Elysium

The heavy rain kept most inside, but the sound of it falling to the ground made it difficult for most to sleep. The lights of Elysium shined brightly in the moonless night, projecting a constant light across the city. Most residents hadn't truly adjusted to sleeping with so much light shining in through their window, but they were the ones who decided to move to the city when it was completed two years ago. Its the perfect city to get lost in. But, of course if someone wants to find you and will stop at nothing to do it, there isn't anywhere on this planet you can hide. Which is why so many of them have fallen. What started at as a hundred, is now in the borderline of extinction. By seeking solace int he lights of Elysium, many Keepers cornered themselves allowing their enemy to cut them down. Over the last month, ten Keepers have died and their Murai along with them within the city limits. This has drawn the attention of the others, who with each death sense the loss of their once great civilization. So, they move toward whatever end awaits them, maybe even finding the others as well.

The sound of metal clashing could be heard throughout the entire street. The late night and sound of the rain masked it from would be curious folk. Jax landed on the roof top, panting heavily with his sword gripped firm in his right hand. His eyes widened as he quickly turned around to see a dark, shrouded figure standing on the wall of the next building over. "How are you doing that?" Jax scowled at the figure. Without receiving an answer, he was attacked again. A black chain emerged from the figure every time it attacked. The chain was hot to the touch. Jax found this out first hand, evident by the burn marks on his left hand. That was the turning point in the fight. Up until then, Jax was able to hold the sword with both hands, but now he can only use his right. The figure was basically playing with him at this point, and Jax knew it. The chain wrapped around Jax's sword and pulled it out of his hands and onto the street below. Jax backed up to the wall and stared down the figure as it approached. The chain followed on the ground behind the figure, grinding across the cold concrete. Jax sighed and scratched his head. "I hoped I wouldn't of had to use it." The figure stopped its approach, obviously confused by what Jax had said.

"My abilities, I don't like using them. But, with the way things are going now... Path of the Beasts." At that moment, three gold orbs appeared on the ground, from them formed a snake and two wild dogs. Without hesitation they attacked the figure, but were quickly defeated with one swing of the chain. When it turned back to Jax, he was no long there. It ran to the ledge to see Jax standing with his sword in hand. He smiled as he opened his left hand to reveal the burns had healed. "Path of Demons..." The figure jumped down onto the street, whipping the chain at Jax's sword. The same as before, it wrapped around, but this time no matter how hard the figure pulled it would not release. The sword was surrounded in a Golden Flame, Jax smirking at his opponent. With one hard pull from Jax, the figure came hurdling toward him. Swinging his body around, he planted a hard kick on the side of the figure, sending it flying down the street.

The figure stood to its feet. Jax approached it slowly and methodically, reflecting the movements of the figure if only to mock it. Jax heard a whisper from under the shroud of the enemy. "Oh, so you can speak?" Jax lifted his sword as the figure back tracked, he smiled as he speed up to appear behind the figure. "This is it!" As he pulled his sword down toward the figure, he felt his body get heavy. Panic overcame his body and he couldn't move. He turned to see another figure, this one almost overpowering in its presence. Jax tried to speak, but couldn't. The enemy removed a small blade from its shroud and thrust it into Jax's stomach. Removing it almost immediately, Jax was released from his panic and fear, falling to the ground on his hands and knee. the figures both stood over him, each raising their weapon to deliver the final blow. As the two came down, they could hear the faint word "Beasts" come from Jax's mouth. Like a wave, dozens of crows emerged from Jax's body, attacking the two figures. They swarmed over the two, creating a wall between them and Jax. One of the figures whispered again, only this time many chains appeared around them,smashing the crows quickly without much trouble. They knew Jax used this to flee, and of course they were right. He was no longer there, disappearing into the Elysium night. Accepting that he was long gone, the two left the area, no signs of a battle transpiring remained.

Jax was coughing up blood as he walked down the alley. The wound was taking way too long to heal. What usually took about twenty minutes was now taking over an hour. His sword disappeared from his hand and the earring on his left ear returned. "Who were those guys?" Jax asked as he fell to the ground. I don't know... They could be forms of the Black. agents sent ahead to assess the strength of the Murai. Jax crawled to the wall and sat up against it, taking heavy breaths. "Once I heal, whenever that is, we're going into hiding for awhile. Alright? Umbra?" there was a silence, followed by a vision of Umbra simply nodding as she disappeared from Jax's view, likely to let him rest. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily, eventually falling to sleep right there in the rain.

