Games~! All except for Bernkastel, of course," he added. Kerin glanced outside only to see possibly the biggest house he had ever laid his eyes on. It was enormous. Nothing could really compare to it, except maybe... a space station? Something really big. The moon perhaps? Was that going too far? And the last one was double the size of most of them! Kerin had only known his dingy house, his old home and right now, the 5-star rooms he lived in at this present time. He secretly wondered what the insides looked like.

"Why doesn't Bernkastel live here?" Kerin asked innocently, staring at the biggest one.

SV May 23rd, 2012 5:27 PM

Ryuu rammed the Earth Wall right into the god, and forced him to the side of a building. Ryuu had a smiled on his face as the wall collided with the concrete of the building, with the god right in between the two. Ryuu didn't ease off on the force, as he attempted to crush the god that lay between the rocks and the buildings. Suddenly, a fist broke through the earth wall Ryuu made, and connected right at Ryuu's face, causing the demon to be flung back right back into the street. The god broke through the rest of the earth that covered him and dusted himself off, turning his attention back at Ryuu, who lay in the middle of the street. Ryuu got up slowly, touching the area the god hit him with his hand, and then checking the hand for blood, which was present. He smiled, and faced back at the god.

"Good." he said, and made a running charge at him. The god met his charge this time, and the two collided right in the middle of the street. The two grasped each other's arms in an attempt to physically overpower the other. Surprising to Ryuu, the god was fairly physically capable, holding off Ryuu's arms with his own. The two seemed evenly matched in strength, at least until it became apparent that the god was slowly being forced toward the ground. Ryuu was still slightly stronger, at least in the physically capabilities. However, the god would have none of it. Using his foot, he positioned it behind Ryuu's back leg, and did a tripping motion to him, causing Ryuu to lose his balance, and before he could get a grip of it, the god managed to let go of Ryuu's arms, and, while Ryuu was still looking for his balance again, unleash a flurry of punches to the demon's face and chest. The motions were a blur, a set of double hits coming one after another with a momentary pause before continuing the rhythm. Each punch connected, with Ryuu unable to withstand the onslaught of the punches. Eventually, the momentum of the punches seemed to catch up with time, and forced Ryuu backward. As Ryuu attempted to gather himself, the god approached once more and unleashed an array of punches, as well as kicks now. Every blow was powerful, and fast. Ryuu couldn't dodge any. Actually, at the moment, he chose neither to dodge or block any, instead waiting for the right moment to commence his own attack. As the god went in with another combo of punch, punch, kick, Ryuu found his opening, and as the god prepared a kick on Ryuu's torso, Ryuu grabbed it. The god seemed to be surprised that Ryuu was able to pick up his leg, not to mention hang on. He tried to break free, but Ryuu would have none of it. He held on with all his might. A smile crept onto Ryuu's face once more, which was bleeding from the mouth and nose from the punches delivered by the god. Moving his head back, Ryuu positioned himself, and with as much force as he could muster, headbutted the god right into his face. Ryuu then moved his head back one more time, and repeated the motion. He leaned back once more, and did it again, and again, and again, until both he and the god’s face were red with blood. Who’s blood it was Ryuu did not know, but at this point, he didn’t care. Ryuu leaned back one last time, and nailed the god once more with a headbutt, and finally released his leg, causing him to be pushed back, holding onto his head as the blood flowed freely. Before the god could get a grip and make a counter, he noticed too late that Ryuu was making a charge at him once more, and rammed right into him, knocking him to the ground. The two struggled to get a grip on each other, with neither succeeding for the moment. Suddenly, the god loosened his hold, causing Ryuu to push forward, only to see the god counter by flinging his body onto the ground. The god then grabbed Ryuu by the neck and shirt, and tossed him into incoming traffic. Ryuu was flowing through the air, unable to control himself as his body passed right in front of an incoming car, and was hit directly by it, the driver unable to stop in time. Ryuu was hit forward, and then flipped over behind the car.

He heard a crack somewhere in his body, but there was too much adrenaline flowing through his body at the moment to determine what exactly he had broken. Trying to ignore the pain, Ryuu stood back up, only to see the god approaching again. Ryuu panted heavily as laughed, noticing his ribs seemed to hurt every time he did so. The god stopped walking towards the demon, and looked around, examining the area. He noticed a bit to the left of Ryuu, next to the sidewalk was a pond full of water. It was time to take the battle to the next step. The god moved his arms around in a fluid motion. Ryuu, not noticing the pond behind him, stared at the god in perplexity, wondering what he was doing. By the time Ryuu figured out that the water was rising behind him and turned, the god launched it right at him, pushing him back a few meters. Ryuu tried to hold his ground, even under the pressure of the attack. The god, however, didn’t give Ryuu a moment to rest as he launched another wave of water right at Ryuu’s chest. Ryuu collapsed on the ground, the pain of the attack throbbing at his chest. Ryuu decided if he was going to fight with water magic, Ryuu would use his own. The god launched another wave of water at Ryuu, but this time Ryuu prepared to counter. Using every ounce of muscle and physical strength he could, he forced the earth in front of him to right in a cluttered set of rocks barely passing for an earth wall, having not enough energy to form a full one. The water bounced off the wall at first, but eventually made its way through the cracks and rammed right at Ryuu, knocking him down. Lying on his back, he looked around to try to find an option of an attack he could use. He could see that the god was coming close, and he was running low on options. He then felt something by his hand, noticing a large chunk of rock next to it. Ryuu grasped it in his hand and rose to his feet inelegantly. The god prepared, and sent another wave of water at Ryuu, who used every bit of energy he could to move out of the way of it. For a moment, he was a blur, which surprised even the god to see Ryuu move like that. He then roared out as he tossed the large rock at the god, combining his own magic attributes with all that was left of his physical strength to increase the speed of the toss. Ryuu smiled as the rock left his hand, and sped forward to the god. The god, then, in a swift motion, caught the rock with his hand, with almost no trouble, seeing the rock cause his hand to bleed a little, and force him a meter back. Ryuu’s smile dropped.

“Well….that was a bit anti-climactic.” Ryuu said, and the god launched a wave of water from the remainder of the pond at Ryuu, who instantly dropped to the ground, plummeting face-first to the concrete, no longer moving. The god smiled, realizing his victory, and prepared to finish off the demon. He approached Ryuu, speaking to him for the first time.

“You need to learn your place…” He said coldly, flipping over Ryuu to his front side. But as he did, Ryuu launched onto him, pressing and holding him onto the ground. He then used earth magic to trap his wrists and ankles, keeping him attached to the ground. The god was so surprised by this sudden tactic that he was unable to do anything to try and stop it, and was trapped by the earth chains. Ryuu then went to the side, and grabbed hold of a car, screaming out loud as he exerted his physical strength to try and lift it up. And lift he did, bringing it over his head as he approached the god and smiled, looking down at the trapped god as a look of dread came onto his face. He struggled to break free, but to no avail, and Ryuu slammed the car right on top of him. Ryuu panted on top of the car as he noticed blood seep through the bottom of the vehicle. But Ryuu wasn’t done yet.

A few moments later, the god managed to break free of the chains and remove the car from on top of him. He looked terrible. His suit had been ruined, and his body was torn and bloody. The god was angry, but also trembling. The demon had pushed him to the edge, and he just wanted to finish him already. But as he looked around, he couldn’t see him anywhere. It appeared as if the demon was gone. But then he heard loud screaming coming from somewhere. At first, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but then he felt as if it was originating from above him. The god looked up, and noticed the demon Ryuu Akuma about to plummet right on top of him. Apparently, as the god struggled to get free from under the car, Ryuu had scaled the walls of the nearby building, and jumped off of it right as the god broke free from under the vehicle. And now, Ryuu was about to use all that force to crush into the god.

And he did. The impact of Ryuu with the god was more like an explosion of force than a crash. The entire ground beneath them both collapsed. Everything that was moveable within 20 meters was either broken apart or reduced to rubble. This was the effect of the second earth magic ability he learned: Aftershock. Dust and smoke piled up in the area as the effect of the blast slowly died down, until it was gone completely. As the dust cleared the air, Ryuu Akuma could be seen sitting on top of the body of what used to be the god he fought, breathing heavily. Ryuu looked around, seeing nobody within the immediate area anymore, nothing but the damage he had caused. Satisfied, he leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling he deserved this rest.

Legend May 25th, 2012 9:13 PM

"Always, she has a few rules that, if met, can mean an alliance. I would say that she is more likely to wait for you to ask, than approach you herself. Her main concern would be protection for herself, and her other allies. So be sure you know who her allies are before you ask."

"I suppose I could take my chances regardless. If she has a number of alliances and I propose my own membership into her…team, for lack of better phrasing, then I acquire more allies in one single move. I suspect I will require them. Though, I am unsure of how to approach a lady of her stature with such a notion. I doubt I can waltz up to her and simple request permission to join her squad," Daiki said, before slouching into a chair burying his face into his hands. Clearly the stress of the games was getting to him, whether or not he would like to admit such a harsh reality. How could a human like him stand to face to face with angels, demons and vampires in a land of Gods? Humanity has no place in this world.

"As for your magic abilities, light can be used for distraction purposes. Set up decoys to swerve your enemies in the wrong direction. Blind your foes, or disorient them with flashing, moving balls of light. Light can be used to brighten caves and places of hiding. One would be able to travel at night just like the vampires, and gain ground much quicker in comparison to the other humans."

"This light hardly sounds effective in a competition that is often decided in combat, rather than a test of survival. I am not stupid enough to remain oblivious to the fact that Gods find this whole escapade entertaining and have constructed this whole thing as a means of keeping themselves distracted from their ideal lives for a few days. They want us to fight. They want us to die in glorious combat to satisfy their desire for blood and gore," Daiki groaned, before stomping over to the window overlooking the sea floor, staring into the deep ocean. His mind felt at ease for a moment or two, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"I never imagined I would find myself in these games. I never really understood the selection process to be honest, but every year my mother would reassure that my sister and I would never be selected. And every year she was right. I thought that I could move on with my life, get married, have a few kids to pass on the name and ride off into the sunset like in one of my stories. But now, I find myself trapped on this boat, mere hours from an untimely fate after a tussle with the devil. Such a fate I would never wish to bestow upon my worst of enemies in any fashion. I suppose in more regular competition I would fancy my chances as fairly good, but here....here I do not experience such confidence. With such opponents commanding powers and abilities far greater than my own, I pose you this question: What chance do I really have?"

Eeveemaster9 May 29th, 2012 10:25 AM

Chapter 4 – Preserias – God District

"Get her attention. Make her interested in who you are. A good chance would be at the interview. She would have to watch."

"This light hardly sounds effective in a competition that is often decided in combat, rather than a test of survival. I am not stupid enough to remain oblivious to the fact that Gods find this whole escapade entertaining and have constructed this whole thing as a means of keeping themselves distracted from their ideal lives for a few days. They want us to fight. They want us to die in glorious combat to satisfy their desire for blood and gore,"

The angel sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.

"The games aren't just about combat. During the second season, a lone human girl won by hiding out and waiting until the very end. That was a very bloody game, and she managed to get out with a few cuts and a concussion. If she can do it without magic, you certainly can with light magic." At least he was attempting to cheer Daiki up. If he was a demon or vampire, he probably wouldn't... Say 'suck it up' and then push him into the arena, more like it.

"It isn't just that. I would hate to get into politics here, but that is where it's leading."

His fingers tapped on the leather armrests, and smoothed over thoughtfully.

"There are three reasons to the Population Games. One, for entertainment. The government likes keeping the citizens of their district under a reality that nothing can hurt them unless they ask for it. They use the Games as a subtle reminder of what happens if you go against them and their views. The citizens happily obey, and smash on their makeup."

That was one reason why he was happy to be an adult in the angel realm. At least he wasn't surrounded by clowns and superheros.

"The second reason, is that they don't want the population of humans, angels, demons, and vampires to become a challenge. They respect the resources they have, and don't wish to waste it on lower beings. The Games not only kills at least twenty teenagers, but causes many women to not want to have babies. They don't want to give birth to a child that may be killed before their very eyes."

Before uttering the final reason, Preserias glanced around the room casually, and watched Daiki from his chair. "The third reason, is that they do not want a rebellion. The Games scare the weak, and those who may pose to be a problem in the future as adults are sent to be slaughtered or become servants."

He caught a laugh in his throat, and leaned back his head. That was basically how the world worked now. The High Gods had their power with these games.

"I suggest not telling Bernkastel you got into a 'tussle with the Devil'. She'll take you seriously."

"With such opponents commanding powers and abilities far greater than my own, I pose you this question: What chance do I really have?"

"To be completely honest, I can't say, Daiki. I have not seen you perform, and have only heard your modest words describing talent." He pulled out a slim electronic device, and started it up. It was silver, and fit in the palm of his hand perfectly. A hologram hovered just above, and he shifted his fingers through the controls. This was high technology that not even noble families could obtain. Everyone in the God District had one, of course. And a few high officials in the other districts. Being an angel and owning one was like a badge of authority. He read the text on the screen quietly to himself.

"Well, factoring everything, and saying that you do not get any sort of alliance with a supernatural... About a 10% survival rate. If you got an alliance with Bernkastel, then it would be 29% survival rate. If she happens to like you in particular and you stay with her through most of the games, then 48%. Bernkastel will protect whoever she can. Sometimes that bites her later on, but she doesn't mind."

Chapter 4 – Raum - God District

"I don't know, actually. I suppose it's because she can't be in the drawings for the Population Games if she lived her? It's always a big show when she's in the God's district, though~!"

