Author's Note: This goes off of a lot of theoretical based information that we don't have confirmation on. Information may or may not be disproven at later dates. This is also my first work of art I'm pushing out into the world for others to see, instead of keeping it in my shell. There are certain symbols and queues to know. [Thought], "Dialogue", {Named Move}. Characters will have their own section dedicated to their abilities throughout the chapters, shown by a cut between the paragraphs.
Inanis' blood was dripping all over himself. This wasn't the first time he's been like this; multiple times, he's been like this. Still, after a long, and intense battle with the people he's been running from for most of his life, he's tired. He's been playing this game over and over; learn the opponent, beat the crap out of them, they can't chase him anymore, he rests up, the next one comes. He just wants a break from all of this pain, his struggle, his life. How many innocent souls has he wounded just for his own safety and life, a hundred? Five hundred? One thousand? All forced upon him by a leader. One gone rouge from the rest of the world, and he knows that. Despite the knowledge that its self defense, the leader he once was a part of that he broke off due to unfairness was rouge, the one sending them after him, he still felt guilt. Hopelessness for himself, him thinking that he's the person to blame for all of this. The knowledge that he can't hide who he was, with all of his scars he has from fighting so often. He'd look back, seeing the knocked out body behind him, letting out a sigh, as he kicks his raft off, setting sail once more, the dark moon illuminating the water he was floating upon, him slowly paddling the raft more and more out to sea with his oar. Once he felt he was out enough, he'd stop for the night.
He'd sit down on his raft, just waiting to eventually fall asleep by accident. Inanis always tried to act tough and serious around other people, not to seem cool or edgy, but to keep others from worrying about himself. As a matter of fact, just from knowing him and his personality, you'd never guess his true feelings. "If only I hadn't broken free from that loop. If only I wasn't even brought into this world. If only there was another easy way out of this…" Inanis knew one easy way out, but he chose not to act on it yet. Inanis didn't cry, for he never had done so out of pity or sorrow. He felt sadness, anger, but never happiness. He just wanted a peaceful night for once; one without a fight, one without sorrow, just one where he could relax. He'd wipe the blood off with the cloth he got from the last member of the clan he fought before he went on the island hopping sea traveling journey.
Some sort of blue long-sleeved cloak that fit only around your torso and waist, cut straight down the middle, with a double hood that no matter how many times you flipped down, would still cover your head, with the hood you flipped down being on your back. "That scientist. Always had a dopey ass grin on his face, and he still was my worst enemy so far. I guess I have him to thank for all of this. The most friendly one of them, and I was forced to kill him." After Inanis was dried off of all of that blood pouring out of his now less bloody wounds, he tore off the bloody hood he cleaned himself with, and patched the damage to his cloak. Unsurprisingly, there was another hood taking the place of the now ripped-off hood. He'd put the weird cloak on himself, and lied down, unable to sleep, cursing himself for existence. Eventually, his thought stopped as he drifted to sleep, still moving on the body of water with his trusted raft.
Every fifteen minutes, he'd wake up, out of the fear of getting assassinated during his slumber. He'd then not fall asleep for the next hour; then he'd repeat the cycle. Upon his final awakening, he'd notice the storm that was brewing, not at land yet, but there was some in sight. Inanis, who shortened his name to Ian, got up, adjusting his tight hat he always had on his head to identify himself. Not bothering to take the weird cloak off himself, he immediately starts an attempt to make it to land. The rain pounded on him heavily, his only need at the moment is to get to land. He paddled as hard as he could, getting closer and closer by the minute. Thunder rolled around him, the waves churning harder and harder each strike. He almost made it to this new land, when the lightning finally struck him close on. His raft, from the sheer power of the blast, completely collapsed, as Ian was knocked out from the shock and sheer damage.
Ian later awoke, after the storm had fully passed. He was luckily drifted onto land, unluckily his entire raft broke apart when the lightning struck it. His cloak was also torn, along with that scientist's cloak. He had a few burns from the shock as well, with some splinters mixed in from the log shrapnel. He winces to get up and observe his surroundings, plucking out as many splinters as he could. He was hungry and thirsty for a start, so after plucking out as many splinters as he could find and pull out, he got up and went looking for food, deeper in the lush forest he saw nearby. Little did he know, his every move was being monitored by someone nearby.