As Talon leaned against the gray, dirty wall of the abandoned factory, he couldn't help but wonder; what will death be like?

"Come on! We're not going to die Talon, just listen to me, and we'll be fine." Said the little voice in his head, who called herself Glaciesque.

"Really? That's what you said last time! Look where we ended up!" He replied. "It's all part of my plan..." Said the Murai. "Just look peek around the corner and see where he is." Talon obliged, and stuck his head millimeters past the gray wall. His gaze was met with a black chain, which shot at an unreal speed at his face, just barely missing, as he quickly brought his head back. "He's coming this way!" Talon's heart was beating a million miles a minute, as he gripped his weapon, a short spear with a razor sharp blade in his hand, and felt the soft patter of the rain coming through the holes in ceiling, dampening his hair. "Wait a minute..." said Glacie, "I've got an idea Talon, but you have to trust me." Talon could hear the footsteps of the large black creature that had chased him in to the factory, Black something or rather, as Glacie had called it, and decided that anything was better than standing here and getting slaughtered. Glacie quickly explained the plan to Talon, and he obliged, running around the corner to temporarily confront the creature.

"Hey!" Talon yelled at the creature. His action was once again met with a large chain that was shot at him from the black shape. He ducked under it and jumped to the left, Throwing his spear at the monster. It hit, and the creature screeched as it tried to pull the weapon out. "A cold wind blows!" Talon yelled, and instantly the temperature dropped, and ice formed around the weapon's blade, as it froze to the creature. "Yes!" Talon yelled, as he mentally high-fived himself. It was premature, however, as the Ice started to sizzle and melt, the creature burning it away with the chains. Brashly, Talon charged the creature, and using his improved acrobatic skills, jumped over the creature, pulling the blade out, and ran down the hallway, heading toward the exit. The creature, apparently not very hurt from Talon's previous attack, followed him.

As he headed out into the rain, the creature yelled something, and shot a chain at Talon, which wrapped around his ankle, burning it, and tripping him. The creature retracted the chain and slowly walked toward him. "Talon! Get up!" Glacie urged him, but talon merely crawled a few feet, and slumped against the wall "Talon" She yelled again, but it was too late, the creature was closing in, and Talon and Glacie would soon be dead, snuffed out like a candle flame. "Talon! Get up! He's going to kill us!" The Murai screamed. Talon simply lay there, the rain soaking his body, the creature's, and the world around him. Talon's eyes flashed a brilliant blue, as the creature froze in place, the moisture from the rain turning into ice. Talon got up and ran, not stopping for anything, as he desperately hoped the ice would last long enough for him to escape, and discourage the figure from following. After a while of running, and no sightings of the creature, he deemed himself safe, for now at least.

"Don't EVER do that to me again!" Glacie chided Talon, mentally kicking him in the groin. "I'm sorry!" He said. "I needed to concentrate on making the ice." As Talon rounded the corner, he noticed a boy slumped up against the wall. He seemed to be injured, and sleeping. Talon crouched near the boy, and shook his shoulder. "Hey, buddy, you alright?"

Sora stood on the rooftop of his apartment building. The rain had long since soaked him through, but he didn't care. He was focusing on the sound his boomerang made as it disappeared into the storm. It was like it was fizzing as it flew through the air, cutting itself a path away from, then back to, Sora.

Trying to escape the dreams?

The Murai in his head made her presence known. I have seen what you see in them...I must admit, I was shocked the first time, but now it doesn't effect me as much... "Lucky you..." He knew that she wasn't bragging or even close to that, just that she was stating facts. But how she said it struck an odd chord with Sora, because of how...trapped he felt by the memories and dreams that plagued him. He extended his arm and caught the boomerang as it "fizzed" it's way back through the night. Letting his arm drop to his side, he let out a sigh. Allowing the weapon to change back into his ring, he began to walk towards the stairs. On his way there however, Sora heard a quiet rattle, and some fizzing. Raising his left hand in front of his face, he seen a black chain wrap around his wrist, burning as it did.