He smiled at Kerin, and looked off through the other window. Though, he had but a moment's look before his view was obstructed by a harsh wall of concrete. He blinked, and sat back in his seat with the parasol on his lap. They appeared to be in a tunnel of some kind, because everything had gone dark. Suddenly, they were stopped and the servants hopped out on cue. Not a minute later, two new servants returned; both girls in sleek business-like black jackets and dress pants. Defining them as servants were the thin bands of silver on their wrists. All servants, even the ones back in the Training Arena, seemed to have them. A symbol of a flower inside a triangle pressed white neatly into their chest like a badge.

Raum was not surprised. It was a usual thing to happen, so he didn't bother explaining it to Kerin. He didn't know these two servants either, so that didn't help. The started back up, and drove off again in the same direction they had been heading in. A minute later, they stopped yet again and the driver window was rolled down. There were lights, so they were able to see their surroundings for once. It was like those police checks on the streets of the vampire district. Black-outfitted officers hung along the walls quietly, while another spoke with the woman servant in the car. Up ahead, was a blank wall of nothingness. A dead end.

"Four passengers, sir. Two servants of FL rank, owner number 237 Raum Omairus, and his assigned Population Games participant of this year, Kerin Knight from the Vampire District... Approximately four-hour visiting period." She spoke like a drone. Like she had said the basic thing a million times before.

The officer backed off upon confirmation, and signalled to someone whom was apparently on the ceiling. "Clear for entry,"

Before them, the wall groaned lightly with effort. A sliver of light came out from underneath, which quickly widened like the gasping mouth of God himself. As soon as the clearance was high enough, the car gained momentum, and flew forward out of the tunnel.

Once Raum's eyes adjusted to the light, he looked out the window calmly. He had seen the place so many times, he didn't have the same excitement as he had the first three hundred times. Yet, he still couldn't help but smile.

They were in what could only be described as a classic stadium dome. A city grew inside like a private paradise situated a part from the outside world. There were no signs of oppressive behavior, or the waiting Population Games.

(To Be Edited)

SkyisUmbreon June 1st, 2012 2:28 PM

Raike Destan: Human District

-Raike couldn't help but grin at the the last thing Venius had said about the goddesses liking his kind of person. He may be the most despised person in his district, shunned by humanity, but that didn't mean he was still a man. His smile soon vanished, as he knew he couldn't and would never even think of doing if taking advantage of any woman, he despised that kind of person, and he wouldn't bother getting that close to anyone anyway. He felt somehow that Venius was actually trying to help him, even if he was a god, a young one at that. He began to wonder if gods actually aged or if they just had the ability to change their appearance, because despite the height, Venius looked almost the same age as Raike.

Still, he had attempted to access Raike's thoughts, he had felt it the hard thump on the outer ring of his mind, surrounded by the walls. He arched a brow in conclusion, leaning forward and taking a pear out of the bowl of fruits, glaring a Venius still.-


"Watch where your mind wanders, young one, I haven't only been taught to keep people out. Next time you might not only get rebounded. Now, I will not trust you, nor will I forgive your kind for torturing us like a group of animals. I will however be depending on you to get the support from sponsors that I need in order to survive in the arena."

-He took a bite out of the pear, and in the bite seemed to vanish all the contempt and tenseness that was in Raike's voice only seconds ago, and he grinned.-

"So what exactly do these goddesses enjoy about so-called "bad boys?"

Legend June 10th, 2012 3:45 PM

Daiki hoped that no matter what that Preserias was not a father, for he was not good at comforting people. Reciting old stories about the success of "weaker" human contestants was hardly skillful comforting. Though, receiving hugs would probably be awkward. The exploits of the human winner was a familiar tale, of which Daiki remembers fondly. He admired her abilities as a survivor and was surprised she won, but perhaps that is why he did not comfort him. Daiki felt…useless in comparison. He lacked the resolve to go the lengths that she did, and it did not help that he was not particularly skilled. At least not in his mind. Others begged to differ, but Daiki ignored their compliments completely citing there is always someone better than you.

Daiki also hoped at this point that Preserias was not a teacher or politician with any sort of influence for he fed Daiki ridiculous reasons for the purpose of the Population Games. "There are three reasons to the Population Games. One, for entertainment. The government likes keeping the citizens of their district under a reality that nothing can hurt them unless they ask for it. They use the Games as a subtle reminder of what happens if you go against them and their views. The citizens happily obey, and smash on their makeup. The second reason, is that they don't want the population of humans, angels, demons, and vampires to become a challenge. They respect the resources they have, and don't wish to waste it on lower beings. The Games not only kills at least twenty teenagers, but causes many women to not want to have babies. They don't want to give birth to a child that may be killed before their very eyes. The third reason, is that they do not want a rebellion. The Games scare the weak, and those who may pose to be a problem in the future as adults are sent to be slaughtered or become servants."

Daiki chuckled a bit. "Those must be among the most foolish of justifications for such a vile act by this government. Entertainment is given, I cannot dispute that. And they do serve as a grim reminder of what happens to…non-believers of their propaganda. All the Gods seem to care is entertainment, at least from what I have seen. As a result, nearly every other district (especially the human one, but nobody seems to remember we exist) suffers descending into terrible conditions that I cannot find the words to describe. The Gods oppress their subjects with their displays of power and manipulation. They outnumber us and simply use whatever leftovers of their conquests to fill up arenas to watch their subjects squirm. Humans, at the very least, live in fear. Not happiness. So I suppose I must commend the Gods for being efficient in their rule, but it does not mean I must agree with their methods. They are better ways to rule an entire world," Daiki said, looking at Preserias in the eyes thinking of how he would rule in the God's place if such a thing was possible. Daiki was perhaps too kind to be a ruler of the God's stature. That is what mother always said, when Daiki expressed his aspirations to be a King or some equivalent. His reign would likely be marked by ineffectiveness, disorder, teetering onto chaos, but only in government buildings. Daiki's people would be happy. He was confident in that. It was that vision that made Daiki hope in the deepest parts of his heart that the God's tyranny would come to an end, crashing all around them like a house of cards. Truthfully, Daiki believed that if a rebellion started it would rapidly progress into a powerful movement. A snowball effect. But then….but then Daiki remembered something. These were Gods. They didn't live by the same rules. They never seemed to lose at anything. They had absolute control. Any rebellion would die out before it got started. The snowball would be defeated by a flamethrower.

Daiki became more than crestfallen at that point, practically ignoring at any other attempt at conversation on the part of Preserias. It was not until he revealed the fact he had a slim electronic device on his person that Daiki's attention was captured once again. Daiki, being quite learned, recognized the device as something that often distinguishes one from the rest. Nobles could not capture such devices even with connections established by long days of networking and underhanded bribes. The Gods liked the feeling of superiority and these devices solidified that fact. The fact that Preserias owned one could only mean one thing: He was important. Likely a high ranking official of some sort. This made his political debate all the more surprising. Perhaps Preserias shared Daiki's views? No, not likely. Being sympathetic was a stronger possibility.

"Well, factoring everything, and saying that you do not get any sort of alliance with a supernatural... About a 10% survival rate. If you got an alliance with Bernkastel, then it would be 29% survival rate. If she happens to like you in particular and you stay with her through most of the games, then 48%. Bernkastel will protect whoever she can. Sometimes that bites her later on, but she doesn't mind."

"My chances do not look good then," Daiki sighed. "Any way-" Daiki swayed a bit, losing his balance. "Sorry I did not eat anything yet. Seems I must break my fast."

Eeveemaster9 June 13th, 2012 9:26 PM

Chapter 4 – Venius Cloud – God District

"Watch where your mind wanders, young one, I haven't only been taught to keep people out. Next time you might not only get rebounded. Now, I will not trust you, nor will I forgive your kind for torturing us like a group of animals. I will however be depending on you to get the support from sponsors that I need in order to survive in the arena."

Venius flinched at Raike's tone, and quickly grabbed his glass to recover. What he hadn't realized, was that his recovery looked quite silly because, it was empty when he tilted it back to sip. Flustered panic was taking over. Normally he wouldn't lose himself so easily. It was basically his job aside from being Raike's guide, to stay calm and presentable. So, something like this came as a shock to the God. All he could do was laugh nervously and refill his glass.

"If it makes you feel better, I do that with everyone. I didn't think a human would be able to block my ability. Uh, sorry..." Raike was certainly interesting. Someone would have had to teach him how to block readings. Meaning, another human could teach this in secrecy to many individual humans.

He sighed deeply, and scratched the back of his head in basic defeat.

"There's so much order in the God's District, that the Goddesses automatically like anyone who has the heart to be rebellious in any way. Victor's have very few rules to follow, and even if they do break these rules, they're let off with a finger shake and a stern 'don't do it again'. To not be a Victor and already have mysterious, rebellious qualities is desireable."

The man reached into his pockets, and pulled out two slim objects. They both caught the lights of the room and reflected them back with their shiny silver-black coating. One was a container, another was some sort of electrical device, similar to a Pre-Modern phone.

"These are two things everyone must carry on them in the God's District." He held up the device. "This is a Personal Identification Device. It's basically every piece of information in a compact design. It holds information on the owner, and allows access to any sort of things you could ever want on a person. I could look up your name and find out where you live, what you want to excel or fail in, what your family tree is like, what health conditions you may develop, any predictions related to you..."

He raised his eyebrows. "Because information is distributed to whoever wants it, it keeps citizens from doing anything that may ruin their reputation. Victors can hide most information about themselves if they want. If I checked Bernkastel's profile, it would be the cleanest one with only a couple paragraphs and obvious traits like eye color. Checking, say, the wife of one of the Victors, would produce the cleanest Goddess profile. But, I can tell you that she probably also has the biggest unknown criminal record."

He clicked open his container and showed Raiki the contents. There were small capsule pills, each with their own section. One red, yellow, and green pills, and two white.

"All citizens also carry similar pills based on job, lifestyle, appearance... That sort of thing. The white pill is for calming nerves. The yellow is for depression. The green substitutes for several glasses of water. The red pill is the only one that everyone else has. Regular citizens do not know what it does, but I know that it erases twenty-four hours of memory. Quite useful, don't you think?"

He snapped it closed. "Anyways. Victors have an option to have all of these things. Wives and husbands of them get lee-way. This is because if everything was completely strict, there would be more rebels than what the Gods need to control the districts. The minimal rebels we have give reassurance to the citizen Gods and Goddesses that the government isn't in complete control, when really they basically are."

He drank from his glass. How much water had he consumed in this time frame? Three glasses? Four? "It also helps that you're good looking, even though you're a human."

Chapter 4 – Preserias – God District

Preserias pushed his hands on the armrests to take a stand from his seating. Though he did not approach Daiki, he did listen to what the boy had to say on the matter at discussion. He occassionally looked over at the human as to show he had some of the angel's attention. The rest was focused on their surroundings. Casually, Preserias circled the room and checked practically everywhere. For what, one probably wouldn't guess. He was checking the room to see if it had been bugged. Even though the cruise ship had unexpectedly been their transport, Preserias was curious as to see if the Gods had any flaw. Did they fail to monitor their latest participant?

"I agree that there are better ways. These Gods lust power, not peace."

Smiling, Preserias uncovered the silk shading of a light fixture mounted on the wall, to find a flexible metal device hugging the back of the bulb. Carefully, he peeled the flashing tracker from the metal and stick it back on the bulb; only taking what he had been looking for. Smoothly, he shut it off with the disconnection of the wires. He slipped it into his pocket and made his way over to Daiki.

"My chances do not look good then," Daiki sighed.

"Not at all, Daiki. 48% is an excellent percentage, taking into consideration you have some pretty powerful and bloodthirsty competition--"

Preserias jerked forward slightly when the young man swayed with hunger. The angel straightened as Daiki caught himself; possibly meaning to catch the human had he fallen.

"Sorry I did not eat anything yet. Seems I must break my fast."

He smiled, and shook his head. "You should have told me earlier. I'll go find my... Employees, to see that they make you some food." The word was foreign on his tongue, but seemed to be the appropriate word to use rather than 'servant'.

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Mere minutes passed, and Preserias returned. He held open the door to allow the servants entry. Three in total carried the things necessary for a grand breakfast. They wore suits of pressed white, with sewn-in badges on the left shoulder. The younger one, a girl, unfolded the tablecloth that had been hung on her arm, to cover the single rectangular table in the room (Yes, even she was wearing the suits. It seemed to be the dress-code of the ship's crew). The two men at her side swiftly changed the once bare white surface, into a glamorous feast of the morning. Not only was there baskets of fresh fruit and bread rolls, but towers of perfect fruit-based muffins and two pitchers of drink. One was of milk, the other of some sort of purple concoction. Dishes were set off to the side along with utensils and napkins.

As they did this and put the decorations of fresh flowers, Preserias leaned against the doorway with the device from before pressed against his ear. He was speaking into it, to someone on the other end. A quiet tone, as so the servants across the room did not overhear. Daiki, however, could. And Preserias made it clear that he knew, by giving the human eye contact.

"It was unexpected. I had only gotten the call this early morning as to the details."

He paused, and watched the servants smile at Daiki politely, and slip out the door. Preserias shut it tightly, and held up a finger to the man as to say 'one minute'.

He cleared his throat and checked his silver watch. "It did not occur to me that I would be staying in the God's Realm for more than a day."

Preserias lifted the phone from his ear slightly. Perhaps because the person on the other end raised their voice?

"I understand. It is quite unfortunate that the district lost their leader so recently, and then I myself ended up becoming busy with these Game preparations. As you say, the Angel District cannot run without a leader for the time I will be gone, so please appoint the position to Kalsis temporarily until then."

He removed the phone away from his head, and clicked it off. He nodded to the table. "Help yourself to the food, Daiki."

