Welcome to Nyxilion [Semi-lit Fantasy RP] *Accepting*

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Milo waved off the question with one hand and answered vaguely, "I... must have picked it up somewhere." Actually, he remembered exactly where he had learned it, but he wasn't about to tell her that. A long time ago, back in his first life, he had learned that werecats were often hunted for the magical properties of their fur and bones. Actually, now that he thought about it, that's how his first life had ended. A snaptrap that he hadn't been looking out for had caught him, and... but that wasn't the point. He didn't want it to happen again, so it was best not to let on that he was anything but human.

[Mayiamaru]

Blazer just sat, putting his head on his back and going to sleep. She won't find him...She'll find memories of Knight, they just won't be the right soul though... Blazer thought sourly as he tried to sleep. More and more souls, came along, attracted to the energy. Many knew Knight, but only because Knight had charmed them, helped them, killed them, saved them, stole from them or tricked them. None of them went back any further than about eight thousand years. The is how old this organization is. No one here knew of Knight and Skye's pasts except for them and their partners.

Mayia tilted her head just slightly, a little disappointted, but she wasn't going to press on any futher. It would be rude of her if it made him uncomfortable. "O-Oh... Alright." She said lowly, then looked him over. "... Um... What happened to your shoes, Milo?" She asked timidly, pointing down at Milo's bare feet. It was strange to go to town without shoes. The cobblestone path would hurt too much and people were clumsy, so one accidental step would be excrutiating.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Without thinking, Milo replied, "Oh, the shoes? They don't come with me when I leave my human form." Then, realizing what he had said, he clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening in horror. The boy scurried off into the crowd, slipping into an alley and shifting into a cat. How could he have let his secret escape? All he wanted was to be a normal kid, live a normal life, hang out with normal kids. But no, his traitor mouth had to give away all his effing secrets.

[Lennoxa]

Annie floated up higher. Reaching the far left of the soul bank. She saw one in a corner the size of a pea. She called it to her and expanded it. The memories were vaguely familiar. Familiar like what she'd seen in Knight's early life. No matter who's soul this was she breathed into it and sent it to it's owner. If it caused destruction she'd get Andrew right on it. She floated down and sat up. "I might have found it." She said smirking.

[Laughter]

Dilian wakes up streaching. SHe looks around before getting up. SHe walks around the room in her pajamas. SHe goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower.
( what time is it?)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Sometime after 8:00 PM.]

[Laughter]

Dillian takes her shower ad comes out. she trows on a pair of skinny jeans and a green/white stripped tank top. SHe grabs a light cardian and heads out. SHe walks around, trying to find people.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia flinched a bit when Milo ran. D-Did I do something wrong?... She thought, debating whether to follow or not, but she had to make it right, so she got away from the crowd and tried to see if she could spot Milo through the crowd. Not the best idea though... She wasn't very tall and she couldn't see past anyone's shoulder. Then she tried something different. She tried to use energy flows to find him. It was faint and hard to track, but it worked slowly and followed it. She found herself at the opening of an alley, feeling like something was watching her from the damp alleyway. "M-Milo?" She called out, taking a step forward into the alley, a little scared to be there.

Blazer crowed, glaring at Annie and unfoldig his neck. He spit out his firey jet of breath again. [You aren't going to find Skye's soul you foolish girl. Just accept it. Everything here is dead.] Blazer hissed. That pea of a soul must have been one drained of power by another source or the soul of someone very weak. Blazer may like Skye, but he has to follow his partner's orders. Skye wasn't weak. Or at the least, Blazer wanted to believe that.

[Lennoxa]

Annie looked at Blazer. "Who else would've seen hIs foster parnents?" she asked rolling her eyes. "his body may strong but the soul I found has memories from knights early life, in and out memories of the school and the prison. Nothing else makes sense." She said laying on Knight's bed. She felt extremely tired.

[Verdana]

Ty// He finds other beings such... Fleeting creatures. Yes. Fleeting. That's the word. The come, they go. They're impatient and quick and moody. He watches them with the fascination and complete lack of understanding that a tourist has when they watch a lion in the wild. Why, only a moment ago the fellow that is called Knight is talking about the time, and then there's another one, noting the destruction of his bedroom. Ty doesn't know how the time is relevant to their conversation, but he agrees that it is, indeed, eight o'clock. Whether it's morning or evening, he's not entirely sure. It doesn't matter to him either way. He doesn't need to sleep very much. Morning, night, it's all the same. One just has marginally less natural light than the other.

So time passes on. The young fellow who smells oddly like cat comes and goes, and with his leaving, Ty's interest in the current situation dwindles. He begins to whistle to himself, and goes to work picking little bits of finely-crafted debris out of the walls, carpet, light fixtures, corners. He fishes some out from under the bed, out of other machines, and then he begins on himself. Waste not, want not. Ty believes very firmly in this saying. What is to some the mangled spring out of their broken ballpoint pen is to Ty the last fixture in a machine that will automatically correct dysfuntional retinas. He begins to hum tunelessly to himself, his mind already on the next grand creation.

But first, perhaps another sandwich...


Bree// She's waiting at her designated corner for her brother. Her black (obviously) raincoat does very little to dispel the moisture and chill in the air. She wraps her arms around herself, morose. The town is starting to slow down now. Not many humans like to be out in the pouring rain. In fact, Bree herself could think of far better things to do than wait around in this deluge, chilled to the bone and of equally frosty disposition, waiting around for someone who may or may not come. She does not hide. Not obviously. But years of training allow her to automatically fade a little from the foreground, until humans look over her and promptly forget that they saw her. It wouldn't work on a non-human, but that doesn't matter. They're too caught up in their own lives to care what the taciturn new girl is up to.

She stomps her foot in an effort to brings warmth to her toes. Where the hell is he? She checks her watch, and sighs. Ten minutes late. Evidently her brother's forgotten about the meeting. Typical. One out of three he remembers, and one out of seven of those he makes it to without becoming completely distracted. Time's a-ticking. She needs to go. He can catch her up if he's late. She rather doubts it.

She steps out of her corner, blank-eyed but completely aware. She's looking for someone in particular. Someone who will be waiting for her. She only has to scout around the almost-empty street twice before she sees him. She withholds a laugh. He's a new one. Cute. Takes the whole 'blending in' thing so seriously. You can see the furrows of effort in his brow as he makes himself insignificant. Hah! Amateur. Starting to smile, Bree steps forward. The man sees her, freezes. She flashes him her bracelet. It's got a little bird on it, an innocent, fat, feathered creature. Yet it's swooping down, beak open in a shriek. He'll know. His own Wren sign is displayed prominently on his chest. Amateur, she thinks again, walking up to him with a grunt of recognition. He bows. Good.
The Commander sends regards. he says formally. Tsk. Probably been told that this was high-profile. Bree snorts.
Whatever. Come, let's get somewhere warm and dry. Then we can talk.