30th Of Summer
513 AV
Past Nightfall, Around The 20th Bell
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It was a cold night for it to be summer, most people would expect it to be warm and humid, if not warm ten at least humid, but K wasn't complaining. It wasn't noisy as the city was when it thrived in the day, it was nice and quiet to where once could hear themselves think, just the way it should be at times. The waves crashing to the port, it was beautiful, because the silence played it's very serenade to those that were lucky enough to find a quiet place. At the far end of the docks, one would find a simple boy, although he himself believed he was not. A boy of vast self respect, he believed he was someone, but for tonight he wanted to just believe he was average. Although this was hard to do, and this was what infuriated him, he was here to reflect. To reflect what happened a while back, and how he allowed himself to be tossed into the water. Yes, last season wasn't forgotten, it was far from it. So here sat K, the far end of the docks, right on the edge. Earlier he had ingested the warp pill, and at first it seemed to not be working, and he instantly blamed Paul for faulty drugs. But perhaps he needed to give it more time.
His body sitting parallel the waves, his back against a post, he was reflecting. His right leg extended, his left leg bent, his left arm resting atop it while his right was preoccupied by what he was smoking. A makeshift cigarette, skinny and poorly rolled, filled with a small sample of tobacco. He had three, two left if you took away the one already lit, and he was slowly enjoying it. His hand hanging off the dock, swaying and teasing the waves, only being raised for another inhaling, he seemed to be casually relaxing. But once again, he was reflecting, For some reason, he was all alone, mentally. As if Shin and Kise were gone, he didn't question the miracle, he just ignored it. "Kisetukai Yamehaka..." He spoke out loud softly, the silence shattering and then reforming, he wasn't quite sure what to say, he just was saying it.
He wore his elegant yet casual clothing, black cargo shorts, black v neck, black silk scarf, black cloak with a hood (that covered the upper half of his face), but the hood was down. Black low tops and black knuckless gloves to finish it off, it was a good outfit to others, but simple for him. He tried not to look to mysterious, but his scarf wouldn't stop flying back to save his life, alas he gave up. After all he wasn't here for looks, or to please anyone, well anyone besides himself. His face held a distinct yet natural face, it was a soft stare into the horizon as he dared to think about what was out there, his eyes low from the natural sedative of calmness. "What exactly is out there? Is there anything that... I'm missing?" He said softly, his voice low with crispy bass, he was still maturing. Right now he was just coming to get a grip, talking to himself briskly, this was a happy pastime. "It's ok... I'll find out soon enough, one day... Soon... I hope." He said as he brought his his smoke back up to his lips, inhaling smoothly as the crisp tobacco told him to stop, his hand dropping down lifelessly. He flicked his index finger a bit, dropping ash into the water, as he began to ponder once more. "These docks, travelers from all over the world come here... To our magnificent city to buy and sell goods, to soak in the peace and civilization we thrive to protect. But where do they come from? Where do they call home?" He stopped speaking, a small grin forming on his face as a chuckle forced it's way out.
The drug was finally taking effect, it probably had already taken effect, it's just that by this Ike he finally noticed it. The waves seemed more calming, the nighttime critters playing their songs with the wind, it was peace at it's finest. A quick glance up at the moon showed that the clouds had passed, it was a full moon graced by a contrasting sky speckled with bright stars. He was thinking about everything, and everything was coming into question, his mind was processing everything quickly. Looking back into the horizon, he could feel something, like a calling to go out and explore, would his city miss him? He enjoyed living in Syliras yes, it was his pride and joy, it was his home. But would anyone miss him? Apparently he was some bad guy, and apparently he didn't want friends... Or at least that's what he told himself. But he did have friends, he was getting a whole bunch of friends, and that wasn't good. It was a no no, and if the K in the past could see exactly what future K was saying and thinking, he would have a few choice words.
Smoke slowly exited his nose, flying past his face in the direction that was blowing his scarf, it seemed that the wind had it's own objective tonight. The waters ever so calmed down, even though this was not the case during the day, it seemed the moon god had his way with the tides. He was definitely a romancer if he could quiet the waters like this, a god that was a romancer, now that was something. K knew of only a few gods, and had actually prayed to a few of them, yes he had favorites. Sylir kept him sane, and even though the old god was indeed dead, he prayed to him. He prayed to him without relent because that dead god kept him straight, and without someone to vent to who wouldn't judge and just listen, he was able to find release. He was able to calmly commit his sins to peace. Yes, a very protector of peace had disturbed it a many times, but he was ok with that. He wad ok with admitting he had wronged the world, because he found even the smallest little infraction of peace to be a crime to the world, it was just how he was raised.
