Looking for Trouble...

[Garoten Reklor]

Another day in a small Lavertian village, like any other, was dawning. The sun had just peeked over the horizon and the working men and women of the town were beginning the day's routine when a commotion began on the outskirts of town, the result of a strange duo walking through the town as if they owned it.

The two men seemed out of place - similar and different all at once. The shorter of the two had shoulder length black hair, a brown cloak, and a staff, two swords, and a ridiculous variety of other weapons strapped to his back, belt, and boots. His face had a noble appearance, but a scowl warned any would-be admirers to keep their distance. This man walked quickly, with long steps and a definite sense of purpose.

The other man, the taller of the two by several inches, had wild blond hair, a long red coat, and carried two swords, a bow, and quiver on his back. the expression no his face suggested boredom, complete disinterest in the city and its comings and goings. Although he was keeping pace with the other man, his walk was more casual, and something about it suggested it was an effort not to leave the other behind.

Falkan Reval and Nishiao Shimata - mortal enemies, yet willing allies, two sides of a coin, so to speak - had come to town in thier search for Nishaio's 'witnesses'. It had taken some time, moving as quickly as Vi'drek could fly, to finally track these people down, and there was still no gaurantee they'd found them. but they were getting closer - at least according to Nishaio. The Tenju insisted there was an energy signature in this town very like the one of a man he had encountered on the destroyed Dragonia. For Reval's part, it was hard to believe any one of the people crowded on the edge of the street in order to avoid them was capable of surviving such a cataclysm. In fact, the more of Dragonia he had seen, the harder it was for Falkan to believe that the kind of destruction Nishaio had described was possible. But for his own constant sense that something - something was wrong, he'd have stopped believing Shimata a long time ago. As it was, he could tell the Red Tenju was keeping something back, but Nishaio's own years of experience made it impossible to wrest the secret from him. All that could be done now was to wait for these supposed others to shed some light on Dragonia's mysterious destruction and restoration.

[kihaku]

Quite suddenly, a man rushed out of the crowd and ran headlong past the two warriors, coming closer than anyone else in the city had, yet still a good few inches away from actual brushing of clothes. He had a small pouch cluched in his hand, and his face was plastered with a mixture of greed, anxiety, and tentative triumph. In his other hand, he held a small knife, hardly big enough to even be called a knife, which he quickly folded back up and shoved into his pocket. No one paid him any mind until a youthful voice shouted, "Hey! That man stole my money! H-hey, stop him!"

Pushing his own way through the massive tides of moving bodies with less success, a boy that didn't look a day over thirteen was shoving with as much strength as he could muster, trying his hardest to make it past the people before him to catch the theif that had cut his money bag away from his belt so easily. "Aw, c'mon people! Can't you see I'm chasing a bad guy!? Ugh, fine then!"

Reaching over his left shoulder with his right hand, he crouched low and shoved against the ground so hard, he launched himself into the air, a good ten feet above the head of the tallest Dragonian around. In that instant, his youthful features were tempered by his blaze of blue hair, his shocking sapphire eyes, and the battle-hardened gaze with which he studied his target. His hand was wrapped around a large metal ring, three feet in diameter, which was strapped to his back via a simple yet ingenious set of connective straps and plastic locks.

At the peak of his jump, he ripped the ring from its rightful place, pulled it as far back as he could to the right, and with an upward motion as if throwing a bowling ball, his special ring was sent whirring away at an increadible speed, a slight humming in the air was the only sign it moved at all, besides the quick glint one might catch if their eyes were quick enough. It arched gracefully in the air to one side, tilting slightly as if it were in control of its own flight, aiming carefully for a specific target. With a sickening thud, metal struck head, and the ring was sent wobbling and spinning crazily back in the direction it had come as if it were itself dazed from the impact. A young woman cried out as the weapon came for her, yet at what seemed to be the last possible moment, a small hand shot out in front of her, and the young boy was suddenly there, his face unchanged as if this had all been planned from the moment he decided to leap into the air.

Now he walked forward unimpeded, most of the civilians giving him a wide berth after that stunning display of tactic and prowess with such a unique weapon. The offender was sprawled in a heap on the ground, a crowd formed around him like a group of curious children about a dead animal found on the play yard. Bending over and picking up his pouch, he stuffed it down his shirt where it would be safe, and continued on, not giving a second glance or parting word to the theif, knowing the pain from his punishment would be consequence enough.

