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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 17:44:46 GMT -5
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[attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector  [attr="class","parmesan"] Ravus, the ex-royal of Tenebrea and bearer of the blood of the oracle, was not an alcoholic! He would never drown his sorrow in liquor.... however, drinking did help him a little to get all the tragic events of the last few days out of his head a little, even if it was for a short time. He didn’t drown himself in it, of course. He was far to aware of how alcohol can effect once judgement. He sat at the bar, his human-hand holding the glass with the strong whiskey he had ordered so the taste of it would push away all his worries for a moment. He drank a sip from it, placing the glass back on the table, his eyes constantly fixed on the wooden desk in front of him. Ravus knew he was being stared at... and he could hear some people talking to each other, parts of their words able to reach him, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Have you heard? A monster has attacked the city last night. It was not a heartless, but some kind of human-demon-thing.”“Really? I thought the city said it was a heartless?”
“I saw it... and ran for my life.”“Lucky you than. Be thankful it didn’t attack you!”
“Have you noticed.... that guy kinda fits part of the description of that thing?”“You think? He looks pretty normal to me.. except that odd arm.”
He held on more tightly to the glass. How dare they...? Don’t they know he can hear them? His head turned slightly, his eyes staring at the talking pair, both of them immediately falling silent and looking away as fast as possible. Cowards... Ravus took an other sip of his drink, his metallic arm placed on his leg for now.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 20:24:24 GMT -5
 Braig, on the other hand, bordered much closer to alcoholism then he would care to admit. Perhaps it was the gunman's way of coping with his missing eye and darkened heart, but he never bothered to give it much thought beyond that. Introspection was no more than a pointless waste of time to him; the callings of a weakening heart. Either way, the sniper found himself patronizing the local bars of the Radiant Garden a little more frequently than he'd ever feel comfortable confessing following his recent recompletion.
The Freeshooter walked wordlessly into the bar, still outfitted in his once-pristine guard uniform. Days of hiding out in the Radiant Garden had left him looking rather disheveled for one of the noble sage-king's guard, but the venomous look in his remaining golden eye was enough to dissuade any inquiring from nosy passerbys. He slid onto a stool to the right of Ravus and ordered himself his usual poison of choice. In a lot of ways, the sniper was a wildcard, but when it came to alcohol he was a creature of habit.
Braig took a slow sip of his drink, letting the burn chew at him for a minute as he tuned his pointed ears to the sounds of nearby gossip.
'The monster?...'
Braig had only heard of the monster through the morning newspaper he had "borrowed" from a hardware salesman in the local marketplace. His eye darted to the man next to him, his sharp eye scanning him over before locking onto the man's arm. He matched the description, though this man was different... Uncorrupted... Though in his mind's eye, the pieces lined up.
Braig was sure... This stranger was the monster.
Perhaps the sniper should have been afraid, but Braig felt strangely jaded considering the circumstances. After all, he had two magic guns and teleportation on his side. There was nothing here he couldn't escape from. Besides, if these civilians knew what Braig had done, he would be in the same boat as Mr. Monster over here.
'Besides... dude's just trying to get a drink.'
Instead, Braig takes another long swig before speaking. His head never turning away from his glass, yet a small smirk curled across his scarred face.
"Someone looks like they've had a long day."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 11:02:42 GMT -5
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[attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] The royal was continued to sip his drink in silence, now that the people had stopped talking about the incident from yesterday. It was than that he noticed someone had seated himself next to him, gulping down strong alcohol as well. Looking over with his blue eye, he saw that the other was wearing the uniform of the guards of this town... and he was here drinking? He either had free time now, or he was terrible at his job. Rauvs looked back at his drink when he saw that the other was also eyeing him for a moment, the ash-blond man looking down deeper into his drink, before sipping it down completely, the man at the bar refilling his glass after Ravus waved with his hand for a moment. Finally, the strange man with the scarred face and missing eye would speak to him, the royal not sparing him an other glance for now. “..that.. may be.”, he answered, drinking an other sip of his whiskey with a sigh afterwards. He just wanted some peace. “What do you want?”, he would ask shortly after, his head turning slightly to look at him. “You are a town's guard, am I correct? You are wearing the uniform still, so you should still be working.. or are you using the time of your break to drown yourself in poisoned liquor? Not very professional, but who am I to judge your actions.”
