The Caregiver [Mission-Koryu]

[Sora Vernian]

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Name: The Caregiver
Rank: D
Post Limit: 2
Objective: Edmund needs some assistance in nursing an old man that had fainted in the pharmacy in east Harujion. Be careful though, the old man is somewhat irritable and sometimes gets violent.
Reward: 50 jewels
Exp: 10 xp

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/bloodybackground-1.png); padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] We FIGHT to live We LIVE to fight Everybody, with your fists raised high let me hear your battle cry tonight! STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE The salty air of the sea filled the atmosphere of the docks. The sun was high in the sky, casting its merciless rays down upon those beneath it just as rain falls on weary travelers. The air was warm and full of moisture, makings walking seem like a task in itself. However, those who are used to this climate can easily navigate through the "fog". The streets alongside the docks would normally have the sound of the waves rocking against the seawall echo through the empty spaces, but not on this day. For this day was market day. All kinds of people were standing on either side of the main street trying to sell their goods to any who might pass by. The atmosphere created was that of a busy area, just as the streets of Crocus might be. Sora Vernian was out on a job with his partner. He was currently heading to the pharmacy where the job was to take place. That morning was when the more interesting part of the job began. Sora had gotten up this morning and went to a job request board that was set up in the main square of the city. He would have just gone into the guild building of Kitsune Lament, but there was no way he could do that, not that he didn't want to go in, but rather there were very few jobs actually posted there. They were considered a dark guild, and no jobs would actually be sent in to them from outside the city. This was the best thing Sora could do to get a job. So he did what any wizard did, he would stand in front of the board and wait for a job to strike him. Standing in front of the board always seemed to be one of the hardest things for Sora to do. He hated trying to pick a job. Not so much as he would not want to do the job, but he hated having to make the choice. There were always so many factors that tugged on his mind when he made the decisions. Sometimes he would make Koryu choose, but that would never really work. Sora exhaled a sigh as he crossed his arms. His eyes were scanning the assortment of jobs that were posted up. The first thing he looked at was not the title of the job, nor what it entailed, he didn't even look at the monetary reward. The first thing he looked at was the town in which the job would be taking place. The first flyer he saw that had the city name, Harujion, on it grabbed his attention. "The Caregiver?" He asked aloud. The title was quite different from what he would regularly see, so he was quite struck with what it was. Reading more about the actual job. "Edmund needs some assistance in nursing an old man that had fainted in the pharmacy in east Harujion. Be careful though, the old man is somewhat irritable and sometimes gets violent," Sora read. When he read about the old man a smile spread across the face. This kind of job would be good. The job itself was not what Sora usually did, but he liked what it called for. Having to be nice and help someone else. He would rather not do this, but the thought of seeing his partner have to go through such an ordeal was even better than putting up with the job. "Koryu, I got us a job," he stated with a big smile as he tore off the flyer. When he turned around and saw Koryu, his smile got even larger. "Let's go partner!" With that, Sora folded the flyer up and stuck it inside one of his pockets, then started to walk down the street to the beach-side road that the pharmacy was located on. He walked with his arms folded up behind his head and he took off down the street in a carefree manner. Most of the stall owners were not shouting at him, but even if they were, he wasn't listening. After several minutes of walking along the brick road, he came to the pharmacy where he had to go. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Koryu, you ready to do this?" He questioned while looking down at his partner next to him. Mana: 20/20 WE'RE ON THE FRONTLINE TAGS »»» Koryu! LYRICS »»» frontline » pillar COMMENTS »»» Koryu, I rushed through writing this, but the reply will not be as thrown around and jumpy. This post was just to partially set the scene, so...yeah. template by euphoricfire of btn

[Koryu]

All things considered, Koryu didn’t mind living near the port city of Harujion, and held even a bit of liking for the seaside settlement. During the late months of winter the gusts of warm air that swept across the port from the nearby ocean waters kept the chilly hands of the season at bay and the city at a relatively warm temperature, while during the hotter days of summer the same currents brought cooling mists of salty spray that helped bear the burden of the beating sun. That wasn’t to say that the port city was always a blissful paradise. That day the sun glared down on the port, perched high in the azure sky that stretched far and wide, and not a single cloud marred the clear horizon or offered any protection from the blistering assault of the sun. The air itself was thick with humidity, and even after two years of being exposed to such weather Koryu still was unaccustomed to such days. But even in light of such momentary conditions, when the ocean waves would crash against the docks and their roaring beats would mix with the wailing song of the gulls, Harujion held a certain mystique to it, and was certainly not a place the cat dreaded to be in.