After wandering forwards for a little bit, he finally found a little bit of fruit. It was high up in a tree; higher than he could reach, at least. He picked up a pebble, and put it between two of his fingers. Two other fingers would then appear to float midair, along with the hand, some of the arm and the rest of the three fingers, and then they proceeded to flick the pellet, knocking down the fruit he was aiming for. Not his natural kind of fauna, Ian noticed upon closer inspection, but he couldn't be bothered. After this meal, he'd need to find water, then he'd have to fix his raft to stay safe. A group would form to kill him soon. Off he went to find water. Ian heard the crushing of leaves next to him, the snapping of twigs. It got louder and faster the more he sped up, too, as though he was being followed. He stopped for a moment, getting prepared for whatever would eventually lunge at himself.
The rustle of leaves got closer and closer as well, as a dark shadow lunged out at him. Two arms would grab the figure; the same, white with a bluish glow hand that launched the pebble at the fruit. "Give me one good reason to not completely snap both of your arms right now." Ian had muttered after the figure was grabbed. "J-Just who are you? N-Nobody's grabbed me before, at least w-with this strength..." the figure had said, with some grunts mixed in from her struggle to get free. Ian would turn around, the figure having lunged at his back. The figure seemed to be a lot like him, similar fur-like texture, the eyes were similar, but white with black pupils, unlike his black eyes with white pupils, and some short stubby ears rounded out her look. Long, flowing darker hair as well, and a snout, just like himself. The creature also had a tail as well, and paws but not hooves. "I said give me one good reason to not snap your arms." Ian had said again, the arms grabbing the creature with more force.
The figure squealed out in pain slightly, begging for their life. "I-I ap-pologize! Just let me g-go!" Their face was scrunching from the pain as well. "I didn't k-know who y-you w-were! I-I thought y-you were one of t-them!" The arms would shove her to the ground, whilst letting go. "I don't give shits about who here is bothering you, but I ain't with them. I've seen weaker than you put up more of a fight." Ian had said in response, starting to walk off to find water, what he originally planned. "W-wait, you're a light spirit aren't you? I thought all that existed here were my kind! Just where did you come from?" the figure shouted out at him. "Just how would you know that knowledge? Explain yourself, before I beat the shit out of you for being a potential enemy. Start off with who you are." "I'm… Luxie, shortened to Lux," the figure had stated nervously. "I am a dark spirit, and I am a part of the kingdom of Nimeh. I've heard of light spirits, but have never seen one, despite knowing most of this land! Just who are you?" was all stuttered nervously by Luxie.
"Since you gave me all I needed to know, I'll tell you. I am Inanis, shortened to Ian. I am a light spirit who travels between lands, however I have never heard of a dark spirit such as yourself. I do not originate from this land." Ian was already walking off before he had finished the last part of the sentence.
Ian had finally found water in this desolate land. Good enough, as he drank what he needed from it. The rustle of leaves was common the deeper he got into the forest. After getting his drink, he heard rustling coming right at him. Prepared for combat, the arms already being summoned, Ian walked back to the beach he originally came from. Getting halfway there, he heard a cry for help. It wasn't his problem, but he had to respond to it. Luxie was getting attacked by two other light spirits, obviously having tracked him down, and quickly too. They were damn good at it, that's for certain, and determined to eliminate their biggest threat.
Not even a single word was muttered before being followed by the noise of probably a hundred punches on the spirits before they both were deemed unable to battle. The arms he had summoned came in handy a lot. "Good grief. The hell are they, attacking innocent people they ain't even after?" Ian stated out loudly, slightly wounded from the short battle he had on the weak spirits. Dusting off the dirt and grime that he got on the cloak he was still wearing, he began to walk off, not before hearing "W-wait, do you know w-who they are?". "Perhaps I would, if you gave me an explanation for them to attack you."
