Teachings (Rayage)

[LuCin Aurora]

LuCin was a wanderer by nature, never comfortable staying in one place for too long, never ready to just stop moving to be at a standstill. So, getting lost and having to wander in circles was not the most desirable thing. Also, it was cold. She had left her outer cloak by some bridge and had forgotten all about it in the process of getting hopelessly lost. Wandering wasn’t getting any results, she could have sworn that the bridges were moving with her, but she didn’t trust her sense of direction enough to make that assumption.
Then, to the left, sat a small round black item, it was perched, dangling freely from the edge of the bridge; her cloak. Wonderful, she thought, I’ve just gone in one massive circle and I don’t even know how. Grabbing the fabric she roughly slid her arms into the holes, warming a considerable amount. Looking to the sky, she noticed its slight change in color; it was beginning to be night. Sighing, LuCin went to find a place to stay.

[Rayage]

OOCPlease dont forget to timestamp your fist post

Today wasn’t the warmest of day, that much was sure, and it wasn’t the best of days either. Today was just one of those slow days where the sun seemed to drag in the sky and the wind moved the clouds oh so slowly. It was as if time was slowing down. Moments seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. Maybe this is what the nuit gets for wandering blindly and using a day to do nothing. Yes, he noted, time seemed to pass so slowly when one was idol. This, this had to be remedied. This had to be remedied or he would go crazy, and so, with that in mind, he quickly set himself back on track to his little laboratory. Being in this city for quite some time he had a pretty good grasp of its layout.

His colorful cloak would blow around him as the wind met his back, it wasn’t the most pleasant thing, but it was just one of those things you had to put up with. The wind… if it were up to him and he had the power he would kill it, murder it in cold blood for all the hardships it put him through in his postmortem life. The wind, it seemed to always strike him the wrong way. It just wasn’t a welcome companion when he was traveling. The skin of the body he inhabited was a pale white and it was quite obvious that he was undead due to the slight signs of decay that were present on his face and hands, the only parts of him where flesh was exposed.

Besides, what a stupid idea to begin with! A day to do nothing, how boring, how counterproductive, he had much better things to do like study life, experiment, come up with his Alchemical Formulas, just work! Work was what he needed; work stimulates the mind and encourages it to grow, to expand, to know, and to figure out. One day, one day, he promised himself a million times over, he would create his very own homunculus. Yes and that creature would be his pride and joy, his life. Alchemy was his life, and so it will his creatures also.

To Ray Alchemy is the beginning and the end, through the doors one transforms, one expands, one exists and is transcended to a new state above the rest. To be and Alchemist meant taking steps toward the concept of perfection and he would not rest until his perfection was found, until his homunculus was created and he will finally have a legacy. He wont be just another Alchemist, but the Alchemist, he will be greater than Pycon himself! That was his goal and that is what he would become. The road will be long, the road will be hard and full of failure, but it will also be filled with knowledge and understanding. It will be perfect.

The nuit went on thinking to himself about alchemy and what he would do when he got back. There was so much to do. Would he finish his notes? Set up another alchemical experiment? Dream up another theory to add to his ever expanding collection? All possibilities, but as he snapped out of his thoughts he saw someone ahead. Someone on a bridge, and they seemed to be lost. Perfect, another soul to his experiment. He smiled trying to think of ways to get this person to come with him, an undead.

Walking up behind her he clapped his hands and rubbed them together and gave her a smile hoping the noise caught her attention, ”Hello” his voice would be raspy, dry sounding and weak, ”Are you lost?” he asked and not giving her a chance to respond he continued, ”Perhaps I can help you?” he suggested his last question filled with magical energy. The Djed laced words trickling into her ears pounding a subconscious suggestion into her head, could he help her? He followed up the hypnotic suggestion with a simple implanted emotion, a simple feeling of trust. He was trying to make a great first impression and make her believe that he could help her out with whatever it was.

Stopping he waited, watching her face, watching her hands, watching her eyes, watching her for any sort of response he could get all the while keeping a quaint smile on his lips. Yes, this was perfect, maybe he could continue his experiments after all…

[LuCin Aurora]

LuCin liked to think she was always aware. She liked to think she could master any foe and catch any being off guard. It was merely wishful thinking, but something she liked to believe regardless. And she was aware most of the time. Like now, she could sense the deep cold winds and slight smell of salt in the air. She could hear footsteps that seemed slightly far away. She could feel the presence of people nearby.

However, no matter how aware she thought she was, time had eluded her. It was, in fact getting rather dark. She didn’t mind the dark, the underground tunnel ways had veered her away from that fear quite quickly, but being in the dark was still slightly unsettling. Her travels hadn’t shown her anything but mishaps and mistakes made in the dark. Daylight was required to make things happen. It was a strong belief that nothing good happened at nightfall, one LuCin kept to.

So, being caught unaware, at night, was not only slightly damaging to her confidence, but also quite alarming. The noise that startled her came from what seemed to be human until you looked close. Slight signs of withering skin were present, along with simply captivating eyes. Bags lined them, most Nuits had those though, so LuCin hadn’t the slightest idea why he seemed so trust worthy. “You could help me; I need a place to stay really…If it’s not any trouble.”

That had come out before she had really realized what she was saying. What happened to thinking before speaking? Eyes catching slightly on his scarf she gave him a tired smile and waited for a response.