This time, because there is dialogue, I didn't order the story by texts. So just know that my cuz and I are switching off writing.
The boys' murderer walked off as the day ended and the night rose. The next day he met up with another figure a few miles away, close to a costal beach. He wore an open shirt and trunks. The other, a woman, was laying out on a towel, tanning.
"You know Wind, when we go to the beach everyone can always see your ouroboros symbol," Lightning points out to his cousin.
"Right back at you, Idiot! Yours is more visible than mine, it's on your leg for Christ's sake! At least mine is on the bottom of my foot! You can only see it when I'm laying out!" replies Wind, "Plus I don't care if I'm seen!"
"I like taking care of the witnesses." Wind smiled and put a nail file away in her bag.
"Yeah yeah, I agree. But still let's head out, we have more important things to due instead of laying around," says Lightning. "We will have our goal soon enough," He whispered.
Wind stood up to look at her cousin. "Then we more onward." Mid-step they seemed to disappear, taking off faster than could be perceived by the eye. Again mid-step they materialized in a cold, snowy landscape.
"Alright let's get in the cabin. It's annoying to sink in the snow." Lightning says with an annoyed rasp. Before he had even finished his last word Wind had jumped up in the air with incredible strength, soaring faster than anyone would think possible. Higher and higher she soared until her momentum stopped and she started back down towards earth. She pulled her fist back in preparation to punch the ground. The white icy earth shook and a crater formed. The sheer force of the punch blasted all the snow away and Lightning could even make out grass and dirt now. Many feet below the snow line a second ago, the cabin was now in view with a mountain of snow piled behind it from the blast.
"There ya go, cuz!" squeaks out Wind. "Ha! Show off! But thank you," replies Lightning. No one would have ever heard the strike, considering their secure cabin was on top of the Himalayas. "I can't believe the peak gets over 100 feet of snow this time of year," says Lightning as they walk inside. They set their rooms back up, changed, and wandered back to the main room.
"It's gotten dusty. Guess we've been away awhile," Lightning ran a finger down the old picture frame hanging by the door, leaving a streak in the thick layer of dust.
"Some light please?" asked Wind. Lightning held one hand in the 'tiger seal' and nonchalantly emitted a streak of Lightning to each wick on the candleabra chandalier above. The cabin sprung into view. Lightning was getting better, Wind could see. It used to be that they had to draw alchemic circles to release their powers, but using hand seals instead was something new.
Wind motioned towards the picture and the dust blew away in one burst. Simpler uses of soul energy required minimal motions to release. Lightning put his hand on the wall and they both looked at the picture. It showed a happy family smiling in a Montana field in front of a cabin not unlike theirs. "We will avenge your deaths! At all costs! We haven't become Homunculi for nothing!" Lightning's eyes sparked red with electricity.
"I don't mind the perks though," Wind said cheerily. "And we've been causing havoc on this earth while we've searched for so many season. We will never give up!"
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