Art of Sorrow: The Dawning

[Sean]

Most of what i thought Saratoga to be is a complete hoax. Almost as if they were trying to be exploited. But, I know something's up. That self proclaimed 'Constructor' looks over us as if he's our king or something. Psh, he needs someone to stick a foot in his ass. Whatever, I have only three more years on this boring planet. Then, I'll be able to do whatever I want. Yeah, sounds like a plan.

The final bell rang as every student immediately stood up to exit the class room. Dallon took his time packing all of his books into his bag. By the time he finished packing, the instructor of the room approached the youth. With a slight grin, he placed a blue envelope onto Dallon's desk. It had several intricate designs on it and sealed with a gold wax type texture.

"It's from the higher ups," He started. "If you know whats good for you Mr. Reyes, you will take this opportunity."

Dallon lazily looked at the envelope and then to the instructor. His eyes always seemed to be on the brink of tears behind those glasses. Dallon gave off a simple shrug and looked toward the classroom door. Without any hesitation, he stood and headed for the exit. He placed a hand on the knob and reverted back to the instructor.

"I'm only seventeen, I got lots of time to take opportunities. These people can wait."

With that said, Dallon shoved the envelope into his jacket pocket. Walking down the hall was no easy deal either. Getting smug looks from his peers. But that didn't matter, the school was always like that. Middle class kids going to a middle class school was always unfavorable. If it was up to Dallon, he would be several thousand miles away on a completely different planet. Making his way through the town, Dallon finally reached his destination. The Level Elevator. A massive elevator that is used by almost 1.5 million people daily. Although, it only suited around two thousand people at a time.

At least half an our passed since Dallon first approached the elevator. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone. A few touches here and there, finally got Dallon looking for what he wanted. A message stating to meet on level 53. the Training Grounds. From who? Unknown.

"Well, I guess it can't hurt to take a detour."

[Watson]

"Oh please, I have worked so hard for those goods! Please, I simply need that food to eat!" Said an old man, draped in a cloak making his face a bit hard to see. "Yeah, well we need that food to sell, so we can get food that's less crappy than that!" One of the muggers said to him. "Will someone please help out a frail old man?" The man yelled as loud as his ancient voice could go. "What's going on here? Who are you people and what are you doing to this man?" Someone yelled as they rushed into the alley.

It was a man, who looked to be in the mid-thirties. The muggers laughed. "Heh heh... what're you gonna do?" One asked. The man pulled out a small knife. "This!" He charged at them, and swung with great precision, appearing to down all of the men as blood spurted out in great amounts. He walked to the man and gathered the dropped groceries. "Are you okay sir?" He asked. "Yes... but the quetion is, are you?" The old man asked, as in a spit second, wha had formerly appeared to be a hump on his back swung out and revealed itself to be a wooden staff, which was swung with great force and easily knocked the man back. The old man swung his hand up, and threw off the cloak, revealing himself to be a young man, and a good looking one at that.

"Oldest trick in the book... pose as an old man, and catch 'em off guard. I'm surprised someone actually fell for it! It was so obvious I wasn't an old man!" The young man laughed. "But... your comrades... yo let them die just to catch me off guard?" The man asked. "Nah... you missed with every strike." The young man laughed as his accomplises stood up. "But the blood..." One of the young men squeezed a small device, and blood poured out from his clothing. "Fake blood, and a little pump to get it out when I want it out." The young man squeezing the blood pump smiled. All the men now stood, and had drawn shortswords. "But... this is... Aaugh!" The man turned and ran, but one of the men unholstered a gun and shot through his skull, killing him instantly.

"Should've known not to mess with us." The leader said. "But he didn't know it was us... that was the point, remember?" Another said. "Quiet!" The leader yelled as he glared at the one who spoke out, then proceeded to search the body. "Sorry Eon, sheesh!" The young man sighed. "Please, call me Miros." The one known as Miros said. "No way! What's so bad about being named Eon anyways?" The one who kept spoking out asked. "Nothing." Eon kicked the body, then turned and walked off. "Then why do you... Never mind..." The one who continued to speak sighed. Eon could be so annoying... and deadly. He could not forget the latter...


