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The heat and soft crackling of a nearby fire stirred Violierna from her rest. She was still in her armor, sitting up against a tree with her hood pulled up over her head. The sun had just set, the last rays of light fading from the sky above. Some heavy tromping could be heard coming from behind. A man carrying firewood made himself known to her. As he set down the pile a few feet away, she was almost relieved to find it was just Viizhiar.

“I'm assuming you have questions?” He asked, taking a seat across from her and tossing a couple logs into the fire.

“Where are we?”

“This is the White Forest, not to be confused with the Wight Forest down south. I carried you on my back for several hours while on the road to Havelaan. We're still a day's walk away from the village. From there, we can go to Durq and report in. Don't worry, we're far out of sight of travelers on the road.”

“What happened back there? After the hydra died?”

“It started glowing for some reason, and it's body fired a lightning bolt at you. I collected a few  teeth, some scales, and some blood to confirm our kill. You'd be surprised how much people will pay for just one hydra scale. I got a whole sheet. Safe to say that with the right buyer, we'll be set for a while. And, before you ask, the reason your hood and mask were up is because if somebody were to stumble across camp while I was out, odds are they wouldn't disturb someone in black armor.”

“Uh-huh. I remember you asking me if I could teach you how to make one of these blades?” Violierna asked, picking up Nachttänzer from the forest floor.

“That's right. My lance is just pathetic by comparison,” Viizhiar sighed, staring at the wooden pole to his left, with it's steel tip buried in the ground.

“Each soldier who is undergoing training to serve on the Royal Guard crafts his or her own sword. You saw Nachttänzer in action, and that is not something to be taken lightly. No two Royal Guardsmen's weapons are the same, or even have the same effect. With mine, the detachable blades are only visible when stationary or in contact with another object, as you witnessed. It took over three months to craft and enchant, but my mentor created his blade in about a week.”

“What was the name of his weapon? What did it do?”

“The name of his sword was Urteil. Judgment. I've been told it's abilities are so terrible that such information has been strictly classified, and I have never witnessed the blade in action, myself. The last time I saw that longsword's blade was when he sacrificed himself to protect me from his own men.”

“That takes dedication. I'm sure it wasn't an easy choice.”

“It couldn't have been, but he always knew the score, and he always knew what had to be done, but I can't help but feel that he was finally out-matched.”

“He died doing what he believed to be right. Protecting you.”

“And leaving me to an uncertain future.”

“Well, there's that. So, um, if Urteil means Judgment, what does Nachttänzer mean?”

“Night Dancer. It took me several years to become proficient in it's use. Anyway, you said there was a river nearby? Did you bring any soap or shampoo?”

“Did the hydra's innards really smell that bad?”

“What do you think?”

“Check my knapsack. I think I remembered to grab it.”

“If I find you peeking, I'll make sure you regret it,” Violierna warned, proceeding to dig through the leather bag.

“What, you didn't appreciate my joke, earlier?” Viizhiar asked with a grin, only to receive an unamused glare in response. “Point taken.”



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“Well, aren't you just gorgeous?” A rough voice hissed, receiving only a firm glare from Violierna. “Some kind of elf?”

“You need to work on your stealth skills, thief,” Violierna replied nonchalantly, facing away from the voice. “I heard you coming from fifty meters away.”

“I don't know what you thought I was doing from that far back, but I could come a little closer, if you wanted,” he purred, taking a few steps into the river.

“Are all wanderers such perverts?” Violierna muttered in disgust. “I'm only going to warn you once. Step away now, or...”

“Or what? You're going to suffocate me with your breasts? That wouldn't be a bad way to die, come to think of it.”

“I may not have killed before, but I assure you, I can easily snap your neck,” she growled, turning to face him and covering her chest, with as much of her body as possible turned away from the perverted thief.

“Well, I'm not so much a thief as I am a bandit, but you sure would make a fine prize for my boss. He may even let me be first in line after him!”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

“I'm afraid you don't have much choice,” the bandit said, making a clumsy lunge toward her, which was easily side-stepped, with him falling in the river and being briefly swept down-stream.

“What the hell's going on, here?” Turning around to face the new voice, Viizhiar was gripping his lance, and looked ready to fight.

“Just a bandit,” Violierna replied. “He's currently being washed down the river...”

“I've got the armor! Quit playing in the water and get the girl!” Another bandit shouted as he ran past, holding Violierna's armor and sword.

“I'm on it, I'm on it!” The first bandit replied, getting to his feet and running along the river bank. “Come here, missy!” No sooner had he put his hands on Violierna than his head was resting on his shoulders in an unnatural position, and he fell backward into the river.

“Aren't you going to stop him!?” Violierna shouted.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot,” Viizhiar said, downing a potion, then chasing after the vagabond. Within a matter of seconds, he was ahead of the bandit and twirling around his lance, with it engulfed in arcane fire.

“That's a pretty light show, kid, but we'll be taking this armor and your girlfriend, regardless.”

“You really have no idea just who you're dealing with, do you?”

“No?”

“Viizhiar Qauerous, Söldner. Oh, and don't bother calling on your friend to help. He's been hung out to dry. Well, he'll need to be when we fish him out of the river to loot his body.”

“I've never even heard of you, but I have heard of that little guild of yours. How many members are you down to? Fifteen? Twenty? People are leaving faster than they're joining, and there's nothing you can do about it. Face it, kid, you're in a second-rate guild with no influence that will take practically anyone. Whatever stories you may have heard about the Söldner, I can assure you, are far in the past. The little gathering is in it's death throes, and has basically become a gathering of drunks in it's little gathering hall.”

“Shut up,” Viizhiar growled, the flames enveloping his weapon spreading to his body and turning a deep red.

“Oh, did I say something?” The bandit asked, setting down Violierna's armor and pulling a staff off of his back. “It seems you need to cool off.” Charging up an attack, the ice from the weapon engulfed Viizhiar's body, smothering the flames, and rendering him motionless.

“All talk,” the bandit spat, picking up Violierna's armor and proceeding on his way with it. After passing Viizhiar, the ice coffin shattered, and heat took over the area once again. Dropping the armor, the bandit procured his staff again and fired another spell, only to receive a very hot blade slashing across his arms and chest in multiple places. Trying to block with his staff, it was snapped by the lance like a twig as it disemboweled him, before being spun around one last time and plunged into the vagabond's heart. As the bandit lay dead on the ground, Viizhiar sheathed his lance and gathered Violierna's armor and blade. Nearing the place she was bathing, he placed the apparel and blade on an exposed boulder.

“You alright?” Viizhiar asked after a moment, only to receive a rock to his forehead. “What was that for?”

“For just standing there silently,” Violierna said in a less-than-pleased tone. “I'm almost done, I'll meet you back at camp.” As Viizhiar walked off into the trees and bushes, she took time to digest what she witnessed, and after a few minutes, dried herself off, dressed, and summoned her armor back onto her body. Slinking back into camp, Viizhiar was already face-down on his bed roll, lightly snoring. “He really is not that efficient with his materia, is he?” Preparing her bed roll and lying down, she found it hard to sleep, having watched someone be carved up before they were finally allowed to die.