That was, when such calming sounds could be heard. On the other hand, there was nothing more that Koryu hated than market day at the port, when the brick streets were lined with overweight, zealous vendors and their ugly, prismatic stalls, shouting at anyone passing by in shrill voices to buy whatever petty trinkets they peddled. Normally Harujion was busy catering to the constant intake of ships and travelers, but at least everyone minded their own business during such times. When the market was in full swing, no one escaped the hungry eyes of the merchants. And the noise, the noise was simply unbearable.

Sighing in frustration as a shopper nearly barreled straight into the flying cat, Koryu moved closer to his partner, Sora, trying his best to stay as out of the way as possible amidst the crowd of gawking customers. At least they’d be out of the port soon enough. And luckily for the silver cat, by the time they returned the market would be gone, leaving behind only the faint scent of exotic fruits and salted meats. For the pair were in fact on a mission, although Koryu admittedly didn’t know exactly what mission, but it was an excuse to leave the port either way. Early that morning they, or rather Sora, had snagged a job from the request board that sat idle in the main square of the port. They were forced to take a general request, as their guild, Kitsune Lament, was commonly regarded as a dark guild, and as sad as it was, they didn’t get a great deal of job requests as a result. But work was work and that meant a sum of jewels at the end of the day and that much more respect towards their guild, which in turn would bring more jobs.

Koryu was rather curious though as to what they would even be doing. The cat typically let Sora pick the next job they would do; he was generally competent enough to do so and Koryu never really held a preference. But that morning he had been distracted by the clamor of the frantic circus that was the market as his partner tore off the notice, and thus he didn’t get a view of whatever the paper detailed, with Sora offering no explanation himself and only telling the cat that they had a new job to do. The dragon slayer did seem rather happy about the job he was able to grab, but Koryu had simply shrugged this off. Sora was that kind of mage, the cup is always half full sort of kind, who would probably be laughing even while they were beaten and robbed. That was his Sora though. But gleeful or not, they were leaving, and Koryu flew closely behind his partner, keeping one eye on the figure of the dragon slayer while he kept the other on lookout for any potential collisions from the surrounding mass of people. But soon, soon they would be safely out in the wilds, out into the calm and peace and…

Koryu nearly smacked straight into Sora as the mage suddenly stopped in front of him, the cat recoiling quickly to avoid doing so; his eyes wide as he flailed momentarily in the air, regaining his composure a few seconds later. Folding his paws across his chest, he was about to spit out a flamed remark at his partners obvious negligence and erratic behavior, but bit his tongue to hold back any such comments when Koryu noticed that the dragon slayer wasn’t paying attention to him, but a building that lined the street near them. Tiling his head to the side, the cat studied the small brick building, eyeing the weathered, sea blue sign that hung across the door, bearing the world “Pharmacy” across it in large, rounded white letters. Why were they stopping?

Koryu’s ears perked up when he heard Sora ask whether he was ready to do this, and the cat slowly turned to face his partner, a questioning look on his face as he watched the dragon slayer take several deep breathes. “You can’t possibly mean that this is where we have to be?” What kind of job needed them to be in a pharmacy? The possibilities were large granted, but somehow Koryu had a bad feeling about what the job entailed.