Thankfully, Sora had began to condition himself for endurance. Ignoring the searing pain, he grabbed the chain, and pulled as hard as he could. When he did, he seen a black figure jerk forward, but not very far. The downside of focusing on endurance, he was still more or less "human" in everything else. Now it was the figure's turn, drawing a knife, the creature gave a yank on the chain. Sora planted his feet as best he could, but it was difficult, with the pain flooding his mind. Summoning his weapon, he decided that enough was enough. Throwing it with as much strength as possible, Sora aimed for where the arm that the chain started. In order to avoid the attack, the figure dropped the chain hold he had on Sora, who quickly seized the opportunity to create some distance between him and his assailant. This plan was quickly abandoned when another chain was shot at him. Dropping to his knees to avoid it, Sora slid across the rainy rooftop. Stopping at the edge, he was thankful for guardrails. Standing again, he called his weapon back to his hand, which obliged. He had a plan. A fairly risky plan, but a plan none the less.

Lacking a weapon that could be used to kill someone in one quick attack (at least with his skill level) he planned to kill the thing with it's own knife. You're insane! We can argue that later... Once again she was simply stating facts.

He waited. The rain was lashing around them as the figure and himself faced off. Eventually, a chain was once again launched at Sora, who dodged only slightly, and began to rush the source. He threw the boomerang ahead of him to act as a distraction. Seeing that he was moving to close range, it drew it's knife once again. As the 'rang made it's way back to him, he caught it. Folding it in half, he swung it and hit the creature on the head. Spinning around it's back, he grabbed the knife hand, brought it back towards himself. The knife should have found the creature's chest. Instead, the blade found the entity's other arm, which came across it's body at the last moment. Releasing itself his grip, the thing drove it's elbow back into Sora's chest. However, it was wounded, and wouldn't last should the fight continue.

"For now..." Sora heard, almost like another voice in his head. And with that the creature more or less vanished, it's sudden fast movement and shrouded appearance working well with the atmosphere of the city.

Sora slowly started to pant. He hadn't realised how exhausted he was. Looking to his left hand, he seen the burn mark that the chain had left, as well as the line of burned skin from where he had gripped it. Suddenly his bright idea didn't feel too bright...

You should get back inside...Get some rest... "Yeah..."

Moving towards the stairs again, he kept an eye out for anything else that seemed like it wanted to kill him. Luckily, nothing did. He went back inside, to his apartment. Peeling off his wet jumper and t-shirt, he got a towel and dried his upper body and hair, before letting a sigh escape as he sat down on the edge of his bed. This was all he needed...More chaos before the start of college. He just hoped that they knew discretion and didn't try and kill him (for whatever reason) when he was in class...Odd priorities... "Be quiet..." He said aloud, before flopping back onto his bed and letting himself drift into an uneasy sleep...

I'm so Boored..., Miko thought to herself, pulling on the sleeves of the dress she wore. One she had been forced to wear, a stupidly frilly thing with a petticoat and so many ribbons that it made her look like a doll. Like one of those Victorian dolls with the curly hair and scary, perfect faces.
She felt like a doll. One that was kept in a box and only brought out to show off with.
I know how you feel, Miko. When will this end?, Rukio asked, making Miko smirk. At least she had someone to talk to, even if it was inside her own head technically. The Murai mentally returned the smirk, having much the same personality as her Keeper.
Miko watched as her younger sister, the eight-year-old Leia, floated around the room after their mother. The one who forced her into this humiliating dress. Miko would rather have her shorts any day. But that wasn't an option right now. Not while her mother was busy being a 'high society' socialite. How did her father put up with this? Then again, he was just as bad, only caring about the family's reputation. It was frustrating. Not that anyone besides Miko thought so. They were all the same, the rest of her family and their friends. Only caring about themselves.
Not for a long time, Rukio..., she replied, sighing. Her mother heard the sigh, and looked her way, with a glare that said 'don't you dare embarrass me'.

Rolling her eyes, Miko left the room, and sat down in the dining room. She was crumpling the dress with the action, but she didn't care. She didn't care about any of this, this pretending. The life of a rich girl wasn't for her at all.