Then their was Ivak, a god he prayed to for the power to protect what he loved, but he himself still didn't know what exactly that was. Perhaps that was the reason his prayers were never answered, perhaps that was why he was still alone, because he didn't love anything. He loved Akilia... As much as he hated to admit it, he loved the hell out of that little girl, and for some strange reason felt compelled to give his life for her's in a heartbeat. But that was it, nobody else had that love that she had, nobody he could think of. Next was Viratas, lord of blood and heritage, this was actually funny. Being a human, K knew not of heritage or culture, he only knew of being a human. A human's main goal processed from birth is surviving, the other stuff are acquired skills. With that being said why did he pray to this god... Because of the blood. Kise was a hemophobe, so having a fear of blood made battle difficult, and he grew scared of fighting for a bit. If it wasn't for prayers to the blood god, Kise would be a sitting duck, for one knew a prayer to Viratas could prevent bloodshed. So that was that. Of course these were mere prayers with nothing behind them, Sylir was the only one, who got true worship. Because peace was the main import and export, one should always strive to obtain it.
Soon, it was almost time to leave, with K's smoke burning out. He took another one out of his pocket, licking the sides to pack it a bit more firmly with a sloppy touch up, bringing the fresh and burning papers together. Inhaling on the new one, the papers quickly caught in the flame, igniting the tip. He blew out the flame, tossing his old cig into the water, leaving the new one in it's place dangling off the docks. "Cheap paper... Good tobacco I guess." He said softly, smoke slowly leaking out of his mouth as he leaned back onto a post, he was growing tired. Thinking about what he was going to do tomorrow never happened, for now this moment was life, and that's all that mattered. Then he heard something, a voice of a female, a female he remembered on the spot. It was firm and tough, yet light like any woman you would want around, bottom-line eerie and poisonous. It was accompanied by steps, until the steps stopped and a shadow was casted over the boy, as he turned his head to see the owner.
"Can I join you, son?"
Mom.
513 AV
Past Nightfall, Around The 20th Bell
____________________________\\\
It was a cold night for it to be summer, most people would expect it to be warm and humid, if not warm ten at least humid, but K wasn't complaining. It wasn't noisy as the city was when it thrived in the day, it was nice and quiet to where once could hear themselves think, just the way it should be at times. The waves crashing to the port, it was beautiful, because the silence played it's very serenade to those that were lucky enough to find a quiet place. At the far end of the docks, one would find a simple boy, although he himself believed he was not. A boy of vast self respect, he believed he was someone, but for tonight he wanted to just believe he was average. Although this was hard to do, and this was what infuriated him, he was here to reflect. To reflect what happened a while back, and how he allowed himself to be tossed into the water. Yes, last season wasn't forgotten, it was far from it. So here sat K, the far end of the docks, right on the edge. Earlier he had ingested the warp pill, and at first it seemed to not be working, and he instantly blamed Paul for faulty drugs. But perhaps he needed to give it more time.
His body sitting parallel the waves, his back against a post, he was reflecting. His right leg extended, his left leg bent, his left arm resting atop it while his right was preoccupied by what he was smoking. A makeshift cigarette, skinny and poorly rolled, filled with a small sample of tobacco. He had three, two left if you took away the one already lit, and he was slowly enjoying it. His hand hanging off the dock, swaying and teasing the waves, only being raised for another inhaling, he seemed to be casually relaxing. But once again, he was reflecting, For some reason, he was all alone, mentally. As if Shin and Kise were gone, he didn't question the miracle, he just ignored it. "Kisetukai Yamehaka..." He spoke out loud softly, the silence shattering and then reforming, he wasn't quite sure what to say, he just was saying it.