Mana: 17/18

[Sora Vernian]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/bloodybackground-1.png); padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] We FIGHT to live We LIVE to fight Everybody, with your fists raised high let me hear your battle cry tonight! STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE Sora's partner questioned him about this being the destination for the job. He quietly moved his hand down from the door and dug into his pocket, searching for the piece of paper that was folded together in the depths. A look of one who is searching came across his face, until a smile appeared once he found it. He pulled the piece of paper out and unfolded it. Once that was done, he held out the flyer, allowing Koryu to read it. When doing this, Sora let out a heckling laugh, fully knowing that Koryu would get mad at him. Before his partner could say any words, Sora rapped his knuckles against the door, allowing a loud knock to go into the building. "Yo!" He called, trying to get someone inside to hear him. "We're here for the job ya posted on the request board!" After calling in, there was no immediate response. Rather, Sora was left on the doorstep, waiting for someone to have heard him. Sora took a step back and crossed his arms, getting an annoyed look on his face. "Who the hell doesn't answer the door when they posted a job somewhere," he swore, kicking the ground with his foot. Sora let out a quick sneering breath, flaring his sharper teeth. "Oy! How long are we gonna..." he started. The opening of the door cut him off as a person stepped forward onto the top step. The man wore a white coat that covered most of his body. He had short brown hair and a tired look, as though he had been awake for many days. "I'm sorry to cause you to wait, please come in, and would you mind staying quiet as I fill you in on the job," the pharmacist said as he stepped aside and guided them out. Sora did not like being told what to do, so when he was told that he had to be quiet, he nearly exploded into a ball of wind, but the image of having his plan backfire, and having Koryu get more enjoyment out of this mission quickly made him subdue his emotions. "Sure," Sora smiled. Once through the door, the pharmacist motioned them into a small sitting area, probably a waiting room of sorts that patients would be put into. Sora quickly went over to the couch and sat down, trying to retain a professional look. "So, about this job, anything else you want us to know?" Sora asked, leaning forward and staring straight at the man before him. Mana: 20/20 WE'RE ON THE FRONTLINE TAGS »»» Koryu LYRICS »»» frontline » pillar COMMENTS »»» None template by euphoricfire of btn

[Koryu]

Koryu watched his partner intently with a continued look of apprehensive confusion, noticing that the dragon slayer reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, opening it up and holding it out towards the cat. Quickly snatching the crinkled paper with his paw, Koryu pulled it out of Sora’s hand and immediately began pouring over the neatly penned letters of what he noticed was a job posting, the exact same one his partner had taken earlier that day. The cat winced when he heard Sora burst out in mocking laughter, and as the flyer wasn’t extensive, it wasn’t long until Koryu found out why. Staring straight up at the flying cat in large, bold black lettering, with the letters curved and intricately formed as if to almost mock him, was the job description. ”Edmund needs some assistance in nursing an old man…” Nursing…an…old…man? Koryu openly gaped at the flyer, his paws shaking slightly as they gripped the paper tightly, to dumbfound to say anything. He was a mage of Kitsune Lament, not some meek caretaker! They should be out slaying legendary creatures, uncovering hidden treasure, or battling rival guilds, not…not this! Anything but this!

Whipping his head around to face Sora the cat glared at his partner, fire in his eyes as he gritted his teeth, the flyer all but a crumbled mass of paper in his paws now. The nerve that Sora had, to get a job like this! Koryu knew without a doubt that the dragon slayer had picked the mission specifically knowing how the cat would feel about it, and his partners jeering laughter was enough proof. But Sora had already turned to face the pharmacy again, and Koryu could only watch and swallow the torrent of things he wanted to say as the dragon slayer reached forward and knocked on the cracked, white door that led into the building, Sora’s voice following the loud rap as he attempted to get someone’s attention by announcing that they were the takers of the mission.

As the sounds faded away the pair were met with only silence, broken only by the waves crashing against the pier behind them and the sound of Koryu’s angered breathing as he sat in the air, paws folded and smoldering. The cat could see no sign of anyone alive inside through the half closed shutters that covered the small windows, and he was about to suggest that they simply forget about the job, for more than one reason, when Sora backed up and, adopting a look of annoyance himself at being ignored, pointedly remarked about the lack of anyone coming to the door and emphasized his point by kicking the ground in anger. Koryu leaned back, sighing in frustration as he watched his partner. Why did they even bother? It wasn’t like this job was worth any amount of their attention; let alone waiting on the street as if they actually wanted the mission. At least, that’s how Koryu felt, and the cat was about to just reach forward and pull Sora back as the dragon slayer began to shout again at the building when both of them were cut off as the weathered door swung open, a thin man garbed in a white coat stepping hastily out.

