A cold dark night (Open)

[Bandiger Dragonii]

Timestamp Day 38 Winter 509 AV

Bandiger walked the dark street. It was late at night and he knew when he laid his head down in the inn that sleep would not come to him this night. After a couple of hours of just laying in bed he decided to get dressed and take a walk. He breathed in the cold night air as he walked around the city.

He sighed as he thought of what he was even doing here. He was told that the bandits that he was looking for where based in this region. But he wasnt even sure if he could trust the source that he got the information from. For all he knew the man just wanted to be left alone and gave him the first city he could think of.

Bandiger felt a small smile appear on his lips. He supposed his interogation techniques where a little brutal at times...but if it helped him get revenge on those that took away all that was important to him...well the man should consider himself lucky he was still alive.

He remembered the man...the former bandits words. 'How far are you willing to go for revenge?' Bandiger simply smiled at him and replied, 'I would set the world a blaze if it would get me what I wanted.'

He sighed to himself. What was he doing out here on a night like tonight?

[Stitch]

With a merry whistle to his lips, Stitch strolled through the darkened city streets, his head lifted toward the sky, angling his sight toward the stars. A bandage over his eyes, wrapped tight, was a sign that he was blind, yet he could see. An old, precious friend had taught him a few tricks before he had passed away, and one of them had been the arcane art of Auristics, blessing Stitch with a sight beyond sight. A sight to see aura, which everything had, non-living, and living alike. One thing that never ceased to amaze Stitch was the stars. They had been beautiful before he had lost his normal vision, and they were still quite beautiful. The thing that amazed him the most was that he could still see them. They were so far away in the sky, so very high, so very distance from his reach. What a blazing aura the little spectacles of nature must have, for him to be able to see them, even when he knew deep down that he was so far away.

Sighing pleasure and amazement at the wonder of it all, Stitch returned his gaze to the streets ahead of him, making sure he wasn't to crash into anything any time soon. He was still bad at sensing auras, which his old friend had told him he would eventually be able to do, and sometimes things blurred together for him. Best to keep an eye to the streets most of the time, and make sure he wasn't about going to run smack dab into another person out for the nights stroll. It was then he spotted the one lone person on the street, strolling ahead of him. There hadn't been anyone there before, so he must have been walking a bit faster than he had thought, to catch up to someone else.

A light smile crossed his face, he didn't remember the aura, so he was expecting it to be someone he didn't know. And it was always good to make new friends, right? Making sure to put a bit of a merry edge to his voice, he spoke out brightly, loud enough for the person to hear. "Hello there, milord! Fine night tonight, isn't it?" Inwardly, he cringed a bit, but made sure to keep his smile on. He sounded a bit too perky, didn't he? Best to tone it down, before he scared the person away.

If Bandiger turned, he would see Stitch there, dressed in commoners clothes and a white bandage wrapped around both arms and eyes, keeping a steady walk up as he approached. Odd to meet friendly people during this time at night. Although Stitch didn't know it, he could be percieved as a bandit too, one trying to trick an night loner.

[Midnight]

Day 38 Winter 509 AV



It had been a long calm day at the cost, Midnight knew of the ocean being close and decided to explore and find it. Using only his natural orienteering skills to find his way to the beach. When he found the ocean he smiled at his accomplishment and started walking down through the sand leaving behind his clothes, pack, and bali. Stopping near the water line he sits and stares off into the distance. It’s about midday; the warmth of the sun on his body counters the chill of the water pleasantly. The sand cool on his bare skin, cold water gently washing over his toes. Closing his eyes and relaxing fully “So relaxing, so peaceful…” He is cut off by a particularly big wave that crashes into his front. Tossed back by the powerful wave, he squirms and is quick to stand and shoot away from the water.


“Wooo!” He shouts, “Not so peaceful anymore” shivering and chuckling a little. He uses his shirt to wipe the water off his body. Clothes now wet he leaves them in his pack after getting a few snacks of nuts and fruits. Munching on them, listening to the rhythmic sound of the ocean crashing and watching the light fade. “Light fading!” Turning around quickly so that he can watch as the sunset over the horizon.

It is now dark and the kelvik is now making his journey back near civilization. “Got to find a hole to nest in for the night. But man what a nice sunset.”