"Why are young people always so targeted?" He wondered to himself.

[Tidus Revok]

The two warriors had stopped to watch the action when the man ran by them. The kid showed a surprising amount of prowess with his throw, and Nishaio was pretty sure he heard his companion chuckle when the thief got hit in the head. He felt somewhat the same. They continued walking when the action ended as if nothing had happened...with one exception. On the way by the fallen thief, Nishaio drew a sword and rammed it through his heart on the way by. Such an act should have drawn a reaction from the crowd, but the sheer speed made it impossiblefor the normal eye to see. All the average onlooker would notice was a rapidly spreading stain across the man's chest.

A disapproving glance came from Reval, but it didn't matter. Reval was a wanderer, a lone Warrior who answered to no commander. Nishaio was a Tenju, and the Tenju had a code. That code allowed no room for thieves. If the man wanted to live a long and happy life, he shouldn't have stolen.

More important things were happening anyway. The boy was the source of the signal - similar to the man he and Garoten had encountered in the destroyed world, although he was definitely not the same man. The boy had skill, but he had a long way to go before he merited the conversation of a Red Tenju. Falkan would have to approach. He nudged the V'alcan and nodded toward the boy's retreating back.

"He's not him, but he's related somehow. Ask him where to find Kihaku."

[Garoten Reklor]

The whole scenario unfolded quickly, but for the two new warriors in town, it was just another day on the job. Both obviously prepared to stop the thief, but even before they had decided to move, the man was downed by an unusual weapon. For Falkan's part, the Talon had been but a blink from being fired after the coin bag when it happened.

Wow...someone who can defend himself in a place like this? Unexpected, but refreshing.

The boy that emerged from the crowd, clearly the owner of the bag and the weapon, was a surprise, but that's the way Dragonia was. Expect the unexpected and all that. Falkan watched him come and go, trying to blend in as much as possible, at the same time pondering a feeling of familiarity toward the boy. Meanwhile, Nishaio seemed to believe he had been made judge, jury, and executioner in the town. Falkan saw the intent in the Tenju's eyes, but he was nowhere near fast enough to stop his companion from killing the thief. Really, all he could do was frown his disapproval. No doubt the code that Nishaio lived by allowed for such a punishment, but the V'alcan culture that had finally caught up with Reval couldn't have been more opposite. Executions were dirty business, even for a warrior, something reserved for lesser societies. The moment seemed to define even more what an odd alliance had been forged.

While he was still musing on those thoughts, along with the best possible escape route should someone realize what had been done - unlikely - Shimata grabbed the V'alcan Warrior's attention and gestured toward the boy.

"He's not him, but he's related somehow. Ask him where to find Kihaku."

Kihaku??? There was a name Reval recognized. If that was the man Nishaio had encountered...

He quickly caught the boy and matched his stride, knowing without looking that Nishaio was following at a safe distance. Something about the kid seemed stronger than any boy his size had a right to be, so he figured getting right to the point would be okay.

"Nice show, kid. Where's Kihaku?"

[Ryan - Loki]

(OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in here guys, thought i'd get things back on the go and try to make things a little more active/exciting around here! ;D)

“Look daddie,” a young boy, of no more than five or six years of age, exclaimed to his father, tugging at the lower part of his shirt. “God’s drawing on the sky with orange crayon!”

The father was in the process of paying a stall vendor for a bag of tomatoes, but graciously stopped to humour his son. Giving his son a quick glance he then averted his sight up in the general direction that his son was pointing. “No son that’s a shooting star.” he laughed, patting his son on the top of his head. It was amazing how wonderful a child’s imagination was when they were discovering the unlimited mysterious that the universe offered them.

“ACTUALLY it’s a meteoroid.” the stall vendor stated smugly, but the father ignored it.

“What’s a mete-yorid? ” the young boy asked, scratching his head in great confusion.

His father smiled and opened his mouth to give a brief explanation of what a meteoroid was for his son when the stall vendor interrupted once more. “A meteoroid is a sand to boulder-sized particle of debris from outer space. The visible path of a meteoroid that enters Dragonia’s, or another planet's, atmosphere is a meteor, commonly called a "shooting star" or "falling star". The root word meteor comes from the ancient Greek’s of earth, and their word meteôros, meaning high in the air. ”

Cutting him a sharp look the father snatched his change out of the stall vendors hand. “Keep to your job tomato man.” Turning away from the stall the man placed his arm on his sons shoulder and walked his son a few steps into the middle of the street, all the while both of them never taking their eyes away from the meteoroid, a meteoroid that seemed to be getting bigger and bigger by the second.

