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Post by Luka on Jul 11, 2008 22:15:28 GMT -5
The kid huffed, glaring daggers in Saint's direction as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I only wanna show HIM, not YOU!...But if you're reaaaally interested...then ok~!" The massive fluctuating changes in the boy's attitude made any pregnant teenage girl look like the most rational creature in the world.
The boy dropped down then, appearing like he had maybe scraped his knee or something, but it quickly became apparent he was preparing to jump...then he stood up. Glancing behind him, the boy quickly took a few steps backward before bursting into a run. The distance between the roof he stood on and the monster would have been too much for even Leon to jump. But the boy made it almost effortlessly.
He landed with a small "Hut!" on the monster's head. He gazed down the length of the spine to Leon, who he flashed a grin to. "You just better hope you don't die too. If you do I'm gonna be mad."
The boy moved quickly then, scampering like a little monkey to the creature's face. With one hand grasping the edge of an eye socket he leaned forward and pursed his lips, placing a kiss on the beast's forehead. "Goodbye, Mr Beleth...too bad you didn't eat me. Now you're gonna have to die sloooooow..." The corners of his mouth turned down before he made a sad "Bwah, bwah, bwaaaah~"
There might have been a delay of a few seconds but the affects were painfully obvious once they began. Still hanging where he was, the boy watched the spot where he had placed the kiss.
Against the bleached bone a dark spot began to form which quickly spread into something that looked like a bruise, even though one should not have been able to form. Black veins spread over the area that quickly became cracks as the bone began to turn black altogether and crumble. Like some kind of calcium-dissolving disease the mottled patch began to quickly spread. Odd growths twisted thinner pieces of bone until they snapped. Other sections caved in completely. The affected areas were entirely random even though the point of contact was only one small dot on the forehead.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 11, 2008 22:57:34 GMT -5
As he witnessed the cacophony of destruction occur upon what had been a massive Beast that might have taken an hour at most to defeat, fear took control of an unseen face. Just what the heck was going on here?! Who was this kid?! But the more pressing issue was how to get off of the Behemoth without serious injury. So in deciding it was better than death, the White Figure started sliding down the spine while hopping over any patches of black.
Why?
Some basic instinct within his psyche, almost like a voice from someone else screamed that to touch it would mean his peril. For if it could destroy bone, he definately did not need to touch it at all. Mostly since he had a skeletal structure of his own to protect. Little did he realize that he was actually dealing with a walking plague. One being that could destroy any form of life at all with but a single touch from bare flesh. That thought alone made one shiver in fear, though the White Figure would not know all of that information.
Instead, with the skill he showed while descending Beleth's body in such a hurry might actually push the boundary of someone believing he was a human being. But it was true that Leon himself was a completely human specimen from a physical standpoint. Not a single doubt would exist in anyone's mind about that at all. Just ask Dr. Kauffman. Or don't. . . since Saint ha never actually encountered such a physician in his entire life.
*Thud*
He landed on his feet, before ruinning toward his motorcycle from the toppling behemoth. The man was trying to hide something which had caused his stoic mask to shatter under a general concern for his own safety. In his opinion it was much better to make the other two believe he was running from a decomposing mass rather than the two of them. Upon reaching the White Motorcycle, he stopped tot turn and watch the final moments of Beleth's final destruction in death.
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Post by Luka on Jul 12, 2008 1:24:19 GMT -5
The boy laughed as he stood on the head of the crumbling monster Beleth, his laugh so pure and carefree that it could have come from any young child. Except for the difference here was that he was standing on something he was killing by just being in mere contact with it. His medium-length black hair blew away from his face with the breeze caused by standing at such a height. Even though the death-throes of the conquored beast were likely louder, for some reason that peal of laughter pierced the air, reaching the ears of those nearby clearer than anything else. Maybe it was his call. His call to power and his call to proclaim himself for who he was. For what he was.
The bell that called to attention the arrival of the Horseman Plague.
The young man in black down below continued his journey leaping over the obstacles in the way. In a short amount of time, even shorter than it took for Leon to reach the beast himself, the young man was where the child himself had leapt onto his prey. Without needing the extra aid a running start would provide he crouched momentarily before springing. He landed next to the boy, reaching out to wrap an arm around his young charge before springing away once more. The invisible force of his movements caused a large crack to appear down the skull of Beleth, snapping the beast's neck back sharply. He landed back on the roof, the cement cracking beneath his weight.
The boy clung to his 'nanny' before letting go once they reached solid ground. The pair stood above the Saint now. The young man in the black uniform of the Rosencreutz Orden standing aloof, staring off into the distance as if lost in thought. The young boy in casual clothes standing next to him gazed down at Saint with sharp black eyes, a friendly smile still plastered on his pale face. The toes peeking out from his sandals wriggled happily as he raised a hand in a short wave.