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“Hey, wake up, Sleeping Beauty. Anyone in there?” Viizhiar asked with a sigh. “I said, wake up!” No sooner had his hand touched her shoulder than he found a fist imbedded in his face. Laying on his back, he moaned in pain as blood ran down his cheeks.

“It seems my dream was a little too real,” Violierna said, casting a healing spell, stopping the bleeding. Viizhiar shot up immediately, rubbing his face.

“What dream!?” He shot. “You were perfectly still!” Instantly, his nose started bleeding again.

“I probably should have used a higher-grade spell,” Violierna muttered, casting another healing spell. When Viizhiar pulled his hands away from his face, he gave the most curious expression. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Do all shadow elves' eyes change color?”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, dispelling the magic.

“Your eyes were gold when you were casting that spell, but now they're blue. Does that happen to everyone in your race?”

“Are you sure that's not just an optical illusion from the spell's aura that was surrounding your body? Sometimes, that happens.”

“I guess that's a possibility. Anyway, since we lost all of our coking pots and utensils when we fell through the ground yesterday, looks like we won't be having any meat until we can buy more from the next town we come to.”

“How did you lose all of the cookware, but none of the rations!?” Violierna shouted, bewildered. Viizhiar almost came up with an answer, but was silenced by a loud growling.

“You're that hungry?”

Constricting her stomach with her arms, she nodded in response. After some minutes, she found two eggs, some fruit, and half of a loaf of bread held out before her.

“Fruit first, then bread, then the eggs,” Viizhiar said, taking a large bite out of an apple. “Just saying. Learn from those who learned the hard way.”



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“Just why are you helping me?” Violierna asked quietly, breaking the silence, walking along the dirt and cobblestone path next to Viizhiar, her hood and mask up. “You do realize what you're doing is basically treason?”

“Hey, didn't you come running up here to escape the wrath of your homicidal fiancee?”

“Well, yes...”

“Then don't you think it'd make more sense to try and help you out instead of outright killing you?”

“Sounds more like you're taking your time handing me over to the authorities.”

“Was I thinking too loud?” Viizhiar asked sarcastically, looking up at the sky, his index finger on his chin.

“Real funny...”

“Hey, check it out,” Viizhiar began, pointing out a rather portly man in a fur suit. “Think that's what caused yesterday's quake?” As he neared the pair, his panicked expression became quite obvious, with tears streaming down his face. “Do you think he'd move faster if he rolled?”

“Hey!” Violierna exclaimed, grabbing the collar of the man's attire. The sudden shift in momentum dragged Violierna face-down into the dirt, where she found the fat man on his back. “Would you mind telling us what it is you're running from? I've never seen a man your size run for that long.”

“Bandits!” The man shouted. “Bandits attacked my caravan and slaughtered my guards! Please, if you are capable, you have to help me!”

“Don't worry about it,” Viizhiar began, first helping Violierna to her feet, with her helping Viizhiar help the merchant to his. “We'll take care of those bandits for you.”

“Oh, no, here they come,” the merchant whimpered. Turning around, a group of six bandits came strolling down the road, appearing rather bored.

“I told you we should have just killed him. What was the point of this? Now, we need to dig two more graves.”

“I thought it'd be funny to watch him roll down the hillside and into the river if he tripped. Besides, you could lose a warhammer in those folds.”

“You thought? You thought!? I'm the one who does the thinking around here, you slug-brained idiot!”

“These are the guys you're running from?” Violierna asked, clearly not impressed. “Stay here, both of you. This won't take too long.” Approaching the group of bandits, one of which was already strangling the one he was arguing with, they turned to face her as she came within just a few yards.

“Look at this little lady,” one chuckled. “You want to bring her back to the boss?”

“Depends on if we can take her alive,” the one who had just strangled one of his comrades sighed. “Hey, wait a minute. I've never seen black armor before. Some kind of assassin? Why's she just standing there?” A spray of blood from four of the bandits around him made him draw his short sword and a round, wooden shield, along with his last remaining friend.

“What's going on?” The last subordinate asked, panicking, scanning the area for archers. “Why are they all dead?”

“You can stop looking around,” Violierna said calmly, standing perfectly still, save for her right arm, which she used to draw a black short sword. “I'm right here.” Flaring her sword down and to the right, the subordinate bandit dropped dead where he stood, with the leader of the group looking around for more unseen attackers, before focusing on Violierna and readying his shield. As she thrust her blade down and forward, the bandit instinctively raised his shield, and felt the impact of multiple objects. Lowering his shield, he noticed what appeared to be four black blade fragments embedded into the shield. Being helplessly dragged forward, the shield detached itself and smacked him in the back of the head, staggering into a short sword that impaled his chest. His body went limp as he slid off of the blade, falling to the ground in a heap. Nachttänzer's weak reformed, and the longsword put back in it's sheathe. “You're no longer in any danger, peddler.”

“Who are you people?” He asked, pointing to Viizhiar and Violierna.

“Mercenaries,” Viizhiar replied. “Need some protection on the road?”

“Name your price.”

“We can discuss the cost of our services when we find your caravan, peddler,” Violierna interrupted. “Just how far did you run?”

….....

“We... finally found it,” the merchant wheezed, marinating in his own sweat and body odor.

“Wow,” Viizhiar began. “You ran all that way and weren't even phased, but now you're out of breath just by walking? Impressive caravan, by the way.”

“Horseless carriages,” Violierna remarked. “Very expensive to produce, but relatively low maintenance. It seems this train is held together by ropes and hinged iron rods. Is everything still accounted for, merchant?”

“It seems so. All four carts are still intact, piled high with goods for the big cities and small villages.”

“What do you sell?” Viizhiar asked, curiosity contorting his face.

“Anything and everything. Look, name your price. I guarantee I will have enough to pay you both after selling off my merchandise.”

“What were you paying them?” Viizhiar asked, gesturing to numerous bodies strewn about the area. “Seriously? Just six guards? For a caravan like this?”

“He's down to two, now.”

“Well, the two of you certainly seem more competent than these fools. So, how about fifteen percent?”

“Sounds like a fair price,” Viizhiar grinned, nodding.

“Excellent. Find a seat somewhere, and let's get going!”

“Not so fast, fat man. Even though I may not be able to bury them, I'm still going to give these guys a proper rest.”

Dragging the bodies of the mercenaries off to the side of the road, Viizhiar laid them out straight, folded their arms over their chests, and placed the hilts of their swords in their hands, weak pointing toward their feet.

“Are you seriously taking their money?” Violierna scolded.

“What? It's not like they're going to be needing it anymore!”

“He has a point,” the merchant sighed. “They're basically forfeiting their pay. It's the way of the wilderness.”

“Can we just go?” Violierna huffed, folding her arms.

“Alright, I'm ready! Keep your greaves on, will you?”

“I had no intention of taking them off, thank you very much.”

“When you two are ready to stop bickering, we can get a move on. I'll be in the box seat.”
“I thought you brought rations with you?” Violierna inquired, fishing a chunk of meat out of the boiling kettle. “And I've been meaning to ask, how did you even transport all this stuff?”