He didn't come here to pick a fight with the guard's, but Ravus was pretty sure the other would most likely keep his mouth shut for now. Knowing how he looked like, the royal could easily walk over to the one leading the guards and tell them about this man's little 'hydration-break'. Now that he thought about it.. it wasn't his style to lash out with words on someone he just met. The other had just asked if he had a long day and he fired back like this? His human hand moved up to his head, massaging his temples for a moment. “.. pardon me... for saying this.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 18:23:45 GMT -5
Braig sipped from his glass, already feeling a bit of warmth flowing through his veins. He gripped his glass with one white-gloved hand, swirling it slowly while the other hand absently drummed on the heavy wooden countertop in front of him. At least the guy actually bothered to respond to him. Not that the sniper would have let the monster-man ignore him, this was way too interesting after all, but it made things significantly less awkward. He remained wordless while the other man snapped at him.
"What do I want?" Braig replied with a single short laugh and took a few seconds to drain his drink. He waved down the bartender for another round before granting the stranger a response.
"Why, I'm here for the same reason you are." The Freeshooter must have found this particularly ironic, as the half-sneer crawled across his face again. Professionalism was the least of his concerns. "As for the guard? Well, you could say we aren't exactly seeing eye-to-eye right now."
The sniper's face briefly darkened as he pondered his former comrades. Surely, they had already awakened and noticed his absence? Yet there had been no attempt to track him down. While it slightly stung the sniper's ego to have been forgotten so easily, he hadn't really been expecting much. He had never been particularly popular with the others. Besides, they likely knew of his conspiracy with Xehanort by now, and any attempt at reconciliation at this point would likely be met with sharp spears and end with bloodshed.
So for now, Braig laid low and kept himself occupied with pseudo-frequent 'hydration breaks'.
The sniper turned his attention back to Ravus, briefly meeting blue eyes with his own single yellow eye. His expression darkened as he leaned forward over his drink, keeping his head lowered to muffle his voice. He spoke again, soft enough that only the two would be able to hear.
"So... the word on the street is that neither of us are exactly welcome in town right now. So keep your trap shut, and I won't say a word about you either, capeesh?" The renegade guard spoke smartly. Perhaps he had been a bit too blunt, but sniper had never been known for subtlety. Besides, the last thing he needed was for some loose end at a bar to lead Dilan and the rest of Ansem's guard right to his location.
With that over with, Braig drains his second round and acts like nothing out of the ordinary happened.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 19:05:55 GMT -5
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[attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Ravus stayed quiet after his apology, taking in the information the other was giving him, his eyes widening slightly. First of all, it seemed he had problems himself with his job... but what really send him shivering for a moment was the fact the other was not a complete idiot like the rest of the town. He knew... He knew about the incidence and that it was him that was involved? Ravus sighed slightly, looking back at his drink to suddenly grab it and gulp it down before setting the glass back on the table, a smile spreading on his face. “Well.. You got me...”, he said quietly over to the other, his hand pushing the empty glass aside. He was getting slightly fuzzy from the alcohol that was finally seeming to get into his blood and move through his veins, not just warming him up, but making him a little light headed. He should stop there....
“And here I thought everyone was a complete fool in this world.”This guy knew.. so what now? He wouldn't tell the other guards for sure if he kept his mouth shut himself? Could he trust this man? Ravus wasn't really sure. He too had lost something important to his body... and that amber eye he had was... something about it was making Ravus feel uncomfortable. Or maybe he was just imagining it, who knows.
“A normal guard would immediately rush this information to their leader to make sure the threat is taking care off. You are not a normal guard.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 21:20:27 GMT -5
Braig let the corners of his mouth upturn. It was always easier when they came clean. Less debate. While others had failed to connect the dots, Braig had a sharp eye for detail, a residual trait from his training as a sniper. Subtle characteristics that only he would notice... similarities between this man and the monster.