(OOC: Crappy first post, but I'm tired right now.)

[nate_shuuya29]

Haruka Mochizuki was sitting down in class, as the bell rang. He knew that every school in Saratoga would now be getting off, which was cool since it was time to meet at the training ground for a meeting. He smiled, it was a good thing the training ground was big, otherwise he may have been caught. He also had a meeting with another guy to join the club. He had heard about him over the network, a system that let the levels and people communicate. Haru put his notes into his bag and slung it over his shoulders exiting the door.

His teacher stopped him as he left, "Mister Mochizuki, i must speak with you." Haru sighed and stepped back in. The teacher, Ms. Rodriguez, was a short brown skinned woman. She taught english and was very good at it. Haru sat on the desk at the front of the room waiting for the other students to leave. When they did Ms. Rodriguez asked, "So, have you thought about what University you're going to apply to?"

"Not yet Ms. Rodriguez, I might not go to a university." Haru sighed as he knew the rest of the conversation. The end of his senior year was approaching and he had to choose what to do.

"Well, You should decide soon."

"I know Miss Rodriguez, can i go i got some business to take care of." He was annoyed now and his foot was tapping on the ground.

"Of course Mister Mochizuki." She gave him a smile, he knew it was fake, but still smiled back.

Haru left the room and continued to the elevator. He took out his cell phone as he left the school and sent the message to the new recruit. His name was Dallon, and he was supposed to be insanely good. Haru snuck into the elevator, pressing the button for the training room and stood there with a couple hundred other people. He waited as it got closer, and finally got off wen he reached the training level.

He waited by the practice field for sword fights. It was a large grass square surrounded by racks of swords and any melee weapon you could think of. He saw some of the other members of the club watching him while practicing their own skills. He smiled and decided to use Chameleon effect blending into the wall behind him, waiting for Dallon.

[Sean]

It took quite a while for the Level Elevator since it stopped to pick up or drop off several people at every level. Once it was Dallon's turn to exit the platform, a few other people rushed into him as if racing to get to the Grounds. He was slightly irratated then looked at the structure before him. A large dome-like structure, almost reaching the ceiling of the level. And this particular level was built two extra stories higher than the rest. The first story of the dome was used for registration and storage.

Upon approaching the entrance, there were always promotions for some sort of tournament. Though each one had special stipulations. Dallon reached into his pocket and grabbed his cell phone again. Looking at the previous message, he became somewhat suspicious of the whole thing. Though, there were always people on every level seeking to recruit people for their battle teams. Looking around, he did not see anyone necessarily looking for him. Therefore, he delved deeper into the building.

With a simple push of the door, Dallon entered what was supposed to be the busiest of all the entertainment level. And it obviously lived up to that. Several hundred bodies rallied up in the lobby area, waiting to be transported to their desired battlefield. The battlefields ranged from grasslands, to deserts, to oceans, and even wastelands. It was all just mere data to the creators though. As for the people, it felt as real as life itself. Dallon walked pass the registration counter and headed for the locker room. Even in this area, it was pretty crowded. Shouldering his way though the group of men, young boys and even teenagers like himself became annoying after a while. Finally he reached his respective locker. Once there, Dallon unclipped a ring of keys and flipped through each one until he reached a small silver one. Shoving his bag into the locker, Dallon immediately left the crowded room. Although, the message was still kind of suspect since no one had approached him yet.

Just what is this guy up to?

Dallon wandered over to a transporter pod and entered the coordinates for the Practice Field. The transportation only took about ten seconds to initiate, but once there, the wait was worth it. The field was almost as wonderful as he had once imagined the outside world. Or what Altec had looked like before the destruction, as he once learned in his history class. There were already some fighters occupying the field, but it was large enough to fit a thousand times the amount of the ones present. Dallon fixed his eyes on one of the weapons on the nearby wall. All of them were made out of some kind of wooden material. The one Dallon has his interest in was a fairly average sword. Four feet in length and not too heavy. Perfect.