"They're rouge, after the king of Nimeh set a law. All light spirits would be killed, and dark would reign over the land. Some escaped and started their own societies out in the further lands of the region, and ended up going insane all-together. Their hatred for dark spirits drives them mad…" Lux had good reasoning to be attacked, given the entirety of the light spirits of Nimeh that remained and basically hated anyone who had anything to do with their king. "Let me guess, you probably want me to go help you take this king down, elect someone who can actually do the job properly and not single handedly piss off an entire race by being a racist shit? I've heard the cliche so many times. Hero comes along that nobody knew of as a hero, and saves the day out of the good will of themselves." Lux would agree to Ian's statement. "You're the only one I've met who could come close to matching his power! If it ain't anyone else, he could expand the kingdom! End up taking over the world! Aren't there people you want to protect?" Ian was already walking off when he heard the question. There were… very few people he wanted to protect in this world. But, they were still people. There was only one alive still at the moment, but he wanted to protect that singular person. "...Good grief. Help me get shelter set up at least, show me that you all aren't bad."
By nightfall, Ian already had a collection of fruits, and some shelter where he would spend the next few days. Lux had helped, and given how Lux wasn't used to not being around civilization, Ian had to show her what to do so she could do it properly. He's already fixed his cloak and the scientist's cloak, so he had that going for him. The last few splinters he was able to get out, and his burns were starting to heal up. Lux didn't live in civilization, due to being an obvious rebel, but had her safe spot set out for her already, as she had told Ian. Ian himself was already warming up to Lux, at least enough to not act too serious around her.
"So, those arms… what are those?" Lux had questioned Ian. "They are my spirit ability, obviously. Not even the entire thing," Ian had stated as his full ability appeared behind him. A creature with no eyes, but 7 spikes on its head, each glowing a different color. The creature had wires running down its body, each connected to one of the spikes. The torso ends in a generic genie wisp tail, giving it slight flight. "I named it Exspiravit." Luxie was impressed at how well developed an ability Ian had, almost as if Ian had been using it for all of his life.
Ability User: Inanis
Ability Name: Exspiravit
Ability Details: Appears as a floating figure with seven different colors on the seven spikes and wire-like coils on the figure. Stronger, faster, and more durable than Inanis himself.
"I assume you have an ability, given how similar creatures we are." Ian had observed. Lux showed her ability off; a bundle of knives, and one bigger knife, big enough to mount on her back coming out of her arm. Both were each as black as her fur, if not even more black. "I think the name Dark, Darker, Yet Darker suits it…" Lux had pointed out.
Ability User: Luxie
Ability Name: Dark, Darker, Yet Darker
Ability Details: Appears as black knives. Definitively a longer ranged stand, however, the one giant knife she can wield allows for close combat situations. An all-around ability at best.
"Good grief. I'm going to bed." Ian was knocked out after his restless night and tiring day, and he needed sleep. Lux chuckled a little at how fast he fell asleep, before falling asleep herself. She rested on her cloak, almost as white as Ian's fur, and had a purple star on her left shoulder area painted on. She swiftly fell asleep for the day that would open up tomorrow, starting their bizarre adventure.
Ian, once confirmed Lux had gone to sleep, pulled a drawing out of a hidden inner pocket on the cloak, marked with an X. He took a look at the drawing; small enough to fit in a pocket, yet detailed enough so you could make out who was on it. Inanis was drawn on there, with a smile on his face. Anenigma stood behind him, the scientist Ian referred to, posing with their ability, and a third friend of his, though that part of the drawing was torn off, so he couldn't see the ability or face. Everything about them seemed so familiar, yet he couldn't remember who the person in the drawing looked like. Signed on the bottom was the name Anenigma, in a weird looking font, with a singular message. "Don't Forget." Ian sighed as he put the paper away, and laid down and went to sleep peacefully.