“A zero-dimensional plane one of my contacts prepared for me. You may get to meet her soon enough. Let's just say she's been around for.... quite a long time, and has contacts in some pretty high and low places.”

“Black market dealer?”

“No. She just keeps everyone in line. Besides, while I did bring rations with me, leviathan is better eating. Makes you full longer. Besides, the meats are preserved, and on me, but not with me.”

“Another pocket dimension, I'm assuming?”

“Yes, except.... wait. Something isn't right.”

The kettle's lid danced on the rim, with the large pot slowly lurching over to the edge of the fire pit, where it dumped scalding hot water.

“A quake?” Violierna asked the wind, the shaking steadily growing much more intense, trees swaying, and some large ones toppling over, before the ground opened up between herself and Viizhiar, swallowing them, and the immediate area in one gulp.

Falling through the gradually darkening cavern, flaming logs gradually lagging behind, Violierna felt something wrap itself around her body, before being sent into shock by the sudden impact of cold water, and the already dark world becoming pitch black.



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Gradually coming to, a nearby, very warm fire cracked and hissed, illuminating the walls of a tall cavern, a waning half-moon shining directly into the hole in the ground above, the water only a few feet away shimmering in it's gaze.

“That's right,” Violierna began, quietly. “I fell through the ground during that quake. Viizhiar must have softened the impact on the water, but where's my armor?”

“I removed it so you wouldn't succumb to hypothermia,” Viizhiar said, shyly. “I knew you wouldn't appreciate me removing too much, so I kept it to just your armor and put you as close to the fire as possible without it hurting you.”

“How did we survive?”

“I took most of the impact, and I don't know how, but I was pretty much unharmed from it. You weren't so lucky. You passed out almost as soon as we went under. Your arm didn't fair so well, either.”

Raising her left arm into the light, a bandage was wrapped around the forearm, from the elbow to the wrist, coming together around the flesh between the thumb and index finger.

“This looks more like a wrist cast. Why not use a healing spell?”

“I'm a lot of things, but a healer just isn't one of them.”

“No big deal,” Violierna sighed, conjuring a glowing ball of magic and holding it against her arm. After many slight twinges of pain and a noticeable crack, followed by a greatly suppressed howl, the bandage wrappings were removed effortlessly, her arm and hand bending and twisting as she commanded.

“Look, you're pretty much the only other person I know who seems like they'd understand if I told them something that's been bothering me for the past fourteen years.”

“What could possibly be bothering you for that long?”

“Well, let's just say most people would look at me as if I'd just grown a few extra heads, and I'd be run out of town. You're exiled, and I'm effectively a social outcast hiding in plain sight. I'll just get to the point. My memories... they don't make any sense, whatsoever. I've tried to make sense of them, trace the pieces, but all I end up with is a garbled mess and a headache in the end.”

“What if you just aren't meant to know?”

“Even so, I have to try. I can't go my whole life without making sense of things.”

“You should get some rest. I don't know how long I've been out, but you clearly need sleep. Just give it time. It should come together eventually.”

“I hope you're right,” Viizhiar sighed, laying down on his sleeping mat. She's got problems of her own. I probably shouldn't have bothered her with mine...



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A crack, the sound of grinding, and a crash startled Violierna from her sleep. Looking over to the source of the sound, she noticed Viizhiar standing over what appeared to be a toppled stalagmite.

“Guess I woke you up a little earlier than intended,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “We should get to town so we can report our finding. I'll leave you to yourself.” Walking up the makeshift bridge, he disappeared into an almost round tunnel, slightly taller than himself. Looking up, sunlight shown through the cavern's ceiling, and a large bird circled, before disappearing into the foliage above.

“I just had the strangest sense of déjà vu,” Violierna muttered to herself, stretching her arm out toward her armor and swiping it across her person at chest level. The armor obeyed her command, and wrapped around her as it had been the day before. Chain mail, plate armor, and leather all fell into place, with the pieces buckling and lacing together autonomously. “I will never be able to thank Garndt enough for teaching me that. Always wondered where he learned it... Oh, well.” Venturing up the stalagmite, it teetered slightly from side-to-side, and a slick patch almost caught her out. Taking another step, a piece of the stone slipped away into the subterranean lake, and she fell onto the face of the pillar, instinctively holding on for dear life.

“Do you need some help?” Viizhiar asked, not one yard away. Somehow, he was balancing effortlessly on the stalagmite.

“How do you make this look so easy!?” She pleaded.

“Ten years sure does a lot to you,” he replied, extending his right hand. “Try not to think about it, and just go.” Bringing Violierna to her feet, he strolled back over to the tunnel, and waited as she teetered on the stone, and as it crumbled on the last step, she fell forward into his chest, with him supporting her. “It's like watching a child. Don't worry, you'll get used to it.” If her skin hadn't been as dark as it were, he could have sworn she had blushed as she stood, likely from embarrassment. “Let's see what's on the other side of this tunnel. Might be a way out.”

Heading into the tunnel, Viizhiar conjured a small ball of light as darkness quickly engulfed the pair. Violierna conjured one of her own shortly after, giving some extra light to the already well-lit chamber.

“Are you sure something didn't dig this?” She asked, noting what appeared to be scratches, some deep, some fine, running along the wall and ceiling.

“We're on a slight incline, so an underground current must have carved it out.”

“I don't think river water makes scratches in rock. Look, we need to just find the way out. These lines are making me a little uneasy.”

“You scared of small spaces?”

“No. In case you hadn't noticed, this tunnel is almost perfectly round. I really hope we don't run into a giant snake.”

“What if it's giant rats?”

“I don't know about you, but I don't really fancy being eaten alive. By anything.”

“What if it's by a man?”

“That's cannibalism.”

“Not that kind of eating.”

“You sick, perverted bastard...”

Continuing their trek through the tunnel, it was several minutes before light was visible again. Entering another cavern, it was almost identical to the one they came from, except with a large, crystal stalactite chandelier hanging from the cave ceiling, at least imitating sunlight. Heading down to the lake's shore, many smaller crystals lay in the sand.

“It's... glass,” Viizhiar said, observing one he had picked up. “If it came from up there, then... What could have created this?”

“Actually, it's quartz,” Violierna interrupted. “Glass only occurs when sand is melted, and without proper refinement, never turns out this clear. Don't look at me like that, I live underground! I... used to live underground. Point is, I know the difference between glass and quartz. That, hanging from the ceiling, is white quartz. It appears transparent when it's in small chunks like this...”

“Alright, I get it! It's a rock! Spare me the lecture, will you?” Viizhiar shouted. Looking over into the lake, he noticed a large fin disappear beneath the water's surface. “Stay there. I'm going to see what it is we're dealing with.” Taking a few steps into the water, there was a steep drop-off from where he was standing. Peering down into the abyss, a large, serpentine figure lay curled up at the bottom, but unraveled itself as it quickly approached the surface. Staggering backwards, the serpent broke the surface, revealing white scales, blue eyes that appeared to glow, a forked tongue, at least two rows of sharp teeth, and transparent blue fins on the sides of it's triangular head. It sniffed the air, snarled, and let out a deafening roar. “It... it can't be... the legends...”