[Ubiquity]

"All these dreams are now starting to mean something, I just know it." Tavish didn't feel like doing anything other than reading the book he was at the moment, but there were other things on his mind. "Cosma?? Just what is that?? Am I supposed to take all these things seriously??" he snickered as he stepped off the elevator, merely a few feet from Dallon as he did so. There had been a lot of people in the elevator at the time, but Tavish wasn't talkative and he didn't really like Dallon as it was, so teh question of making any real kind of conversation was out of the question.

He was on this level of floors before, but he went from one floor to the next as he had something things to take care of before his meeting later on that day. He decided after a few more minutes to follow Dallon do his desired location that just so happened to be the training field. There was only so much to do and say as he walked up behind Dallon and said nothing, only watching him select a really ugly sword.

"Hmm, you again. Last time time I checked you weren't that big on fighting, but maybe I'm wrong about you huh??" Tavish was only expecting a harsh reprove of speech from Dallon after the short and sweet taunt, but then again, maybe he knew better than to do something THAT stupid with Tavish around. Most people did. Even so, Dallon wasn't MOST PEOPLE.

Tavish seriously hated cocky people , and tried not to do anything to get into a situation where he would beat the hell out of one of them, today though, he had an idea, and was just itching to test out something that had been on his mind for months now about both himself, and the inhabitants of Saratoga.

"Cosmavak, Cosmarue, and Cosmareph..." he whispered all three words, not exactly knowing why he was saying them, but for some odd reason feeling immense energies flowing about him, though for teh moment they were invisible to everybody else. At least he hoped they were anyway.....

[Dark Heart 2]

"One... three... seven... oh goody goody, so much more than yesterdays!" Arashi Letum was counting the scraps of food that he found in the trash chute--ones that were edible enough, anyways. All the unwanted materials from the middle and upper classes were tossed down these tubes which lead to many sections of the lower class levels. It wasn't exactly where God left His dinner plate, but Arashi was generally thankful for whatever he got, in his own quirky, happy way of course. Living in the slums of Saratoga was no easy task, even for those that had taken up residence here since the day of their birth, however Arashi had grown quite accustomed to this lowly lifestyle, and as every day that he survived he made sure to be thankful for.

Gathering what he could, he began packing it all into a raggedy leather pouch, when all of a sudden his joyous moment was cut short. "Hey, freak, gimme that."

Turning his head around, Arashi smiled gently, though due to the bandages covering most of his face, except for his left eye, it would be near impossible to tell. "Excuse me, kind sir, but give you what--" The man's fist quickly made acquaintance with Arashi's face, causing him to fall hard to the ground. The attacker merely laughed, moving down to the ground and picking up all of the dropped food.

"Eh, freak, thanks for the buffet!" He examined what had been brought together, merely sighing with humour, "Y'know, I'm a tad disappointed this time around. I'll be expecting quite the full-course when I come to pick up again." Smiling, he began walking away, taking a bit out of the half-rotten apple he had just acquired. His movements were halted, however, as Arashi's hand swiftly grabbed his ankle.

Looking quite pitiful, the bandaged man said with a hush, "It's mine."

The thief attempted to kick off the beaten man's grip, but with no avail. "Hey, freak, let go!"

Again, Arashi spoke those same words, though this time sounding much more firm. "It's... mine."

By this point, the mugger was becoming a little weirded out. "H-hey man, seriously, just let me the hell go! C'mon--"

He cut himself short. He noticed the gaze in Arashi's eye was becoming quite fierce, his grip becoming painfully tight. The next thing that occured startled him: the bandages covering his face began unwravelling, slowly coming off. What lay underneath frightened the man so much, that he let out a cry and dropped all of the stolen goods. Clasping his hands together, the man began begging pathetically, "Look man, I'm so sorry man. Please man, j-j-just l-let me go! I'll bring you some g-great food! Whaddya say, huh?!" Desperation could be heard in the man's pleas, though by this point Arashi wasn't listnening.