Holding both his hands up the man apologized for making them wait and asked them to come in, as well as whether they could be quieter than they currently were, his voice strained and weary as he turned around and beckoned them inside. His grimace upturning to a smirk, Koryu waited for another outburst from Sora. The cat knew very well that the dragon slayer hated being told what to do, regardless of how small the command was or how timid it was stated, and it was his hope that the dragon slayers action would be enough to terminate the job before it even began. Those hopes were quickly dashed however, and Koryu’s jaw nearly hit the ground when he heard Sora agree to the pharmacists’ words, even going as far as planting a seemingly sincere smile on his face. The silver cat continued to gape as Sora disappeared through the doorway, Koryu staring at where the dragon slayer left for a few more seconds in utter disbelief. Collecting himself the cat slowly followed after his partner, a look of sheer iron determination on his face as he floated past the pharmacist and into the pharmacy. If Sora wanted a war, a war he was going to get.

Closing the door carefully behind the pair the pharmacist shuffled past, pointing them into a small room that by the looks of it served as a sort of reception or lobby area for patients and customers, cushioned couches and chairs and small wooden tables spread out throughout the entire area, with an open window at the far end allowing the bright light outside to seep in along with the smell of sea spray on the wind. Noticing that Sora had seated himself nearby on a couch, Koryu pointedly floated past the dragon slayer, not offering him a single glance as the cat settled down in a chair on the other side of the room, his white and silver wings disappearing in a purple flash a moment later. Refusing to openly acknowledge the dragon slayer, the cat glanced at the pharmacist as the man entered the room, listening with perked ears as Sora inquired about any extra information for the job, wanting to catch everything that was said, not that he was actually interested in the job at all. No, he couldn’t care less about some old man, but if he could find a way to get back at Sora, then maybe, just maybe, Koryu would be able to survive the ordeal that would be the job ahead.


Mana: 16/18

[Sora Vernian]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/bloodybackground-1.png); padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] We FIGHT to live We LIVE to fight Everybody, with your fists raised high let me hear your battle cry tonight! STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE Sora leaned back into the couch, putting his arms back along the top as he tried to pay attention to anything the pharmacist would be saying. Of course he was trying to make him self not as comfortable as he normally would, because this was not his home, he did not know if anything could be fully trusted. While leaning back, he gave a wry smile to the man as he listened. "Well, the man that I have under my care needs some serious help, and in order to get the supplies I need, I have to go across town. While I'm gone this man needs to be taken care of, I should be gone for about three hours," the pharmacist announced as he crossed his arms. The Dragon Slayer kept his posture the same, only his jaw dropped a few inches when he was told that the man was simply going for supplies. If the man needed supplies, why had he not just asked them to grab them. Sora quickly disregarded this fact, because it would be easier for him to irritate his partner. "Sounds good to me,' he said as he jumped to his feet, letting his pent up energy get released, ' we can start right now if you are ready?" The pharmacist took a step back as he nodded to Sora's question, knowing that he should get started immediately. "Then I leave him to you, he is in the room upstairs, what he says about you will determine if the job is complete," he finished, as he opened the door to leave. On his feet, the young man turned towards his partner, flashing a gleeful grin. "Partner, shouldn't we go see the old man we gotta take care of?" He asked, trying to provoke Koryu into doing something that he might regret. WE'RE ON THE FRONTLINE TAGS »»» person 1, 2 and maybe even 3 or 4! LYRICS »»» frontline » pillar COMMENTS »»» heyo! template by euphoricfire of btn

[Koryu]