“What legends!?”

“That's a hydra. An unstoppable force of might and magic. Nothing gets through those scales.”

“Well, weren't you saying something earlier about how you wanted to kill one to get the attention of some legendary warrior?”

“Yes, but...”

“What changed?” Vilierna asked, drawing her sword. The points doubling back on either side of the longsword detached, split in half, and floated gracefully through the air, causing a severe drop in the sword's overall length. “Don't tell me that after all that talk, you're just going to give up?” Thrusting the point of her sword forward, the four blade fragments obeyed the command, and while they momentarily disappeared, soon reappeared after colliding with the hydra's armor, and deflecting off. Regrouping on either side of Violierna, she sent them out again. This time, they easily penetrated the fins on either side of the hydra's head, cutting one clean off, and damaging the other. Another deafening howl, and the hydra became engulfed in flames. Looking over, Viizhiar had conjured a flame jet and fired it at the monster, but it was being dispersed by it's tough scales. Snarling, the hydra disappeared below the water.

“Is it done?” Viizhiar asked, shaking. “I've expended so much of my materia...” Pulling a vial of clear fluid from his pocket, he downed it immediately.

“I don't think so. It might just be cooling off. Nachttänzer did the most damage, I think.”

“You designed that yourself?” Viizhiar asked, examining his lance. The simple pole weapon was pitiful by comparison.

“Yes. We all do, though I've never seen my mentor's blade in action, I imagine it's much more impressive than my own,” Violierna replied. “Hey, a good warrior does not a fancy sword make. That's what he always said.”

The hydra reappeared out of the depths, and brought it's large head down onto Violierna, who leapt out of the way, only to be caught up by it's tail and knocked into the water, where it scooped her up and swallowed her whole in plain view of Viizhiar. Growling with satisfaction, it turned to face Viizhiar, before letting out yet another deafening howl, this time in pain. The blade fragments of Nachttänzer pressed into it's long neck, only a few feet down from the head. The scales began to crack from the pressure, eventually gave, and the fragments disappeared into the hydra's throat, with it writhing around in unfathomable pain. The fragments reappeared through it's eyes, and it dropped dead on the sandy shore. Grabbing the knuckle from his utility belt, Viizhiar punched through the layers of sharp teeth at the front of the mouth, and found Violierna clawing her way back up with her sword and a dagger.

“Can you teach me how to make one of those?” Viizhiar asked, gaping as Violierna exited the mouth and sheathed her weapon, the fragments rejoining the rest of the blade. “Hey, are hydra supposed to glow?”

Turning around, Violierna looked in time to see a large blast of light that hit her in the chest. Her world spun briefly, and immediately went dark.
Opening her eyes, the ceiling of the room she had slept in previously tilted in and out of focus.

“What happened...?” Violierna muttered to herself, before noticing Erisanwe at the other corner of the room.

“I was wondering when you'd wake up,” Erisanwe said.

“How long was I out?” Violierna asked, before realizing her identity was known.

“You needn't worry. I've known about your identity since you arrived here. I just thought I should tell you personally that since you have expended so much energy dealing with so many threats yesterday, you are extremely lucky to still have a pulse.”

“I guess I should be prepared for the pole weapons and windlicht, then...”

“Uhh, Wind- what?”

“Windlicht are special torches that, instead of turpentine or brandshutz torches, are crafted in the style of a mace or maul, and electrocute anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with it. Very compact, and very deadly, each one carries the same power as a thunderstorm.”

“I see. I've never gotten the chance to study dark or shadow magic in-depth, due to both being banned. So, what is the difference?”

“Perhaps I should start with the basics? Stuff you may already know? A shadow is created when light interacts with a solid object, and darkness is the lack of light altogether. Unlike shadows, darkness is very much infinite, and expands well beyond the stars. Shadow magic is almost exclusively illusion-class magic, while dark magic is extremely powerful and corrupts anyone who dares to wield it. In effect, you can use time as an ally, or a weapon. Time does corrupt, and destroy. Dark magic is the most unpredictable. It will either hinder or assist those who use it, and just as time, it will slowly consume both your mind and body.”

“As if I didn't need any more reasons to avoid it's use. So, if you don't mind me asking, who was the person who taught you your spell and sword techniques? I... got curious and asked Aughan if I could take a look at it. Your longsword is quite beautiful, really.”

“I don't want to talk about it, right now. Not after what I did.”

“What you did was save at least two lives! That's-”

“That's not what I'm talking about, Erisanwe. He's dead.”

“I... I think I see what you mean. I'm sorry about prying. I think I should leave you alone.”

Finding her way out of the tavern, Erisanwe couldn't stop thinking about the conversation.

“What did I ask that was so wrong? Was she talking about the assassin she took down today? I know I felt her presence when she blinked by him and destroyed his dagger...” A static noise and swinging lamps in the distance caught her attention, and it wasn't long before two horses blazed passed, each with a man in leather and steel armor, with a red cape slung over their left shoulders, and large, steel collars protecting their mouths and necks.

“The Praetorian Guard?” Erisanwe asked herself. “What are they in such a hurry for?” Drawing a blank, she was about to return to her home before a significant presence was felt approaching, with a silhouette darting past on horse-back being its source, the pressure of his presence surging through her body, as though it were a river of molten steel, stealing almost all of her energy, and causing her to collapse into the dirt and gravel path.

I... I can't move. Why can't I move?And that man... Who was he? No, what is he?

“Erisanwe?” A nearby voice quietly called out. She couldn't even turn to see who it was. “You're gonna be alright. You're just in a bad state of shock.”

“Au... Aughan?” She barely uttered, trembling.

“I don't know quite who or what that was, but yes, I felt it too.”



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“Hey,” Viizhiar whispered, shaking Violierna by her shoulder. “Sun's coming up. Get yourself ready.”

“Five more minutes,” she said groggily, rolling over.

“I can't tell you how many times this has happened. Someone asks for five more minutes, and it turns into an hour, and we're behind schedule, and we barely beat another squad to the target. One last chance, get up or I'll make you get up.” Answered only by silence, Viizhiar dragged the bed away from the wall, and flipped the straw-filled mattress off the frame, with Violierna hitting the wood floor with a thud, and the mattress flopping on top of her. “Don't say I didn't warn you.”

“Alright, I get it. I'm up. Now, leave,” she said, annoyed, launching Viizhiar through the still-open door with a wind spell, slamming the door behind him as he went crashing into the center room, pots and cutlery being removed violently from their usual places and loudly crashing to the floor.

“I'm fine, I'm okay!” Viizhiar called out, his voice echoing. A loud, metallic clank could be heard immediately after, with him groaning in pain.

“Perhaps I over-did it,” Violierna muttered to herself, changing into some robes nearly identical to the ones she wore yesterday, only with white trim. Exiting the room, she was surprised to find Viizhiar situating the now-messy kitchen as pots and cutlery lay strewn everywhere, occasionally placing a hand over one of his ears and shaking his head. As she approached him, he addressed her silently.