Pushing himself up from the ground, a dark aura began covering his entire body. He bore a look on his face, one filled with hatred, malice, pure evil. Grappling the man, he gripped him tightly, screaming into his ear as a few sparks flew from his body. "IT'S MIIIINE!"

A flash of light and the fearful cry of a man could be heard and seen throughout the entire seventh level.

[Sean]

Quietly minding his own business, Dallon grasped the wooden blade from the shelf and took the hilt into his right hand. Just as he thought. It had all the weight distribution that was needed for a proper battle. At least from what he had seen. Being one of the more confident students in his school, Dallon made a lot of friends as well as enemies. Although, the only thing that kept his name going around Saratoga was that his father was one of the men that was killed while trying to escape to the outer region of the tower. Therefore, being somewhat famous, Dallon had taken up a few self defense lessons. But never with any kind of weapon.

Suddenly a familiar voice arose from behind the teenager. Slightly startled, he quickly turned to face the voice. A confused look came over Dallon's face as he tried to make out the figure (not with). He obviously had seen him somewhere before. With someone with an attire as bizarre as this man, it would be pretty difficult to forget the face. But he did not take too long to think that deeply. Dallon struck the grassy earth with the blade and leaned on it with the palm of his hand.

"Hmm, you again. Last time time I checked you weren't that big on fighting, but maybe I'm wrong about you huh??" He spoke.

"Yeah well, that all depends on the last time you checked. Care to find out?" Dallon retorted playfully.

Despite his attitude, Dallon became uneasy about this character. He began to whisper words that were obviously abnormal. Cosmavak, Cosmarue, and Cosmareph. All three seemed to have some special meaning to the man. Perhaps he was conjuring up something, or just trying to freak the youth out. Whatever the case, Dallon now became even more cautious, to the point where he adjusted from his comfortable and back up a few steps toward the field. Things were about to heat up.

[nate_shuuya29]

Haru saw Dallon approach the weapons rack and saw his choice of weapon, "Heh, not bad, but inellegant." Haru whispered to himself. He saw another person come up behind Dallon. He heard the words exchanged as his second in command Derek came walking next to him. Haru warped the space around him and made Derek invisible to, while also making a wall so their voices could not escape, "Holy crap dude, guess we'll get to see his abilities tested." Derek said with an awe in his voice.

Haru just smiled and said, "Looks like it. Maybe we might also get a new recruit, who is this other guy? search the network and get me a name and skill set." Haru saw Derek grab a small laptop from his bag and start typing quickly. "His name is Tavish, and so far his skills are unknown."

Haru smiled wider, "Get ready to post a skill set, looks like we may be finding out."

[Ubiquity]

Tavish looked a bit confused as if he hadn't at heard any of the things that anybody was saying, his head was pounding and something was going on, he looked like there was something about to rip him apart. His skin tensed up, his eyes got all foggy and besides that, his overall person looked to be glowing outright. "Is it like it was in the dream?? Can that even be possible?? I can't deal with all this." His eyes started to water and he dropped to his knees as his headache got much worse than before.

"Wait, what the??" His words came out in a rasp as he once again started seeing stars, like his entire vision he become a sequence of blurred thoughts and images that made next to no sense to him. Something was seriously wrong, but as he sat it seemed that instead of things being wrong, they were just right to him. "You guys need to get away from me before you get hurt, I mean it!!!" The runic tattoos on Tavish glowed violently and then exploded outwards as bands of energy swift y rushed around his body, causing the ground to shake violently as he called out. "Dear God!!! This is it."

It was like a rumbling of epic force, noise so loud that ones ears might give out to the sound that ravaged them from the inside out without so much as stopping for the brain to process what was going on. "Uh??" He was almost instantly snatched into the air and his body writhed in pain as his arms and legs were pulled on by force, he was helpless, just yelling in pain as he couldn't do anything about what was happening to his tired body. The light in the area vanished, only leaving an odd pulsing darkness that stayed for a moment.