Ian dreamed of meeting his friends again. Living a natural life, just running around, enjoying himself. No dark spirits, no fighting going on, just peace. Anenigma. If it wasn't for him, Ian wouldn't have broken free from his daze. Anenigma was already, well, an enigma. He just suddenly appeared, out of nowhere, older than a lot of the other spirits, but he looked just like them. He was definitely a comedian, always making terrible puns and playing mischievous yet harmless pranks. If he felt it would hurt anyone's feelings, he wouldn't do it. He always drank and ate quickly, almost as if he learned his entire life to do so. And by eating fast, Ian means eating fast. Anenigma could probably drink down an entire lake within ten minutes if he wanted to. Could mow down an entire fruit harvest in twenty minutes, be ready for seconds in five minutes. Yet he never seemed to starve, as though he could go days on end without eating and not complain. He was a smart guy, predicting what people would say next, building complex machinery, performing experiments with stuff he shouldn't have touched in the first place. If he had the resources given, he'd have experimented on Spirits as well. However, he usually just hung around, sleeping a lot. Ian loved talking with him, as though Anenigma could understand Ian's encrypted feelings. On that fateful day, Anenigma told Inanis to act on said feelings. Break free from the loop, Inanis was told. He did so, by calling out the unfairness in certain ways of life. And then sheer hell broke loose afterwards. Being in a military focused spirit race, they were planning to take out other spirits, rule all, but Inanis broke free from that. Others did too, and Inanis was forced to fight multiple people. Tens, then hundreds hit his number, and while trying to take the raft out to sea to escape, he encounter Anenigma. A long, egregious, unwanted duel bellowed out between them. Inanis was severely injured, but eventually shoved his ability's fist straight through Anenmiga's stomach. With his last legs, he was healed by Anenigma, told to take his jacket and flee. And Inanis did just that, leaving what he used to call home. Eventually, the spirit tree side of the chaos won, and sent out groups to hunt Inanis down, and kill him. Luckily, Inanis would prove victorious over these groups, as they became larger, faster, stronger, his weightload started to crush him from the sheer amount of pressure he held on his back. He never saw another person on any of the islands he visited until now, not including those who tracked him down, when he met Luxie. And this meeting, it would lead into one bizarre adventure between Inanis and Luxie.
The night was cold. It always was everywhere, a soft breeze blowing on everything. Peace, something Inanis never experienced much of. Inanis woke early, he always did out of protection. How not one person had tried to murder him in his sleep, he was baffled. But he still woke early. He always did, out of fear of being killed. He got up, Lux still sleeping soundly. He walked down to the beach, and just stared out at it. [I wonder if anyone misses me. I wasn't nice to anyone, never was. Why would I be slightly nice to Luxie? That isn't like me…]. Inanis contemplated the topic heavily. The only person he was nice to was Anenigma, and whoever that mystery man in the drawing was. "Wherever you are, shine on, you crazy diamond." Ian chuckled to himself. Not knowing someone, but you have a general need to protect them. Upon closer analysis of the drawing, there were some wing-like qualities on the creature. It had the same fur on it that Inanis and Anenigma did, but it was different. Ian pulled out the picture to look at it. [I failed their wishes, didn't I? Just like I failed at being a good person and trying to do the right thing. I am a good for nothing piece of shit after all.] He'd put the picture away, with a chuckle. [Man, if only I wasn't such a whiny brat about this.] Inanis came from a land of evil. That obviously meant he was evil as well?
Despite being a spirit, he still wasn't able to dictate his own actions. There was always someone above him, and that was usually anyone else. Even after breaking off to his own will, he still felt under a lot of people. [No self worth. Nobody would care if I just ended it all, would they? In fact, they'd be happy. Happy I was gone, that I wouldn't interfere with their lives. Maybe that was the fate destined for me, to die alone, remembered by nobody… Heh, what a tragic fate I have.] Ian looked towards the sky, it was probably four in the morning now. Who the hell would be up at four in the morning? Him, obviously. Who else? What do they need to wake up at the break of dawn for? Food, water? Life? He wasn't up for any of those. He was up because there was slight peace, wasn't it? No attacks, no need to think. Just some quiet.