“I wasn't too rough, was I?” She asked, only for him to respond by pointing to his ears and shaking his head. “Oh, something happened and you can't hear right now? Sorry about that.” Pausing, she placed her hands on his ears. “Okay, let me see, here. Technique Seven, Wieder Einzuschalten . That should do it, you should be able to hear, now. Unfortunately, if you find yourself faced against a banshee, I won't be able to fix that, but you should be fine, now. If you can hear me, what happened to you, anyway?”

“After you blasted me through the door with a wind spell?” Viizhiar asked rhetorically, annoyed. “I somehow wound up with a kettle over my head, and a large pot landed on it. I couldn't hear anything over the ringing in my ears. Thanks for fixing that, though. Help me get this place cleaned up some, and we can get your armor and go.”

“If you insist.”

“You know, I'm really glad you made a mess of things by blasting me out the room like that!” Viizhiar shot sarcastically. “Really helping us keep on schedule.”

“If it makes you feel better, you already got a sizable amount of this mess picked up by the time I got dressed, so this shouldn't take too much longer.”

“You two are so cute when you argue,” Viizhiar's sister teased. “You don't have feelings for each other or anything, do you?”

“No such thing!” Both of them shouted, simultaneously.

“You even have the exact same answers at the same time. How adorable.”

“I'm leaving,” Violierna huffed, heading for the door and nearly slamming it behind her.

“Quite the little princess, isn't it?”

“Your teasing didn't help any.”

“So, what happened? You two have a break-up first thing in the morning?”

“Will you quit? She launched me through the kitchen with a wind spell after I forced her to get up.”

“If it's to survive up here for any real length of time, it will need to learn how you operate, and it's prissy attitude won't help it any.”

“She wasn't like this, yesterday.”

“Oh?”

“She seemed timid, almost too scared to move, but when she dealt with that assassin, she was like a completely different person. Focused, precise, and deadly. I wonder who could have possibly trained her when she acts like that?”

“Sometimes, it is easier to train an animal than a soldier.”

“Don't let her hear you. While I don't think she'd do anything serious, it's probably best not to irritate her. She lost someone who was very important to her just the other day, so it would probably be best to allow the wound some time to heal.”

“You know as well as I do that that... thing can't be trusted. You're extremely lucky your head is still attached, if we're being honest.”

“What is it with you? You've never acted like this around anyone else. Why now?”

“What is it with you!? That girl, that monster is the enemy, and you had it healed twice! Why can't you accept the truth, Viizhiar? That thing is a threat to us all, and as a Söldner, it is your duty to eliminate any such threats.”

“My duties include dealing with monsters and beasts, not people, unless proven necessary. I tried to finish the job in Kursk, but I couldn't do it, and now she will live a lonely and torturous existence because I was unable to finish things.”

“Why? Because you think it's pretty or something?”

“It's not that, you idiot! This isn't the first time this has happened. I don't know what it is, but something prevents me from drawing my blade on the innocent. Even if I hold a grudge against someone and want to kill them, I'm unable to draw my blade. But if it's a thief or a bandit, my hands gain a will of their own, and strike before my mind can react. I guess you could call it instinct.”

“You may want to get that 'instinct' of yours checked out, because I swear, I will never forgive you if something happens because you let a monster that should be dead live.”

“Why do you hate her so much, Almedha?”

“I don't hate it, I just don't trust it.”

“Because of you constantly referring to her as a monster and an 'it', that tells me you absolutely hate, loathe, and despise everything about her. I think you're just jealous.”

“Watch your back when you go out on your little job. If you don't return, I won't be sorry.”

“In order for me to value your opinion on my life, I must first care about what you have to say; and frankly, I do not give a damn,” Viizhiar hissed, grabbing his lance and knapsack and slinging them over his shoulders. “Kitchen's clean, for now. I really have some other matters to attend to, so if you'll excuse me, I must be going.”

Heading out the door, it nearly slammed as he closed it behind him.

“I'll never understand you, Viizhiar. I know that reason you gave me was garbage, so why would you really save the life of a complete stranger, a stranger who's also the enemy? I know we may not be blood, but would you not do the same for your own family?” Almedha whispered to the air. “Am I really just jealous? Why would I be?”



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“Every day, this world cracks just a little more. Why does it do this to me?” Viizhiar muttered to the hefty logs in the tavern's wall as he leaned on them, his head pressed against his arm. Sighing, he stood straight and proceeded toward Aughan's shop, where he was met with Violierna in her full armor, but with no markings, excepting the unusual violet metal on the ebony's trim, and a black hood covering her head, with a mask folded down around her neck. Her longsword even shared the same color coordination.

“What are you staring at?” She asked, crossing her arms and leaning to one side. “Never mind, something's happened to Erisanwe. Follow me, quickly.”

Quickening his pace to Aughan's home, he followed Violierna through the front door, and up the stairs to the orc's bedroom, where Erisanwe lay half asleep, clearly drained, but still somehow alert, and Aughan siting in a chair next to the bed.

“What happened to you?” Viizhiar asked.

“Something flew past me last night, following two Praetorian Guardsmen. The aura of materia being generated was extremely dense and heavy, it just felt like I was in a river of molten steel.”

“When was this?” Violierna inquired.

“Not long after I got done speaking with you, why?”

“I can't believe I didn't notice...”

“Materia dissipates quickly,” Aughan informed.

“Aughan and Erisanwe are both sensitive to the flow of materia. How do you think Aughan's steel is at such a high grade? Or how Erisanwe's enchantments and Raetha's potions are so potent? They can practically see the flow of materia in their work.”

“I'm not sure how metalwork fits in the picture,” Violierna pondered.

“Materia isn't just ethereal,” Aughan began. “It comprises most everything in this world, though not everyone can sense it in the forms we deal with. However, if one has enough materia in their body, it can act simultaneously as a shield and a weapon, sometimes stealing the life force of anyone unfortunate enough to come within the field, and also negating any outside attack, physical or magical. However, the density required to do such a thing is unfathomable.”

“Who do you think this person was?” Viizhiar queried.

“I really don't have any idea. I've heard one of the Azhurian generals has unheard-of amounts of materia, but that's just rumors and conjecture,” Aughan answered.

“Erisanwe will be okay though, won't she?” Violierna asked.

“She should be fine. If I can get a potion from Raetha, she should be on her feet today; if not, it could be some time before she's able to walk again.”

“Erisanwe,” Violierna began. “Do you remember anything else about the man who rode past you?”

“I don't really remember much, but I do know enough. The materia coming from him may have been powerful and heavy, but it was unstable, as though he couldn't control it.”

“I see,” Viizhiar began, turning to Violierna. “We should get going. Erisanwe needs her rest, and I'm afraid we've made her talk for too long.”

“That would be best,” Aughan added. “Don't forget; I need a claw and a sample of that carapace, and Raetha needs the poison gland out of the tail. Come to think of it, I would like to see that stinger.”

“Don't worry, I won't forget,” Viizhiar assured Aughan, giving his departing pleasantries, followed by Violierna. Both could be heard heading down the stairs and out the door, then seen making their way toward the main road, and following it to the east.

“Erisanwe, do you think that girl can be trusted? I mean, you do know the rumors, and the stories...”

“The only hostilities I have felt from her were when that assassin made himself known. I suspect you felt how strong the assassin was?”

