[IC] The Rebirth of Firehawk and Xikari Chan.

[Firehawk]

Various vapors of different colors (Ranging from bright yellow to the darkest shades of black) drifted lazily around the room, obscuring everything from sight and also severely damaging most of the furniture in the room. Initially, he would have been delighted at the results of the experiments perhaps even ecstatic. However, Lord Xander had other feelings at the moment. He felt his fingers rubbing him temples as he paced in a square around the table holding the vials, the clever little vials. “How, how in all hell could I forget to open the windows every single god damn time?” The words barely escaped from his mouth as the front door was slammed into the wall.

The fumes originally trapped inside the room were now rushing to escape, slightly due to their increased buoyancy levels from the added Eyir Wing. The result was a hazy room and two slightly annoyed males.

He winced at the audible crack in the dry wall before deciding perhaps it would be best to pay more attention to the source of his now damaged wall. Standing in the door way was a tall man, perhaps maybe twenty of age with short blonde hair albeit slightly beginning to bald. (A pity really, at such a young age.) However, the man was built like a warrior with lean slabs of muscle rippling metaphorically underneath his rough spun tunic. A few daggers were strapped to his belt, more for appearance than practicality in this part of town. In the hands of this young man was a bag.

Xander sighed deeply, the pain in his temples increasing and distracting him even more. “Zultiffitor’s horn, do you realize how much that’s going to cost me? I just had the entire wall replaced last week from the last shitty experiment I did.”

The young man laughed, “It’s not my fault you drunkenly convinced yourself that bakeless muffins was a fantastic idea. However, on a slightly more serious note I have stol- er… “Acquired” the … Shit, I have no idea what it’s called, but I have it here.” He nodded his head in a general capacity towards the bag. Or sack, or maybe it’s a pouch.

Xander beckoned for the sack and the young man threw it to him. He let it fall to the floor and frowned. “Can you just give me the fucking bag? For Christ’s sake you don’t know what it’s called or what it is but you know it’s for alchemy and you THROW it!”

He waited for a few seconds until he was sure that the man was not going to try again and picked it up himself. He untied the pouch and upended the contents onto the nearest table. “You know what? I don’t even care, you can find another buyer for anything else you happen to er… Acquire, as you like to call it. Get out of my house.”

The man stood there also now frowning, “Not until I’m paid.” He positioned himself to block the entire doorway and crossed his arms in an act of defiance.

Xander literally smacked his fist onto the table letting the rage flow out of him, “Consider it payment for the wall you destroyed.”

Once again the man stood still, the tension growing as he plucked one of the knives of his belt and began to twirl it. “You will pay me or I will take it back, find another buyer and at the same time end your pitiful existence then I will take my lady friends to buy dinner as we celebrate your death.”

Xander sneered at the knife and walked over to his bed.

He briefly stared into the mirror, noting his black hair and stubble. His eyes flared a bright red mirroring his emotions; he was well built for a practitioner of the dark arts. While he wasn’t as built as the man behind him, he was still quite fit and very handsome for his occupation. He was perhaps 5’11 now, it had been a while since he last checked but he had grown well since his rebirth. On his shoulder were the remnants of a scar, one that followed him no matter the body. It resembled the claws of a hawk, the sigil of his mentor and of course his brand. He pushed his black bangs out of his eyes and combed it neatly to the side.

He began to strip, pulling off the chemically stained smock and the undershirt behind it. In return, he pulled on a white tunic. He carefully smoothed it down and then pulled on a black cowl/coat combo.

The thick shadowy fabric was custom made and obscured most of his body features from sight. He began to gently flex his fingers beneath it. He let a grin show on his face as he turned back towards the man. “I have fantastic news Thief, I no longer have need of your services nor your goods. Why this is fantastic news I have no idea, but you will not be alive to care.” He paused for a moment mid-step, “No wait, shit I’m supposed to think of something more clever.

He flexed his fingers to their full range underneath the cloak and dispersed them in a wide array. From each finger came a bolt of shadow that travelled faster than any arrow, (Flowing through the fabric of the cloak, as it is both made of the same energy so they work essentially like a power bottleneck, open the valve and it flows through.) each spun wildly before converging into a spiral bolt of energy that pierced the man’s chest ripping through the fine muscles and rendering them obsolete. Next came the blood as the bolt dispersed inside of the man, breaking into tiny needles that shredded through anything that remained after the initial bolt.

The man collapsed to the floor in a growing pool of blood, dead on impact and most certainly humiliated as the dagger he had been twirling was lodged in his own body.

The young (Albeit old in the sense of his occupation considering rebirths and all that) Necromancer smiled beneath the cowl of his cloak and rummaged through the room for the necessities he would need before his departure from the city. He would regret not being able to visit the famed brothels, but it would be something he’d have to live with.

He whistled as he left towards the city’s way gates, the vial from the bag clutched tightly in his fist. His next location was that of the most magically advanced place in the world, the realm of Irakix. He would need quite a few souls for his pet project to be finished. Powerful ones…

[StarBoi]

A heavy smell of mulberry pie filled the air; the smell was almost thick enough to be a visible vapor floating around. It was rather distracting, making him unconsciously think of a happier time in his life. With a drawn out sigh, Phoenix Seraph pulled his pillow from under his head and used it to block out the smell from his nose. There were things in the world that he simply did not want to remember, it hurt too much. Following the dense scent, that had been slowly tainting the air in his room for hours; a hefty sounding fist pounded on his door and began to yell. Phoenix groaned from under the pillow, “not now, Meredith.” He muttered just loud enough for her to hear him.