As he was thinking about how worthless he was, footsteps approached him. The sand on the beach quieted the footsteps, leaving the tracks of a paw and a hoove in the creature's path. The bag the creature was carrying shuffled with the contents it held, clanking and clattering as they hit each other. The creature approached Inanis, wary of him for being a light spirit. The creature has heard of light spirits before; and is wary of both dark and light spirits, for a matter of fact. Once a close, yet safe distance from Inanis, the creature sat down, rattling through its bag. Inanis heard this unsettling rattling, as he felt some nervous in him, but also anger for disturbing his peace. Inanis immediately snapped his neck to the creature in the moonlight, where he heard the noise from. Seen from Ian's perspective, all he saw was another dark spirit, probably one that would attack him. The creature would pull some sort of object out of its bag, and plug it into another object. A faint melody would be heard coming from this… new object the creature used. Inanis was already pissed that this dark spirit disturbed his peace, and now he disturbs it even more? There was something he could at least try to do to tell him to knock it off. Ian shuffled through the sand, attempting to find a rock of any smaller size. Once he pulled one out, he got in the old flicking position, and fired.
The rock completely missed who he was aiming at. But it hit that large, weird box the figure had, which luckily hit a button that ejected whatever the creature put in there, popping it right out into their face. [They always made fun of me for not being able to attack long distances. Taunted me over and over again with the name "I Can't Aim".] This thought only made Inanis more pissed off. The creature recoiled in pain. "Aw, dangit- I'll- I'll-" The creature looked over at Inanis, who was already back to looking at the ocean. The creature, obviously not taking a liking to these, got angered as well. "That little…" It got back on its feet, and started walking over to Ian, blood dripping out of its mouth. Ian heard the footsteps as they got closer, and it was at this moment he knew. He knew, he messed up a little bit.
"Good grief. Got mad I ended your disturbance of my peace?" The creature was shocked in response to this, almost as if Inanis had trained his whole life to be prepared for any fight. Inanis turned around, still only seeing a dark spirit, facing the ocean. Ian prepared Exspiravit, ready for combat. "I could give you ten seconds to get the hell away from me, but I really want to beat the shit out of someone right now. You'll do." Ian started approaching the figure, who had already stopped. "Oh, so you're approaching me? Instead of running away, you're coming right to me?" was said by the figure in a slightly nervous tone. "I can't beat the shit out of you without getting closer." Ian responded. "Oh-ho! Then come as close as you like." The figure also started to approach Ian in a shuffle, making sure his other side was not to be seen. Ian's full ability was already out, as he wasn't fully aware of the enemy's ability yet. "ORI!" the figure would cry out as it launched a punch. "ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI!" was yelled out as a battle cry each time it threw a punch. Ian had slowed down, his opening for attack over, as sand was flown into the air from the recoil. He was expecting some damage, but instead saw an acute triangle shape at the end of a long stick, strings running down it. The triangle itself had a triangle-ish indent in it. The odd thing about it… was that it was blue, and had a glow to it. [Impossible… If dark spirits are able to wield light, then this will be a difficult journey I'm going on. There's no possible way though! They should only be able to wield the dark! Unless… But… No… I've deemed it impossible… How?]
The figure's other half was wrapped in a cloak. But Inanis could only think of one possible solution. But it wasn't possible at all, was it? There was no way for it to be possible, is there? Anenigma talked about this once. About the interesting things in spirit anatomy, from what he could know. But… No. He couldn't get interrupted from this thought. He had to beat the shit out of him, and he knew what he was capable of now. Ian lept back. He'd have to catch him off-guard with a punch, that… whatever, is durable. More durable than his ability, for certain. "Do you like it? My ability is known as A-Side. It's a highly durable musical instrument, allowing me to bash your head in and block with it as much as I please." the figure stated. [Or… I could eventually just break through it. Heh. Nothing is truly unbreakable.] "I'll keep beating the shit out of it until it breaks then." Ian would once again approach the figure, and continuously punch at them with Exspiravit. "ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI!"