"Oh don't worry, tiger... Thankfully for you, most of the people here are completely dim-witted," Braig stated, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, before draining his second round. He was definitely feeling it now, the sensation of slipping away from sobriety giving the sniper a faint buzz in his head and a false sense of confidence. Already a bit on the smaller size, the sniper had a tolerance of someone much smaller. His empty hand tugged absently at his ragged crimson neckscarf as he listened to this stranger.
"Bingo," Braig stated energetically, before downing the rest of his drink. Slumped against the counter and propped up on his elbows, he flagged down the bartender for a third round before continuing with the same lowered tone from earlier. "I don't answer to 'em anymore. See, tiger, to make a long story short: I betrayed them... and not just the guards, either. The whole kingdom."
"If they get their hands on me, they'll execute me for treason." Braig sipped on his drink, a bit of a slur having crept into his rough voice. The alcohol in his system was making him run his mouth a little more than he would have normally been comfortable with.
The sniper's eye narrowed, having suddenly remembered why he was talking to this man in the first place. "But that's enough about me, tiger. How 'bout you tell me bout that arm of yours?... Ain't from around here, is it?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2018 11:00:25 GMT -5
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[attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Tiger? What kind of a nickname was that? Ravus growled a little when Braig said it again, his hand holding on more tightly to his empty glass now. “Ravus.”, he murmured, hoping the other would understand that he would rather prefer to be called THAT than tiger. It sounded like a nickname Aranea would give someone, to be honest. He had listened still however to what the guard was telling him. So.. he was a traitor to his people? And he was still here using that uniform? He was either trying to make up for it or was just plain crazy to stay here and act like he was still one of them. The bar man came back, seeming to want to ask Ravus if he wanted more. The royal hesitated, before sighing and pushing his glass over to him. “Brandy...”, he murmured, the man nodding and filling up his glass with an other liquid now, Ravus pulling the drink back to himself with a sigh. He .. just couldn’t stop right now. It seemed Ravus and this man had far more in common than just the missing part of their body. The question about his arm made Ravus chuckle slightly, his metallic arm moving up, being carefully placed on the desk. “If I would get 10 gil for every time someone asks me about it, I would be a millionaire by now.”, he actually JOKED about it. The alcohol really must be getting to his head slowly. He NEVER made jokes. “This metal arm is a reminder of my failures in the past. It was.. a painful realization. Rejection can hurt more than one imagines at first.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 16:28:22 GMT -5
Ravus? The sniper could already feel the beginnings of a jesting quip bubble up in his mind, but he forced himself to hold his tongue. In his (rather intoxicated) opinion, tiger was a much better nickname. It wasn't his fault that no one else appreciated it. Instead, he drowned his rather off-taste sense of humor with another drench of burning alcohol. Braig was already feeling a bit light-headed, this last round pushing him towards a "bit too far gone", and decided instead to unsteadily rock his empty glass back and forth on the countertop.
The sniper was beginning to feel a bit of a kinship with the royal. Sure, the alcohol was quickly influencing his perceptions, but there were parallels to be drawn. Scarred bodies mirroring scarred souls. It would've been poetic if it hadn't been hit close to home.
Braig tilted his head, swaying a bit with the sudden change in motion, to more closely examine the prosthetic. It seemed relatively normal to the Freeshooter, yet something about it seemed relevant to the mishap that was making local headlines. However, try as he might, the Freeshooter wasn't able to connect the dots.
The sniper chuckled a little at Ravus' gil quip, a deep, barking laugh that sounded almost as rough as his face. "If I had 10 munny for everytime someone asked about my scarred mug, I'd be the one living up there in that castle."
The Freeshooter's buoyant mood fell flat when Ravus brought up rejection. "Been there, done that. It has a way of eatin' away at you... doesn't it, Rav?" With that, thoughts of Xehanort's heart, his burden to bear, upwelled in his mind. All the sacrifices he had made: his eye, his maimed face, his very soul, all with nothing to show in return.
Braig turned back towards to the bar, swaying until he had to lean forward onto the wood for support, and nudged the glass toward the passing barkeeper for his fourth round? Fifth? He had already lost count.