"Good." he said quietly, his voice clear and just as sharp, carrying over the wind that suddenly swept over the area. "You didn't die. I'm not mad."
"Damage Report, my Lord."
"Oh!" the boy said, looking up at his watchdog. "I'm fine, Tres...but it looks like our new friend isn't." He turned his head to look over at what remained of Beleth.
By now the groans and roars had ceased. What remained standing now was a tottering mass of something that looked extremely painful. Femurs and other long bones were twisted as if by the hands of God. Other larger bones with more surface area were filled with cracks and holes like it had been eaten through by something small and ravenous. Joints looked like dried clay and crumbled away like sandstone as the wind struck it. The boy looked upon the pitiful thing with a look of pure pleasure, his lips twisting into a grin before he pursed his lips together once more. Leaning forward and raising one hand he blew Beleth a kiss, blinking casually as he watched the giant skeleton collapse in on itself, falling to the ground and shattering apart like a sand sculpture.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 12, 2008 7:53:31 GMT -5
Perhaps if nothing else but to prove he had not been awed speechless by the events that took place before hidden blue eyes, the young man talked. He offered a small and humble commendation for defeating such a monster with so little effort. Now he wondered if it was a time to leave this place with his life intact or to remain. Luckily his helmet kept out much of the dust in the air. . .which he stayed out of range of anyway.
To witness the Demon Banshee King, if the title had been true, to be dfeated by what had appeared as just a child stayed beyond him. It was like the boy could inspire disease or decay or even both in it's prey. Even a relatively powerful old Vampire like Olrox would have likely fallen. Makai might even meet his match against this walking disease husk of a creature. Such a cruel joke to hide that kind of monster in the body of a young man.
Could staying for a brief chat with this seemingly psychotic kid be a better idea? Why even think that at all? To behave as one normally would toward someone who had just killed a huge monster might be considered less suspicious. Leon had no desire to be followed by either of these people who obviously were not human beings at all. Such a sight might actually make him show his face to the Inquisition again, just to mention these people who set off the suspic-o-meter worse than a guy who wore other people's skin.
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Post by Luka on Jul 12, 2008 22:42:09 GMT -5
The boy turned back to Saint, smiling cheerfully. "Oh, it was no problem at all..." He strolled forward then, hands clasped behind his back. His form disappeared, only for him to re-appear directly in front of the man. He leaned forward, eyebrows wriggling playfully. "So what did you think? Did you like it? Perfect 10? Weren't you scared, climbing that big thing? I was pretty scared at first, but you did a good job!"
The boy grinned and raised a hand, "High five!"
Meanwhile the young man in black remained where he was, his head turning slightly so that the boy was in visual range. ". . ." During the entire time he hadn't broken a sweat or even stumbled. His expression remained cool and his voice almost deadpan. Either he was totally hardcore or totally psycho, just in a better concealed way than most.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 13:30:22 GMT -5
To have the kid just suddenly appear in front of him made Leon wonder if he could teleport or was merely just that fast. After all the Blonde knew himself to be human, for the most part. Every once in a while the Count's words would come up in the back of his mind to haunt him. But why? Katherine had been the one doing all the work in both encounter's except when Saint had shot the Vampire with his special trademark of bullet. Not that any of it mattered now, as he kept his helmet on for some unknown reason.
"I've had expierence in taking down a monster that size before, so it's not really something to high-five over. But yeah you did a terrific job. Perfect ten. What's your name anyway? I don't think you want me to keep calling you kid."
His voice maintained a level tone, not entirely stoic but certainly overwhelmingly calm. It meant he was either really messed up in the head or an incredibly good actor. More than likely Saint utilized it for the purpose of avoiding any physical contact with a being who literally had the 'kiss of death'. Not a thing about him inside or out seemed afraid of either of them. Only a scent or aura of slight awe was about him, which anyone would find understandable in the current situation.
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 13:37:58 GMT -5
The child seemed somewhat miffed that the man didn't accept his warm gesture. What, did he think he had GERMS or something!?
The corners of the boy's mouth went down as he crossed his arms tightly. "M-my name is Th-Theodore."
He was silent for a few moments before what seemed to be his natural curiousity got the better of him. "You mean you've taken down things like that before? Woooow!" His dark eyes widened, "So what was it like!? What did they look like!? What did it feel like!?"
He had completely failed to ask in return what the man's name was. By now though, the boy's companion arrived to stand a few feet away. What was visible of his face past the visor shades still remained deep in thought.
