Vixion

(i'll reply in the morning... i'm beat ha.)

(NEX READ THE RULES!!! NO CONTROLLING OTHER CHARACTERS!!) Vixion watched Earth as he spoke. "Pretty much. We have to deal to be ready to deal with whatever he throws at us. And I would appreciate it if we did go to your home and rest. I'm exhausted,but we must be on our guard. I've seen her at her work before. She does not give up a hunt, have you ever seen the movie Predator? (this is a weird time period it combines all modern/medeveil) She is like one of those, only worse. She doesn't spare those who are weaker than her, she just kills them." He told the other male in a depressed tone, as though he had been a witness to an earlier slaughter of his assailant. He quickly changed his tone to a light one. "Lead the way."

While Vixion listened to Earth speak, he was planning out his response. "Well you see," he began as he opened the oak door leading into the tavern, "the Overseer is the King's assistant. Well, he's more like someone who hires top-notch assassins to take out people who could pose as a threat to his plans." Vixion returned to his table and continued talking. "And whatever it was that I did to piss him off beats me." He chuckled lightly while he looked into his glass and took a gulp.

Vixion, who was surprised at the woman's mercy to spare his life made him chase her blindly down the street, finding no luck with his hunt he stopped in the moonlight, left once again without a reply. "Wait! Come back! I want to know whar I did!" he called out desperately into the night sky. Feeling cold and defeated, Vixion returned to Earth. "Earth, come with me into the tavern. You must have questions for me after these events." He said in a low tone, just loud enough for the other man to hear. (ignore them.)

"What?!" Vixion yelped starlted by Earth's statement. 'It was her, I'm going in.' He thought to himself, more confident than he would ever be in this situation. Suddenly his pride was crushed at the simple thought of him losing again. His gaze flew to Stephen, questioning his motive, he walked up to him and began to speak, "Excuse me. Why are you here?" His voice was steady and his eyes burned with curiosity. He took a quick glance into the tavern window, specifically into the dark corner where she was. He knew what had to be done but he was currently too curious to bother with the future. (I apologize for the short post.... I'm feeling lazy at the moment.)

Vixion was embarrassed when the inquiring voice reached his ears for he thought that no one had heard him. Trying to cover his embarrassment, Vixion recomposed himself and watched Lelantos jump to the ground. "Well if you really must know. I have someone who is trying to kill me, and I haven't the slightest knowledge as to what it was that I did that was wrong to make someone want to kill me." Vixion said trying to make sense of the statement himself because he didn't know why someone would want him dead. He hadn't truly answered the man's list of questions so he continued his explaination, "And furthermore, I think I have gone mad from the paranoia of having to watch my back constantly. You see she left me there with every ounce of honor in me stripped." Vixion stopped only a second to take a breath before continuing, "That is why nothing makes sense anymore and why I am 'barking' at the moon. Is there anything else that you would like to know?" he added with a shallow tint to his voice. His blue eyes looked swiftly at the door as though he was trying to explain why he exited the tavern to come out into the town in the nighttime hours.

comforting. Vixion ran his rough hands through his hair in an ineffective effort to calm himself. "What business does she have with me anyway?" The question was normally volumed as if he wanted the sky itself to answer him. "It just doesn't make sense." He said sounding defeated, as these words left his mouth, Vixion slumped down to the ground, his back against the tavern's outset walls. ( now I am.)

Vixion was still staring at Earth when an ice cold chill ran down his warm spine, making him freeze instantly. Without acknowledging the man who was sitting with him, he searched furiously through the smoke and people, his eyes rapidly darting from one face to the next. 'What was that about?' Vixion wondered, 'Am I truly falling into a state of lunacy that I become paranoid every time I get a chill?' This thought worried him even further. "Exuse me a moment." He said to Earth, although it sounded like a general statement, aimed in no direction. Vixion rose to his feet and walked toward the exit. In a dark corner he thought he saw his persecutor, but he pushed the thought out of his already overflowing mind. Grabbing the doorknob, he didn't look back at the suspicious corner, afraid that his mind wasn't fooling him. Instead, Vixion inhaled deeply and released the air in a sigh as he stepped out of the bar. The air outside smelled of grease, people and sickness. This scent, although disgusting, was somehow

(the fight was months ago.) Vixion was starled by the man who broke his focus. "No, I'm just looking. If I do find her, however, blood will be spilt and it won't be mine either." He growled sadistically, looking at the man with his blue eyes. Vixion was half-tempted to continue about his people-watching and just ignore the man, but he didn't want to seem rude so he began to question the man. "What is your name and why did you decide to come over and bother me?" He asked sharply, the words rolling off his tongue like shards of ice.

Vixion stared out the window, watching the few and far between people pass. His body seemed to be searching for something, or someone, but his mind didn't know what. Convincing himself that no one out there would strike his interest, he turned back to the table where his drink was. As he looked into his glass, he saw his scar. If he weren't the proud person he was, Vixion would surely be bragging about it, but this mark is a shameful reminder of the only time his life rested in the hands of someone else. After a few moments more of the memory, Vixion took a drink and returned to gazing at the outside people. 'I wonder where they are going? Do they even have a destination or are they just mindless puppets, like the rest of us?' Vixion wondered about other people, their destinations, their goals and their lives. When Vixion was a young boy he used to create stories about an elderly man he saw busy at work on a farm. Thinking of his childhood reminded him that good and innocence still existed in this world.

okay then until tomorrow, goodnight.

/alone... reply please?

Description: During the Twilight Hours of the day,at the local Tavern (bar/restaurant) a man who is reminded of his defeat tries to remember the victor to gain his revenge and restore his honor. There are booths and tables, the smell of tobacco and food are thick. Rules: 1. No controlling other characters. This is a free form Role Play. 2. You may not kill anyone unless they are your character(s). 3. Stick to the topic. If someone tries to change the rp, they will be ignored. I'll Start. Character-Vixion. (read signature for the description) "How long has it been since that fight? Since I lost to that masked woman? She wouldn't even tell me her name." Vixion said to himself as he sat in the poorly lit corner of the tavern. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts to listen to the chatter in the bar. His mind played back the scene of that night. Vixion remembered those emerald eyes that pierced through his being. "Who was she?" he said aloud,immediately looking around to see if anyone had heard him.

bah, alright

I want to, I'll go with my previous post for my first post in this session.

Once again changed. :]

Good Point. I'll repost it. The edited one of course. Walking into the dark, run-down building, Vixion takes no notice to the acts of violence that have just taken place. However, his feet take him in the direction of the attack. Vixion, who wasn't paying attention to the fighting, suddenly he stops and finds himself peering into the darkness, his adjusting eyes watching the female with the Kusari-gama. 'Impressive. I haven't witnessed anyone move like that since that battle...' He thinks to himself, subconsciously touching the scar on his cheek. Vixion ponders the thought of daring to talk to the dangerous woman. (better?)

oh. okay. 1 Question. why aren't there any chairs? i'll delete my post.

(ignore this)