Raidou

The sound whistles through the interior, a tiny tremor making the woodwork shake. The clattering of heels grace the floorboards, which creek under weight. Remnants of a quick exit, as if a haunting had scared the patrons from tables and chairs at rapid paces. The soft flutter of crimson as it moved cautiously and carefully through these absent halls. Life had changed for those that took solace within, moving up a winding set of stairs that he'd been once prior. To the scene of a crime, where the perpetrator had since been eradicated. Curious if whatever companions she held had returned to disc

His attention shifts to Jon almost abruptly, knowing full well that the conversation between them had yet to happen. This was what was to come of it. "I will not justify my actions, I did what had to be done. As we all have in one way or another, it's easy to convince yourself that it was right or that there could be another way. Survivors guilt, I've heard it referred, but I will not find myself in that pitfall. It is done, and I do not take pleasure in it. Trust is an interesting notion, choices another. I do what I have to make sure of our success. Your success, take heed to remember that.

Believe it

Piece by piece as others gathered around the table. "Not a problem, these days my alembic doesn't see that much use anyway." Raidou remarks, dismissing Sey's acceptance as trivial. Leaning in close and murmuring, "Don't worry Hilda, I've still known you for much longer. By the way, planning on dying your hair again?" It came off as odd, as if it was something he was familiar with asking. A smile as he users to his given seat, reaching for his nose and plucking free a pair of lenses and folding them up. "Steam always gets the better of me." As they began to fog up, placing them near his dish an

The sounds of various menus closing one after another, prompts filled and disposed, and Raidou couldn't help but glance. Watching an insurmountable count of them choose against the choice that should be obvious. Blade low, he'd look at Freyd and slowly remove his lenses from his brow. "For now? We don't have the luxury of a later trial." The nomad remarked, cleaning those fixtures on his robe. "Gabrandr decided to place these devices down here of his own volition. It's assumed that had we not arrived, they would have gone off." His eyes advance to the ceiling, casting a silver glare over those

"Give this time. I get the sense that this may be too sudden." Raidou remarks, leaning into her a bit, before taking a stand from the bed. It was late for him and early for her, and despite any lingering emotions, this was not a decision to be made hastily. "I don't know when, and I won't know how. But I will try and find a way to change this in a way that I won't have to hurt you. What you want for me, I don't know if I am capable of being. Right now this is all I have, all that I am." The thickened mass sucks itself up around his wrist and begins to seek out the space between his clothes. "W

Lost at the moment, Juiblex virtually helping him choose through the divide he was having with himself. Whisked away, a troubled and stressed breath that does little for allowing his mind to feel its way through. A sudden change of scenery, he drinks it in. Lilac walls, hardwood floors of a deep slate. Simple, elegant in a very standard way. Clean as expected, he knew Eruda well enough. Raidou would never be in here of his own volition, it threatened everything. His glasses absent, his robe the same. All that he was, matched the room he now found himself in. But where it held color, Raidou did

Reaching his hand to the blade still stuck in the now dim and damaged scather, Raidou removes it with a sharp pull. Bits of metal grind out and scatter along the floor, being dislodged in a spray and bouncing away. "We will stop him, but unfortunately you fail to realize your fallacy." The red wanderer looks to his fellow captain, his second, and the few others of his guild that had joined him in the fray. "Even still, you have yet to own your mistake. You would have burned away everything, just for a shot at revenge. Assuming that Razwell would be in that tower. Scorching the lands that

Reticent a bit, unsure if he could make this dive. He wasn't sure how to act, but know of the act. It was a strange mismatch of knowledge and ignorance. As Eruda removes the robe she'd made him and moves in for the kill, he was still stuck trying to dismiss his thoughts and concerns. His worry about attachment, mixed as one side of him wanted one thing and the other the opposite. Leaning into it as his heart and mind fought against one another. That hesitation was still getting the better of him, and springing from his back like a blackened guide. A single strand of black moves around Eruda's

Intensity shared between them as his hand is moved, to bare skin and would surely smear some dirt on his hands on her belly. Catching deep and drinking deep the gaze between them. "I can't as much as I wish I could. It's what I have to do, it will help everyone get out of this." Cradling her with the pieces attached, his mind wrapped up in them. Unable to completely understand Eruda's 'drift' his first instinct is to take it literal. "I am not going anywhere any time soon. That much, I can promise you. You've always been the thing I can count on, and it virtually destroyed me when I lost you."