“That's why I warned Viizhiar to not interfere, but I also knew it would have been a futile effort, as he wasn't just going to stand around and let someone like that have their way. It's usually a no-win situation with that kid. And Uzurol...”

“What happened to him was an unfortunate turn of events. You know, Viizhiar trusts the both of us more than he trusts his own mother and sister. That should tell you something about what goes on behind closed doors.”

“He's not like the other dark elves, either. He seems.... I don't know... tainted; but the girl seems pure.”

“I have noticed. That man I was telling you about? The one who rode by here on horseback, behind those two Praetorian Guardsmen? He shared a similar taint.”

“Even so, you really need to rest, Erisanwe. We have kept you up for far too long. If you need anything, you know where I am.”



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“How long of a walk did you say this is?” Violierna asked, breaking the midday silence.

“About three days. If you're still wondering, you were out for two,” Viizhiar said coolly, before noticing he no longer heard Violierna's foot steps, and drawing his attention behind himself. “You alright back there? Hey, where'd she...”

Two boots planted firmly into his side landed him on the ground and on his back, with one foot being placed on his chest.

“Two days!? I was knocked unconscious for two days? You told me I was out overnight!”

“Just calm down, I didn't do anything!” Viizhiar shouted, bringing his legs under Violierna's arms, and bringing her to the ground, then flipping her over and sitting on her back, pinning her shoulders. “You know, I've been doing this for ten years. I've won fist fights with bears, and ripped the jaws off of crocodiles, but you actually got the jump on me. It would've worked, if you had bothered to get me in the same position you're in. Now, where you are, it is difficult to fight back...”

Before he could even finish his thought, Viizhiar found himself face-down in the dirt, and Violierna on top of him once more.

“If you're wondering what had just happened, I have gained a fair amount of strength and incredible flexibility, having trained under the general of our own royal guard for seventeen years,” she growled. “Now, then. Why did you lie about how long I was out?”

“I never told you how long you were out for! Why are you making things up? Is it because you actually want to have a reason to kill me? Did you lie about being exiled and losing your friend, too!?”

“No, what reason would I have to lie about something like that?”

“Oh, I don't know, to kill someone who's trying to help you?”

“I had no intention to kill you. I needed answers, and for that, I needed to get you alone. If you can't see why, then I pity your small mind.”

“You don't trust me, and in your position, I don't blame you. Now, can you please get off of me? You're heavy!”

“Are you calling me fat!?” Violierna shouted, furious and embarrassed.

“What? No, I- ow!”

….......

“For the last time, I wasn't calling you fat,” Viizhiar sighed, rubbing his lower back as they walked, the sun gradually getting lower. “You're just not a featherweight, is what I'm saying. We've been through this many times in the past couple hours.”

“If your back still hurts, I can fix that,” Violierna offered, conjuring a slightly yellow, glowing ball of magic.

“Don't be using that as an excuse to be getting all touchy-feely,” Viizhiar teased.

“Even after that hit I gave you, you haven't changed a bit. I'm serious, with your back in that state, you won't be much good in a fight. I mean, I got you on the ground. Twice. In two minutes.”

“You've also been trained by your most powerful warrior for... how long did you say? Seventeen years? You have a couple years of experience on me, along with higher-quality training. Must be nice, having access to such skilled fighters to train with on a whim.”

“The man who trained me wasn't really one to just hand out his services as a trainer to anyone. He was a top-of-the-line military officer! Come to think of it, he sometimes went away for weeks at a time...”

“Great, so find him and I can send you on your way.”

“He's dead, you idiot! I told you that the other day!”

“Or not.”

“You really are that immature? Just my luck, that I get stuck with a man-child who can't even hold his own against a guy with some flashy magic and a dagger.”

“He knew I could have easily stopped his blade, and that is exactly what he wanted me to do. His skill with magic was clearly superior to my own, considering how easily he deflected my flame spells. If I had stopped his dagger, that would have put me in range for a frost spell that could have killed me. Oh, and didn't you notice that his dagger also had a frost enchantment on it?”

“To perform the art of Versteckte Klinge requires a lot of energy and concentration. A single mistake could have cost both of us our lives. That's why I didn't pay attention to his enchantments, only to the wards he had placed, and the position of his blade. That's why I struck only before he killed you. Any sooner, and he would have simply used his magic. Any later, and you'd likely be dead. By the way, I had no idea your pyromaniacal martial arts were so weak...”

Instinctively, she put up her buckler as a ball of fire appeared, breaking her guard and knocking her to the ground, the metal becoming quite hot to the touch.

“That was barely even half the power I was attacking him with. If he didn't have those wards, he would have been killed in one, maybe two hits.”

“You're a lot more clever than you let off, I'll give you that.”

“You're not weak, are you?”

“Of course not. Your blow caught me off-guard and I wasn't able to mount a proper defense.”

“I'll let you in on a little something. If you lose just one time, you're dead. That's the way the wilderness works. Kill or die. The weak feed the strong, and the strong hunt each other. That's where people like me come in.”

“It scares me to think there are others just like you in your little guild...”

“Not what I meant,” Viizhiar said, turning back east and proceeding toward the target. “Anyway, anyone who wishes to join the Söldner has to attend Duradiin Academy on Maiso Island, or any other similarly-ranked school.”

“Politics and combat. Something just isn't making sense. So, how did you do at said academy?”

“I didn't even attend.”

“I thought you said it was a requirement?”

“I trained for four years, starting at the age of fifteen. After that, I got in. I was the first one in many years to be granted access into the guild without having to attend such an exclusive academy. I don't really know what they saw in me, but my kill record has slowly increased each year. I'm now one of the first to be selected for missions like this.”

“That's an impressive rise in the ranks.”

“I've asked them to keep my rank relatively low. I can't stand paperwork. Rather be out doing manual labor and killing things.”

The next two days dragged on, the painful silence only being broken by idle chatter, wildlife, and camp fires.

“Honestly, I thought we'd be seeing more action than this,” Violierna groaned, the late morning sun already beating down on them. “When do we get to fight something?”

“Most of the time, we seek out our opponents, such as this contract I've taken up. Other times, the fight comes to us. Everything from bears to bandits might intercept us. Speaking of which, keep your eyes peeled and your ears open. We could come up on our mark at any time.”

“And just what makes you think it's going to even be near a road?”

“You'll hear it. When leviathans mark their territory, they unleash a terrifying howl that can be heard for miles.”

After a brief few seconds of silence, a beast made itself known from the north, unleashing a very distinctive roar.

“Like that?”

“Exactly like that. Let's go,” Viizhiar said, marching into the forest.

Countless minutes passed, the sun lazily trailing across the sky.

“How much farther?” Violierna groaned.

“We've arrived,” Viizhiar stated, fixating his attention on something.

Turning her attention toward the object of interest, the head looked rather familiar. Long horns and a long, toothy snout, but with a gray and brown exoskeleton. Stumbling around through a loose pattern of trees, the creature left large gashes in trees with the talons on it's hands, and dug up large chunks of dirt and grass with it's clawed feet, it's scorpion tail waving unsteady.

“This creature... Is this a leviathan?”