“Daaaad.”

“Yes son?”

“How far away is the mete-yorid ”

“Oh don’t worry, it’s high up in the planets atmosphere.” he said reassuringly, however the meteoroid continued to grow in size. “No…it’s much closer than that…holy sssh-ugar, it’s right on top of the village!”

The meteoroid rushed in towards the village at immense speeds, leaving no one any time at all to escape. No larger than a vauxwagon beetle, it came in on a diagonal angle, colliding and ripping through a nearby building, before doing the exact same through two of the neighbouring buildings. Screams of those within the buildings could be heard over that of everyone else’s screams, bodies falling with the debris of the buildings, before finally impacting into the ground in the middle of the street down the block. Silence fell, at least from the meteoroid. The people out on the street continued to scream and flee the area, leaving only the most bravest of people to inspect the meteoroid and what had happened.

(OOC2: I'll wait for everyone to post before I make my next post. Ok?)

[kihaku]

"Nice show, kid. Where's Kihaku?"

Just as he was about to whip around and confront the as of yet unknown persona, the mete-yorid crashed into the surrounding buildings, drawing his attention even more so that the mention of his elusive counterpart. As the heavenly intruder came to a stop, ending the destruction of its arrival, three huge creatures suddenly spawned into being, seemingly directly from the young man's shadow. A minotaur, a werewolf, and a reptilian humanoid, all the purest black, all without eyes, mouth, or nostrils, crouched in a ready position behind the diminuitive warrior, awaiting his command.

"Maybe in a moment, right now, there are hurt people." Without so much as a twitch, the three Inner Demons rushed with all the speed they could muster (which was pretty impressive) into the smoldering wreckage. One by one, the pulled the casualties from the rubble and fire, saving those they could, leaving the dead and concentrating on those who actually needed help.

The young man, meanwhile, rushed up towards the fallen rock, attempting to see it through all the heat and smoke, but catching only glimpses through the fires it had caused.

[Garoten Reklor]

The boy's answer was unneeded for Reval. Obviously the sudden and catastrophic impact from the meteor changed the scenario. Everywhere the sounds of shock and pain could be heard in the small village, a testimony to the way life can turn on its head in one single moment. Parents were seperated from children, homes were destroyed, entire families wiped out all in a matter of seconds. For Falkan Reval, the scene was too familiar. The boy's response was swift, summoning three creatures to rescue while he headed toward the impact site. Before Nishaio decided anything rash, Falkan caught his shoulder and nodded up the street.

"I'll help the wounded. You get up there before everyone else does and find out what exactly it is. We need that boy safe if we're going to find your acquaintance."

His reasons for such a division were twofold. First, Nishaio was faster and could reach the crater in the blink of an eye with plenty of time to deal with any threats before the boy arrived. Secondly, rescuing people from burning debris was a job almost tailor-made for the Lone V'alcan Warrior. He turned away from Nishaio and flipped his cloak inside out, revealing the woven metal lining. The metal, known as gleanfil, was extremely heavy, flexible enough to use like thread, strong enough to stop the most powerful of attacks, and it reflected heat wonderfully. Were it not also nearly impossible find, almost everything in V'alcandom would have been made from the stuff. With this protection in place, Falkan rushed into the burning wreckage and undertook to save everyone he could as well. Since he used the cloak to cover the victims as he rushed through the flames, Reval's own skin was burned severely with every trip. But for his natural healing abilities, survival would have been impossible for even one or two runs.

Back and forth he ran, bringing one survivor after another from the wrecked part of the village and laying them on the grass a safe distance away. The fire burned, and even though healing has immediate, the pain was never lessened. It didn't matter. As long as there was one person in need of rescue, he would keep going. Still, however many wounded he brought out, he was a warrior, not a healer, and something told him Nishaio Shimata was no different. Somebody would have to help these people even after they had been saved from the fires.

[Tidus Revok]

The sentence wasn't even all the way out of Falkan's mouth before Nishaio was headed for the crater. He drew both swords and took off at such a speed that everyone around him seemed to be standing still - the only beings that appeared to be moving to him were the three shadow creatures and Reval, and even they were at a crawl compared to him. The crater and the remnants of the meteoroid were at his feet in a blink, but for just a moment (for him), Nishaio hesitated, then stopped at the edge. The speed was too much of an advantage, really, since any danger associated the to meteorite wouldn't have had time to sufrace. The problem was he needed time to investigate the crater at its own speed, without the people crowding around it. A smile crossed his face when he thought og how to buy the time.