His hand slides to the back of her head and down her spine, as the other finds its way to hers pressed against the side of his face. A stir in the girl's eyes catches him off guard, as his fingers wrap around hers. "I don't know if I am ready to drag you into what I have to do. But that doesn't mean I don't want to, I really don't enjoy keeping secrets from you. It's difficult." His head leans forward and presses his forehead against hers, looking up and matching her gaze with his own. Glimmering on the floor, a pair of glasses casting a small circular reflection. "I just want to change everyt

A pair of glasses clatter to the floor, finding their way there after the robe they were resting on was disturbed. Once it clicks what Eruda was wearing, Raidou turns his view to the side and scratches a cheek with a single index. As a way of affirming, he didn't notice and was doing his best not to look until she slapped that crimson red robe around her shoulders. Warmth catches his attention, and when he looks down, he finds a blonde haired scalp pressed into his sternum. Hands fire almost immediately out to his sides, contemplating the next course of action to take, like an array of options

Sporadic and seemingly random, Raidou was disjointed from any semblance of rhythm. Something so wild, untamed and outside a method alluded him greatly. The girl was so bustling and flushed, an earlier version of him may not understand as to why. But a small message dangling on a branch made it much more clear. "It certainly seems much different." Shutting his eyes catches a twist of a woman, smiling back at him for only a brief flash. That causes a surge to race down his hands and soft sparks between him and the blonde. Like static, gentle and yet electric. No pain or damage, but there was a l

An eyebrow raises, watching something forcing her hips to pop in an almost unnatural fashion. Raidou never had the groove, he simply couldn't feel it. This was all new to him. He understood it only on a base level, but not truly. "I uh, am fine." he remarks with a soft inhale. Eruda turning as red as she had had a way of reciprocating the same problem back to him. Reaching a hand to his brow, and swallowing hard. There was something that still needed to be said. Slowly peeling the lenses off the bridge of his nose, folding them up and carefully setting them atop the folded robe. A sudden and u

The soft click of a door shut, and immediately Raidou picks up the sounds of music. At this hour? His senses twist straight to caution, placing his back to the wall and moving slowly. Approaching the source of the music, hearing cupboards and other doors open and shut. It was Eruda, up in something she normally slept in. Bouncing around like a goof as if no one was watching. A catch in his head takes him by surprise, and removing his robe as quietly as he can, he folds it and places it off to the side, his hands still a little grimy from a late night. He adjusts his lenses in the morning

Sliding into the ajar door, adjusting a pair of lenses on his nose. That same rather plain looking male, notably without one very distinguishing feature. "Still as busy as always." Raidou quips beneath his breath as he shuffles into the place, removing his shoes and taking a glance toward Sey still ringing a spoon through a pot. "Hope I'm not imposing on anything?" There was a slight mischievous grin claiming the corner of his mouth, knowing full that the other male would pick up what he was putting down. The tone sounded so true and earnest, something was off. Carefully sliding his boots toge

That striking streak of vibrant pink stood out at the back of the room, causing the wanderer to begin to carve a path through those forces. A serpent would only survive with its head, and this battalion was no different. With bodies being cut down like wheat in a field, they'd wilt to the ground as they are sliced almost fully in twain. An endless wave of moronic self over evaluation, eager to throw their lives away for the bittersweet taste of selfishness. Those little bars of their flicker as it would drain, from green to orange and to red. The miasma drains what little they have left, as th