Ian stopped and lept back. The guitar had no damage that he could see of, and his fists were getting hurt from punching such a hard object so much. Ian had to change his tactics back to plan A; wait for an opening. How would he do that? Just wait for an attack? Wait for them to run out of stamina? No. Ian would find a way to damn well break that ability. The creature, noticing Ian was in thought, would rush in for an attack. Ian would snap out of the daze right as he was attacked, with a straight joust to the guts. Ian stumbled back from this, re-adjusted his hat, and immediately rushed in for his attack. He attacked with hook after hook, attempting to hit them on their side. Ian kept getting hit back when he was thinking of what to do next, though. Over and over again, "ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI!" was shouted. Ian had finally formulated a plan; act stupid, then strike when the time was right. The confidence in this thing's voice when it said the guitar couldn't break had some cockiness in it. He'd have to bring that cockiness out more.
Ian was a bloody mess at this point. He's been hit a lot, and the guitar seriously ripped his skin up. "Now it's time for the finishing blow on a weak light spirit such as yourself, you rogue jerkface!" The figure swung the instrument straight at the side of Ian's head, only for it to be grabbed right before it landed. "Oh, please. I won't go down to a bastard like you that easily." The sound of a snap would happen, as Ian kept pulling down on one side of the guitar, slowly breaking the end off more and more. "ORRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" It would be fixable in due time, but it certainly wasn't at the moment. "There's no way! No-one can just snap A-Side!" The figure cried. "Of course there is. Using your best combat ability for too much defense is a dumb idea in the first place. The dumbass who came up with the saying 'the best offense is a good defense' was probably high as shit when he said that." Ian responded. "You hungry, you little prick?" Ian punched the figure straight in the face with his ability, sending them flying backwards to their bag. They ruffled along the sand, tumbling backwards and creating a large cloud. It was starting to become daylight, and Lux would soon wake up. "Good grief. A single punch, and you're already down for the count? I've seen children do better than that. Now, please kindly piss off, or i'll send you straight to hell. Ian muttered. " "Nnngh… Why did I deserve this life…?" The creature muttered, getting back up, and reach into his bag. He wasn't done yet, as Ian could see. [The hell is he doing with those… things? Does he have two abilities? If so, this battle's going to be a lot harder than I thought…]
Ian had little time to think before a string came flying at him at high speeds, smacking him in the face. Ian winced from the pain, but didn't stumble. Some sort of thread came from a side on the box that immediately rolled back into the object. "You're stronger than I expected, I shouldn't have let my guard down." the figure stated, some cockiness still lingering in his speech. Ian was ready to rush him down and punch him some more, but he had to find some way to approach. The closer he is, the further the tape sends him back. Ian couldn't dodge, either. The tape was far, far too fast. He had to figure out a solution…
Ian kept getting hit back, thinking of a solution. Ian had noticed a pattern in his flicking, it would always curve to the left slightly. Ian quickly grabbed some wet sand. This was his once chance to win this fight. He flicked aiming to the right of this figure, praying that it would work. As it curved through the air, the figure was ready to fire the tape again. He had to have timed it right, to hit the figure right in the eye. The ball of muddy sand curved through the air, spinning and moving closer to the figure.
The tension was high, time almost seemed to slow down. The projectile was, luckily, a direct hit in the eye. The tape was aimed off, allowing Ian to grab it and get closer to the figure as it was pulled back again. What went down afterwards… it got a little bloody, to say the least. "ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI ORI!" was shouted as the figure was sent tumbling backwards, unable to fight at the moment, but still healable. Ian then proceeded to do what he promised. Beating the shit out of them.
Ian had some explaining to do with Luxie, for certain. Lux would wake up and see Ian, all bloody and bruised. "What the hell? How are you bloody and bruised? What happened?" Lux questioned Ian. "Go see that bastard on the beach. Too cocky for his own good, and that was his downfall." Ian said, while patching his wounds up. Lux would head down to the beach to find whoever it was that bothered Ian so much. Lux took one look at him, and immediately knew who it was. "No… You dumbass, this is why you don't go around other people! God bless it…" Lux would start carrying the passed out body back to Ian, to at least help him recover. She'd go back for the bag, another important relic to this mystery creature.