Legend June 15th, 2012 9:25 PM

Daiki slouched into the chair after Preserias left. He never felt so weak before. But then again, he had woken up early and had his entire life take an 180 degree turn. He covered his face with his hands, peering through the small gaps of his fingers into the dim lights of the room. He had wondered what ill fate was in store of him, and did he do to deserve such a thing. But then…Daiki realized something. Perhaps it was Preserias pep talk. Perhaps it was an epiphany. Perhaps it nothing deep at all and just a random thought that echoed in his head. Why was he worried? Why did it matter whether or not he was going to live or die? Did death really scare him so? Daiki never gave it much thought before now and that was probably the explanation for why he became so distraught. When speaking with his mother, Daiki simply said what he said to reassure her and to give her a peace of mind, but he never gave it much thought. He never really was concerned about his own well being till now. That must of been the effect of the games. The intended effect. Reduce one to their purest instinct and force them to fight to the death. For whatever reason, speaking to Preserias relaxed him and made Daiki realize that none of it really mattered in the end. His worries and concerns would only hinder him. What would benefit his survival the most was not dreading his own demise…no, it would be to find a purpose. To find some reason to survive.

Perhaps, Preserias could assist Daiki in this quest to find a deeper purpose to compete in the games and strive for victory. Even if the reason was a weak one and nothing more than an excuse to indulge in violence, something Daiki never enjoyed in the slightest. As much as Daiki disliked Preserias political stances (or excuses) Daiki could not ignore the apparent kindness he showed in his talks with Daiki and be seemingly ready to catch himi in his moment of weakness. But would it be right to ask someone to give him a reason to fight? Shouldn't one's desire to survive be enough?

Preserias strode into the room, providing aid to the employees of the ship in their attempt to offer Daiki nourishment of the most opulent kind. Daiki was somewhat used to this of dining, but there was something about the feel of the meal that made everything…different. Daiki couldn't quite articulate. Regardless, Daiki was pleasantly surprised by the whole display. After everything was finished being placed, Daiki bowed slightly in his seat: "Thank you for the fine meal. I wish I could repay you in some fashion. Though working on this ship in itself must be nice in its own way." Daiki presumed their uniforms were a result of having fairly permeant employment for the Gods. The ship was amazing and being surrounded by such beauty must be nice. Though Daiki couldn't help but wonder if there was a catch. He certainly hope there was not one.

Curious as to why Preserias did not join him, Daiki observed the angel on the wall, planted against the wall with the device against his ear. It was a phone too? Daiki could tell there was a conversation being had. And Preserias knew that. His gaze matched Daiki's own. Entranced by the conversation, Daiki listened in, cutting off any attempts to eat or engage in conversation with the servants except for asking them to pour him a glass of milk (though he preferred tea or coffee in the morning). Daiki caught one detail. One that explained a lot of Preserias knowledge, eloquence and importance: He was the district leader for the Angels. The new one it would seem, as Daiki was sure there was another one. The name escaped him at the time, but Daiki could swear that the name was in the headlines recently. Wasn't one of the competitors related to the leader? If so, why was his guide suddenly promoted? All of this was quite confusing especially since Daiki was catching all of this out of context and offhand.

Speaking of his guide, Preserias returned to the table, insisting Daiki consume food.

"Only if you join me, district leader," Daki said with a nod of acknowledgement. "When was your promotion? If I recall correctly, there was another leader. The name escapes me, however."

SkyisUmbreon June 16th, 2012 3:48 PM

Raike Destan: Human District Contractee

-Raike only shrugged at Venius's unsaid defeat and picked up a mug of coffee grimacing slightly at the taste as is rolled down his throat. He didn't enjoy coffee really, but he could feel his weariness beginning to cause his eyes to droop and lower. As soon as the liquid touched his tongue he felt the fatigue being beaten back with a metal broom and he sat up straighter. Placing the mug down on the fine table, he took another bite out of the sweet pear, chewing thoughtfully. Everything in the God's district could be nothing less than perfect and no less abstract; moving away from that thought he spoke with a note of finality and frankness.-

"Well given the certain devices you claim everyone here uses in everyday life, you'll have to excuse me in saying that you all are a collection of fake posers. I will also say that I guess the saying, "Be happy with who you are" never reached here, or was censored for being to individualistic, which is very sad indeed. Your president is an *******."

-Sitting back in his seat he crossed his arms defiantly and glared at Venius, daring to say something about it, but then decided to add something else.-

"I hope you're precious district also realizes they have been turned into prisoners, and tricked into thinking themselves safe. Its a simple government trick, usable by even a 6 year old to gain dominion over the rest of the class. Make them think that if they are not with him, and if they do not follow his rules, they are not going to remain safe. So fueled by fear they rush to his side like ants to their hills. A damn shame.

I am good looking, yes but we will see what happens when the interview comes.... speaking of which, when is it? The time seems to have slipped my mind.""

Eeveemaster9 June 18th, 2012 10:53 AM

Chapter 4 – Venius Cloud – God District

Venius flinched at Raike, and cleared his throat. The human certainly made things uncomfortable. It wasn't like he had a choice to be born a God in this time period. It wasn't like he chose to be Raike's guide. Everything was controlled by the government, and it was not his fault that things were the way they were. The God inhaled deeply and popped his container back open to remove a single white pill. He didn't hesitate to pop it into his mouth and swing down a drink of water. The effects were immediate, and coursed rapidly through his body. He calmed, relaxed, and felt like jelly. Venius felt cool, like ice cubes had been taped to his back. It was nice.

He leaned back with a smile, running a finger around the rim of his glass.

"I would try not to say that during the interview, boy. Otherwise you'll get a bullet through your head. " He looked the human in the eye. "Though I am certainly not saying that I disagree with you. Amazingly, some people actually have a heart for the other species which are forced into these games." He flicked his glass, nearly spilling the small portion of water left. "So don't be throwing me into the mix of 'ants' you have running around your mind. I am a free thinker, and that is exercised by my position."

Venius chuckled softly, and set his glass down. He checked the white-trimmed watch on his left wrist. "Hm... Well, it's near eleven already, and the interview starts at two. I suppose we better get ourselves down there. I have some work to do without you beforehand, so the faster I get you situated and dressed, the better." The God paused. "I'm assuming you don't have to go back to your room for anything?"

Chapter 4 – Preserias – God District

(Joint Post, To Be Editted)

Eeveemaster9 June 29th, 2012 8:20 AM

Chapter 4.5 – Venius Cloud – God District

It was more than just a stadium. It was a palace with a grand stage, awaiting the entertainers to arrive on its surface.

The place was sun-kissed a series of golds and whites for the theme of that year, with spiraling pillars that would make the Romans proud of their Gods. Held upon those pillars, was the main attraction; a reflective mirror that held together three things. Two of the most luxurious chairs sat facing eachother, with a table seperating the two respectfully. Lining the mirror stage, were vines of gold that made up the rail. Couldn't have anyone climbing onto the stage, or falling off, no?

Fanning out from the center like sunflower petals, were the spectator seats. And within thoser finely carved works, sat the eager Gods and Goddesses of the world. The place was big enough to sport nearly the entire population of the God's District. And anyone who couldn't go was exiled. Such a big social event was so important, that anyone who didn't go had to be either extremely poor, or at death's door. For now, the species was calm and collected, but as the lights shifted off from the aisles and onto the centerwork, excited whispers and random cheers blew through. The lights shimmered as though they were encrypted with glitter. A circular panel on the mirror lowered itself into the inside of the "Backstage", and a hush fell over the colorful crowd. The second a figure rose up from it, it was practically a riot. Shouts of joy and entertainment rang like the schoolbells that held God's children indoors during the show. A perfect white smile greeted the citizens, and a hand gestured a welcome.

"Gods and Goddesses of the Realm! Venius Cloud!" The overhead speakers boomed. It was more than just an event. It was a celebration of the long-awaited Population Games. The show before the real show. All this excitement? It wasn't just for him. It was for the boys and girls under the mirror, as well.

Venius walked off the panel as it clicked into place, and moved himself around the stage to catch eye with those lucky enough and wealthy enough to sit right up to the rail. He even reached over at times to take the hands of the young Goddesses. He didn't have a mic on him. He didn't need one, nor was his voice obnoxiously loud. His voice had been amplified specifically to be overheard through the commotion. He was their idol right that moment. Venius Cloud was a name that you talked about over supper. He was the embodiment of entertainment; sometimes seen as the face itself for the most popular reality television show, The Population Games.

"Hello, my fair neighbours!" He addressed them all. The cries grew louder as they all took it upon themselves to reply back.

It took a few minutes for the spectators to settle down, and when they did, Venius took a seat respectfully in one of the chairs. Cameras up on the balconies high up, were aimed at ever inch of the stage as not to miss any surprises.

"It's very nice to see familiar faces from last week's show. But, who wouldn't be here for this special?" He chuckled, and crossed his legs. "Wow... Do we ever have a grand cast for the Games this year... Well! What better to go with a grand Gamemaster? I give you my first guest, Natruo Henayas!" The panel had disappeared once more, and rose back up with Venius' first guest. The man stood tall with a fitted dress shirt of red and black. He looked sharp. His hair had been dyed, perhaps specifically for the occassion, to the blackest of blacks. Though, he still had that spike-style to it. He probably impaled small children on his head. The crowd cheered for him hard, as he was the giver of their favorite show. Of their favorite Victors. The noise quieted down appropriately when he shook hands with his interviewer, and sat down across from him.

"So, Natruo..." And it began.

Eeveemaster9 September 17th, 2012 9:08 PM

Chapter 5 - Let The Games Begin!

Summary:
Your days of relaxation are over, as it is now the day of the games. Gods watch their televisions in excitement and antisipation for their favorite "reality" show to start. However, many who are actually participating in this are not exactly thrilled to get the parts as "Main character". There are no dialogue scripts to follow, or fancy special-effects over a green screen. This is real. As much as the blood courses through your veins, it may be spilled within this deadly game. Welcome to "The Population Games".

What's Happening?:
Today you will wake up at exactly eight o'clock to the sound of your Guide knocking at your door. Upon answering, you will be handed a set of clothing according to your gender and species to change into. You cannot wear anything else, and you cannot pack anything with you (Though you are allowed to pack one wearable heirloom from your district which will be inspected by your Guide. (Such as a pendant, small rock, ring, ect)

After changing, you will be led downstairs to your vehicle. Each participant has their own vehicle to ride with their Guide. You will eat your final meal here, which can be as much as you want, including non-alcoholic drinks.

You will arrive at yet another building, where you will board a hovercraft based on your species. You will be in your own cubicle, so you cannot interact with the other participants here, or at any time before or after.
You will land in an underground base, so you cannot see the outside world (ie: where you are exactly). You will be taken by guards to individual rooms for final preparation by your Guide, before entering a glass tube within the room.

Description of attire (female):
- simple black pants that can only be described as "yoga" pants. You will wear a fitted sports bra and underwear according to your chest size for the most comfortable and flexible fit. The black tanktop will be made fully of cotton, and each participant will be given a black wool coat of light material to be worn overtop. There are exactly two 4'' by 4'' pockets on either side, and it is done up by a black zipper. There is also a hood that can be tightened via the strings on both shoulders. For footwear, women have two options; durable black-grey running shoes with automatic clasp fitting, or 12'' tall boots made specifically for rough terrain and weather conditions (water proof). Optional, is a belt to be worn at the waist and simple black gloves.

Description of attire (male):
- Similar to the female clothing, male participants will wear black pants and a cotton black t-shirt. The coat is indifferent to the female's design, save for the zipper being replaced with metal clasps. The strings for the hood are located at the front (collarbone) and the pockets are in the same place as the females, with the same measurements. Men have two options for shoes. The first option are the running shoes mentioned in the female section with automatic fitting clasps and grip capabilities. Second option, is a pair of 12'' boots also specially designed for all terrain and weather. Optional, is a belt to be worn at the waist and simple black gloves.

Differences In Attire For Species:

Angels - Slits are cut into the backs of the jacket and shirts to perfectly fit your wings. On the left side of the chest, is the Angel District emblem, which will be shown in a later sketch.

Humans - On the left side of the chest is the Human District emblem, which will be shown in a later sketch.

Vampires - On the right side of the chest is the Vampire District emblem, which will be shown in a later sketch.

Demons - Slits are cut into the backs of the jacket and shirts to perfectly fit your wings (The exception is Ryuu, who will not have slits in his clothing). On the right side of the chest is the Demon District emblem, which will be shown in a later sketch.

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OOC: I do hope rocks won't be pelted at me! Pardon the long hiatus.... But this is revived!

SkyisUmbreon October 6th, 2012 7:28 PM

Raike Destan: Human Contractee

(YOSHA! LETS BRING THIS BACK UP TO SPEED!)

-Raike glared at Venius as he was handed the plain set of cloths and told that his normal attire would not be allowed in the games. His right hand trembled resisting the urge not to steal Venius in his modified face. Instead of the usual running shoes, Raike chose to wear the boots, as they were the closest to his own set. Before he left he actually had a type of funeral for his clothes, saying a few words over them before leaving the room and following Venius to the vehicle that would transport them to the hovercraft port. He completely shuts out the crowds and noise as he tried to concentrate on his game plan for the arena and if he would go for weapons or cover first, trying to calculate possible killboxes and safe havens.

Inside the vehicle he ordered only light food, so he wouldn't be weighed down or have to involuntarily bring up what he had eaten. He drank only only a few glasses of water and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes and trying to grab a few more z's. As the vehicle pulled into the hovercraft port, his eyes opened and he looked outside the window at the building, taking in every detail of it. He then glanced back at Venius with a grin that showed acceptance as well as a heavily pitying look.