Fortinbras materialized and slammed right through Tavish, piercing his abdomen and tearing out his back. The ripping noises of the flesh were downright horrible, and Tavish screamed loud enough to break a rib. while blood splattered everywhere, along with some kind of energy based substance that showered those near. Tavish looked down......

"Please help me." His arms ripped off, causing another scream. Blood dripped from his mouth as he gasped for breath, but still managed to call out the names of the two forces.

He screamed, "Cosmarue" There was an explosion of light, then the rod of essence stabbed through his shoulder. "Shit!!!!"

Next came the other one. "Cosmavak" More blood sprayed from his mouth as he nodded and looked into the air. The other crest of force was in his right shoulder now "Finish the formation and hear my call, I unleash you." Both of Tavish's legs were shredded and ripped from his body as one more force summoned itself. "I can't, damn it. Come Cosmareph."

Blood rained from him at this point as all four three forces consumed him and he cried out in pain so intense that the ground cried with him. Then there was a burst of pressure as a large cocoon surrounded what had been Tavish and intricate lines of magick and essence laced the casing, time slowed as if years were passing, but they were not. Then all at once, the cocoon shattered like it was made of glass and slowly, a creature shifted into view, and at the same time existence. "That is much better." The voice was so different from before, like a song, or a harp driving tones of serenity through the air, but it was definitely Tavish. He looked nothing as he had before, and his beauty surpassed what the mind could handled if not prepped for it. Tavish sat on his haunches and smiled.....

[Sean]

Before Dallon could get any kind of verbal assault going, the man before him immediately broke down to his knees. Dallon stepped forward to reach out to the man, but once he got close enough to read the man's face, the name of this person was suddenly recalled to Dallon's memory: Tavish. Despite his helpful efforts, Tavish gave a powerful warning to take cover. Although, being the just character that he is, only took about ten feet back from the man.

In a matter of moments, all hell seemed to break loose. A noise blared so loud that it indefinitely blew Dallon on his backside. A high frequency ring still lingered in his ears when he looked up to see the display of pure energy. Only seconds had passed since Tavish had all of his limbs torn off and suspended in the air. The scene was so graphic that Dallon hunched over and vomited on the ground below him. Some of it getting on his shoe. Dallon's legs felt like jello was he regained his upright posture. He then wiped his mouth off with the backside of his hand. Although, it was far from the end. A weapon, which seemed like it formed out of pure essence, hailed from the sky and dived into Tavish's body. The sight made Dallon vomit even more. Soon, he fell backward on the brink of fainting.

"What the hell is this?"

Out of nowhere, another weapon rammed into Tavish's body. This did not look good, even to the slightest bit. No, this was blatant torture from some supernatural source. Finally, a third weapon pierced the man's body. He had literally fallen into pieces. Dallon had closed his eyes so tightly that he began to conjure up a headache. Another grand noise hailed from Tavish as if that was the blow that finished him off. And then, Silence. Virtually nothing. It almost seemed as if time stopped. Dallon still had his eyes shut, but then eased up on the tension due to the recent calming. Suddenly, a sound of broken glass hit the earth, and Dallon eyes grew wide as ever. A beast, a malevolent but righteous one at that. Once the beast spoke, Dallon's heart began to pace even faster.

"Fuck this." He managed to ease out.

With that said, he did like any other person would do. Run. Taking off toward the field direction was not the greatest idea, but Dallon had no clue where he was running to. He just needed to get away. Fast. Intense emotions ran through his body as he jetted through tall grass. He would not stop until he had hit the walls of this data space. He was finally so far away from the creature that it became almost apart of the horizon. Dalling flat on his back, Dallon needed some time to catch his breath, or better yet, devise away to get out of this area.

"What kind of sick joke is this anyway? Screw it, man. No more weird-ass messages."