". . ."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 14:01:57 GMT -5
He didn't THINK. . .he knew this boy must be MADE of them. And perhaps he felt as if lady luck had chosen to smile upon him by having the boy be overcome with curiosity. Once he had likely committed it to memory the man spoke as if re-calling something that had happened a few months ago.
"Well the last time, he was about the same height. . . but he looked more like a giant lizard than anything. Plus he had tough scaley skin and flesh. Oddly enough he could control all sorts of insects that worked against me and the other Hunter I was with. He could also create fire and these ominous looking cylinders of purple light."
Leon spoke truthfully, telling Theodore only about the theatrics he had been awake or half-awake to see during the battle. The Blonde also was trying to avoid any names since one of these two might use it against him later on somehow. As far as the Blonde knew, Olrox was still alive in the world somewhere and likely plotting against the Belmonts. Perhaps the hardest part for him at all was to recall what sorts of emotions had tried to surface during the battle which he had beaten back down.
"It was a very different expierence than this one though since the battle lasted longer. We didn't have someone of your caliber to take care of him so readily. There were a couple parts that seemed to be cutting it close when he had knocked out my partner for a short time."
It started getting to the point he couldn't remember a whole lot.
"And then shortly after he even managed to knock me unconscious for a bit. But when I woke up my partner had everything under control again. Probably the only reason I'm standing here right now at this very moment. And that was that."
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 14:28:11 GMT -5
"Wow, really!? That sounds pretty neat..." he muttered quietly, a thoughtful expression on his face. He rubbed his chin, making all kinds of hmmms.
"Well I guess you're a lot more awesome than I thought you were!...High-five!"
WOULD IT WORK!?
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 14:45:44 GMT -5
Well at least he was wearing special gloves, if that meant anything.
". . .Sure, why not."
Leon extended his hand for an 'up-high' , silently praying in his mind that this would not be the end of him. What an embarassing way to kick the bucket to be certain. As though while in the process of kicking the bucket it caught his foot and caused him to trip & fall into a glittery pink bear trap. Except this one involved catching a disease that was like the black plague without its ADHD medication.
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 17:24:00 GMT -5
"Nah-hah! Fooled you!" the boy cheered as he dove forward for a hug, wrapping his arms around the man's waist. "High-fives are sooo over now, didn't you know that!?"
No doubt by now the boy's high, quick laughter was slowed down to the rate of maple syrup moving over a plate of frozen pancakes. Slowed down in the scary way things slowed down when your adrenaline pumps up and your soul prepares to leave your body.
Theodore clung to Leon for a second before pulling away and skipping back a few steps. He grinned at the Saint, snickering.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 17:43:19 GMT -5
"You're a hug-thief."
Leon replied after the boy backed away with his grinning snicker, his voice somehow keeping up the serene tone. It was quite the feat considering his suspicions after watching Beleth go down so quickly. The way he spoke conveyed some type of humor that likely came as a small requirement in all humans, even him. He almost wanted to ask exactly how it was even possible, but then thought better of it in the end.
Pristine blue eyes would likely be visible through the helmet visor if the Horseman had inhuman enough eyesight. Theodore would be unable to see if his actions had earned him the tiniest of smiles behind that motorcycle helmet though. Saint was likely silently relived to find that his white clothing had not started to blacken with decay or any such thing like that.
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 18:46:32 GMT -5
"Yeah, I am!" he replied cheerfully.
If anyone even noticed, the young man standing behind Teo had snapped his head in the boy's direction when he hugged Leon. When the man came out unscathed, undiseased or otherwise ALIVE, it was then he spoke.
"Requesting personal informati--"
"Oh just ask him his name already! Stop making things sound so serious!"
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 19:39:24 GMT -5
"Leonardo. Unless you need a last name too?"
A moment passed.
"And what might his name be?"
The Motorcyclist asked with a vague undertone of curiousity which had its reasons for appearing. One of them being the fact that this guardian of the boy had been carrying a rather serious payload of weaponry. Moreso that even Saint had a habit for getting his hands on, since it would put him on the radar. For those reasons, the gears in his head had turned, pointing him in a direction that said these two had some serious funding backing their actions.
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 19:54:20 GMT -5
"Please input a surname--"
"His name is Tres Iqus. If you want to give him a codename, call him Nanny!" The kid cut in. "And don't worry about the way he talks, he's just weird like that. Pretty soon I expect him to start talking about John Connor or something."
The kid stood up stock-straight, forcing his face to look mean and serious. "WHERE IS SARAH CONNOR?"
Tres turned his head slowly then, as if going along with what the boy was talking about. "Negative. 'Sarah Connor' is not a valid target and thereby irrelevant to our mission."
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