After a moment of drunken silence, he slowly asks. "Why the Radiant Garden? Why here? There's nothin' left worth visiting."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 17:13:52 GMT -5
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[attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Well, Ravus joke seemd to have reached the other. He was laughing! His sister would be so proud of him to actually lightening up a little around someone.. though she would tell him to ditch the alcohol as fast as possible and try to find happiness without poisoning himself with it. Lunafreya... It seemed Braig actually understood what he was saying, answering that he too had been through that. Were they really so similar to each other? Maybe it as not just coincidence that both of them met today. Who knows what the gods were thinking these days, after all. Ravus too seemed to be effected by the alcohol now, his body no longer completely sitting stiffly on the chair, but slightly slumped forward, an other long sip of the brandy going down his throat before he would put the glass back on the table, his face jerking slightly from the taste of the strong alcohol, his head shaking slightly in hopes of clearing his head a little. The nickname aside, the other was right about what he said about things eating away at you. In his case, it was more literal than just metaphorical speaking. “Why.. I am here? I came here in hopes of finding information about my home.”, he said, the alcohol seeming to finally loosening his tongue. “I want to return to my home... I want to see if it is save now. I.. I just want to make sure that my sisters sacrifice was not.. for nothing.”Ravus shook his head, his eyes wandering to his metallic arm absently. Surely Braig would ask now what he meant by that.... and suddenly Ravus felt sick. He remembered his sisters sacrifice and how he couldn't do anything to save her. He slammed the metallic arm on the desk, cursing to himself. “After everything that happened last night.. I can't stay in my home. I would only return what might be cleansed from it..”, he murmured more to himself now than to Braig, though he was not completely drunk yet and kept his voice low for the others in the bar to not hear it. His eyes looked back up to Braig now. “Do you know what it's like.. to no longer have power over your own body?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2018 20:35:48 GMT -5
 T H E F R E E S H O O T E R
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Braig turned his attention back to the glass that he was swirling idly in his hand. The amber liquid inside spun lazily in the shape of a vortex, coming dangerously close to the rim of the glass, a few drops escaping onto a white glove as the sniper found himself lacking in both dexterity and reaction time.
"I know more than I'd like to," Braig answered with a terse reply furthered shortened by his drunken slur. A simple answer to a complicated question. The idea of losing control of his own body seemed alien... seemed so far off...But that idea would become a reality very soon, wouldn't it? Through his inebriated daze, awareness of that foreign shard in his heart bubbled to the front of his mind. He could almost feel it, the old coot's heart scraping away at his soul like a parasite, though he was sure he was imagining it. What would happen when the old coot's soul devoured his heart and soul?
Braig didn't know, deciding to drown his feelings of apprehension with a splash of alcohol instead. Maybe he'd just look different. Maybe he would just simply cease to exist. Maybe in a way, it'd be like living as a Nobody again. Either way, he didn't plan to stick around long enough to find out.
Though, he had the feeling he didn't have much time left.
The Freeshooter brings himself back to the present, pondering his drinking partner's dilemma before speaking again.
"Ya know, Rav, I've got ways to travel these worlds. No fancy flying ships or magic needed," Braig turned his attention from his new, inventive nickname and back to his half-empty glass. Normally, he'd be more guarded about his powers, especially when he was still a renegade, but the callous sniper almost felt sorry for this guy...
The alcohol must be doing a heck of a job.
"If you really wanna go, I could take you back," The sniper turned his attention away from the glass, briefly losing his thirst for its content as he swayed in his seat, before adding.