As Raike walked into the building he shook my head slowly with a sad smile. ~Venius really thinks that he's his own man here in this corrupted district. How muddled are the minds of these people, that they don't realize when they are being controlled and fooled into thinking they are in control.~ Instead of loathing them, Raike began to feel sorry for all of them in the sense that they weren't truly aware of their situation and their surroundings; even high ranking individuals such as Venius. He stepped onto the hovercraft without any sound, only glancing behind him to see Nokoto climb into another hovercraft before she was shielded from his view by the walls of his own craft.

Landing inside some sort of subterranean base, he was escorted by two guards into a room containing the capsule that he would eventually enter and rise to the arena the devious game masters had created to torture them. There were many things to consider about the arena, first of all being that no one was ever sure what it was going to be, location wise. Another thing would be the inhabitants... inhuman, vicious inhabitants nicknamed freaks for shortness sake. He walked over to one of the not too distant walls and leaned against it, glaring at the capsule and crossing his arms. This room would be the last place he would likely be able to see, a plain room with naught besides the tube.-

Legend October 6th, 2012 7:48 PM

Bernkastel Vermillia and Daiki Ethered- Night before the Games



"....." My fingers laced like vines over the handle. I was standing outside, with the setting sun to my back. I had just come back from the city, even though the interviews had ended well over two hours ago. As expected, my Guide relayed that I had an 'astonishing' amount of sponsors this year, which wasn't all that astonishing to me. I had expected it, since I had won twice before. It was just statistics. I knew how to play, so my chances of winning were even greater. I didn't have any emotions to control me, and instead played with five demons like puppets on string. Yet... I was just a larger puppet myself; unable to turn my head to see who was really controlling me. Was it Lord Ashura? The Gods? Or was it someone else entirely?

My eyes flickered back to the door. According to Natruo, the new arrivals would be training directly after the interview in a building seperate from the others, but still nearby so they could go to bed when they were finished. The four of them were beyond this wall, and I could hear the sounds of magick and metal and exhausted people. I felt almost sorry for them... Having to cram in a training session the night before being thrown into the arena... Sighing soft, I dusted off my skirt and entered the building. As soon as I was through the door, I ducked a few inches downward automatically. A knife whizzed past my head, and clattered off the opposite wall. My gaze fell to the vampire girl named Scarlet. "Sorry," She muttered, but it was obvious she didn't mean it. She was definitely not alliance material. However, there was one participant here that had caught my attention the moment I had seen him. "....." I wandered around the stations until I found him with his Guide Preserias. I watched them from afar; curious, but still cautious. After meeting everyone else, I was half-expecting this nice-looking gentleman to be some kind of psycho, or at the very least nothing like what he appeared to be. Yet, the more I watched him now, the less I thought like that.

Preserias was busy with the activity Daiki had chosen to practice at, when his gaze lingered away slightly to a dark figure watching them from over by archery equipment. The angel leaned to Daiki's ear. "Seems you have caught the attention of the two-time winner, Daiki."

"Well, that cannot be good," Daiki said, as stopped firing his magic bolts of energy. It was readily apparent that he didn't want his tricks being seen by others. "I am curious as to why she would bother visiting me. Hopefully, she isn't after my hard earned sponsors." Grabbing a towel from his guide, Daiki wiped his brow of sweat and slowly made his way over to the two time winner. "I shall be back shortly. I cannot bear to waste a lady's time, even if she does want to kill me in less than 24 hours." Daiki approached and smiled as he made eye contact. "What do I owe the pleasure of being visited by the legendary Lady Bernkastel?"

When Daiki stopped his magic, my attention turned to what Preserias uttered to him. Well, that certainly made him stop. Quietly, I held my hands together in front of me, and watched as the human departed from his guide to greet me. "I am hardly legendary. People will forget I existed the moment I die. That's how this society is." I tipped my hat at Daiki. "You did an amazing job at the interviews today, and I have come to properly congratulate you. It seems they have all taken a liking to you, which is very favorable." I looked over in Preserias' direction. "Even more interesting, a human who can manipulate light.... Is this a recent talent?"

"Any time a human does anything these days it could be considered interesting. But no, I could always do so. Not like I will succeed with it tomorrow regardless. Now, may I ask why you visit me of all the tribute?. Do you not bigger and better contestants to spy on? Or request alliances with?" Daiki said. He was skipping right to point. A strange development from Daiki, who always enjoyed a pleasant conversation. It was the pressure of the games, though. He would admit as much if someone asked. It put him on edge. He was nervous, scared maybe, but definitely nervous. He didn't know what to expect, what to do. Perserias told him to make friends, but that was much easier said than done.

I blinked at his straightforwardness. Interesting... "Ah, pardon... I do not wish to waste your precious time with chatter. To the point..." She gazed up at his eyes. "You have caught my interest... And I would like to settle a sort of agreement with you. It would not make sense to go after each other, as one can win from each district." So, his being alive didn't affect the winnings of anyone besides a human. "And actually, I do not do a whole lot of spying. Even now, I was in plain sight."

"Or perhaps you are merely a terrible spy," Daiki said with a cheeky smile. "A deal does interest me, but first answer me this: why me? Surely they are other humans you can make such an agreement with? Such as…Raike? Nokoto?"

My lip flinched, and I forced the smile to not form. "Yes, maybe that is it..." I played along, if nothing more than to fit in. "Why..You?" How to answer that... "I already have an immunity deal with Raike, to be completely truthful. Simply means one less person I have to worry about..." My wings lowered slightly. "I think you are a nice young man, and one of the more deserving to win..."

Daiki smiled at the comment. "Kind words that I did not expect. I apologize for my crude behavior then. I expected more hostility, but then again I am talking to a beautiful young woman. I forgot my manners completely. However, if you want a deal with me, I fear I would have to decline if you already have a pact with Raike. Seeing how he is the most direct threat to my chances of walking out alive, I do not seek to create a conflict of interest with a third party. I am more than aware that you have a number of alliances, Lady Bernkastel, but sadly I regret to inform you that you cannot save everyone. You must pick your allies with greater care. So I will be kind in this exchange. You may choose to ally with me and cancel your previous deal with Mr. Raike, or walk away and pray that you do not see me in the arena," Daiki eyes narrowed at the end with a eerie blue glow.

Was that last bit some kind of threat? I was the one trying to save him, here. "None of my alliances or immunities will have any affect on you. What is made between myself and Raike is not a 'watch my back, I'll watch yours' but a... 'don't attack me, and I won't attack you'. I would not be obligated to save him or help him win. At the same time, if yourself and himself happened to be, say, hanging off a cliff... I would not be obligated to help either of you. An immunity simply means I will not go after you. My demons will not go after you, and my specific allies will not go after you." My eyelids fluttered, and my gaze fell to the archery equipment. "I cannot save everyone, but I will save those I can. I've done it before..."

"Immunities sadly do not interest me right now. I rather have a deal with someone and feel as if I can trust them. An alliance. Not some fickle peace treaty that a mere whim can break. Otherwise, I would be better off on my own," Daiki said, preparing himself to go back to training. "And I do not think I need to remind you that there can only be four winners. I have no idea how you plan to save everyone with that little…handicap. However, if you truly want me on your side I am open to discussion later. You may visit either tonight or find me in the arena before I become a corpse. Till then, milady," Daiki bowed, taking Bern's hand and kissing it lightly. "May the odds be ever in your favor."

I listened quietly to what Daiki had to say. It was too bad he wouldn't even consider an agreement. Perhaps that would be his downfall. He was a nice man, but it seemed like it wouldn't work out if I had an agreement with another human - especially Raike. It would be rude of me to break off my agreement with Raike, not to mention dangerous. He had a contract with Mammon, and Mammon would certainly be on his side if I decided to go against him. I wasn't one to go back on my word to begin with, so the very thought of my doing so was absurd.

I didn't need reminding that there could only be four official winners. I knew that. I had been through this twice already and had somehow survived both times. I wasn't going to explain myself, seeing as a peace-agreement, let alone alliance, seemed impossible between myself and Daiki. Would it be his loss, or mine? Well, it certainly depended on how Daiki dies in the arena... Or which person decided to backstab me this year.

The human took my hand within his own, and I watched as he kissed the top of it. I tilted my head ever so slightly in reaction to this gesture. In all my years alive, the only person who ever did something like that was...

"And may they ever be yours three-fold, Daiki. I shall contemplate your words with utmost care." I really needed to stop thinking I could save everyone I saw. Just how foolish was I? And how many things have I done that I have regretted? Not many, but they would definitely have a negative impact on my game-play this year. I was still angry with myself deep down, that I had let peace slip away so easily between Ryuu and myself. He was the biggest threat to me; moreso than anyone else I had ever encountered. I didn't like having to rely on my Servants, but it would seem I wouldn't have a choice. Ryuu was a physical competitor; something I lacked. I was physically weak, and even though I couldn't express my emotions outwardly, they still affected my thought realm. To Ryuu, his only happiness came through fighting, and his anger drove the train of his power. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared of him.

"Farewell... I do hope we can speak to each other again." With that, I let my hand slip from his, glanced back at Preserias, and turned on my heels. Such a busy night this would be...

Daiki Ethered- Morning of the Games



There came a knocking on Daiki's chamber door. It was 8'o clock. On the dot. That was so like Preserias to be on time, Daiki thought to himself as he stared out the window of his room.

"Come in," Daiki said, wide awake. He barely slept the past night, which was to be expected. He was training with his mentor for most of the night, almost like a cramming session. By the time he was to sleep, it was in the early hours of the morning. Daiki caught a few winks of sleep, but it was meager for the most part. He resolved about half way through the night that he would make up for any lost sleep in the arena. There were ways to escape danger now. Confidence, a once precious resource, had been restored. Daiki found himself almost smiling now.

"I brought your required attire for the games. I went ahead and picked the best set for you, given your skills," Preserias said with a gesture towards the clothing as he placed them on the made bed.

"Excellent," Daiki said as he shuffled through the black shirt, pants, coat, all terrain boots and belt. "Boots, eh? Not exactly my style, my friend."

"I do not think you will need running shoes. Not with your abilities."

All Daiki could do was smile.
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Daiki emerged from his room with his attire on. It was surprisingly comfortable, though he feared for the fact it would be his only outfit for likely a number of days. In other words, it was doomed to smell putrid by the time he would be done in the arena. Alive or dead. The only little accessory he had with him was a necklace with a locket in it.

"I do not recognize that," Preserias said with a discerning look.

"That is because I rarely wear it outside my clothing. There is a picture inside. Of my sister. I figure the crowd would love it," Daiki replied with a sheepish smile. Preserias held in a small chuckle, realizing that Daiki was almost too good at the whole nature of the games. He led his prodigy of a tribute downstairs into the garage of the facility to SUV Limo. It seems that they would ride in style to the games. At least Daiki could enjoy comfort a little longer.

"We will take this car to another building of which you will board a hovercraft to the games. I have prepared a fine meal for you. I suggest you eat up since there is no telling how long it will take to access food in the arena."

"Fine by me. I am hungry anyway."

The ride to the building was lengthy, if only because it traveled at a slow pace. Daiki had little doubt Preserias organized that fact as he wanted to give Daiki time to enjoy his meal of meat, vegetables, fruit, tea, and other delicious food and drink. It was to be Daiki's last presumed meal as anything could happen in the arena. All the other contestants could contract food poisoning, or have sudden fatal heart attacks. Or they could gang up on the new guy in Daiki and kill him in an instant. Daiki hoped that wouldn't be the case. After all, he still wasn't told why the Gods demanded his involvement in the Games.

Daiki munched on his food, pondering his strategy in the Games. Preserias was there, but the talks between the two were kept at a historic low. Daiki expressed a desire for space the previous night, as he knew that he needed to prepare himself mentally and emotionally for the trauma that was going to take place. The inevitable fact that Daiki would likely have to kill people. Or at least experience the death of others. Luckily, he hadn't bonded to anyone (meaning their deaths would be only minor tragedies), barring that fact that he admired the beauty of some of the women here. Hopefully, he wouldn't be forced to fight them.

"We are here, Daiki. Are you ready?"

Daiki took one last bite of steak and crammed his mouth full of bread. With a loud, painful swallow, Daiki mumbled the words: "Of course" before nearly choking. Chugging a pitcher of water, Daiki preceded to step out of the limo and followed his guide to the previously mentioned hovercraft.

"I will meet before you enter the arena. Just keep to yourself on the craft and focus on the mental exercises I gave you. Then we will 'cram' as you aptly said before you go in," Preserias said with a forced smile.

"Aye, my lord."
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Daiki boarded the hovercraft and took his seat, following orders when they were given as to not stir up any trouble. It was exclusively humans, so Daiki caught a glimpse of his only real competition. He did not concern himself with the other races. At least not yet. During the flight, Daiki took Preserias' advice and focused his mind. It was a form of meditation in which Daiki blocked out any fear and anxieties he had. It was to focus on the task on hand. Obtain some more confidence in himself, his abilities, his knowledge, his resources and above all, his heart. Preserias tried to assure Daiki that he had the potential to win, permitting his focused on it. "There is nothing to fear but yourself," he was told. "Conquer thyself and you will conquer all."

Bold words that kept Daiki going.

The hovercraft landed in an underground base that was impossible to decipher the exact location. It didn't really matter. No doubt whatever was outside was deadly to every species here. Part of him wanted to say in the dreary base. Regardless, Daiki followed his escort to his private room where Preserias stood, ready to give Daiki his final preparations.

"Any questions?"

"No."

"Any concerns?"

"None that I have right now."

"So you believe you are ready?"

"I think so. As long as we precede with the plan we have, I will be fine."

"Just remember your part. I remember mine."

Daiki smiled and forced Preseries to shake his head before giving him a brief embrace. Preserias' eyes were a mix of shock, awe, and confusion. "It is a human thing. Get used to it. I am sure I will give you many more when I am done cleaning up the arena."