Kroy stood in front of his Murai, Fuuenken in the grassy hill, Fuuenken having his two guns at hand, Kroy only had his gloves he had blood over his body and burnt cloths, " You have improved Kroy, your not that little boy I saw in the streets crying his eyes out for mommy." Fuuenken said as his guns glowed a red as he fed Storm flames into the guns. " Heh and I have only you to thank for that you thought me how to fight Fuuenken." Kroy replied and flames(Normal) appeared on his hands they grew more intense, Fuuenken raised one of his guns and pointed it at Kroy; as they where to clash their attacks, Kroy awakened from his meditation, sensing a ominous presence, he looked around the feeling was very far from where he was. Did you feel it to, Fuuenken said in his thoughts, Kroy simply nodded.

Kroy stood up from the building he was on, a three story warehouse , he looked around noticing the rain falling on his head, Kroy was soaked, it had began raining?... Kroy thought, We should find cover Fuuenken said. Kroy nodded once again, and jumped down the warehouse, he liberated normal flames from his hands to propels himself upwards a bit to fall to a gentle tap; Kroy then made his way to a small abandoned shop, heres fine Kroy thought and grabbed his wet cloths, he huffed air and then steam erupted from him, he used fire to dry his cloths. he sat down on a chair that was conveniently there and waited....

"Calm down Jonathan!"

Jonathan jumped and nearly ruined what he had been working so hard on.
"Don't do that!" There was silence. He sighed and continued with his work. The red trail following his hand looked oddly like blood and with his long sleeved top on it would look like he were actually writing in his own blood. Taking he step back, Jonathan felt even happier. His eyes scanned the painting and then he picked up another brush with shaking hands and spread a subtle wash of blue over the scene. His mind was focused only on the artwork before him. Nothing else mattered. Nothing could hurt him. Nothing...

His hand began to arc more and more as he applied the paint. As he had improved his speed mostly, the brush strokes were also getting faster and faster. As he applied his final mark on the painting his hand struck the one of the many tables holding his paints, brushes and water jars. The table wobbled dangerously and, instinctively, he shouted to the empty room:
"Annie, I need you!" At the same the he unleashed his weapons and threw out his hands towards the table's contents and flicked his fingers out. The table's contents began their fatal drop but froze half way down. Jonathan stared down at the water and paints suspended in the air.

Quickly he rushed down and seized a water jar, knowing that this mesmerizing effect would not last much longer.
"Hurry Jonathan, there's not much time. You really should be more careful in future..."
"Shut up!" He scooped up the frozen (as in time-ish not ice) water and replaced the paint in their containers. Jonathan managed to kick an empty bucket underneath the brushes after he stood up and placed the fluids on the now standing table just as the brushes started to speed up again. They clattered off of the bottom of the bucket.

He sighed and looked around his dark art studio.
"That was a close call, although I'd prefer it if you didn't use your power for such frivolous things." Jonathan sighed at the voice inside of his head. The Murai that was talking to him seemed to like telling him what to do.
"I'll use this power how I need to. Besides, it's not like anyone saw me..." He searched in vain for anyone to prove him wrong but there was no-one. "Now the name...any ideas?"
[i]"Hmm...how about...hmm...well..."
"Just say a bloody name!"
"A casus a gratia." Jonathan thought for a minute and translated it from Latin in his head.
"A fall from grace? Ok..." He looked over his painting of a fallen angel on the ground with a blinding light shining down on her. He grinned happily and wandered who what to do with it.

Jax's eyes slowly opened as the nudging of his shoulder woke him from his sleep. The wound on his stomach had almost healed, leaving was just appeared to be a small cut by this point. When he removed his hand from the wound his hand was covered in blood, which he quickly shoved into his pocket to hide from the person who had approached him. He nodded to the person and stood up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Some asshole tried to rob me about an hour ago. I guess Elysium's as dangerous as they say." Jax didn't want to reveal too much information. The last thing he wanted was someone questioning him out of curiosity, delaying his investigation even further.

He had arrived in Elysium only three days ago and at the behest of Umbra. He really didn't know what he was supposed to be looking for, but it found him instead. As far as he knows there are two of them, one who uses chains, and one who uses a knife. There faces and bodies where hidden under their shroud, making it impossible to ascertain their origin. Jax did know one thing for sure, they weren't human. He had almost been sold on the idea of it being 'followers' of the Black that destroyed Umbra's world. If that is the case however, this enemy is far stronger than he is ready to face.