What felt almost endless proved that the ill omen in red was more then capable of dealing with the endurance test. Anything that he'd spend would be immediately recouped as he'd harvest the life and energy of his opposition on each lethal blow. With nearly a third of their forces cut down without even the semblance of exhaustion from the faceless lord, their courage faltered under the weight of his resolve. They were free to try and escape, but the fact of the matter was the moment they chose to stand here they would never escape. Decisions were made and made final, for there was no going back

A beckoned word from the entrance of the chamber would ring out, the nomad deaf to the words spoken in his violent and raged fueled frenzy. A dark hand with an arm far too long would spring forth and clutch firmly upon a brunettes face moments after she swings a polearm. The force alone carries her some distance before she is slammed head first into that rock floor. A twist sees that thing coil like a serpent with a jaw locked to prey, dragging the limp body across like a battering ram in a wide horizontal sweep. The ground itself being carved a groove, the woman's near lifeless body being cas

The chain detonations would send a stir of discourse across the nigh endless forces of players eager to be the one to break a hole in that armor. Yet it stood strong against them all, proving even still that none of them could hold a candle. The ill omen in red transformed into a darker writhing mass of black and decay would siphon the life from all within proximity, the faint red trails of life being drawn into it like a nexus. Kill after kill, the system would screech in return with shattering fractures of light that would exit that film. The monument of life was ablaze as names would burn i

Waves of fog start to swell and create a fitting nursing in darker ambiance, as it would mirror the boss that resided in this chamber on the regular. The storm becomes fickle with traces of aggressive red that would overtake the normal white, and as hostiles a plenty would rush headlong into it they would see their strengths sapped. Bars become visible as the ticks of damage would see them slowly begin to recede, chunks waddling away in dangerous portions as they foolishly ran lambs to the slaughter into it. An inhale in an inhuman tone, what little damage bred upon him was torn back easily ba

Parry begins to fade (Still active for next swing), ID:202811 | Battle:2, Craft:11, Loot:3 (+8 EN) A blow from @Gabrandr rockets for Raidou, as he shuffles his feet. A blade rings out, redirecting the flying blade in a light show like a crash of lightning. It finds purchase somewhere, and the culprit? The man's own fallacy made stationary. A glance to Freyd and the others. It was clear that he was far gone, this NPC charades a player and yet wasn't one. It feigned humanity but failed to capture its essence. The scather begins to sputter and spark, The resolute's own blad

Howl CD [2/4], Parry CD [1/4], Parry Duration [2/3], Raidou recovers 60 via BH Watching the whole of parties 3 and 4, which included so many he knew. A lingering filament of memory for each of them. The blonde and her pet, the guilds merchant. The agent just recently swapped into a different division. Fighter from the dark. An ode to trust. So many he knew. The shadow from the snow. A massive spear erupts and makes them all disappear, and once the dust clears. The ringing in his ears, like a bomb had gone off nigh leagues from him. "Damn right, I do." Raidou recoils from the words rattlin

Wandering into the thoroughfare, a small fortune of these strange little seeds in his pocket. A few minced words and a small haul added in exchange. It appeared as though Kuni & Oni had some attachment to these small objects far greater than just a simple treat. Else they would not part with items of such magnitude. Either that or he was reading too much into like he always did. A complete and utter lack of fixation, simply because the man could not pardon the time between. To some such an affair would be an excellent break, but the wanderer could not afford such pleasantries. There were p

Raidou twists his gaze to set it upon Juiblex, which was winding and trying so desperately to cling on. To protect the raw emotion oozing out of his shoulders. But the familiar couldn't. It needed allowance, whereas before it would just happen. The book spinning back to him, to neutral and to its bearer. Stopping it with a hand, they'd gotten off topic. But this had been peeling away at his thoughts for some time, Eruda had gained some insight and despite it chose to remain at his side. It offered confidence, that before he simply could not muster. "Sooner than most might expect." His vision s