"Ian! This guy you hurt… He's pretty important! Come take a look at this!" Ian'd sigh, walking right over to the passed out figure. "What? What's so important about another dark spirit?" Ian inquired. "He's not just a dark spirit… He's the whole reason this race war started." She'd take off his special cloak, which mostly covered only one side of his body, revealing his other half. The main reason why the light spirits and dark spirits of Nimeh got into a huge fight. All because of one person. The reason behind that one person being the cause? They were inter-race, that's why.
"No… How… Half light, half dark?" Ian was certainly flummoxed about the situation. "Light spirit impregnated the queen of this land, and he was the result. I was brought into this world around the same time as him… but he went through so much undeserved pain. The queen was executed, the father was most likely killed. He had to learn to grow on his own… He is known as Oni." Lux explained. "...Well, if he's gonna help us with whatever we're doing, I guess he can come along for the time being. He's been through too much, I pity him, having to run for your entire life. Nobody deserves that fate…" [Except myself, of course…]
Oni soon later awoke, Ian grabbing whatever food he could scavenge nearby. Lux calmed Oni down, both having met on a handful of occasions before. As a matter of fact, Oni was actually looking for She explained the situation they were in, and who Inanis was. Oni agreed to make amends with Inanis, and that he could assist on the quest; for vengeance, of course. "I apologize for what happened last night. I've just been… stressed, lately." Ian told Oni Upon his return. They would soon set out on their bizarre adventure, the three of them. That guitar wasn't Oni's only ability; he had one other, as explained to Ian.
Ability User: Oni
Ability Names: A-Side B-Side
Ability Details: A-Side is a very durable guitar, which can be played like one. B-Side is a cassette and radio, which can play music the user has heard before, each music piece turning into a singular cassette.
Inanis, Luxie, and Oni set off on their quest to stop the dark lord. They all were prepared for the long and eventful journey they had ahead, and no matter what, they'd all make it through. These three Spirited Crusaders.
Meanwhile, on that same fateful stormy night...
Rain pounded on her shoulders. She ran from two dark spirits, mercilessly chasing her down. Being a light spirit, she was a prime target in the society she lived in. These two dark spirits were a part of a nine man team in the royal guard. She couldn't fend against them, her ability not well suited for combat. She ran as fast as she could to get away from those two madmen, but they kept catching up. No matter how fast she ran, their explosion jumping skills would always one up her. Tears streamed down her face as she kept running from them, eventually coming to a cliffside. There was only one option, wasn't there? She peered off the edge, noticing the steep drop. It was either life, or death, as the explosions got closer, and she jumped off, taking a large amount of damage from the fall down from cliffside rocks. With a great thud, the two rocket jumpers landed on the edge of the cliff, noticing how she jumped off. Considering their job done, they left her to plummet to her almost certain doom.
Ian and the others were walking up towards that very same cliff. It was a long journey, up the tall mountain. It was a long and hard climb, but the view was worth it, and it would be slower to just go around, wouldn't it? There already was a cliff they could descend on slowly on the other side, but they stopped to admire the view. "I can see almost across the entire island from here!" Lux stated. "I'd bet it'd look pretty good if it was nighttime and cloudles…" Oni stated. Ian looked down off the cliff, looking at what was under it. He noticed a light spirit down there, that was seemingly motionless. "Oi, look down there. Isn't that another light spirit?" They all looked down, at the motionless spirit. "I think we should go check them out, they look injured." Ian stated. "Bet you won't jump off the edge like a maniac, Ian." Oni dared him. "It's a large drop, we don't have time to go down-" was almost finished by Lux before Ian jumped off the edge like a madman. There was a moment of confusion on their faces before sheer panic set in.