He came out of his thoughts and put out his left hand, keeping his right in his pocket. "I'm Jax. I'm new to this city and I was wondering if you know of any good, cheap places I could stay at? Thankfully, he didn't make off with my wallet so I am able to pay." What are you doing? We should move on as quickly as possible. She didn't get it, but sleeping on whatever bard board box or home they could break into wasn't doing it for Jax anymore. It was presumptuous of him to assume that this person was a citizen of Elysium. But, with only 150 bucks to his name, his choices were limited.

Miko stormed into her room and slammed the door.
"I can't take this anymore!", she shouted, knowing that no one but Rukio would be paying any attention to her. They never did.
This party had been the final straw. She had been paraded around like some kind of trophy, just so that it made her parents look good. True, they had done that with Leia as well, but Miko was older. So she would make a better impression.

Yeah right. All she had wanted to do was to tell her parents to leave her alone and let her do what she wanted. Of course that would never happen...

That wasn't why she was mad though. Her mother had done the unthinkable. She had been talking about marriage. Miko was 17, so in her mother's opinion she was old enough to be married. That suggestion was met with a lot of opposition. Hence Miko's current tantrum.
Perhaps...it would be best if...we left? Our abilities would be put to better use outside, would they not?

True...and it's not like they'll miss me. They have Leia, right? They can make her into a doll, for all I care..., Miko replied, quickly grabbing her bag and stuffing clothes into it, along with anything else she thought she would need.
Money...passport...Dad's credit card...
What? You're not seriously going to take that, are you? For being so immature, Rukio still had some morality.
Why not? He said I could use it in emergencies. I think this qualifies, don't you Rukio?
Point taken..., Rukio relented, and allowed Miko to take the card.

"Right then, time to go...I guess...", Miko almost sounded sad at the thought of leaving, but her mind was set. She was still wearing the dress from the party, so no one thought anything of her wandering through the room with her bag. Her parents were busy anyway, so they definitely wouldn't notice.

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A few hours later, Miko had submitted to the idea that she was completely lost. She had never really been out in the city, not without her parents at least. And certainly not at night.
She heard something behind her and she spun round. Then froze. In front of her was a group of men, staring at her like she was some kind of rarity. In a way she was, her obviously rich appearance was unusual in this part of the city.
"...W-what do you want?", she asked, trying to sound tough, but her voice shook too much for that.
"What do you think, titch? You know...you're pretty cute...for a pixie.", the man directly in front of her, the one Miko assumed was the leader, stepped forward as he spoke, and motioned for the others to move, forming a loose circle around Miko.
She was so busy focusing on the man in front of her that she didn't notice one of them come up behind her and grab her arms. She tried to struggle, forgetting all about Rukio in her panic.
Miko remembered something that she had been told if something like this was to happen. She was to scream, as loud as she could. she wasn't sure what good it would do, but it was all she could think of right now.
"Lemme go! Lemme go! Help me! Someone please help!", she yelled, before the leader came closer, clamping his hand over her mouth.
"Damn girl, you can screech...won't do much good now though. No one'll come."

((Edited))

Kroy had fallen asleep, he awoke he looked around and let out a yawn, he stood up and started to walk towards a more 'populated' area. He found himself in a square people where selling stuff, it was heavily populated 'Not what I had in mind.' Kroy thought. Kroy approached a man selling fruit, he took an apple and asked "how much?", "50 cents." the man replied, Kroy paid and took his leave. 'You seem tense...Something on your mind?" Fuuenken replied, 'I feel an ominous force close by and along with it a intent to kill.' Kroy thought, 'Are you scared?' Fuuenken said, Kroy smiled 'No. but there to many civilians by they might get killed if a fight breaks out.' Kroy thought.

Kroy headed his way to a bench and sat on it taking a bite from his apple, he kept an eye out for any suspicious movement or people.....

Sora awoke at the sound of scream. A female scream (not that that part mattered as much). He was almost thankful about the disturbance, as it pulled him back into the waking world. Pulling himself out of bed and pulling on a t-shirt, he made his way to the window, climbing his way onto the fire escape, he noticed a girl being harassed by the lower kinds of scum this wonderful city had to offer. Not that she wasn't practically begging for this kind of attention, from what she was wearing. Just as Sora was about to bound into action, Ly popped back into his mind. Be careful... When am I not? Well, for a start, that fight you just had against that...thing wasn't exactly careful...Need I go on? No, as it was a rhetorical question to begin with...