[Ubiquity]

"Fuck this." Dallon then took off running, and Tavish just watched him go. Was there a logical reason for him to follow after the man?? No of course there wasn't. Maybe he was scared, maybe he just was grossed out by what had happened and he needed some fresh air. Either way, Tavish didn't have it in him to care about the situation. He was too wrapped up in what had just happened to him.

"Hmm?? Was that harsh or am I missing something??" Normally when a person asked a question they expected a just answer, but Tavish more or less was being rhetorical in nature when he previously spoke and decided to stand up before doing anything else. His thoughts randomly redirected in the notion of Dallon and how he'd just taken off running into the distance. "That asshole..."

Tavish, now on two legs started to walk towards the spot where his acquaintance had run to like a scared little bitch. After a few meters, walking became a bore, so instead, that movement was replaced by a hovering type of then, with small jets of flames trailing on the ground in Tavish's wake. It was an oddity as nothing was burned or even damaged as he moved, yet those nearby certainly felt every bit of the heat that emanated from the majestic beast in tow.

"I want to know..." So, with out pausing to look at anybody, or turn back to see what might be happening behind him, Tavish had one thing on his mind; and this of course was to reach Dallon, whom upon further inspection was laying sprawled on his back. "Dallon, what the hell did you run for??"

A dumb question no doubt.....

"I mean what the hell, it's not like I was bleeding all over the place and I was blown to bits or some other random shit like that." Too bad that was exactly what had happened and Tavish just had lost the mind set to think of things in that manner. His memory of the incident only consisted of what had happened to his raw essence and not at all the pain that had originated from his body. "You gonna be okay dude?? I know I look different and all, but I'm the same nigga I was like 5 minutes ago right??" His eyes though glowing and white held a desperate plea in them.

"RIGHT!?!?!?"

[nate_shuuya29]

Nataku watched the whole scene from a distance, the new guy being pierced with weapons out of nowhere, and seeming to burst forth and turn into a for legged animal, which to some wa scary, but to others beautiful. He watched Dallon run away i terror, and then saw Tavish sit there confused at first, and then start hovering over to where Dallon was hiding. Nataku glanced down at Derek.

Derek was sitting on the ground holding his vidcam up at where Tavish just was. His mouth open, and his eyes wide with terror. Nataku bet he had pissed his pants to. "Hey, Derek, get the Vid up and put it in the database, i'm going to go and see this guy up close."

Derek looked up in a daze as if he had not realized that Nataku was there. Nataku kicked his knee, it jolted Derek back to reality and he did as he was ordered. Nataku let the invisibilty wrap around him alone now as he walked over to Dallon and Tavish. He smiled as he approached and heard Tavish talking.

"Well, i'd say so, much more beautiful for a male then most, but still the same old guy." He was invisble at first but slowly let down his invisibilty as he finished. Nataku smiled and stepped up to Dallon and said, "I'm the one who sent you the text, nice to meet you. And you to Tavish. Very nice to meet you." He extended his hand to Dallon, shaking his hand then walking over to Tavish and wondering what to shake and said so, "Hmm, how do you greet someone like you, i mean, i can shake your paw, but does that count as a greeting?"

[Ubiquity]

Suddenly, Tavish became very annoyed, he hated being interrupted and this was completely the case. Derek or whatever the hell his name was had rudely come up and began conversing with the two uninvited. This was just the kind of thing that Tavish ended up not wanting to deal with with a lot of the time. Either that, or he was in a really really bad mood after what happened to him. "What did you just say??" He growled and stared at the ground for a few seconds, his head spinning and his eyes turning from a glowing white to an abnormal shade of azure. "Did you just, did you??" His face became one that was consumed with evil, the expression there was only that much more primal than anything he'd ever had on his normal human looking face.

"You will end up dead." Just those words. "I just want to see if you will die or not is all." Tavish breathed out and grabbed his mane, growling louder than he had before. "Let's see, I don't think you will be able to do anything to stop me, but hell I might have fun with this." It would be amazing if Derek actually was able to resist the invisible force that moved him away when Tavish blinked, but he doubted it completely. Dallon would be alright for now, the force only went in one direction the time it got used.