He wore his elegant yet casual clothing, black cargo shorts, black v neck, black silk scarf, black cloak with a hood (that covered the upper half of his face), but the hood was down. Black low tops and black knuckless gloves to finish it off, it was a good outfit to others, but simple for him. He tried not to look to mysterious, but his scarf wouldn't stop flying back to save his life, alas he gave up. After all he wasn't here for looks, or to please anyone, well anyone besides himself. His face held a distinct yet natural face, it was a soft stare into the horizon as he dared to think about what was out there, his eyes low from the natural sedative of calmness. "What exactly is out there? Is there anything that... I'm missing?" He said softly, his voice low with crispy bass, he was still maturing. Right now he was just coming to get a grip, talking to himself briskly, this was a happy pastime. "It's ok... I'll find out soon enough, one day... Soon... I hope." He said as he brought his his smoke back up to his lips, inhaling smoothly as the crisp tobacco told him to stop, his hand dropping down lifelessly. He flicked his index finger a bit, dropping ash into the water, as he began to ponder once more. "These docks, travelers from all over the world come here... To our magnificent city to buy and sell goods, to soak in the peace and civilization we thrive to protect. But where do they come from? Where do they call home?" He stopped speaking, a small grin forming on his face as a chuckle forced it's way out.
The drug was finally taking effect, it probably had already taken effect, it's just that by this Ike he finally noticed it. The waves seemed more calming, the nighttime critters playing their songs with the wind, it was peace at it's finest. A quick glance up at the moon showed that the clouds had passed, it was a full moon graced by a contrasting sky speckled with bright stars. He was thinking about everything, and everything was coming into question, his mind was processing everything quickly. Looking back into the horizon, he could feel something, like a calling to go out and explore, would his city miss him? He enjoyed living in Syliras yes, it was his pride and joy, it was his home. But would anyone miss him? Apparently he was some bad guy, and apparently he didn't want friends... Or at least that's what he told himself. But he did have friends, he was getting a whole bunch of friends, and that wasn't good. It was a no no, and if the K in the past could see exactly what future K was saying and thinking, he would have a few choice words.
Smoke slowly exited his nose, flying past his face in the direction that was blowing his scarf, it seemed that the wind had it's own objective tonight. The waters ever so calmed down, even though this was not the case during the day, it seemed the moon god had his way with the tides. He was definitely a romancer if he could quiet the waters like this, a god that was a romancer, now that was something. K knew of only a few gods, and had actually prayed to a few of them, yes he had favorites. Sylir kept him sane, and even though the old god was indeed dead, he prayed to him. He prayed to him without relent because that dead god kept him straight, and without someone to vent to who wouldn't judge and just listen, he was able to find release. He was able to calmly commit his sins to peace. Yes, a very protector of peace had disturbed it a many times, but he was ok with that. He wad ok with admitting he had wronged the world, because he found even the smallest little infraction of peace to be a crime to the world, it was just how he was raised.
Then their was Ivak, a god he prayed to for the power to protect what he loved, but he himself still didn't know what exactly that was. Perhaps that was the reason his prayers were never answered, perhaps that was why he was still alone, because he didn't love anything. He loved Akilia... As much as he hated to admit it, he loved the hell out of that little girl, and for some strange reason felt compelled to give his life for her's in a heartbeat. But that was it, nobody else had that love that she had, nobody he could think of. Next was Viratas, lord of blood and heritage, this was actually funny. Being a human, K knew not of heritage or culture, he only knew of being a human. A human's main goal processed from birth is surviving, the other stuff are acquired skills. With that being said why did he pray to this god... Because of the blood. Kise was a hemophobe, so having a fear of blood made battle difficult, and he grew scared of fighting for a bit. If it wasn't for prayers to the blood god, Kise would be a sitting duck, for one knew a prayer to Viratas could prevent bloodshed. So that was that. Of course these were mere prayers with nothing behind them, Sylir was the only one, who got true worship. Because peace was the main import and export, one should always strive to obtain it.
Soon, it was almost time to leave, with K's smoke burning out. He took another one out of his pocket, licking the sides to pack it a bit more firmly with a sloppy touch up, bringing the fresh and burning papers together. Inhaling on the new one, the papers quickly caught in the flame, igniting the tip. He blew out the flame, tossing his old cig into the water, leaving the new one in it's place dangling off the docks. "Cheap paper... Good tobacco I guess." He said softly, smoke slowly leaking out of his mouth as he leaned back onto a post, he was growing tired. Thinking about what he was going to do tomorrow never happened, for now this moment was life, and that's all that mattered. Then he heard something, a voice of a female, a female he remembered on the spot. It was firm and tough, yet light like any woman you would want around, bottom-line eerie and poisonous. It was accompanied by steps, until the steps stopped and a shadow was casted over the boy, as he turned his head to see the owner.
"Can I join you, son?"
Mom.