Those were his last words before entering the glass tube.

Eeveemaster9 October 9th, 2012 2:27 PM

Joint Post - Raike & Mammon

Just before Raike could step into the tube, a red mist mist slipped out from underneath the door, and morphed into the Demon of Manifestation. Her long red hair was down for once, and spilled across her shoulders in perfect curls. Her dress, seeming to be freshly painted in blood, cast down onto the floor in strands of ribbon.

"Hey Raike..." What were you supposed to say to someone who might die in the arena above them?

He met her appearance with a death defying grin, seeming completely oblivious to the arena above him. He stayed on the wall watching her with crossed arms. His eyes scanned her person, noting the new dress that decorated the floor.

"Hey Mammy, I see you followed my advice on that dress of yours..."

-He paused, unsure of what to say next, he was about to be thrown into the deadly arena, so there wasn't much to say to her. They wouldn't likely be able to talk much in the arena openly without being spotted seeing as the cameras would be on everyone from the moment that tube went topside.

"If you have anything to say to me, now would be the time."

"That's what I kinda figured... I can't be seen with you. Only Bern." She frowned, and leaned against the opposite wall. "Which... Sucks..." She sighed, and looked at the tube. She couldn't help him outwardly if he got into trouble. It was a horrible thought, but Raike didn't want anyone to know about their contract.

"Just... Don't do anything rash, please. I know you want to fight Ryuu, but don't do it right at the start... Because even if you do win, you'll be exhausted and wounded. And..."

"What's this? I sense concern for my well being coming from you. But yes, for the good of the both of us, it would be best if you were not seen with me, no matter what. Of course we will still talk mentally but you know the strain it puts on my concentration.

He walked over to her casually, keeping his unwavering grin present on his face. Uncrossing his arms, he reached out and flicked her forehead.

"Dont talk about bad things unless you want to jinx me, and having a contract with Bern and being a demon yourself you know how deadly those can be."

Withdrawing from the pluck he patter he head reassuringly.

"Don't worry about me Mammon, of all people you should know what I can endure."

He began backing towards the tube slowly.

Mammon flinched when her forehead was flicked, and a frown lowered onto her lips.

"I don't believe in jinxes. That's just silly..." Her eyes wavered when he began leaving. What if she did jinx him? What if he did die? An imaginary stone pressed harshly into her ribcage.

"Raike,"

Mammon moved forward quickly, and grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. She stared at his face, unwavering. "...If you can't handle something, ask for my help. Don't think you can handle everything these Gods throw at you. Ryuu isn't the only thing that may threaten your life. If you need power, I'll give it to you. If you need something, I will manifest it."

"And if you need reassurance I won't die, then ready my lips. I won't die. There, I want that on replay in your mind."

He reversed the hold that she had on his sleeve and pulled her closer to him for a hug. After a few seconds, he released her and held her at arms length with a genuine smile labling his face. Taking one hand off of her, he held it open; a few seconds later a small "M" shaped piece of metal materialized and fell into his hand. Holding it he brought up her hand and placed it inside her own, folding it closed afterwards.

"This is my token, and I'm entrusting you to keep it safe, you hear? Its not like you won't be there with me anyway, so I'm sure you'll do what you think is right when the time comes, no matter how much it may piss me off."

After doing this he resumed walking back towards the tube and entered it, but not yet closing it.

"Anything else Mammy?"

Mammon inhaled sharply when she was pulled all so suddenly into Raike. A hug... The demon slowly hugged him back. She liked Raike... Far more than any of her other Contractors. And that was such a bad move on her part, because he had a one in twenty-four chance of dying in the arena above them. Then what? Even if he somehow made it to Hell, he wouldn't be the same. He would just be a lingering human soul...

Mammon's heart sank slightly when the hug ended, but she couldn't help but smile back at Raike. Jeez. Why was he the one comforting her? Shouldn't she be the one being optimistic about his survival? He was the one in danger, after all.

".....?" Mammon watched as he manifested the metal token of her initial, and bit her lip when it was placed inside her hand. It was nice to see that their training had paid off, and he could manifest things such as this... He was better with his fire magic, too. That brought a bit more relief to the demon, and she nodded slowly.

"Yeah. You can count on that, Raike." She looked down at the metal piece momentarily. When she looked back up, Raike was in the tube. Another pang went through her chest.

"Anything else, Mammy?" He had asked. It made her smile just a little bit more.

"Go kill Ryuu." She grinned.

With those final three words, the tube automatically slid shut; cutting off their verbal communication.

SV October 10th, 2012 12:57 AM

It was the second time in the past month that someone else had roused him from his sleep without expecting the usual retaliation from Ryuu. Both were on significant occasions. The first time was when his butler woke him up on the day Ryuu was to be sent off to the Population Games. This second time was the knocking on the door Ryuu heard at 8 in the morning. The day had come. The Population Games were about to begin. In truth, Ryuu had not gotten much sleep last night. He was too enthralled with the revelries that would take place the following morning, so much so that he couldn’t wait for sleep to come for them to begin. So it was in an immediate moment that Ryuu opened the door after hearing the knock. On the other side was Somal. Ryuu paid little mind to what the man had to say, more focused on the clothing he held in his hand, which Ryuu took without question. He had long passed the point where he would argue the trivial ceremonies of the pre-Games. The end result would be worth all the nonsense before, he constantly told himself.

Ryuu quickly put on the clothes given to him, not making the slightest remark to Somal. Whether he asked a question to the demon or not, Ryuu wasn’t sure, and quite frankly at this point didn’t care. He wanted to go through the rest of the mundane activities and begin the games. Ryuu put on the last metal clasp of his coat. The style of clothing provided wasn’t too different than his own, save for a few changes here and there. Obviously he would prefer to wear his own clothes, but at this point, again, it was all inconsequential. Every small action he did now, every step he took, every inhale of his breath, was one small step closer to the ultimate prize. Every burden he relinquished to that end was worth it.

Ryuu was led to what Somal called his ‘vehicle’, where inside waited one final meal for him. Ryuu smirked. He recalled in the human districts existed a custom where human prisoners were given one final meal of their choosing before they would be executed. He found the parallel symbolism amusing. A final meal would be given to the others, many of which knew they were going into a situation where they would inevitably die. Others perhaps gave it a passing thought but firmly denied it on the surface, perhaps to maintain their own sanity. Then there were those who truly believed that they would live and win. There were a few that Ryuu recalled that could fit into that category. Those were the ones that Ryuu wanted to kill the most. To look into the eyes of the most confident right before their death would definitely be worthwhile, knowing that he broke down one so prideful. He wanted to make sure that they looked him in the eyes right before they died, so that not only would they know who it was that sent them from this world, but also so that he could see who they really were before they were sent. Ryuu always believed ones true persona emerged on the eve of one’s death. In many ways, he knew many he had killed so well better than their families ever did. Such a rewarding experience.

The food was everything Ryuu had wanted and expected, and then some, causing him to continue to be reminded of the human custom he had heard of. A last meal. A true last meal. As Ryuu sat through the ride contemplating this while stuff his face, he wondered how truly he should react if this were to really be his last meal. Obviously, he did not believe it to be the case, but Ryuu tried to imagine the scenario that he was not going to win this event, and that the bites of food he was taking really were his last. What then would he do different? Would he chew differently, perhaps slower, savoring every bite of the meal that comes into his mouth? Or would he eat as much as he could possibly fit into his stomach, trying to get the most quantity in his last meal? Ryuu didn’t know which path he would take, but the more he contemplated it, the more it was beginning to feel like an actual last meal, instead of simply a hypothetical one. Every bite he seemed to take after this thought seemed to matter just a bit more. Every small chew in his mouth seemed to have the weight of hundreds prior, and every miniscule memory of every small action he did, every step he took, every inhale of his breath, every burden he relinquished, and every mundane activity he participated in seemed to be considerably more important. He no longer saw it as something that he had to do but something that he needed to do, as if every small step was a preparation for the main one. Ryuu began to understand that it was in these smaller, trivial moments that he learned the most about himself and his character. The train ride over, the dining, the clashes with the others, and the small talk in between. All were part of the puzzle, a puzzle that needed to be complete. Now, as Ryuu’s vehicle began to come to a halt, the puzzle was being completed. But Ryuu didn’t exit just yet. If he were truly playing the role of participant in his own last meal, then he had to complete it the way he wanted to. That said, Ryuu placed down and remaining food back onto the table, grabbed hold of the entire table that all of the leftover food was on, and with a mighty heave, tossed it right through the window of the vehicle and onto the street next to the hovercraft. There. Now it was a suitable conclusion to a last meal.

Grinning brightly, Ryuu exited the vehicle and entered the hovercraft, which took Ryuu to a location he knew where not. It appeared to be somewhere underground, somewhere out of sight. In this room he was taken in was two things: Somal and a glass tube. Somal explained that this was the entrance, but Ryuu had already felt that this was the case without the man having to utter a single world. He knew it was the time. Excitement tingled inside of Ryuu. He could feel his blood begin to rush to all parts of his body, and his head seemed to feel a bit dizzy. All of the excitement seemed to be getting to him. His rage was coming in.

Ryuu took a step towards the glass tube, and then another. Every step he took made his heart pound harder, and his arms tingle. It was excitement beyond any he had faced before. In the Population Games, Ryuu would face his ultimate test as a warrior, fighting all manner of opponents, some worthy, and some not. Those that were and weren’t would be entirely up to them. Ryuu took one more look at Somal, who nodded to him. Ryuu nodded back, an understanding formed with the two. They needed not say any other words, for all that needed to be said had already been said, and anything else would have been so inconsequential, it would only have ruined the moment. Ryuu stepped up to the glass tube.

Ryuu took one last inhale of breath, and with it his last inhale of anxiety, disappointment, trepidation, concern and resentment, and exhaled it out of his body, no longer needing such things. Now, it was time to have some fun.

Skymin October 10th, 2012 7:34 PM

"Wakey, wakey!" Kerin rolled over as such a high pitched voice pierced his ears. Well, it wasn't that high pitched. Just enough that Kerin wanted to roll back to sleep and make this all go away. Of course he knew what today was. He didn't want to know, but he did. "I've brought your gear for today!"

Raum spread out a set of clothes, looking like some kind of uniform that he had to wear. They were mainly black and slightly comfortable looking but nothing that Kerin would pick to wear in public. Now, he had to wear these clothes in front of millions of people.

"You do have some choices," Raum picked up two pairs of shoes; a pair of boots and a pair of sneakers. "Which one? Personally, I think the boots go better with your eyes." Kerin made a face and reluctantly took the boots. He was also offered gloves and a belt, which he also took. He made Kerin change in front of him but stopped him when he took of his shirt.

"What are these?" he pointed to the rocks hanginging from Kerin's neck. Without asking, he reached forward and rubbed the rocks between his fingers. "Is this...?"

"It's a gift," Kerin pulled the stones out of his guide's grip and stuffed it down his shirt. Raum smiled slyly back at him. He obviously knew what they were, you could see it in his eyes, but instead of commenting on them, ruffled up Kerin's hair. When Raum was satisfied with how he looked, he led the boy to the elevator and to his untimely doom or something.

"How... uh, where's Marisa?"

"You'll see her in the games. She won't be hard to miss," Raum said with a wink. Kerin wasn't sure if he was being rude or trying to tell him something, but he just shrugged and let his eyes fall to his feet. The elevator his the bottom floor and Raum led Kerin out to the car. His last meal was depressing, but at least he got everything he wanted. Pizza, steak and thankfully, a few glasses of, well, blood. As much as he despised to drink it like this, it would keep him okay for the next day or two, hopefully. When running around trying to stay alive, he wasn't sure how thirsty he was going to get.

When they had arrived, Kerin was chauffered this way and that until he was in some kind of underground room, Raum his only companion. He was nervous and shaking but really, he was only thinking about his family. Old and new. Quinn, Frederick, Axel, Nora, Dana, Manuel... and Marisa, Fang... maybe Bernkastel? What about Shiro?

"Are you ready?"

Kerin didn't answer, instead trying to stablise a fire in his hands, trying to stop himself from shaking. With Bernkastel on his side, was there much to worry about?

"Kerin?"

Eeveemaster9 October 13th, 2012 4:06 AM

Bernkastel Vermillia - Chapter 5 - Demon District

Dreams are always strange things. Some experts on the dream cycle say that every human dreams about ten different dreams within a single night of rest. How strange, is it that one does not remember most of these dreams? Dream recall doesn't come easy. But... Perhaps that is for a reason; some high power is disallowing the rememberance of these dreams because... Why? Because we will not like them? Because they teach us things that are wrong for us to know?

Sometimes I wish that I couldn't recall my dreams as vividly as a newborn memory. Dreaming, could be both a blessing, and a curse. Soft dreams that made one want to cry in joy... Or horrifying nightmares that took the form of disfigured Gods and severed limbs. No matter how much I couldn't express my emotions, I was still terrified of what my third eye saw when my physical eyes were shut. All I could see were bodies melting under acid rain, and dismembered heads rolling off of mountain cliffs.
My dreams were never soft.

They came as things that would make even Ryuu shriek. Even worse, the torment was not swift. It wasn't like shooting a bullet through someone's skull. These nightmares were that of someone being cut in half with a butterknife. It was torturous.

Why would a higher power give me such an unwanted skill? To tease me, or was it simply something that was already decided? If that was the case, and it was decided... Then that meant that there was no such thing as free will. And without a free will... What did we have?