“Yes. I told you, you'd know it when you saw it. Something isn't right, though. I've never seen one act like that, before. See how it's drunkenly stumbling around?”

“Yes?”

“It's not right. I don't know what's going on, but it can't be- hey!”

Standing before the beast, it towered over herself by at least a full meter. Clumsily, it brought down it's heavy hand, which was easily side-stepped and cut off. Howling in pain, it retaliated by launching it's tail forward, shaving a few strands of hair, before the tail suffered the same fate as the arm, and a sword bursting through the armor at the back of it's neck as it let out another howl. Removing the blade, the corpse fell over onto it's side.

“You fool.”

“What? It's dead, isn't it?”

“If it were in it's normal state, you would have been killed, fighting like that. As I was saying, I've never seen one act like this. Drunkenly stumbling around, and covered in what appears to be silk. I hope there aren't any giant spiders around. Don't get me wrong. Your training sounds rather impressive, but you need experience if you're to survive. Why do you feel the need to just rush out into battle? Is it for your late mentor? Regardless of the reason, you can't just attack these things-”

“I can take care of myself in a fight!” Violierna shouted, getting in Viizhiar's face. “I don't need some... some small-time, low-ranking man-child to tell me what  I'm supposedly doing wrong!”

“And just what makes you think you would have been fine!?” Viizhiar roared. “I watched everything as it happened. Your movements were slow and almost as clumsy as the target's! You barely even managed to avoid it's tail!”

“That's because I allowed it to get that close! You don't know how it feels to have everything in your life decided for you, from where you go in town, to how you dress, or have your hair! I wanted to make a statement to myself that if I could just allow myself to come that close to death, then I would be capable of making my own decisions! Be glad you've had that luxury all these years.”

“I think I get what you're saying, but it was still unreasonable and reckless,” Viizhiar said quietly, pausing. “You could have very easily been killed.”

“I'm grateful for your concern, but I already told you. I can handle myself in a fight.”

“Talking is easy enough, but you need to prove that's the case. Now, I believe we had some things to recover for Aughan and Raetha?”

“I'll let you do it. I don't know enough about the anatomy of these things.”

“That's a pretty bad excuse, considering the parts we're gathering.”

“Alright, you've got me,” Violierna sighed, raising the leviathan's head, and Viizhiar removing the poison gland and stinger from the tail. “It's just, I just couldn't help but think. My mentor, one of the most powerful men in all of recorded history, was almost killed by one of these, and he had the head of one mounted on his office wall, only it was all white.”

“Must have been one of the subarctic variety. Their coloration changes depending on what climate they're in. Come to think of it, how long ago were shadow elves last seen up here?”

“About five hundred years ago. Even then, I don't think he was even a thought that long ago. Most of us don't even live to see that age.”

“And just how old would you say he was just by looking at him?”

“In human years, he wouldn't have appeared that much older than myself. Early thirties would have been my guess, but his mentality was always beyond that of his physical appearance. He always had the mentality of some wise, old master, but like I said earlier, he appeared to be quite young.”

“Not that it matters anymore, I guess. Why are we talking about your mentor, in the first place?”

“I guess you could say he was the only real friend I ever had...” Violierna muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. How's that coming along?”

“Almost got a piece of the carapace off, and that's about it,” Viizhiar grunted, prying on the creature's exoskeleton.
  • Mood: Lazy
  • Listening to: Instrumentals
  • Reading: Dhampir
Pillaged from :iconmakotomikami:

1. Do you snore?
Not that I'm aware of.

2. Are you a lover or a fighter?
Can't it be both?

3. What’s your worst fear?
Being eaten alive and then slowly digested, then ending up in Hell.

4. As a kid, where you a lego maniac?
I had Legos as a kid, but I was more into cars.

5. What do you think of “reality” tv?
Not reality, actuality!

6. Do you chew on your straws?
No.

7. Were you a cute baby?
Potato.

8. Is the single life for you?
Might have to be.

9. What color is your keyboard?
Black.

10. Do you sing in the shower?

Do I even remotely look like Weiss Schnee? There's your answer.


11. Have you ever sky-dived before?
No.

12. Any secret talents?
If I have any, kissing ass isn't one.

13. What’s your ideal vacation spot?
No idea.

14. Can you swim?
Yes.

16. Have you seen the movie "Donnie Darko”?
Who?

17. Do you care about the ozone?
According to NASA imaging from 2004, the hole over Antarctica had decreased in size by 44% since observation began in the 1970s.

18. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?

Don't know, don't much care.

19. Can you sing the alphabet backwards?
:iconaintnobodyplz:

20. Have you ever been on an airplane?
On one? No. In one? No.

21. Are you a single child?
No, I have an elder sister who is more successful than I am.

22. Do you prefer electronic or manual pencil sharpeners?
Electronic.

23. What’s your stand on hunting?
I don't have a problem with it. My tool dealer goes for deer every other week during the season for them.

24. Is marriage in your future?
Don't know.

25. Do you like your handwriting?
Eh, could be worse.

26. What are you allergic to?
Bullshit.

27. When was the last time you said 'I love you?'
I don't know.

28. Is Tupac still alive?
Should I care?

29. Do you cry at weddings?
No.

30. How do you like your eggs?
Over medium.

31. Are blondes dumb?
Not always.

32. Where does the other sock end up?
With the other one.

33. What time is it?
As of answering this question, 8:18 PM

34. Do you have a nickname?
No.

35. Is McDonald's disgusting?
Meh.

36. When was the last time you were in a car?
Today.

37. Do you prefer baths or showers?
Showers.

38. Is Santa Claus real?
i3.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/o…

39. Do you like having you neck kissed?
s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/2…

40. Are you afraid of the dark?

Not really.

41. What are you addicted to?

RWBY. Can you tell?

42. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter?
Neither.

43. Can you crack your neck?
Not really.

44. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
If I don't crack my neck, I won't have to.

45. How many times have you brushed your teeth today?
Once. So far.

46. Is drug free the way to be?
I'd rather not be one of the 'Faces of Meth' they show you in high school.

47. Are you a heavy sleeper?
Not sure. I guess it's variable. Some things wake me up more easily than others.

48. What colour are your eyes?
A green ring on the outside of the iris, with a wide amber ring in the middle, and a red, kind of spiky ring in the middle. Yes, I did get bored and look in the mirror that hard. Okay, I didn't have to look too hard. But they look brown.

50. Do you like your life?
Could be better.

51. Who’s better: Stone Cold or The Rock?
Nope.

52. Are you psychic?
:iconnopedotaviplz:

53. Have you read "Catcher in the Rye"?
What's that?

54. Do you play any instruments?
No.

55. Have you ever stolen money?
I have borrowed without asking, before. Years ago.

56. Can you snowboard?
Nope.

57. Do you like camping?
Used to.

58. Do you snort when you laugh?
No.

59. Do you believe in magic?
I wish I could say yes.

60. Are dogs a man’s best friend?
Eh.

61. You believe in divorce?

Can't kill 'em and can't live without 'em.

