[Flashback]Memories (Part 1) [Solo]

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

[Flashback]Memories (Part 1) [Solo]

Postby Lyka on September 23rd, 2011, 4:15 pm

59th of Fall, 441 AV

"One, two."

Sluggish punches at best, but a lot faster than most nuit move.

"One, two, three!"

Always a flair for the unusual, always testing everything to see what could happen, she was trying to get better at unarmed combat which was something she hasn't ever bothered to learn in her long "life". As she moved her arms in a punch motion, she felt her djed shift to each in turn. It felt easier to command her djed with her movements combined with her words, even though they were fairly simple. She only had gestures and movements for her punches, but she wasn't very skilled with her flux quite yet so she focused on the one aspect. She loved the mere thought of what she was doing and knew once she perfected this magic it would be a great oddity to see.

"One, two." she said firmly and punched straight out at the sack in front of her. One of the protrusions on her gauntlets tore the sack though and a cloud of flour shot out at her, blinding her but bot much else. Still determined, she continued to focus her djed into her arms with her simple incantations and movements.

"One, two, three, four!" She slammed her last punch with all she could muster without overgiving into the flour sack and in returned she received another cloud of flour to the face. Only slightly satisfied, but wise enough to know she had to let her djed sort back out even though she could only move minor amounts so she took a step back and a moment to wipe the fine layer of flour from her eyes and face. When she looked down at herself, she couldn't help but smile at her whitened clothing. She inspected the sack and its tears that slowly let out its contents slowly into a small mound on the ground. It was propped up against the wall in a secluded alley and on top of a barrel to bring the height to her punching level.

"Soon... very soon." she said softly to herself and slowly sat down on the ground. This was her way of fun; doing something that doesn't make sense yet still learning a great deal. She tilted her head slowly, focusing on the little "waterfall" of flour, with no apparent reason other than getting lost in the sight. She did have the time, afterall.
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[Flashback]Memories (Part 1) [Solo]

Postby Lyka on September 25th, 2011, 2:50 am

That night she was punching steadily at the sack which was now very beat up and half emptied. The nuit herself was covered in white from almost head to toe. She was standing there, smiling, looking at her held up hands and the teethed gauntlets on them. She enjoyed this, she loved this, but she could never think of why. She had learned so much over the years but yet this kind of melee thrilled her. It almost felt familiar to her, like she knew it and it was natural for her.

She laughed at that notion simply because nothing was natural about her. She was a one thousand and five-hundred year old undead that switches her soul into dead bodies periodically. It sounds awkward, but after so long it turned into her normal "life" and it was what she was cursed with. That wasn't entirely true; she believed her everlasting soul was a blessing in her pursuit of knowledge. She only hated how long it was taking.

It would've been a sigh moment, but her lungs didn't really work so it only turned out to be a pondering stare at the sack of flour. A soft click down the darkened alley took her out of her thoughts and she slowly turned her gaze towards the source. Humans were irrational, but that's because they believed they had no time to decide on things. Their lives were short but they had more time than they thought, except their decisions normally shortened that time.

"You don't belong here, zombie." a voice came from the dark shakily. Another click and jostle of wood and metal told the obvious fact that the man held a crossbow aimed for Lyka.

"Nuit." she corrected. "And by speaking you lost your advantage." she said calmly. She slowly shifted to face him directly to prove her point even though she could barely see his outline. The one thing he did right was stay out of the moonlight and waited for his target to be bathed in it, but now she was thinking that was mere coincidence. Maybe he was like most humans and he wasn't sure on his motives or he was scared and maybe she could talk her way out, mainly because she didn't feel like switching bodies again so soon.

"Whatever the hell you are, it isn't natural." he said, still shakily, but gaining some firmness in his beliefs. In fact though, she wasn't natural and it was simply his reactions to her that was misguided. He steadied his feet and squared off against the woman, his crossbow trained on her chest.

"And are you so afraid of what isn't natural you must kill, or try to kill, whatever is foreign to you?" she asked, unmoving. Two things could happen now: She would either get shot and she'd have to fight this man or he would simply leave from being cowed by the mere thought of what she could do. It all depended on how much he weighed his abilities against the stories he had heard of the nuit. He must have felt he was a good enough fighter because a bolt skipped off the stone behind her. Let's hope he's better with a blade... she thought and moved in towards her attacker. She heard the man drop his crossbow and then the telltale sound of a sword sliding from its sheath; obviously he thought he wasn't a great archer either.

Of course, even though she moved first, he was able to bring on the first strike. "One!" she commanded and threw her hand up, her djed helping her move fast enough to catch the unremarkable blade. They held there for a few, long moments of thought. The man was confused on why a nuit wasn't using magic and how she raised her arm fast enough to block his blade. He wasn't a fast swordsman by any means, but a nuit should be slow! That is what the stories said anyway, right?