Ian was hurtling down the side of a cliff, there was probably a dead body at the bottom of said cliff that Ian jumped off towards, both Oni and Lux could probably not do anything, and Ian just realized something. He had no way to get down safely, which he didn't fully consider before jumping off. [Shit. I didn't think this through did I? FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. How do I get out of this situation? Think, YOU DUMB BRAINLESS PIECE OF SHIT!... wait. I just have floating arms for an ability. I could theoretically slow myself down using those… but I'd probably still take some hefty damage.] Ian then proceeded to summon his ability, and pull up on his body with it. Ian's ability doesn't have the sheer strength to fully uplift himself from the pull of gravity, however it still slowed his descent. Ian landed on the ground with a thud, with Oni and Lux looking over the edge to see if he was alright.
"IAN!" was shouted downwards. "I'M GOOD!"... Ian was not good. His legs were bruised from the fall, probably fractured. At least he landed decently enough to not shatter his legs completely. He got up and limped over to the other spirit creature; they seemed knocked out from a fall as well, but not dead completely. He'd have to wake her to make sure she was ok. [Boys will be boys…] Luxie thought as they began climbing back down the cliff to get to Ian. Ian would look over the creature, checking again for any sign of life. A singular touch shook them awake, with Ian having visible concern, almost as if going on this journey unlocked the compassion within him. Ian had multiple personalities for multiple people; but never this sort of personality before. Was it a feeling of compassion, or another unnatural force? The spirit immediately opened their eyes out of responsive fear, and tried to get away from Ian. "S-Stay back! I don't need to get chased down more! Just leave me alone, all of you!" the spirit said, attempting to escape. Ian grabbed her with his ability, they were awake for sure. "Calm the fuck down. You don't want to make me pissed off." Ian applied more grip to them, to make sure they wouldn't run off. "My partners will be here soon, we can discuss questions then." Ian did his best to calm her down, the more partners he could gain, the more of a chance he'd have at winning. The spirit struggled to get out of his grip heavily.
[With how much you're wriggling, I can obviously tell you're under a lot of stress. I've felt that way before, but your best move would be to calm down. If only you could hear me right now…] As the spirit kept struggling to break free, Lux and Oni continued their descent down the mountain towards Ian. They wouldn't hear him talking to this other spirit for a while for certain. "Ngh… Just let me go! You don't have reason to keep me in a hold like this- Agh… Ow…" The spirit winced from the pain that Ian induced from the grip. "I ain't letting you go. Everyone here is a potential enemy for me, especially light spirits more-so than anyone else. I ain't giving reason on thait, but if you're going to keep it up, you're going to end up hurting both of us more. I could be applying worse tactics to keep you on standby until I have backup." Ian told the spirit, attempting to calm them down to prevent them from hurting them even more. They struggled more. "Good grief. Is this what we'll be doing for the next few hours? I don't damn well want it to be. I could very easily just knock you out if I so please, but I don't feel like doing that at all." The spirit was still wincing from the pain of being grabbed and smushed together, to prevent arm movement. "Please… let… me… go…" Tears were nearly streaming down her face from the stress and pain. "Please… just do whatever you want with me now… just end it... please… just… let… me… go…" At this point, she was begging for her life. Just wanting her suffering to end. "Just… kill me if you want to… I know you do… Just… make it stop…" She was crying from such a simple hold. Ian loosened his grip on her. "Quit crying. I'm not letting you go with how sad you seem. I presume it's due to the race war that's going on, isn't it? Being hunted down nearly day and night… It's a fate I know far too well." Ian's taking a different approach now. He can't make more enemies, especially not ones with people more sad than he was, which he thought to be impossible. "I assume you grew up friend-less, didn't you? I did too. I can stop this race war, but I'm not gonna do it if you're going to give up that easily. You made it this far, didn't you? What's stopping you from going onwards? I too wish I didn't exist, but you don't see me pathetically asking for others to take my life." His grip loosened with each statement, as the other spirit calmed down slowly, but steadily. "I don't want to hurt you at all, as a matter of fact I'd prefer it if you'd be alive to see my journey end. We could become good friends together..." Ian was attempting to make amends. Something he would never do to anyone without reason, but something clicked in him this time. Almost as if fate decided they needed to be together… but fate doesn't exist. Ian knew fate was a complete lie to justify anything.
"Just… who are you?" the spirit questioned.
"I am Inanis. And you are?"
"...I am Rén."