Outside his door, he knew the old hag who ran the inn he was staying at was waiting for him to get up and leave the vicinity. He didn’t want too, he had stayed up late the night before practicing a new spell he had just learned and it had drained him.

The young mage jumped as the flimsy wooden door was thrown open and there stood the middle-aged woman who owned the Moonrise Inn. Her grayed-brown hair was up in a messy bun and her faded pink homely-looking dress was covered in baking powder. This woman was tall, taller than Phoenix with broad shoulders and thick arms. Anyone could tell at first glance that she was foreign. “Phoenix, where have you hidden my apron this time? I want you out, young man”

Phoenix’s brows knitted together as he tried desperately to remember if it was in fact him who had taken Meredith’s apron again. His eyes scanned the floor rapidly as if it held the answers he was searching for. “I… I um, don’t know, you could have just misplaced it” He looked up at her innocently with a smile, rising out of bed as to not seem rude. “I’m sorry, maybe I can help you find it?” The mage offered.

Meredith glared at him with piercing blue eyes, “I thought I had lost it, which is why I was baking without it, then I remembered that little vermin of yours loves to steal my things, if it wasn’t you this time, it had to be him” This time it was her who looked around the room, peering at every corner to try and find Phoenix’s beloved pet ferret.
“Artemis?” After thinking about it for a moment, Phoenix chuckled a little and turned to kneel before the bed. He peeked beneath the sturdy wooden bed he had been awoken from and sure enough, there was Artemis, his pure white ferret, curled up in a ball on top of Meredith’s apron. With a smile he exclaimed, “Artemis! You scoundrel you! How could you take dear Meredith’s apron?”

Tiredly, the small ferret looked up at Phoenix that mirrored his master’s, pure black. Before Phoenix could demand he give it back, Meredith stomped over to the bed and stood behind the mage. “Get my apron back from the vermin!!” It was somewhat obvious that she was afraid of Artemis or she’d get it herself.

He was already reaching his arm under the bed to retrieve the stolen apron, “right, I’m on it”. Artemis scurried to the corner of the bed, allowing his master to take his nest away. “Thanks, buddy” he whispered. “Got it” When he pulled the apron out from under the bed and stood up there were visible claw marks right in the center of the thick material. “Great…” Phoenix turned on his heels, he had to crane his neck upwards to see Meredith’s face clearly. “Here you go, oh right, and my fee for the past couple of nights”

Phoenix dug through the pockets of his pants hurriedly trying to find enough coins to satisfy the enraged woman who was only growing more upset with every passing minute. He took all the contents of his pockets and handed them to her. “I’ll just be heading out now, sorry about your apron” Smiling sweetly he snatched up his boots, gauntlet and belt, attempting to put them on as he hopped on one foot toward the doorway.

“This isn’t enough for the trouble you’ve caused me, what with your fire tricks two nights ago and last night I heard you chanting, all night, it kept me up, and my apron that you kept taking. It’s ruined now, my only apron” She was watching him rush around to get his things and leave.

“But you said you wanted me out” Phoenix stopped and stared at the woman. “You’ll have to forgive me, miss, I really don’t mind to rush out like this without paying in full, but you did say you wanted me out and I don’t want to impose any longer… Artemis it’s time to leave” Artemis ran out from under the bed and hurried up Phoenix’s leg all the way up to his shoulder. With a deep breath Phoenix reached for a pouch at his belt, pulling out a single card with archaic symbols on both sides. He closed his eyes, holding the card close to his chest. When he opened his eyes again they had a yellow, flame-like glow to them. ((Like Black Rock Shooter I guess)). “Indespectus” The word came out as just a whispered but it echoed through both their ears as if he had had said it normally.

The middle-aged woman was unsure what he was doing, what spell was the young mage going to cast, was he going to hurt her? In the blink of an eye, Phoenix and his companion had vanished.

A minute had passed, outside the inn Phoenix stood with his arms up in a stretching position. He ran his fingers through his thick blond hair to make it return to its original spiky ways. “Ugh… Now where am I going to sleep?” Behind him he heard the voice of Meredith shouting his name, “Whoops better get out of here, eh Artemis?” He pet his friend lightly on the head and bent over to pick up his sword. “Can’t believe I almost forgot this, let’s go, before she gets the authorities after us”

He ran as fast as he could toward the only place he knew to go, town square, where he could blend in among all the odd balls that wandered around or hurried about, depending on who they were. Artemis dove into Phoenix’s shirt so he wouldn’t be lost in the running. “So, when we get to the center of town, we should probably get food, you have to be just as hungry as I am. Or maybe that’s just me…”

Upon arriving in town he had to sit and catch his breath, the smell of fresh baked bread caught his attention so he ducked into a local bakery and attempted to buy a bit of food.
“Wait, what?! I could’ve sworn I had at least… Right… I gave it all to Meredith” His stomach growled pitifully. “Never mind than” Phoenix hung his head and walked toward the exit. He felt a familiar, painful pinch on his chest. “Ow, what?” He asked his friend who was still hiding in his shirt. Artemis crawled out and sat on his master’s shoulder, Phoenix followed Artemis’s beady little gaze to where a few officials were walking around asking groups of townsfolk questions.

“Damn… We’re screwed; I’m not a criminal… Well, guess there is only one way out of this, right?” He looked up, the sun was directly above town square, there was no hiding in the shadows. I’ll have to make a run for it. In the center of town square stood the way gate that he had to get too, the one that led to the realm of Irakix, the most magically advanced place in the world. In his way there were far too many people to count. Phoenix took off toward the way gate.

Here goes nothing.