Koryu leaned back slightly in his chair, his attention centered on the pharmacist as the man began to ramble off the details of the job they were about to perform, if you could even call babysitting some old geezer a job. And as hard as he tried to ignore him out of spite, the silver cat couldn’t help but shoot an occasional glance of hatred at the one man who was responsible for planting Koryu in such an ordeal. The Dragon Slayer seemed at ease on the couch he had chosen, his posture suggesting that Sora was perfectly content with the situation at hand. Of course he would, and seeing this only made the cat more bitter and resentful towards his partner. At that moment, there was no way anyone could have earned more hatred than Koryu felt towards Sora, there was nothing that could possibly divert the stream of daggers his eyes were shooting towards the Dragon Slayer, there was nothing…

Koryu’s head immediately snapped towards the pharmacist, his eyes wide in shock as he heard the pharmacist say what the reason for them being there was. He needed to grab supplies? That was it? The cat could barely stop himself from simply flying off his chair and smacking the man when he mentioned this, even if it would mean they would lose any posted reward. Why couldn’t they just grab the supplies? Sure it would mean going out and braving the torrent of shoppers and the storm of merchants that filled the market and every street in Harujion, but at least they wouldn’t have to watch an old man for some lazy, good for nothing pharmacist! Koryu let out a resigned sigh when he also caught that the pharmacist figured it would take him about three hours to return, which meant they would have to deal with the old man for at the very least that amount of time. That was if Koryu didn’t simply leave in frustration. But glancing at his partner the cat knew that he couldn’t let the Dragon Slayer win in any way, and by ditching the job Koryu would be admitting defeat. The cat shuttered at the thought of the mocking jeers and flaunting comments that Sora would surely throw his way if such a thing happened. Yes, losing was definitely a worse prospect than watching an old man for a few hours.


The cat watched as his partner eagerly jumped up from where he sat, scoffing at the energy Sora still had even in face of such a menial and likely grueling task. The Dragon Slayer offered to the pharmacist that they could get started right away, to which the pharmacist replied that they could do so, and Koryu was obviously less than enthused about this. Just as he opened the door the man also mentioned that their payment was dependent on what the old man said when the job was done, and this caused Koryu’s spirits to plummet even lower. Not only did they have to watch the old man, now they actually had to do a good job about it. A moment later the pharmacist stepped out into the light of the outside world, and closing the door softly, vanished from sight, the man’s footsteps clicking off the pathway outside, but soon disappearing as well behind the sound of the ocean waves and crying gulls of the port, leaving Koryu alone with his partner and a mysterious, elderly stranger somewhere in the same building.

The silver cat jumped down from his chair, turning when he hit the ground to face Sora as the Dragon Slayer smiled widely towards him, asking Koryu whether they should go and see the old man they were to take care of, obviously savoring the moment as he eyed the cat. Koryu was absolutely itching to take down his partner right then and there, but restrained himself as he walked forward past the mage, dodging haphazardly placed furniture until he reached the hallway on the other side, casting a glance backwards at Sora, answering the man with a forced smile. ”For someone so eager to do this job you’re being awfully slow Sora. Not afraid of a little old man are you?” Turning his back towards the Dragon Slayer the cat then began walking down the dim hallway, his fake smile immediately falling back into a scowl. There wasn’t a single part of this that Koryu would enjoy, but at least he could get it over with sooner rather than later. That and he was determined to outdo Sora, and beat the mage at his own little game.

The hallway which the cat was in extended from the front door of the pharmacy, and at the other end was a narrow spiral staircase which gave access towards the second floor above. The pharmacist didn’t say exactly where the old man was, but Koryu figured he could reasonably assume that the old man was being kept upstairs in a bedroom or other such room, away from the coming and going of customers on the main level. Ascending the metal stairs the cat soon reached the second floor, and found himself at the far end of another hallway, this one wider and bathed in the glowing light of an open window on the far end, a stiff sea breeze from the outside blowing through and causing the cat’s fur to ripple in the warm air as he continued down the hall. There were two doors on either side, and as Koryu passed he looked into each one, three of the doors being wide open and revealing well lit rooms of various purposes, but none of which held anything resembling their target…err, patient.