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I awoke within suffocating damp sheets, which only made me want to swallow oxygen more hungrily than I had been while 'at rest'. My entire body was shiny and sticky with sweat, and my palms bled a red ooze from when my fingernails had dug into the flesh. Silent tears raced down my cheeks one after another, as I tried to get out from bed. I wished I could cry out. Make a scream of agony for once and plea for the comfort of anyone. Even a servant would do. Just as I kicked my legs free of the burning blankets, two arms wrapped around my shoulders from behind, which only made me want to pass out from shock. I was pulled backwards, until I was laying against a sturdy male chest.

"You'll hurt yourself,"

I tilted my aching neck slightly, to look at a pair of crimson eyes that were cast down on me. If I could, I would have smiled in relief. Even though this was my tormentor, I took comfort in knowing that he at least had the kindness to comfort me quietly after six nightmares of relentless pain.
It was Zane, the Demon Servant of Fear, who was my only line to my emotions. I could only express emotions in my dreams, so he knew how I felt about everything. How I truely felt. And, he didn't bother me about it. He was the most understanding of the Demons, even though he was the one that delivered my nightmares. He was the one who moulded them within his palms, and placed inside my head. On particularly bad ones, I would wonder if he actually enjoyed how I squirmed.

After a few minutes of forced breathing, I leaned forward and crawled away from the Demon's body. He didn't respond, and simply stared at me. We never talked about the dreams. It was a silent agreement between us.
Besides, I had more serious things to worry about. Like the real nightmare I would be living inside for the next week or so.

I checked the time, and confirmed that I did have enough time to have a shower, before gathering up my clothing for the arena. As always, I went for the boots, rather than the shoes. I wasn't a runner. I nodded to the black-haired demon, before wandering into the bathroom and shutting the door.

When I came out fully dressed, Zane was gone, and in his place was Lucifier. He was staring out the window; looking down at the cars that lined the building to steal the participants away. He looked back at me, and all I could do was set my eyes against his. The Demon Servant of Destruction had a relaxed look to his features, yet his eyes stared at her with such an intensity that I was forced to look away like a child pulling their hand away from hot water. His chin lowered, and out of the corner of my vision, I saw him fix the sleeves of his jacket. They always seemed just a little bit too long for him, but he didn't complain about it. His ink-colored wings dragged across the ground as he approached me.

"Shall we go, Bernkastel?"

Within the car, I saw Lucifier scrunch his eyebrows in disgust on how the Gods relied on these vehicles for transportation. Call him old fashioned, but he prefered flying as the way of travel. I couldn't blame him. I loved flying as well. Too bad one couldn't do a whole lot of that in my district.
I ate in silence; picking things that would have the most nutrients. Sugar and fibre was important, but so were the calories I consumed. It was highly likely that I would burn all of these calories off within the next few hours inside the arena. So, it was better to have the needed calories than to get tired half-way through. If Lucifier had any objections, he certainly did not verbalize them.

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After the long ride by vehicle and the rather short trip by helicopter, I found myself closing the door to the room that was my last safe haven. Having done this twice before, I knew how this all worked, and nobody needed to instruct me. None of the guards had complained when Lucifier had trailed behind me into this room. They knew of my contract with him and the other demons. In fact, nearly everyone did. It wasn't any sort of secret.

I didn't waste any time with inspecting the room like I had when I was fourteen. Silently grasping my necklace with a gloved hand, I moved over to the tubing. Lucifier followed me, but did not join me inside. Instead, he watched me with those eyes that always seemed to question what I did, yet belonged to a body that would obey any command I gave him.
Then, he spoke. It was in latin, so it took me a moment to translate what he had said.

"The bark and the birds have ears and eyes, Bernkastel. Do not play a foolish card too soon."

"Lucifier," I said evenly. "I know."

"That you do... Alas, I worry about your intentions going into this..."

"I know what I am doing, Lucifier."

"Do you?"

I stopped short, and stared at him. The demon stared back. Before I could respond, the glass wall slid shut, and Lucifier disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Did I know what I was doing?

I could only ponder this for a moment, because soon I felt myself rising. My view of the room vanished, and I was forced to stare at my expressionless face that reflected back at me. I looked above my head, and saw a patch of blue. The sky.

Abruptly, the tube stopped rising, and I stared back at my reflection in confusion. The tube had not broken away like it had the other years. She couldn't even see what was beyond the glass. It was like someone glued a black cover over it. But, I could still see the sky above me where the tube did not reach. I could hear birds, in particular.

My eyes went back to the glass when bright red words flickered on its surface. An arrow pointed to the left. "Please insert your left arm."

A circular hole fluttered into view on my left side, and I frowned. This was new. I leaned forward to look through the hole, but all I could see was darkness. Sighing, I complied with the message before the tube electrocuted me. The hole closed up slightly. I inhaled sharply when I found that my arm was secured in place. What was going on?

The words melted away, and a full-body projection appeared on the glass of Natruo. He was smirking. "Hello my fair participants!" So I wasn't the only one seeing this? That was comforting.

"Welcome to the eighth annual Population Games. As you have probably noticed, things are a little different this year."

That wasn't exactly comforting. Especially with my precious arm clasped to Gods-know-what.

Natruo went on with a happy smile, and behind his holographic self, two tubes appeared. This seemed to be a demonstration of some kind. And those seemed to be the tubes the participants were in at the moment.

"As we have had you done, your arm is currently outside the tube and clasped into place." An arm came out from each tube. Natruo moved over with a smirk, and a metal device came out of the ground between the two tubes. In the grasp of it, was a long pair of "handcuffs". Not the traditional metal ones, but the highly-developed energy wires. The chain itself was one long black energy wire, and at each end was a sturdy silver brace that would be fixed to the wrist....

My face visibly went pale, and I looked at my arm.

"You will be cuffed to another participant at random," Natruo practically sang; fixing the cuffs over each wrist. One of the actors began pulling and moving their arm around. "Don't waste your strength with trying to break free or disturb your partner. They won't feel it." Because the metal device was still clasping the center of the wire...

I felt something snap around my left wrist. It wasn't that heavy, but I definitely noticed it. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

The tubes on the hologram went into the ground, to expose two stunned-looking actors. The tall female was an angel, and the other was a vampire, it seemed. Male. They were looking at each other, and then the cuffs that bound them together. Perhaps the only thankful thing about this situation, was that the chain was long. Somewhere around sixty inches, just by looking at it.

Natruo pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "The chain and cuffs are unbreakable. Fire, water, pressure, electricity... Even direct explosions will not damage them."

"The only ways to unbind yourself, is to find one of the six keys scattered throughout the arena. Any of the keys will work on any cuff. One lucky person won't have to deal with any of this, though! Exactly one person will not be chained to another, due to the... Uneven amount of people." He snickered softly.

"However, be warned. You cannot just kill your partner to free yourself." He wandered back over to the actors, who were looking very much terrified. He brought out a knife, and went over to the male. He was now shaking, looking around for somwhere to escape. That was when Natruo grabbed him, and shoved the blade into his chest; straight through the heart. He made a gargling noise, and collapsed on the platform. The female angel began to cry softly and plead. "Once your partner's heartbeat stops, it will activate the mechanism on your cuff."

The angel's face paled, and before I could understand what had happened, she let out a terrible, blood-curling shriek. Exactly three silver spikes from the bottom of the brace, had snapped open from inside the cuff, straight through her pale wrist, and stuck out from the other end. She collapsed to her knees, and whimpered softly, and blood began draining from the wounds.

"If that doesn't kill you, the toxins within the mechanism certainly will. And if you still manage to avoid death, the bracelet will explode." The angel had collapsed completely; eyes wide and unblinking. Both were dead.

Natruo smiled happily. "There are three pairs within each section of the arena, with the goods at the center of where you start. Once you are released, you and your partner are free to roam and hunt down the other participants. Do not leave the platform until the counter hits zero, otherwise you'll go sky-high!" He snickered. "Good luck!~" And the hologram faded out.

My mind faded out as well. It took everything I had not to fall to my knees and just stop fighting everything. This was ridiculous. What if my partner was suicidal? Or hated me enough to kill themselves and make spikes go through my wrist?

I inhaled sharply as I heard the tubing beginning to slide down around me. I looked to my left, to see who was on the other side of the barrier that had blocked my view. Who was chained to me? Who shared the same fate as I?

It was startling to see Raike. The first reaction was surprise, and then... Relief. A smile threatened to tug my lips, but I managed to shake out my emotions with a slow nod of acknowledgment in his direction. Perhaps the only downside to this, was that Raike couldn't fly.

Legend October 17th, 2012 11:18 PM

Daiki Ethered- Human District



Daiki felt the tube rise into the ceiling and watched as the peaceful room would soon be replaced by a chaotic colosseum. He wondered how the arena would be set up. Would it be a desert? No, probably not. Deserts were boring and more people would die from thirst instead of murder. A mountainous setting was plausible as was a forest or some sort (possibly a jungle) since the variety would give the games would give it some more entertainment value. It was also plausible there would be a multitude of environments as well. That would be the most likely option. That would be his choice after all.

Daiki stared at his reflection for a moment, witnessing the somber expression. The anxiety finally reached him, fearing for his demise. If only Perserias was here to reassure him. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of fear. He had to fake his confidence. "Fake it till you make it," as one of his poorer friends said. They weren't eloquent, but they had a point at least. The tube suddenly stopped and Daiki looked around in confusion. He could see the blue skies above him, figuring he was close to the top. So why the abrupt stop? Red words emerged on the surface of the tube with an arrow pointing to Daiki's left. It read: "Please insert your left arm."

Daiki sighed and complied with the order in lieu of any sort of punishment the Gamemakers would conceive. The tube walls wrapped around his arm and Daiki quickly realized his arm was locked in place. A couple of different thoughts emerged about why; tracking devices were near the top of the list. The words vanished and a full body projected of Natruo appeared in its place.

"Hello my fair participants! Welcome to the eighth annual Population Games. As you have probably noticed, things are a little different this year."

Interesting. They are throwing a new gimmick into this year's edition. I have no choice but to play along. At least for now.

Natruo continued on his little and behind him were two tubes, similar in design to the one Daiki was locked in. Whatever it was, Daiki didn't like the feel of the situation.

"As we have had you done, your arm is currently outside the tube and clasped into place." An arm came out from each tube. Natruo moved over to the tubes with a sly smirk, and a metal device came out of the ground between the two tubes. Daiki could see a long pair of "handcuffs". They weren't the ones he was familiar with, as they seemed to be far more advanced. The chain itself was one long black energy wire, and at each end was a sturdy silver brace that would be fixed to the wrist. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Natruo had planned. Daiki felt a smile stretch across his face. "Really? He said? That's the twist?"

"You will be cuffed to another participant at random," Natruo practically sang; fixing the cuffs over each wrist. One of the "victims" began struggling. "Don't waste your strength with trying to break free or disturb your partner. They won't feel it." The "victims" were released from the tubes and exposed to the area around them, looking around in confusion. Daiki observed that the handcuffs had a long wire between them. Good, he said to himself. I have some freedom then.

Natruo pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "The chain and cuffs are unbreakable. Fire, water, pressure, electricity... Even direct explosions will not damage them."

Is there part of this that is supposed to surprise me?

"The only ways to unbind yourself, is to find one of the six keys scattered throughout the arena. Any of the keys will work on any cuff. One lucky person won't have to deal with any of this, though! Exactly one person will not be chained to another, due to the... Uneven amount of people." He snickered softly in a manner that made Daiki want to slap him. Such humor was disturbing.

Natruo rambled on: "However, be warned. You cannot just kill your partner to free yourself." He wandered back over to the actors, who were terrified. The demonstration got a bit more real. He brought out a knife, and went over to the male. He was now shaking, looking around for somewhere to escape. That was when Natruo grabbed him, and shoved the blade into his chest; straight through the heart. The female angel began to cry softly and plead. "Once your partner's heartbeat stops, it will activate the mechanism on your cuff." Exactly three silver spikes from the bottom of the brace, had snapped open from inside the cuff, straight through the woman's pale wrist, and stuck out from the other end. She collapsed to her knees, and whimpered softly, and blood began draining from the wounds.

"If that doesn't kill you, the toxins within the mechanism certainly will. And if you still manage to avoid death, the bracelet will explode." The angel had collapsed completely; eyes wide and unblinking. Both were dead.

So unnecessary. You'd think the God's could afford to make things that would work.

Natruo smiled happily. "There are three pairs within each section of the arena, with the goods at the center of where you start. Once you are released, you and your partner are free to roam and hunt down the other participants. Do not leave the platform until the counter hits zero, otherwise you'll go sky-high!" He chuckled a bit. "Good luck!~" And the hologram faded out.

Daiki was far from surprised, shocked or traumatized. In fact, he partially expected something like this. Even the games got repetitive after a while. They needed to change things up. The Bern Factor didn't help. She already won…what twice now? It is not behind reasonable doubt they invented this twist to kill her off. But that wash't important. She wasn't near the top of his list of people he needed to kill to win.

No, he had other plans. Most of his plans were designed to kill him .

The tube receded and Daiki immediately looked to his left to see who he was chained to. He figured it would be someone of a different race when he thought about it. After all, pairing two of the same race was counterproductive.

Oh. Lucky me.

It was Amelia. Beautiful, beautiful Amelia. At least that means he will get the girl in the end.

Daiki winked to her and gave her a reassuring nod that sent a single message: "Don't worry. I got this."

SV October 26th, 2012 11:25 AM

"Please insert your left arm." Words of red glimmered, pointing an arrow to the left of Ryuu. The demon looked at the whole, wondering what the purpose of it was, but didn’t much think about it, as he inserted his arm. He wanted to get it all over with and go into the arena already, so he was willing to do one more task like this. It’s not like it would lead to something horrifically awful, would it? Would it?