"But if that doesn't strike your fancy, then I might be willin' to take a peek myself. You know, do a little re-... reconnaissance... for ya." Braig slurred the word before finally spitting it out. All this talk and he wasn't even sure if he could still use the corridors of darkness...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2018 5:58:27 GMT -5
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[attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] The royal watched the man, already slumped a little forward from the alcohol... Lunafreya would be so worried about his well being would she still be alive and witness his condition right now. Ravus, a royal and ex-commander, sitting in a bar, slowly losing himself to alcohols poison. What a disaster. He groaned in irritation, placing a hand on his eyes in embarrassment. He had not expected for the already drunk man next to him to offer aid to a complete stranger! The royal moved his hand from his face, blinking in suprise and looking at Braig with irritation visible on his face. “Why in the name of the gods would you want to help me and get yourself involved so much? We just met.”Of course a sting of Paranoia was settling in with the royal. He had been betrayed a lot in his life so why would this stranger not try to use him for anything? Why offer something like this, if he didn't have anything else in his mind, like a reward? He raised an eyebrow, using his arm as support as he stared at the other. “What are you planning... what is it you want from me for your services?”Ravus had already talked to much to this stranger and with the alcohol in his blood, it was much easier to squeeze informations out of him. Had this man known from the start? Was this some kind of trade he had in his mind all along and just played like he knew what the royal was feeling?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2018 20:02:25 GMT -5
T H E F R E E S H O O T E R
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Braig narrowed his amber eye and met the other's as a crooked grin crawled across his face. The royal was wise to not trust the sniper, and being called out only seemed to bolster Braig's ego. After all, his crimes numbered in the hundreds, ranging from petty crime to... more serious charges, and treachery was practically a hobby at this point. These days, he almost took the distrust of others as a boost to his ego.
The Freeshooter had never exactly been a warm person, but Xehanort's influence had undoubtedly exacerbated certain... sadistic... tendencies over the years. Though to his frequent bemusement, heavy intoxication seemed to bring on a more benevolent side to the sniper. It softened his callous inhumanity, and for a short time, it drowned out the dark calls of the shard in his heart, his long-standing blight...
... And almost made him feel human again.
"I don't think you're exactly in the position to look a gift horse in the mouth, tiger," Braig reminded the royal, a dark, grating laugh creeping into his voice. He stopped messing with the glass and instead gripped the empty vessel securely in his hand. At the end of the day, the royal hadn't even been wrong. While the sniper had been willing to act altruistically, it hadn't been without a catch.
"And me? I'm just lookin' to help out my new buddy, Rav." The drunken sniper gave the royal a few overly exaggerated pats on the back to emphasize his pseudo-sincerity.
"Besides, I need off this world. A place where they can't find me," Braig's expression darkened as he gestured towards the looming castle visible through the nearby windows. He simply wasn't sober enough for a more silver-tongued response. "But you... that arm... Wherever you're from, it's so far away, I bet it's not even on our maps."
"I take a look around for you, and in return, I get the guards off my tail. We both come out ahead. How about it?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 15:18:15 GMT -5
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[attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Ravus raised an eyebrow, continuing to watch the man for any signs of being nervous, now that Ravus mentioned betrayal. The man, even though he was smashed, seemed to stay true to his words, explaining what he had in mind by offering his help. Of course there was a catch, but from what he heard, this man just wanted to hide somewhere far away from this world and Eos seemed very fitting to what he wanted. The question is.. could Ravus give the man enough trust to accept his offer and make a trade with the stranger? He didn't even know his name yet... And what could the man also have in the back of his mind that he wasn't telling the royal? Ravus thought about his words and seemed to weight out if he should take the risk or not... If this man was able to find his world, he could finally check on it and make sure the King had saved it. That is all he wanted to know... and if so and his servant was still alive or anyone else from his Kingdom, he could surely give Braig what he wanted at his home. Slowly, the royal got up and placed the money for the drinks on the desk, before he gave a long sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. “If you truly are able to find my world and take us there, I will do what I can to give you the safe place you seek in Eos. If you haven't lied to me about your abilities of travel, than this shouldn't be a problem for you, right? You seem very confident of finding it, after all...”His eyes moved around in the tavern, taking in the people that had been looking at them some times. “This place... does not make me feel comfortable, anyway... Not after last night.”, he would say with a rather low tone again to keep this information between the both of them. “You also haven't told me your name. I would at least like to know with who I am gonna travel the stars.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 19:36:48 GMT -5
T H E F R E E S H O O T E R ➳ ➳ ➳
Braig smiled, a genuine expression of gratitude that seemed a little odd on the sniper's face. It faded like a wisp of dew in the summer sun, being quickly replaced by that subtly piecing eye and that sharp, predatory grin.
"A problem? As if!" Braig stated, both a bit too loud and a bit too proud in his own abilities.