The fourth door was partially closed and near the far end, shaded from the open window by a corner of the hall and wrapped in a dim shadow. Standing in front of it, the silver cat stared up at it for a moment, noticing that there were no markings on the door of any kind, though as the last room he believed it must have held the old man. Gently pushing open the door with his paw, Koryu walked into the room and glanced around. The room was relatively small and sparsely furnished, and the two windows in the room were fastened shut, with all sunlight being kept out by a pair of heavy, red curtains, the room itself bathed in almost complete darkness. His eyes adjusting to the gloom, Koryu could barely make out what appeared to be a cabinet and dresser in one corner, and a bed in another, though the cat couldn’t see anything moving or alive, and no sounds pierced the shadow except that of his own breathing. Growling in frustration with the apparent nonexistence of the old man, Koryu angrily called out. ”Hey! Anyone even in here?” Watching the old man would be hard if they couldn’t even see him, and Koryu was about at the limit of what his patience could handle. Crossing his arms the cat waited for an answer, keeping his ears up for any sound, either that of his partner joining him, or from the allusive old man.


Mana: 18/18

[Sora Vernian]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/bloodybackground-1.png); padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] We FIGHT to live We LIVE to fight Everybody, with your fists raised high let me hear your battle cry tonight! STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE A scowl came across Sora's face as he heard his partner chiding him for his own behavior. Normally he would have given a snarl through his teeth as a sign of the growing hostility between the two. "Like hell I'm afraid of an old man," Sora snapped back, trying to defend himself and ensure his victory in this battle of wills. To hide any sort of emotion that Koryu might see if he happened to look at him, Sora grabbed a piece of fruit out of the bowl in the center of the table. He stuffed what he thought was an apple into his mouth. His teeth dug into the round red fruit. The Dragon Slayer expected the juice of an apple to fill his mouth as he took a bite of the crisp food. However, what he tasted instead was something completely different, there wasn't even any juice in it. Rather the substance was solid and rather slippery, his teeth just went straight through it. Sora had taken a bite of a false apple, taking a piece of it in his mouth in one motion, too fast for him to fix the mistake he had made. With a sputtering sound and a fast motion, Sora had spit the piece of wax out of his mouth onto the table. "Wax!? What kind of cruel person would do that?" he exclaimed, slamming the apple back into the bowl, trying to make it fit in place. He turned away from the bowl, crossing his arms, trying to stop himself from getting angry over the small thing. Out of the corner of his ember eyes he saw the fake apple sitting in the bowl. Facing him was the side that the chunk taken out, showing it to be a fake. The eyes of the Dragon Slayer scanned the room as he wanted to be sure that no one was watching him. He then moved his left arm down and turned the apple around so that the bite mark was hidden. "See, nothing's wrong," he smiled, looking down at his handy work. "I wonder if there is any food in this house?" Sora's ember eyes gave off a sly look as he glanced about the room. He was questioning himself as to where the kitchen would be. He began smelling the air, hoping that something could tell him where he might find any amount of food. There were many scents in the house, that of different people, and most notably Koryu. One scent stood out of them all, this was a scent that made a smile creep across the wizard's face. With mighty quick movement, Sora shot across the room until he came to the staircase. He quickly went up the wooden stairs, taking them two or three at a time as he wanted to find the source of this new smell he had found. As he barreled down the hallway until he made his way to where Koryu was. "Oy, oy, you smell that food?" he asked his feline partner while a gleam came to his eyes. They tried to scan through the shadows to find what the smell was. Then he saw it. On the far side of the dark room, a tray rested on a table. There was a bowl of warm soup, as well as bread and cheese. "That stuff looks delicious, ya think the client'll notice if we eat it? WE'RE ON THE FRONTLINE TAGS »»» KORYU, FOOD LYRICS »»» frontline » pillar COMMENTS »»» Don't touch the shadows. template by euphoricfire of btn