Ryuu placed his large arm inside, which was barely able to fit in the tight space. It then enclosed around him. Then, a projection of a familiar face, Natruo, the god he had fought earlier in his time here, was shown. He was smiling at Ryuu, before speaking. "Hello my fair participants!" He began. It appeared to be a transmitted projection of himself to not only Ryuu, but to everyone.

"Welcome to the eighth annual Population Games. As you have probably noticed, things are a little different this year."

Ryuu smirked. So this was apparently different. Ryuu rather liked that. For newcomers like himself, it didn’t much matter. But for others who have already participated before, namely Bern, he hoped this provided even some measure of discomfort for them. Even the slightest possibility of such made Ryuu happier.

Natruo went on to explain the purpose of the tube and the hole, and where his arm was attached to, which turned out to be a handcuff of some sort. Ryuu was perplexed by this, but continued to listen. However, the longer he listened, the more he was starting to think that this wasn’t going to be something he would like. As he showed a demonstration of how two people were tied up, and the impossibility of breaking it, any happiness on Ryuu’s face was gone, and instead replaced by a mixture of lingering confusion, boiling anger, and hidden anxiety about who he was handcuffed to. When Natruo mentioned that one person was not tied to anyone, a small glimmer of hope was brought back to him. But Ryuu knew it wasn’t him. He was clasped to someone. He didn’t know who, but he tried to figure out the possibilities.

If it was Raike or Kerin, he could deal with it. They were strong and sturdy enough to get by without too much trouble. If it was Bern, he may very well purposefully ‘harm’ himself just so she could get a taste of her own medicine. But there were a few people Ryuu had absolutely no interest in pairing up with, namely angels and the others humans. A demon or a vampire he could probably deal with, or one of the other specific people he mentioned would do. Anyone less would not be good. At all. Ryuu was slowly coming to terms with his situation. He accepted that he would have to deal with another person. Heck, he even assumed that given Natruo’s battle with him, he had garnered enough respect and liking to Ryuu that he would pair him up with someone he would like…right? Ryuu liked the sound of his own logic, and a slight bit of hope was instilled in him, as well as a smile. He would most likely be paired up with someone favorable. He had to think positively about it.

The tube began to slide down, and as it did, the color of Ryuu’s face seemed to literally vanish for the first time he was here.

In one’s life, you have the opportunity to meet countless individuals. Some, you take a liking to almost immediately. Others may have a slightly less exceptional first impression upon you, but recover later with a stronger impression in your following meetings, and the two of you may develop a great relationship as friends. There are also those that one simply sees in a neutral fashion, merely acting as faces, and are often forgettable, or unimportant in your life. Then there are those you simply cannot take a liking to, whether by initial meeting or the process of discovering an individual overtime. It is the cycle of life for individuals to meet people across all of these classes, and those also not mentioned. The quantity one would meet in each category depends on the person themselves. Some friendlier, social individuals will have an opportunity to meet with all kinds of folks. Others who are less social will meet not as many, but generally all or most criteria are met.

But there is one type of person that everyone meets. It is that person that, for an inexplicable reason, or one that is easily understandable, you hate with a burning passion. Your disdain for that person is beyond measure, and every time the individual enters your presence, your day is instantly ruined. You loathe that person’s very name. If that person were to die horribly the following day, the only thing you would be sad about was that you didn’t get a chance to watch, or participate.

To Ryuu, that person was Marisa, and Marisa was his partner. Words couldn’t possibly describe the emotions simultaneously running through Ryuu’s body, which is probably the reason he hadn’t said anything yet. Instead, he merely looked down on the ground, cursing his ‘luck’, though he doubted the assignment of this was at all random.

“F***.” He finally said out loud. “F***ing sh**. Why…why!? What did I do to deserve this!?” Ryuu dropped onto his knees and pounded his fists on the ground. There was only one consolation Ryuu could find the situation: When he found one of those keys, Marisa would die first.

Skymin October 26th, 2012 6:14 PM

Kerin held his breath as the glass slid down and the floor below him started to rise. He turned to see Raum wave him off and mouth him a 'good luck' just before he disappeared below him. Kerin felt his heart hammering below his chest, which was, though he didn't know it, incredibly bad for him. The more nervous he was, the more his heart beated and the more energy he would use. It was here, in the small confines of this tube as the floor finally stopped and the sky teased him with a false freedom above, that Kerin weighed all his options. His options? Blank. This was the first time he had ever been so frightened in his life, the only time in comparsion was his last night as a human.

He had been so sure before that he could make it through this. He could rebel and fight and protect what meant the most to him but now, the time it seemed most important to be strong, he felt nothing.

"Please insert your left arm," a voice said to him. Kerin looked to his left as a hole on his left hand side. The hole was dark and he wasn't sure what was on the other side, but he automatically obeyed. His arm was fastened and the hole grew smaller, stopping just so it was tight on his arm. He wasn't sure if this was normal or if it meant anything at all, but it didn't feel good. He took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Remember, Marisa. Your sister is out there somewhere, probably as scared as you are.

Don't mess this up.

Not like Quinn.

A image was projected in front of him on the glass. He immediately recognised the God; it was Natruo. How did he get behind the glass? Was there a TV there?

"Hello my fair participants! Welcome to the eighth annual Population Games. As you have probably noticed, things are a little different this year."

Two other projections appeared; tubes, similar to what Kerin was standing in, with two arms poking out of each.

"As we have had you done, your arm is currently outside the tube and clasped into place," Natruo began to explain, pulling a pair of handcuffs off a podium which had suddenly appeared next to him. "You will be cuffed to another participant at random. Don't waste your strength with trying to break free or disturb your partner. They won't feel it."

He cuffed the two arms together and soon after, Kerin felt something cold and metal clasp around his own wrist. Now he had something on both his wrists, realising that he still had his bracelet on his other arm. The tubes lowered on the projection, revealing two people whom he did not recognise. Were they players? They looked very surprised at the situation they were in.

"The chain and cuffs are unbreakable. Fire, water, pressure, electricity... Even direct explosions will not damage them. The only ways to unbind yourself, is to find one of the six keys scattered throughout the arena. Any of the keys will work on any cuff. One lucky person won't have to deal with any of this, though! Exactly one person will not be chained to another, due to the... Uneven amount of people," Natruo gave a short laugh.

Wait... chained? That reminded Kerin of something...

"I-I only see seven other people in the arena with me... In front of a clock tower... I-I see... Two people I've never seen before... Two adults... Shiro and Shizuka...And Ryuu."

"R-ryuu... I'm chained to Ryuu."


Kerin watched the rest of the annoucement in horror as he basically murdered the two people chained to each other. Kerin wasn't thinking straight though. This meant, if Marisa's vision was true, that she was chained to the most psychopathic and deranged thing among them.

Though, was this a bad thing? It only meant that Marisa would be safe. He couldn't think of Ryuu ever losing to anybody. And Marisa dying meant Ryuu would die too.

"Good luck!"

The tube slid down and Kerin quickly looked to see who he had been chained to. It was... Shiro? Kerin gave her a forced smile though he wished she was a little... less dazy. Bloodthirsty Shiro might be a little more helpful than 'About-to-fall-asleep' Shiro. Still, she was so mysterious. Kerin wanted to help her, sure, but he wanted to save Marisa more.

Another thought popped into his head. The clocktower, Marisa said she had seen Shiro but not Kerin. Did that mean he had managed to unchain each other?

Kerin breathed deeply and look straight ahead into the arena, catching glimpses of other contenders. There were a few things he had to do; find Marisa, find Bernkastel, stop Ryuu from finding a key and find the clocktower.

Eeveemaster9 November 22nd, 2012 10:51 AM

Shiro (Daxity) - Chapter 5 - Vampire District


My breath was shallow; it was strained. It felt like I was inhaling through a small medical tube. Normally, they had me hooked to it for ‘relaxation’, but right now, I was definitely not relaxed. I was panicking. The‘elevator’ into the arena was suffocating. It trapped carbon dioxide every time I inhaled oxygen. That is what it felt like. I imagined how the air was becoming heavy with each breath I took; I was sucking out what oxygen was in the claustrophobic space.

A whimpering plead for air was caught it my throat when I felt the tube stop its movement upwards. My hands immediately pushed on the cold sheen of metal encasing me and I looked up towards the blue sky above. I gulped down air, but it still wasn’t enough. A headache pounded my brain like a mini boxer.

‘It will be okay Shiro,’ I reassured myself. ‘Soon this will open and you’ll have as much space as you want.’

I stumbled back when the wall began blinking colors. At first I thought I was having another episode, but I was relieved to find that it was instruction. I squinted at the words, and slowly obeyed to what they had to say. Immediately, I let out a shriek when the wall clamped down on my right forearm. Blood rushed to my ears and I could hear the liquid hammering up to my brain as I kicked the wall and pulled. I didn’t stop until I realized that something was playing on the wall where the text had appeared. I saw a man…What was his name again? He definitely had a name, but I couldn’t remember it. Wasn’t he someone important?

Well, that important person was talking to me; droning on and on in a language I could barely understand. He spoke English, and I knew English… But it just didn’t stick. It went through one ear, and out the other. Only bits and pieces registered. I managed to get an understanding of the situation through the visuals that were given. I was being chained to someone, and if they died, I died. The chain was strong. What else?

I abruptly scrambled to my feet when I saw that the tube’s walls were lowering into the ground. Bit by bit, I could see the arena beforeme in all degrees. However, my eyes lingered over to where I felt a lightmovement on my right wrist. I trailed my eyes down to the chain, up the link,and to the person I was looking at was Kerin.

I had a series of mixed reactions to seeing him. At first Iwas thankful to see another vampire, and someone I kind of understood. My nextreaction was confusion, as to why the Gamemaster would place two vampirestogether. My final reaction was to quickly look away in sudden fear. He was stronger than me, right? And from what I could tell, he didn’t particularly like me. I couldn’t understand why that was, however. Did I do something that would make him angry? I couldn’t remember anything of that significance…

So, instead of facing him, I stared down at the shoes on my feet. I couldn’t remember changing into them… Or even into these clothes. Perhaps someone had helped me… Did I thank them? I didn’t know…

My eyes raised up slightly as a voice overhead spoke down on us. Or at least, I hoped I wasn’t the only one who could hear them. The voice was a man’s voice, and it came from the sky.

‘God?’ My mind asked. But then I remembered something important… That there was no real God. If there was a God above us all, then I didn’t want anything to do with him.

I took in my surroundings with a sense of unease as the voice counted down. It sounded similar to the voice that had been speaking to me earlier. Didn’t the name begin with an ‘N’?

Beneath my feet was the same metal plate of the tube, but that didn’t account for the arena itself. Grains of brown rice spilled onto the sheen of silver. It was some kind of earth that I had never seen before. Slowly, I knelt down as the voice droned on at a decreasing rate from forty-five. My fingers slowly caught a handful of this strange substance, and I ran it between my fingers. It was like, and it didn’t stain my hands like the dirt of my home would. It was almost soft, and it slipped easily out of my outstretched hands. It was hot, too. I had never felt so warm so quickly because of an environment… This sort of sensation only occurred when my flesh was broken, and blood seeped out from my veins. The disk of shining light hung overhead, and seemed to glare down at me mockingly.

I was suddenly thankful that most of the myths concerning vampires were not true.

This material stretched out far across my vision, though it seemed to end off in the west and south… Trees. I could make out trees if I squinted in that direction.

My legs unbent from the disk, and I straightened out again as the voice rang out a twenty. There were others in this strange land with me.Two of them, I had met only yesterday. Not in person, but I had seen them on a television screen as the interviews played on. The other pair… I recognized.

I recognized them so deeply that a shiver when down my spine at the sight of them. Why were they here? I nearly collapsed, but I found strength in grasping the chain connecting myself to Kerin. My knees felt like buckling, but I knew I would only make Kerin mad if I wasn’t ready to move when the cannon sounded.

Yet, he had to be feeling the same kind of emotions as me, right? After all, this was a very unkind surprise to see these two.

The one staring back at me was the same man that had been with me when I was chosen as a participant. It was a hazy memory, but it wasthere.

The first one, staring back at me, was the male Vampire Leader of my district. Calzus Zunigi

The second one, staring at Kerin, was the female Human Leader of his former district. Statia Maina.

([email protected] You are in the desert section of the arena.

Pairings:
Kerin - Shiro
Calzus (V-Leader) - Statia (H-Leader)
Scarlet - Cyro)

Bernkastel Vermillia - Chapter 5 - Demon District


If I could smile painlessly, I would have. Luck seemed to be on my side this year as well. Raike was perhaps the best participant I could have been chained to. He seemed to be the most level-headed of all the contestants; he was not sharing any miserable past nor was he emotionally-driven… Maybe not calm, but he certainly wasn’t affected by his environment as much as the others. Yes, he was human and yes, that meant I was tied to the ground like a wingless bird, but I was still thankful for this setup. He was strong by himself most obviously, but he also had Mammon. I knew that.

I nodded slowly in his direction, before turning my attention to who else was joining us in this section of the arena. My eyes immediately spotted out a familiar face. Fang. He saw me as well, and grinned nervously. In reaction, I shook my head and glanced down at my chains. His grin disappeared.

‘No,’ I mouthed. I hoped he would understand what I meant by that. I didn’t want him tagging along with me. Especially with Shizuka attached to his wrist. It would be best if we separated, and joined together once most of the participants were dead.

The other pair was surprising to see; Pewita and Nokoto. This was a really bad combination, even for Natruo. What had he been thinking? If he wanted to kill me, he would have set Ryuu and the other strong males in my section.

Was Marisa really attached to Ryuu? Was that why he wasn’t here, and somewhere else?

I then took my time with checking out what ‘section’ I was actually in. It was actually a rather simple environment…. It was very similar in fashion to the arena in my first year. The grass was wild, though not too tall that it was a hindrance to walk within. The area was seemingly cut in a circular fashion, with trees surrounding the outer borders. I knew for a fact that this wasn’t everything… There was more to this arena just beyond those trees.