62. Can you do the moonwalk?
Nope.

63. Do you make a lot of mistakes?
You can't in my line of work.

64. Is it cold outside today?
Kind of chilly. Just another day in Missouri.

65. What was the last thing you ate?
A salad, toasted ravioli, and some cookies.

66. Do you wear nail polish?
Absolutely not.

67. Have you ever been kissed?.

:iconforeveraloneplz:

68. What's the most annoying TV commercial?
This one. It's like they're trying to give you a headache so you'll buy the damn product!


69. Do you shop at American Eagle?
No.

70. Favorite song at the moment?
Vengeful One - Disturbed

71. Do you like your job?
It's not bad.

72. Do you like your classes in school?
I graduated 3 years ago.

73. How do you like your meat cooked?
Medium.

74. Do you like these surveys.
Sometimes.

75. Do you know how to tag three peoples? because he really wanted me to...
:iconwynbird::iconambermm::iconfunkifan:
  • Mood: Lazy
  • Listening to: Instrumentals
  • Reading: Dhampir
Pillaged from :iconmakotomikami:

1. Do you snore?
Not that I'm aware of.

2. Are you a lover or a fighter?
Can't it be both?

3. What’s your worst fear?
Being eaten alive and then slowly digested, then ending up in Hell.

4. As a kid, where you a lego maniac?
I had Legos as a kid, but I was more into cars.

5. What do you think of “reality” tv?
Not reality, actuality!

6. Do you chew on your straws?
No.

7. Were you a cute baby?
Potato.

8. Is the single life for you?
Might have to be.

9. What color is your keyboard?
Black.

10. Do you sing in the shower?

Do I even remotely look like Weiss Schnee? There's your answer.


11. Have you ever sky-dived before?
No.

12. Any secret talents?
If I have any, kissing ass isn't one.

13. What’s your ideal vacation spot?
No idea.

14. Can you swim?
Yes.

16. Have you seen the movie "Donnie Darko”?
Who?

17. Do you care about the ozone?
According to NASA imaging from 2004, the hole over Antarctica had decreased in size by 44% since observation began in the 1970s.

18. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?

Don't know, don't much care.

19. Can you sing the alphabet backwards?
:iconaintnobodyplz:

20. Have you ever been on an airplane?
On one? No. In one? No.

21. Are you a single child?
No, I have an elder sister who is more successful than I am.

22. Do you prefer electronic or manual pencil sharpeners?
Electronic.

23. What’s your stand on hunting?
I don't have a problem with it. My tool dealer goes for deer every other week during the season for them.

24. Is marriage in your future?
Don't know.

25. Do you like your handwriting?
Eh, could be worse.

26. What are you allergic to?
Bullshit.

27. When was the last time you said 'I love you?'
I don't know.

28. Is Tupac still alive?
Should I care?

29. Do you cry at weddings?
No.

30. How do you like your eggs?
Over medium.

31. Are blondes dumb?
Not always.

32. Where does the other sock end up?
With the other one.

33. What time is it?
As of answering this question, 8:18 PM

34. Do you have a nickname?
No.

35. Is McDonald's disgusting?
Meh.

36. When was the last time you were in a car?
Today.

37. Do you prefer baths or showers?
Showers.

38. Is Santa Claus real?
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39. Do you like having you neck kissed?
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40. Are you afraid of the dark?

Not really.

41. What are you addicted to?

RWBY. Can you tell?

42. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter?
Neither.

43. Can you crack your neck?
Not really.

44. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
If I don't crack my neck, I won't have to.

45. How many times have you brushed your teeth today?
Once. So far.

46. Is drug free the way to be?
I'd rather not be one of the 'Faces of Meth' they show you in high school.

47. Are you a heavy sleeper?
Not sure. I guess it's variable. Some things wake me up more easily than others.

48. What colour are your eyes?
A green ring on the outside of the iris, with a wide amber ring in the middle, and a red, kind of spiky ring in the middle. Yes, I did get bored and look in the mirror that hard. Okay, I didn't have to look too hard. But they look brown.

50. Do you like your life?
Could be better.

51. Who’s better: Stone Cold or The Rock?
Nope.

52. Are you psychic?
:iconnopedotaviplz:

53. Have you read "Catcher in the Rye"?
What's that?

54. Do you play any instruments?
No.

55. Have you ever stolen money?
I have borrowed without asking, before. Years ago.

56. Can you snowboard?
Nope.

57. Do you like camping?
Used to.

58. Do you snort when you laugh?
No.

59. Do you believe in magic?
I wish I could say yes.

60. Are dogs a man’s best friend?
Eh.

61. You believe in divorce?

Can't kill 'em and can't live without 'em.

62. Can you do the moonwalk?
Nope.

63. Do you make a lot of mistakes?
You can't in my line of work.

64. Is it cold outside today?
Kind of chilly. Just another day in Missouri.

65. What was the last thing you ate?
A salad, toasted ravioli, and some cookies.

66. Do you wear nail polish?
Absolutely not.

67. Have you ever been kissed?.

:iconforeveraloneplz:

68. What's the most annoying TV commercial?
This one. It's like they're trying to give you a headache so you'll buy the damn product!


69. Do you shop at American Eagle?
No.

70. Favorite song at the moment?
Vengeful One - Disturbed

71. Do you like your job?
It's not bad.

72. Do you like your classes in school?
I graduated 3 years ago.

73. How do you like your meat cooked?
Medium.

74. Do you like these surveys.
Sometimes.

75. Do you know how to tag three peoples? because he really wanted me to...
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RobotCatArt Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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GlassLotuses Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so so so much for the watch!!! :squee: :squee: :squee:
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Alienotic-Freak Featured By Owner May 25, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthday!
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner May 25, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks.
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KreKael Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Keep up the great work!
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'll try.
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Alienotic-Freak Featured By Owner Edited Nov 25, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey man did not talk to you for a while! how are things going?

I am currently sick with bronchitis and a fever
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Things are going pretty well, I'd say.
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Alienotic-Freak Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thats good! :D (Big Grin) 
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LucyJayy Featured By Owner May 25, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthday! Patrick (Cake) [V1] 
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner May 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks.
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deathreborn Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Also -- I think you need the one that does this: i.imgur.com/6jvZ8dD.jpg
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I saw that one in the Steam Workshop. It looks neat, but Hyrule and Tamriel just don't meld together as one would expect.
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deathreborn Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I would love to see a Zelda game with the scope of an Elder Scrolls game. I mean, I LOVE the Zelda games, but the stories are always so linear. I would love some huge side quests other than hunting skulltulas and bizarre masks.
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Even still, it's not very lore-friendly to either series.
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deathreborn Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
How about the mod for Thomas the Tank Engine?
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I've heard of that one, and while it's funny, I find it to be ridiculous.
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jgilronan Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2013  Professional Traditional Artist
thanks
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome.
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GoldenBrownNugget Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST POST ON MY PAGE YOU SON OF A BITCH? >:T

ITS B-L-O-C-K-I-N-G T-I-M-E
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
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GoldenBrownNugget Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Stupidity ever wins
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You aren't exactly winning, you know.
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weirdo-mess Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi, and thanks a lot for faving my DD "Own Space". Much appreciated!

Have a nice day!
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Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome.
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