She held the blade in one of the metal grooves on her gauntlet for a few more moments to let the fact of what happened soak in even if it wouldn't do much to deter the man. She shoved the blade away and took a step back from him, but still defensive. Maybe she could learn a little bit from something other than a sack of flour.
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Postby Lyka on September 26th, 2011, 3:13 pm

The man came in hard with a diagonal slice at Lyka's shoulder, attempting to hit a vital area right off the bat. Neither fighter was terribly faster than the other, but if the man had any battle sense he could've scored a hit on the nuit sooner or later.

"One!"

Clang!

But he wasn't patient while being faced with such a being and the gauntlet, with its blade catching metal teeth, was there again to face his sword. This time they didn't hold and he pulled away from the parry and came in again with horizontal. It was met by Lyka's left hand again and she guided the blade away from her, but she left herself in such an awkward position she couldn't counter so she jumped back again. Play defensive, Lyka... Learn him first. she lectured herself.

The attacker's blade reversed its direction when it was free of the gauntlet, which was expected but not prepared for, and the nuit tried to bring her right hand in for another redirection. Her djed moved slowly and in mass so she didn't fully have the speed in her right arm from the last parry with her left. She just didn't have the time to speak her command, only the gesture. She met his swing, but not with a groove and only deflected its course which now angled up to slap her arm with the flat side of the blade.

It stung only slightly, but it wouldn't have had much of an effect on her anyway. Now he was open and she had the time. "One!" she commanded and she delievered a left hook before the man had time to fully disengage from his last unsuccessful attack. He yanked his sword back and jumped away before she could bring her right arm around for another hit. His grimace told her of his stubborness and she knew she wasn't leaving yet. She took this brief moment to try to let her djed settle back into its normal places.

"I thought you creatures were supposed to be slow." he finally said.

"We are." Lyka said simply. "You are simply too slow for a human." A smirk curled back the corners of her lips and she held up her hands defensibly. "Besides that, I'm having fun, aren't you?"

The man snarled and dipped his blade down and she hoped he was realizing how futile this was. Maybe she was being a little over confident, but she knew she would win eventually. He was standing still though, looking like he was contemplating something. "...undead bitch!" he yelled and turned up his sword for a straightforward charge.

She blinked and sidestepped his foolish charge, he was so far away she had plenty of time to react without her flux, and drove a fist into his face. He was already stumbling so the punch threw his legs forward without him, but at that point she realized that she wasn't fully out of the way and felt the blade cut through her clothing and her skin. A minor wound, something she'd have to patch up, but mainly a shortening of this body's usefulness. She held him down by his neck even though he wasn't attempting to get up and she glared down at him. "Do you know how hard it is to find another body in good shape without having to kill someone?!" she yelled at him, that wise tone of a milinea disappearing for a few moments.

Whether it was the quick fall to the ground of the statement she said, he was speechless and a bit frightened. She saw something she didn't realize before when they were fighting; now in the moonlight she saw that he was merely a boy! She would guess he was sixteen, at the most! He was probably some low class kid with some misguided sense of good hoping to better the world somehow by killing her, thinking he more skilled than she. Or maybe he was like every adult in Ravok, praising Rhysol, and he just wanted to show how powerful he was. Whichever situation, he was being a foolish child, she realized that now.
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Postby Lyka on September 27th, 2011, 3:18 pm

"Child!" she scolded and kept her glare on him. She would've killed him if they hadn't came to a stopping point, but something in her wanted her to kill him just to repay his ignorance or just to remove it from the world. A demon she would wrestle with later, but here was not the time for death. He did not deserve to die no more than she did, figuratively speaking. "Do you know you could have died." She paused when he tried to move a little. "Or that you can die?" she growled and pushed him against the ground harder.

He groaned at the pressure, but tried to look her in the eye. He was either lucky or soon to be dead, he couldn't decide which, but he knew that he should hold his tongue a little better from here out. If he had any answers though, they were not coming forth, his courage left him when he was in the air after his failed charge.

Lyka grumbled and shook him once, attempting to get something out of him. "What is your name, child?" she asked firmly, slowly losing patience for the foolish human. "Artemis." came his small reply, but it still held a subtle defiance and disdain. She echoed his name slowly, committing it to memory for some subconscious reason.

"Well, Artemis, why did you attack me?" she said even though she knew the simple answer. "Because you are a-" he started but was quickly interrupted by much more pressure so the rest of his sentence came out almost like a heavy breath. "The real reason. The mouse does not simply come to the snake. The snake would have to have been hunting or the mouse was simply a fool." And she was not in the least hunting for him. Something flickered and the welled up in his eyes at that moment which is what she believed to be the true reason. But she was losing patience and she shook him roughly. "Out with it! Before the snake kills the mouse for the pleasure of it."

The boy snarled at him but quickly erased it, but kept his glare. "That body isn't yours!" he said, as if that statement alone would make her get up and speak a heartfelt apology and then kill herself afterwards.

"It is how I survive. And considering that you damaged this newly acquired body, I could be in use of another." she spoke harshly, hoping the threat would sink into his head. She could mend the minor cut easily enough, even though now the body wouldn't last nearly as long as it could have, and she tried to stay in female bodies most of the time. But he didn't know any of that.
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