[Open] Still a Shadow

[ashadowofhope]

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.

Comments

[lezard_valeth]

Now, this was someone awfully fascinating. To think, he'd come to the park if only to check on his investment, but instead he finds a rather fascinating boy dancing on what was no doubt the edge between madness and sanity.

Would he approach? Of course not. He valued his life, such as it was in his current cage of flesh - there was a freedom in being a spirit, you see - and was sorely lacking in his magic outside of his own Weapon form.

"...And what manner of being are you?" He asked with a note of amusement, leaning a shoulder against a tree.

[kill_some_time]

Hades was often out at nights, always wandering and searching for something new and interesting to observe or even play with. Now that all the other gods of his kin had left, the King of the Underworld had found himself growing increasingly restless, like a shadow that suddenly realized that the person that was throwing it was fading rather than it itself.

He knows that he was supposed to be the first and the last god. That didn't mean that he had to like it, especially when he was left stranded with barely any of his powers and way more mortals around than he could care for as long as they insisted on doing nothing but playing the same old boring games of routine over and over again.

Such were his thoughts when he suddenly saw the flames. Which were something new. Following them, he quickly happened upon a new figure that was immersed in training. The dark god waited for a while until he finally approached.

"It is not wise to play with something one does not like."