Annoyed, but also slightly amused, by the thugs, Sora began to applaud, "How original, and very subtle, might I add..." He was, of course, being sarcastic.

Making his way down from the second floor, he slide down the ladder at the bottom, his feet making a small splash against the still wet ground. He looked to the girl, who seemed terrified out of her mind, he felt his fist clench. Ass holes...

"Why don't you world class intellects get outta here, before things get bad. For you." Piss off! The leader snickered. "Bad choice..." Make this dipshit gone.

Reaching around his back, Sora put his hand under his top, to pretend that he had a weapon hidden there. Instead, he summoned his weapon, unfolding it as he brought his arm back around, "What the..." Questioned one of the lackeys, "Catch." With a small wind-up, Sora cast the boomerang towards group, who, to their credit, did duck. But to remove that very same credit, they turned around follow it. Rushing towards his second fight in the past few hours, Sora used his elbow as a battering ram into the back the one holding the girl, both of whom went sprawling. Spinning with a back-hand punch to the one on his right, he connected with the face of who he intended. Now no longer focused on the boomerang that vanished into the night, the leader turned back, W-what the hell, man? L-let's get outta here...

As they scampered off, Sora felt a smile come on, seeing the girl sprawled on the ground provided a moment of humour for him. Moving over to her, he offered his hand.

"Did they hurt you before Mr. Knight-In-Shining-Armour showed up?" He asked her, more out of courtesy than curiosity.

"We should probably head up to my apartment, in case they come back..."

"Did they hurt you before Mr. Knight-In-Shining-Armour showed up?", a red-haired boy said to Miko, and she scrambled backwards, towards the wall. Then she realised that this guy had helped her, and she shook her head in answer to his question. They hadn't hurt her, apart from the fact that her arms and wrists hurt from where they had been pinned. And a few scrapes from when she had landed on the ground. But that was normal for her, she usually had a cut or two from being outside. Besides, they didn't hurt that much anyway. She was more shaken than anything, really.
Miko knew that people did bad things, especially in the city, but she had, stupidly, thought that they wouldn't involve her. It had nearly cost her.
"...I-I'm...fine. I think...", she said in a small voice as she shakily got to her feet, grateful for the help. Her bag, which had fallen when she did, was lying in a puddle a few feet away, and she retreived it, sighing as she glanced inside, to check that they hadn't taken anything. They had. Her money, along with her father's credit card, was gone. Not only that, but all the clothes she had packed were soaked through. That didn't really matter though, compared to what was missing.

"Not good...", she moaned as she turned back to the boy. He had offered to go back to his apartment, and while Miko was apprehensive about going with him, he was her only option right now. It wasn't like she could afford to find some other place to stay. Not now anyway.

"...Okay...I'll go with you.", she said finally, walking back towards the boy, only just realising that her dress was probably ruined. She hated it anyway, so that was probably the only good thing to come of this incident.

(Still waiting for Nihilus to reply to my fight offer with a shrouded figure.)

A chill could be felt in the air on an otherwise warm day. They looked at the Keeper sitting on the bench, knowing their presence was at least sensed. How could it not be? Hiding such a clear intent to kill is nigh impossible. The square was populated to say the least. Whether or not the Keeper had planned on leading them to this it did not matter. The two shrouded figures looked down at the Keeper, one raising its arm and hissing words to low for anyone to understand. The other jumped down and started walking toward the square, approaching from behind the bench. In that instant, it had appeared if time had stopped. To the Keeper the world had lost all color and everything that had originally seemed so alive now stood still, each face carrying the same expression as it had before the disturbance.

Believing it could catch him before he realized what was going on, a chain emerged from its figure and was brought down like a hammer on the bench, hoping to end the fight before it even began.

(Sorry for my absence. 4 am shifts have not been kind to me ay work. Anyone who hasn't posted yet or hasn't posted in over a week will be considered to have dropped from the roleplay. I.E. I'm going to kill your character off.)

Kroy has about to take another bite of his apple when suddenly the world lost its color "Not bad! There here Kroy right behind us!!" Fuuenken said, Kroy flinched, and moved to the side with a jump. Kroy looked around then directed his attention to what looked like human in dark shrouds, "So your the ones, you don't look so threatening." Kroy said, "Be careful they not normal they have ability's as well Kroy." Fuuenken said; Kroy slightly laughed and said "Know arise! Kaen Ten'no!" then flames erupted from Kroy, the flames died down seeing Kroy with his guns in his holsters and white gloves on. Kroy points his right hand at the Shrouded figure and lets of a 'beam' of flames at it.