"A staff molded into Tavish's hands before he shot up about 10 feet into the air and pointed it at Dallon. "Heyy watch this!!!" His form shifted around until he was facing Derek. "Are you ready??" Umm duh, a rhetorical question at best. small bubbles of water formed along the edge of Derek's feet, then they expanded, three of them at first but soon 7.

They targeted the arms and legs of said person, floating quickly towards each appendage and then making an unbelievably fast attempt to catch them in place, filling with water and then becoming heavy enough to lock most movement. A large stream of water rumbled towards Derek soon after....."AHAHAHA"

[nate_shuuya29]

Haruka sighed a little exasperated and then smiled. He grabbed a pen from his pocket and used the Aleran Warp to change his pen into his sword. He pushed power into it and a blade appeared. He felt rather than saw the orbs flying toward his body at incredible speeds. They were filled with water and latched onto his body. He could feel one wrap around his head and then cut off the air. He closed his eyes and used Aleran warp to Manipulate the matter around him to create a small bubble of air inside of the orb. He pushed more power into his sword and spun his wrist cutting the bubble. He swung his sword at the bubbles on his feet and legs making them splash and disappear. He then made the bubble of air expand and make the orb of water surround him. He turned off his sword and curled up. He looked forward and saw alot of water coming at him. He closed his eyes and began to draw on the power deep within him.

The incoming stream of water smashed into the bubble sending him flying backwards inside the bubble. He felt the power course through his body, and electricity jump off of his skin. He could feel his hair changing colors, from blonde to black. He could feel his eyes burning as they changed colors. He felt his skin crawl as the dragon tattoo appeared on his arms. When his body stopped changing he spread his body and jumped out of the large stream of water. He breathed and let his barrier down as he stepped out of the way of the stream, expecting to feel more bubbles around him. He looked at Tavish and said, "Dude, stop, what the fuck? I did nothing at all to you, all i want is to talk. Seriously, what is your deal? Calm the hell down, i don't want to fight you."

[Ashes Remnant]

Jericho was simply sitting on the street. People of every size and shape walked past him. In his hands lay his guitar, shining in the lights. No one noticed him at first. Then his fingers started moving across the fretboard. All down the street, people's heads turned. The song he played seem familiar, yet unique. Music that freed the very soul of the people who listened.

Jericho didn't care however. His head was down, and eyes were closed. He could feel the notes leaving his strings. He felt the song more than he felt the concrete beneath him, or the feel of his fingers flying over the frets. He mouthed lyrics to the song as he went along. As the song gradually built up, he was getting audible.

"I'm looking for a life line.. For what seems like a lifetime.."

As Jericho finished the song, people began clapping. This was the first moment he noticed that people were watching. He looked around, surprised by the amount of people gathered. Then, there was the sounds of an obvious fight nearby. Guess he shouldn't have chosen this level to play today. He shrugged, stood, and waded through the crowd. He reached the elevator, and traveled down to the fifth floor. He slowly made his way through the area.

As he entered the alleyway, he noticed steps behind him. He turned to see two men with rather dangerous looking swords in their hands. Jericho dropped his head, and turned back around only to see another three with similar weapons. One from behind spoke up. "Give us the gear, and we might let you live. Might."

Jericho sighed. As the men closed in, he slowly put his fingers to the fretboard once more. He began playing softly. The men all at once sliced downwards at him. Right before their weapons connected with his flesh, a bright green flash appeared around him, knocking them back. One man lost his balance, stumbling to the ground. Another two ran off in fear. The remaining two stood on guard as the fallen one stood back to his feet. Jericho hadn't missed a note. The leader, obviously since he was also the one who spoke up first, yelled in both terror and anger. "What the hell are you?"

Jericho smirked. "You don't need to know." And with that, he struck a chord. A minor to be exact. A blast of energy shot out from his guitar, knocking the men out of the alley, and making rather large bumps in the closest building. Jericho turned, and took the elevator upto the fifty-third floor, not knowing what was transpiring.