His pack over his shoulder balisong holster wrapped around his waist, these objects the only things covering his body. He keeps walking until he finds the familiar path that leads back toward town. Un-holstering his Bali he begins to flourish and flick the weapon causing it to quickly flies open and close. Spinning as his nimble fingers manipulate the handles to spin the tool and dance around the blade so as to not get cut. It looks wild and uncontrolled but it is a controlled chaos.

Humming a merry tune that he had heard his previous owner sing, poor chap he was. He got a parrot when old, and he left a parrot when he was old. The man only had Midnight for a year before he passed. During those years he decided to not reveal he was human and instead stayed in his bird form. The human was non the wiser or so it seemed. The young bird was inquisitive often times when alone in the house he would read the books adorning his bookshelf.

This is where he acquired his knowledge of the world and the architecture of the civilizations. He was caught one day in human form by his owner, instead of being put to work the old man spent the rest of his six months alive teaching the young kelvik about architecture, and talked stories where Midnight learned of ways people can survive and navigate without a map. A month before his death he had given Midnight this Bali. He cherishes this blade and relies on it to get him out of any sticky situation.

He is not out of reflection as he trips and falls over a root, cursing loudly as he hit his nose. The bali that he had been swinging had hooked itself to one of his fingers, the beak of the blade razor sharp slid in like a hot knife to butter. Cursing again sitting up, bracing himself for discomfort as he quickly removes the blade from his finger. Assessing his damage noting that even though it went to the bone, the cut itself was relatively small and minor. Reaching into his sack for his shirt, and picking up the blade again. He is about to cut a strip before he notices something strange on his blade. The blood from his wound had dripped down the metal in a curious way. The crimson liquid sliding over the beak some of the liquid pooling in one spot the rest seemed to branch off into feather like decorations down the shaft of the blade. His blood forming into the shape of what looked like a sort of hawk. “Now that is curious.”

It isn’t very long before he is back on his feet, a bandaged index finger later. Walking in the dark before hearing some people talking he cautiously walks over to see what is going on. Seeing two figures, and a shifty person who’s face was whiter then normal, but he seemed to vanish into thin air. Paying no mind to him anymore he himself crawls in the shadows to get closer. He is cautious just out of instincts, his nature makes him assume the worst until proven otherwise.

[Slade]

Night was Jericho's favourite time. In the darkness of night, he was free to soar above the roof tops, nigh invisible to the naked eye. It was also the time when Slade would give him free reign over his body, within reason of course. No killing was his only rule, much to Jericho's disappointment. Slade wasn't afraid to play fast and loose with the law, he was always the first to jump at any opportunity to steal, no matter the item in question. But kiling was off limits. For now. Jericho knew Slade would crack eventually. Then they could have some real fun.

Sharing the same body often caused problems but over the years, Jericho and Slade had reached equilibirum with one another. More or less. Slade took control when they wre in human form, while Jericho dealt with matters while they were in animal form.

The raven perched on the edge of a rooftop, looking down curiously at the two men in the street below. Its beady eyes glinted mischeviously. An opportunity to cause some chaos perhaps? He coudn't quite see them clearly in the dark, but they were humans by the looks of it. The raven's eyes suddenly snapped to the shadows, as he detected a slight movement. Perhaps it was his imagination?

Care to fill me in on what you're going to do? said Slade warily.

When I know, I'll tell you.

Jericho ruffled his feathers with his beak, content to watch the proceedings for the time being.

[Midnight]

“Hello there milord!” Are the only words Midnight paid attention to, his nose catches the scent of a bird. He thinks to himself, “Hmm what is a bird doing out at night? No matter I am sure it will make better conversation.”

Hearing feathers ruffle, knowing where the bird is precisely. Knowing that he would scare the bird away if he approached from the front as a human, so he slinks back into the cover of the thick undergrowth. Now completely covered by the undergrowth he begins to make his way silently around to the single story building. Once behind the building he looks for a way up not finding one he leaves his pack and bali near burlap sack behind the building, covering it from view.

Backing up a few yards and then running toward the building, leaping and transforming into the large navy blue macaw. Flying up to perch on the opposite end of the rooftop, ruffling his feathers in the cool night air, not sure if the bird had heard him.
“What’s the news bird brain?” Midnight realizes the irony but doesn’t mind but instead makes a cackling laugh of a bird call, “Its not often I see another bird out at night.”