But I was not going to explore each section. It would take too much time, and I did not have all the time in the world.

I heard Natruo’s voice count down from twenty. I turned to Raike, and began speaking to him. The other pairings directly across from us (think of a triangle) would not be able to hear me.

“Focus on the pile at the center, Raike.” I nodded towards the stash. It was customary for the Population Games to start with a pile of supplies out for the picking. A participant could take as much as they could carry, so long as they didn’t die trying to do so.

“There are weapons, food, and water. Supplies such as rope will not be needed as much, but… Take what you can. Don’t bother with the yellow bags. And the grey ones? Open them before you take them. A few look abit suspicious. Maybe rocks, or a timed explosive.”

She slowly got into a stance; ready to run forward. “Fang will not bother us, and he’ll probably stop Shizuka from getting in our way.That is what I am hoping. Pewita is the danger in this current situation… Are you getting this? We’ll be going east. Check the sun if you must. We’re not staying more than a minute.”

That was the longest time I had ever talked for since my contract. Hopefully I didnot overwhelm Raike…

([email protected] You are in the grasslands section of the arena.

Pairings:
Raike - Bernkastel
Fang - Shizuka
Pewita - Nokoto)

Eeveemaster9 November 26th, 2012 8:21 AM

Marisa Ryunatta - Chapter 5 - Vampire District

I didn’t dare look in the direction of my ‘partner’. I knew who was on the other end linked to my life. I had known all along. Perhaps theone concern I had was that he would be unpredictable. If I could stay out of his way ad not be a hindrance, my living circumstances would improve. All I required was one premonition… One claircognizant vision was all it would take to tell me what he was going to do so I was prepared to counter. If I was ready to react, I wouldn’t be dragged around as much. Ryuu wouldn’t be as mad as he could be with a child strapped to him.

This entire situation was a blessing in disguise. He could not kill me without ending his own life as well. Really, he had been the only major threat to my life since the beginning. If I had not been chained to him, he would have killed me on sight.

I inhaled slowly when I overheard Ryuu swear to himself, and flinched when the demon dropped to his knees to pound his fists into the metal plate. I could hear the impacts rattling, making dents in the metal disc. I swallowed the saliva building up in my mouth.

I didn’t say anything to him, though. I knew if I said something, he would just get angrier. He would tell me to shut my mouth, most likely. So, I focused on checking out the arena. And… It wasn’t exactly the greatest set-up if I wanted to be found.

A corn field. Were the Gods running out of ideas? Maybe. All I knew was that I really did not like this arena. The corn stalks towered, and even went past Ryuu’s height. So, I couldn’t even see if there was something beyond it. We were in an open ‘crop circle’, him and I… And two other pairings were with us. Well, one, actually. Akira and Kaito made up one pair. The other‘pair’ consisted of Jin by herself. Were the Gods trying to mock Ryuu? Trying to make him angry? Well, of course they were. An angry Ryuu was an entertaining show to them.

Jin jittered on her feet back and forth; as though it was unbearable for her to keep still. The human consistently unclenched her fists, as her eyes darted from the pile of weapons at the center, to one of the open paths into the cornfield. There were three open paths; however it didn’t make much sense. One could always charge through the corn itself…

That’s when it hit me. I saw what I had been waiting for. I closed my eyes as my mind shuttered out a film for me. I could see Ryuu andmyself right there in the cornfield. I could see how he reacted to the cannon, and how I was dragged around by his strength. But, like every future, it could be changed if I acted to the information given. I memorized the steps he took.Where he would go. What he would do. And I redid the motions within my head. Alright… I could do this.
As for the corn maze and the traps? Well, Ryuu would figure that out on his own.

([email protected] You are in the corn fielf section of the arena.

Pairings:
Ryuu - Marisa
Akira - Kaito
Jin *Single*)

SV December 8th, 2012 10:56 PM

Ryuu remained on the ground for a while longer. At the moment he was thinking that perhaps if he stayed down long enough, he would realize the good side in all of this, but the longer he thought, the harder it was for him to come up with that answer. There was no getting around this. He had to simply come to terms with the situation. Were it that easy. Ryuu contemplated knocking Marisa out right from the start, so he could be sure not to hear anything from her mouth, and she wouldn't try to go against him at all. But he dismissed the thought. He wanted her awake when he killed her. No, the only solution was getting those keys.

As Ryuu sat he watched the arena view. A corn field of some sort. Two other people were on the far side of the crop circle. As he looked to the left, another single person stood there as well. In the middle of them were what the others would be after. He could see that the one single person was a human. No wings of any sort. She needed a weapon, which is probably what made her seem so jittery. That, and displays Ryuu had done over the days here must have been witnessed by her. He was getting to her. The other pairing had at least one person with wings, as far as Ryuu could make out. However judging by how they were both eyeing the supplies, all three wanted them. Ryuu wanted to fight the strongest of them at their strongest possible, so the obvious match-up would be going after the two of them and leaving the human alone. But that wouldn't be right. Going after the other two would mean not getting a chance to take them at their best. He would have to risk going for the human first, and hope he still gets a chance to fight the others before they no doubt tried to run.

Ryuu acted casually, still sitting on the ground of the platform. He wanted to play it cool in the beginning. After all, doing so would get the others stressed, no knowing what exactly he would do. He instead elected them to make the first move. Even from this distance, Ryuu could see their nervous faces, whereas Ryuu was simply excited. He had almost forgotten about Marisa, in fact, because of this. It was as if she wasn't a factor with him anymore. He had not acknowledged or bothered to look at her at all after his initial outburst, pretending in a way that she wasn't there. Ryuu eyed the three, switching between the one human and the two others, waiting for them to make a move. He occasionally tapped his foot to the ground, again as casually as possible. If any were to look at this scene, it would be doubtful that they would be able to conclude that the five of them were about to engage in a struggle to the death.

And then one of them made the first move. The human Jin took a casual step forward. Whether he was under the impression that they were simply going to ignore each other and go after keys, or fight, Ryuu didn't know what the human was thinking, but that was all he needed to set him off. Ryuu looked over to Marisa for the first time since he saw her, and smiled. A malicious, 'you're in for it now' type of smile. Getting up in an instant, Ryuu hopped off the metal platform and began to dash forward. The others noticed this and immediately ran with panic towards the supplies. Ryuu pushed himself forward, testing his body's limits as he ran at his top speed. By this rate, he would have reached the supply rack before them. The weight of Marisa behind him was either hardly felt at all by Ryuu, or simply went unnoticed. That was advantageous, as she was probably fairly light to begin with. As Ryuu ran, he concentrated on his footsteps below, trying to keep his pace as well as focus on the earth. He tensed his muscles, trying to focus on a particular spot on the earth a few paces in front of him. Exerting a scream from his mouth as his body tensed, a rock about the size of his fist plopped out of the ground and Ryuu managed to catch it while on the run. Taking aim, Ryuu focused on Jin, who was closer to the supplies, and tossed the rock, combining his own physical strength with the added attributes of his Earth Magic, sending the rock hurling at an alarmingly fast rate, almost at the rate of a bullet. The rock nailed Jin directly in the stomach, knocking her over. Ryuu used this opportunity to close the rest of the distance between himself, the supplies, and the human. The others quickly got whatever they needed and were on their way. Ryuu didn't care. He'd catch up eventually. The human got up, clutching the spot where the rock hit earlier.

Ryuu looked back at Marisa. Surprisingly, she did little to get in his way thus far. If this continued, he would have no problems. He hoped it continued, as he looked back at the human. Nervous, uneasy, scared. A few words to describe her. She was sweating bullets, of course if he were her, he would be too. Neither Ryuu nor his opponent moved for a while. She was most likely trying to figure out what to do next. He was simply taking in the moment, and trying to find the best way to make this as uncomfortable for Marisa, and painful for his opponent.

Then he thought of something. He moved his neck side to side to get that crack he wanted, and then, without hesitation, charged at the human, trying to make the sudden move so that he would drag along Marisa painfully with him. Jin back up, trying to move out of the way. She was successful, and managed to dodge Ryuu’s charge, sending Ryuu hurling toward the ground because of the momentum. Ryuu continued to smile and get up, then charged again at him. Jin hurriedly maneuvered around again, barely avoiding while sending Ryuu crashing into the earth once more. This was repeated a few times, Ryuu continuing to smile the entire time. The reason being that he was almost missing on purpose. This part of the fight was a two-way plan. One: he was play with his opponent, having him barely miss her, thereby heightening her dread while keeping her on her toes, not knowing which next charge would hit. Two: he was hurling himself and Marisa into the ground at top speeds. Ryuu, having a bigger and sturdier body, would be able to take the hits. Marisa, being smaller and more fragile, not as much. He honestly hoped she was getting as injured as possible.

After the last hurl sent Ryuu to the ground again, he realized that Jin had been slowly edging her way to the supplies, grabbing a few knives off of it. Clever. She had been using his missed tackles to roll to where she wanted to. Now that she had weapons, though, Ryuu had to get serious.

Ryuu took the first step, focusing his leg muscles and dashing forward, trying to close the distance so she couldn’t throw the knives and have an advantage at distance. She began backing up as Ryuu came forward, though he was advancing faster than she was withdrawing. She then began releasing knives at him. They were surprisingly quick, traveling through the air like rain falling from the sky. Ryuu concentrated and screamed, exerting both physical and mental energy to get his earth magic going. At his command, the earth below rose up and intercepted the knives flung through the air. Ryuu did not stop his run, breaking right through the earth wall he had set up, crashing through as debris of rock and dust erupted in front of him. He actually loosened the earth a bit before smashing through, so that he could pass through much more easily. But his opponent didn’t know that. To her, he merely broke through the solid rock like an unstoppable juggernaut. He wondered what she thought would happened if he ran at her. Well apparently, she didn’t want to find out as she broke into a run and took off, tossing back knives as he went. Ryuu kept up his pace, slowly enclosing distance, while trying to make the knives pass as close to him as he could so that they had a chance of hitting Marisa who still dragged on behind him.

However, one of the knives went too close, not noticing it as he pursued, and the knife ran through his shoulder, piercing deep in. At the speed he was going, and the toss she made, it was as if an oversized bullet just hit him. Ryuu grunted in pain, clutching his shoulder for a moment, but not slowing down the slightest. In fact, he started trying to speed up, determined as a hunter trying to take down their prey. He was closing in on the distance between them, Jin trying to take one of the paths from the crop circle, but as Ryuu closed the distance, he jumped forward, covering any remaining distance and pouncing right onto her.

They both rolled for a moment, Ryuu could feel the chain of Marisa getting caught and dragging her behind, before Ryuu stopped on top of her, holding her down. He gave her a malicious smile, before looking for to the knife still stuck in his shoulder.

“So, you like knives, huh?” Ryuu asked her, reaching for it. He grabbed hold of the handle, and pulled it out of his shoulder, grunted in pain and gritting his teeth as he did. Blood flowed from the wound, but if it caused him pain, he didn’t show it to her. Jin lay there on the ground, frightened, as Ryuu raised the blade over his head. She struggled, trying to get free, but the weight and strength of the demon kept her down. He brought the knife down, right onto her hand, the blade going through and connecting to the ground below. She screamed loudly in pain, blood beginning to ooze from the wound. Ryuu had driven the knife deep, preventing her from escaping now even if he did get off of her, as he did right after. Jin immediately tried to go for the knife, attempting to take it out of her hand, but realizing the strength he had put in to drive it in was too much, and too deep. He just stood there for a moment, watching her struggle. He was delighted by the sight. She was trying to escape something inevitable now. They all were, even if they didn’t realize it yet. Still grinning, Ryuu looked at Marisa. He said not a word to her, but merely gave her a look. A look that could have said what words might not have. He would guess she would know what he was implying. When he got those keys, she would be next.

Backing up a few more steps, Ryuu turned back to the struggling Jin. She was at the point of tears, trying desperately to get the knife out of her hand. She began dragging her hand away, trying instead of taking it out to break it off, but that was slow going as well. Seeing enough, Ryuu backed a good two meters back again, not caring whether Marisa back up with him or was dragged back, and then took a running start forward towards Jin. When he was close enough, he jumped into the air, relying on his demonic strength to push himself as far as he could go up, which was quite a few meters. He could feel Marisa’s weight take off with him. Then he focused on a single point as he tumbled down, where Jin lay, struggling still to get out, now at the point of begging and screaming. Ryuu ignored it, and came crashing down, combining his strength with the other technique he was taught in his earth magic lesson: Aftershock, the use of stomping and dropping power and an earthquake to ripple the effects of a slam like this one to catastrophic proportions. He had used it his first time on the demon he fought in the city, which proved to be a knockout. He wondered what affect it would do to a human, who did not have the same body strength and endurance.

The crash came, though it turned out to be more of a burst, as if one second everything was calm and sturdy and tranquil, and the next the earth just decided to blow up around. Rocks, dust, and corn debris flew everywhere. No sound came below from his opponent, who as far as he was concerned no longer existed. Gods, demons, and vampires would have had trouble surviving that. A lesser being like a human? He would be surprised if anything would be left of the body.

But as he looked down, there ‘she’ lay, mangled and broken, the knife-hand now loose and detached around broken rocks and soil. The rest of her body so bruised and battered, it was unrecognizable. Ryuu stood up off of the corpse, and looked around, taking in the sight of the battleground. He looked at his wound on his shoulder. The knife cut slightly deep, but his superior demon genes had clotted most of the deeper wound and it wasn’t bleeding out as much. He wouldn’t let it hold him back. This was merely the beginning. There was so much more to hunt and kill.


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