In a flash, he fired an infernal arrow at the lip of the crater, and the entire area ignited in a large blaze. Down inside the crater, Nishaio was hidden inside the ring of fire that would keep the civilians out for a few minutes at least. Now it was time to see what this was all about.

[Ryan - Loki]

(OOC: Sorry Nishaio, I hope you don't mind all too much, but I did a little auto-hit in my post against you.)

Before Nishaio could even turn around fully to properly inspect the store sized crater a larger than life sized fist collided with the side of his face. The knuckles pressed hard against his cheekbone, and would have shattered it have it landed on any lesser of a man, but in this instant the sheer force of the punch caused Nishaio’s unsuspecting body to simply fly through the air, digging himself a line through the dirt and concrete rubble as he landed against the ground.

This wasn’t a fatal blow to say the least, and it probably wouldn’t even hurt the young man in a few minutes, but for now, a simple reminder to him, an extremely defined imprint of the knuckles remained apparent upon his cheek. From his position upon the floor, if he chose to look, Nishaio would clearly be able to make out that the ‘mete-yorid’ was in fact a space pod, granted a slightly larger than normal space pod, and now standing just off from it was a slightly larger than normal man.

The man stood well over six and a half feet tall and probably weighed close to four-hundred pounds, not due to being over-weight but to being extremely well built and muscular, so much in fact that the veins covering his arms were protruding and appeared to be ready to explode. His hair, dark black but with a hue of dark blue throughout giving the appearance that their hair is navy blue in colour, was short, yet long enough to spike, and had the appearance as if it had been brushed to left, causing it all to stick outward over the left side of his head. Adorning the top half of his body was armour. The armour itself was a breastplate that covered the front as well as the back, reaching underneath the arms but using a single strap over his right shoulder, its colour plain beige with a light green strap. The bottom half of his attire consisted of nothing more than dark navy trousers, almost black, as well as boots to match the green of the armour straps.

He was certainly one intimidating guy.

Reaching up to the first that he had just struck Nishaio with he rubbed it, clicking his knuckles shortly afterwards. He did not speak, instead he merely stared silently at Nishaio, his eyes flickering from black to azure blue, continually rubbing his fist. Before long he simply turned around and bent down, wrapping his arms around the space pod - which was quite obviously his - as he turned around and suddenly launched it through the air, it directly on course to flatten Nishaio.

(OOC2: It's nice to be posting with you all again guys!)

[Tidus Revok]

(awesome to have you back. Auto-hit's fine. ill let falkan or kihaku post next though, to keep order.)

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan made a final trip with the last of survivors from the wrecked buildings and dropped to one knee. Moving so fast and requiring so much from his body's healing abilities was demanding, and he was worn out. Unfortunately, before he could take a deep breath, he sensed something was happening at the crater. A quick glance showed the area ringed with fire, but that wasn't the problem - he sensed someone inside that ring besides Nishaio. In a flash, his cloak was back on and he was running for the crater. Ignoring the crowd of onlookers staring at the flames from a safe distance, Falkan dove through the fire and landed with a slide inside the crater - just in time to see a muscle-bound giant throwing a large object at Nishaio. The Tenju surely wouldn't be hit by such an obvious, slow attack, but Falkan Reval refused to operate on the assumption that an ally would be safe. He dove for the object and whirled into a kick from the right that connected sharply with the thing and sent it flying back at the man who threw it. Landing lightly beside Nishaio, Reval watched the attacker's response to size him up as an opponent.

The man was huge. At least a good foot taller than himself, and bulging with muscle. The lightweight V'alcan physiology - Falkan weighed only 50 pounds, and he was heavy for a V'alcan - would be a definite disadvantage against this opponent. Without the super-heavy cloak and the metal-soled boots created specifically for his warrior role, Reval would have no leverage against such an enemy. But there was more than just his size that caused some concern. Something else about his appearance - the armor and hair, especially, was familiar. Was he a Saiyan? The invasion that had distracted Falkan from his original mission on Dragoina hadn't been so long ago that he had forgotten what monsters they had been. If this man was one of them, it would be a rare opportunity for vengeance.

And Falkan Reval loved vengeance.