"It's not the safest method, per say, but it gets the job done. It's what you would call 'dark magic', but people like you and I should be just fine." The sniper continued, gesturing with his hand. In truth, he hadn't even tried to use the corridors of darkness since he had reawakened. As a Nobody, he had been given some degree of protection against the darkness in between realms, but now that he had a heart all bets were off. Succumbing to his own darkness was a very real threat in there, and Braig was in no hurry to lose his heart again. Now, he could only hope that their apparent familiarity with the darkness would protect them long enough to make it through.
"As for finding it? All I need is something from that world... like this coin." Braig snatches up some of the coins that Ravus had placed on the table. He cocked his head, looking at the Royal with raised brows and a wide smile as he gestured with his fistfull of coins. "Don't worry, your money isn't good in this world, anyway. In fact, I'll be so generous as to even pick up the tab."
With that, the Freeshooter performed his first trick of the night. He had no money of his own, he never did, but it wouldn't be a problem. He tucked his gloved hand underneath the table, hidden so no nosy observer could witness his sleight of hand, and tore open a small rift. Unseen, another small rift tore open in the bottom of the poor bartender's till. With barely a sound, the sniper was able to simply reach in and remove a second fistful of colorful munny. He counted out enough to cover both tabs, added a little extra for a "tip", and proceeded to pocket the remainder. At the end of the night, the bartender would find his till ever so slightly short, but have no idea where it went. Perhaps the old man would even chalk it up to a simple mistake in math. Braig knew he should have felt guilty, especially considering he performed this little sleight in front his new 'friend', but he felt nothing.
Besides, what were any of them going to do? Call the guards?
"I can use this to locate your world while we are in the Corridors. It's complicated, but try to follow along," The sniper turned his attention back to pile of foreign coins. "Objects resonate with their home world. That connection will be enough to lead us back to your home world... wherever that is."
Braig stood, still a bit unsteady from the alcohol, and made his way outside. He motioned for Ravus to follow along, while doing his best not to attract any unneeded attention. Once outside, he rounded a corner and went into the alleyway. Once he found a suitable spot, he stopped. He focused, closing his eye as he tapped down into the source of darkness within, and held out his hand. It was a strange sensation, like he had re-established an old connection, but his eyes narrowed in satisfaction as he observed the object in front of him. A portal, black and bleeding darkness, tore into the air, spiraling and fluxing before stabilizing into a steady form.
"This is called a 'corridor of darkness, alright tiger? Once we're inside, follow my lead and move quickly," Braig's tone was oddly casual considering the dangers that awaited them. Perhaps he should have been more forthcoming with the dangers, but he couldn't afford having the royal back out on him now. After all this, he really didn't want to have to haul the poor guy in at gunpoint. As he stepped in, the familiar, cool aura of darkness chilling his body, he leaned back and added one more thing:
"By the way, the name's Braig... and you better hurry, I can't keep this thing open forever." The name had felt foreign on his tongue, and for a split second he had almost called himself 'Xigbar'. He didn't linger on the thought, as he stepped forward into the abyss. With that, the sniper was gone from view, seemingly swallowed up by the void.
BRAIG EXITS THE THREAD
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2018 12:05:06 GMT -5
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[attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Something about this man still made Ravus uncomfortable, but from the way he was talking it seemed he knew exactly what he was doing. His coins could help him get them to his world? What kind of magic did this man possess to perform a spell so powerful? He may look like a guard, but there was something hidden in this man that even the royal couldn't put a finger on. It showed by the way the man was stealing the money without being noticed and paying with it for their drinks. Normally he would have shaken his head at this and tell Braig to stop, but... he didn't. It is not like that is the first time he had spilled shame on the name of his family.. and it was a sad thought, actually. He followed the man outside without hesitation to go around a corner into an alley where the man seemed to stay to his word and created a portal with the help of the coins he had in his possession. Of course Ravus eyes the portal with distrust at first, but seeing that Braig stepped through first, he had to take the risk now, knowing that it would close again soon. Should Braig try to betray him.. he would cut off his head. Braig was the only path to his home again for now so he would willingly step through, following his orders for now and get through the darkness as fast as possible. He didn't want to know what it could do to him, should he not do as the man said. He stepped through the darkness, the swirling void vanishing like nothing ever happened..
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