[Koryu]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] ASHES, ASHES The silence of the room was suddenly broken as the sound of feet running swiftly up stairs reached Koryu’s ears, followed by someone hurtling down the hallway just beyond the room. Already knowing full well who it was the silver cat sighed, tilting his head back to watch as Sora entered the room. ”Oy, oy, you smell that food?” Turning around in disbelief, Koryu planted one paw on his hip while he pointed at his partner with the other, a scowl stretching across his face. ”You drag me into this job, and then the only thing you can think about is your stomach?” Noticing that his partner wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying, Koryu followed Sora’s eyes and saw that the dragon slayer was staring with great interest at what appeared to be a small wooden table underneath the covered window. Or rather the tray of steaming food that sat on top of the table. ”That stuff looks delicious, ya think the client’ll notice if we eat it?” Koryu let out a groan, planting a paw straight across his face. Honestly, why did he ever even bother when he had such a boneheaded partner? ”You know what Sora, I don’t even care anymore. Eat the client for all I care. I’d say eat the old man too but he apparently doesn’t even exist. The pharmacist is either delusional or this is his idea of a good joke. I’m done with this job. I’ll see you back at the guildhall once I’m done finding our hilarious client and breaking his legs.” Turning his back towards Sora the silver cat began to storm towards the door, paws clenched at his sides. Muttering curses under his breath, Koryu paid little attention to anything around him, solely concentrating on getting as quickly as possible out of the awful pharmacy he was unfortunate enough to be brought into. Reaching the doorway, the silver cat was about to pass over the threshold, when the door suddenly swung shut with a slam that pierced the quiet room, stopping Koryu from leaving the room. Taking a deep breath in a rather failed attempt at calming his nerves, the mage whipped around, shouting at Sora as he did so. ”Oh, you think you’re funny Sora? If you don’t open this door I swear I will…” Koryu stopped mid sentence, the enraged expression he held immediately melting away into one of curiosity as the cat stared at the walls of the room. Closing his eyes tightly, the silver cat shook his head rapidly for a moment, and then opened them again, a frown forming across his face. The shadows on the while walls had begun to move slowly, with tendrils of darkness writhing around the window and door frames and the furniture inside the room, or at least it appeared to do so. Suddenly the fur along Koryu’s neck stood on end as a shiver ran down his spine, and the cat became keenly aware of another presence in the room, and not that of Sora’s. Turning towards his partner, the feline, with all trace of anger gone, pointed towards the wall in front of him with a flick of his head. ”Sora, I don’t think we’re alone in this room…” Mana: 18/18 Notes: Koryu is so done with you Tagged: Sora Words: 542 template by pianissimo of BTN

[Sora Vernian]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/bloodybackground-1.png); padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] We FIGHT to live We LIVE to fight Everybody, with your fists raised high let me hear your battle cry tonight! STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE The Dragon Slayer stared at the food that was before him when he heard his partner complain about it. A sparkle had come to his eyes as he started to move forward to it when the silver feline started giving an angry speech to him. The cat went on about how he only thinks with his stomach, and before Sora could reply his partner had cut him off. I'm really getting it this time, he thought as he lowered his head and sighed it off. From here on out he stopped paying attention, there was no way he would be able to give his own side of the argument without getting his own head bitten off. However, he did catch the end of Koryu's statement where he spoke of breaking the client's legs. This caught him by surprise. "Koryu wait..." he muttered as he saw his partner attempt to leave the room. When the door flung itself shut and the shadows began to move, his eyes narrowed. "That's not me," he answered while he began looking around the room, hoping to find something that would point him in the right direction to what was happening. Sora's eyes darted up to the ceiling when he heard, "What kind of caregivers are you?" The voice had no mouth, but when Sora looked up two red lights were emanating from the ceiling. This was not a kind of magic he knew of, but he immediately clenched his fists together, wanting to be prepared for anything that could happen. "Where are you?" he growled, not liking his being in the dark about this person. "I am here in the room. Anyways, what kind of caregivers come barging in, not minding the sleeping patient, want to steal food, and also wish to go around breaking people's legs," the ominous voice announced as though it was trying to scare the two wizards in the room. WE'RE ON THE FRONTLINE TAGS »»» person 1, 2 and maybe even 3 or 4! LYRICS »»» frontline » pillar COMMENTS »»» heyo! template by euphoricfire of btn