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soul_logs2013-01-19 09:34 pm
ashadowofhope) wrote in soul_logs2013-01-19 09:34 pm
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[Open] Still a Shadow
Characters: Oswald and whomever crosses him
Location: Park - Training Grounds
Rating: PG-13
Time: April 26th, Evening
Description: Oswald further examines and exercises with his Meister Ability, testing the boundaries of how far it can go before he's nearly consumed by darkness.
In the darkness, his paced, ignoring the Moon grinning down upon Death City. He was agitated again, but not by the recent behavior of the citizens. Nay, it was a matter more personal and troubling to him. Stopping in the shadows, he raised a hand before his face, feeling his chest ache as it did in Erion. There was a lack of red from his Belderiver, but his eye did glow as he allowed the black flames to rise around his hand and move up his arm. As they lapped at his shoulder, he willed it away with more difficulty than he would like.
With his connection to death and this city's 'theme', it was all no better than the rulers back home before they fell. How convenient to get their hands on the power from the Netherworld lingering in his soul.
"... That device couldn't relieve me of this curse. Perhaps I was right... and yet..."
He was being used, but he couldn't bring himself to care about it. His concern extended past the bounds of this conflict and back home where he wanted to be. Was she still well? He hadn't seen her before arriving here.
Shaking his head, he turned and stepped out of the shadows, approaching the lone training figure that he had earlier requested to be left behind. Despite the pain erupting from his chest again, he raised his hands and allowed the black flames to engulf both arms again before he lashed out, ripping into the wooden dummy. When the darkness threatened to consume him entirely by lapping at his neck, he stepped back, panting. This wouldn't be enough. He required more training... He needed to acquire a Weapon for one of these missions against something alive.
Location: Park - Training Grounds
Rating: PG-13
Time: April 26th, Evening
Description: Oswald further examines and exercises with his Meister Ability, testing the boundaries of how far it can go before he's nearly consumed by darkness.
In the darkness, his paced, ignoring the Moon grinning down upon Death City. He was agitated again, but not by the recent behavior of the citizens. Nay, it was a matter more personal and troubling to him. Stopping in the shadows, he raised a hand before his face, feeling his chest ache as it did in Erion. There was a lack of red from his Belderiver, but his eye did glow as he allowed the black flames to rise around his hand and move up his arm. As they lapped at his shoulder, he willed it away with more difficulty than he would like.
With his connection to death and this city's 'theme', it was all no better than the rulers back home before they fell. How convenient to get their hands on the power from the Netherworld lingering in his soul.
"... That device couldn't relieve me of this curse. Perhaps I was right... and yet..."
He was being used, but he couldn't bring himself to care about it. His concern extended past the bounds of this conflict and back home where he wanted to be. Was she still well? He hadn't seen her before arriving here.
Shaking his head, he turned and stepped out of the shadows, approaching the lone training figure that he had earlier requested to be left behind. Despite the pain erupting from his chest again, he raised his hands and allowed the black flames to engulf both arms again before he lashed out, ripping into the wooden dummy. When the darkness threatened to consume him entirely by lapping at his neck, he stepped back, panting. This wouldn't be enough. He required more training... He needed to acquire a Weapon for one of these missions against something alive.