Jonathan closed his front door and took a tentative step out into the night. This had become a regular occurrence. He would dress up in the first thing he could find - typically jeans, t-shirt and a zipper - and walk through the city while the night was still young.
"Constant vigilance, that's all we need. We just need to keep our eyes open, that's all."
Could you please shut up?
"My apologies...I did not intend to babble." Jonathan shook his head and took a left at the next fork in the street, headed towards one of the safest places he knew. The graveyard.

His footsteps made a different sound now that there was fresh dirt below them. He weaved in between the tilted and broken headstones, finally finding the right place after a minute or so of walking. Here he stood before a beautiful black marble gravestone.

'Here lies Olivia Oakheart,
daughter, friend and lover.
1995-2012'

He closed his eyes and felt a single tear slowly make its way down his face. Wiping it away he turned before sprinting at full speed. Before any of this had happened he was the fastest in his class in school and could run the longest but now with the added speed and endurance he was quicker than most humans. With one leap he managed to grab the edge of a low house and pull himself onto the roof. Hidden from view he sat down and closed his eyes, letting himself drift into the grassy hills.

"Let's get started!" He shouted to the Murai waiting for him.

Jax

After shaking the individuals hand, Jax turned and was beginning to walk down the alley and back into the night. At that moment he felt a presence, but was too late to read it. He turned to see the man he had just met limp while standing, a black spear having been driven straight through his stomach. Jax grew wide eyed as the shrouded figure tossed the man to the side as if it were nothing, then pointed it at Jax with a killing aura that nearly crippled him where stood. "Du-" before Jax could utter another word, the blade of the spear was already at his face, as if it had been there from the beginning. Jax moved as fast as he could, the blade grazing the side of his cheek. "Dusk Dismantled!" Without even looking to find his opponent, he quickly started making his way up the fire escape of the nearby building. Making it to the top, he looked down the alley and saw nothing. Turning forward, the figure was standing there, as if to mock Jax. Jax something isn't right... Jax dropped down into a combat stance. "Path of Demons" A flame engulfed Jax's sword. He knew he could only defend. Attacking would mean a quick death. "What do you mean?" The figure attacked Jax, each hit grazing him slightly even with his strongest path in defensive stance. These are different from the figures that emerged out of the Black when my world was taken. Jax jumped onto the next building and the figure followed, each swing of its spear lacked its full power but was more than enough for the young man. The Black may be stronger here... I don't know. The figure stopped attacking, letting the tip of its spear rest on the cold concrete. With one scrap of the concrete, a spark was created that shot like lightning at Jax. "Crap! Path of Beasts!" The fighting stopped and there was silence.

Shrouded Figures
The figure held up its arm, a dozen chains blocking its figure from being touched by the flames. Its plan to catch him by surprise failed. Slightly tilting its head, the other entity dropped to the ground and moved behind the other, drawing a knife out of its person. It did not hold it like someone trained would, but how a noticeable amateur might. The front figure grabbed one of the chains and started to swing it, treating it much like a whip and aiming it at Kroy. It was obvious the one carrying the knife was more for support, and likely the cause for this colorless zone. With one massive swing, the front brought it toward Kroy, seemingly taking each try with a battle-ending intent.

Kroy was surprised when he saw the chains shoot out, "Do you aren't normal, than that mean I wont hold back." Kroy said as dazzling white flames(its not a special flame its just a normal flame with a temperature of 1,500 grades Celsius) ignited on his hands, and with a smirk in his face Kroy 'disappeared'(Fast movement with flame pro-pulsation) dodging the chain that was going to hit him; he reappeared 4 meters behind the the chain shrouded figure thinking that he should kill the hardest one first, he flicked his fingers and let out a super fast and thin stream of white flame to the shrouded figure when it got close enough it explodes into a huge blaze of white flames(For you people that have seen Full metal Alchemist just imagine Roy Mustangs flame alchemy). "Woah Kroy not so destructive you might hurt the bystanders." Fuuenken said, "Don't worry so much Fuuenken." Kroy said....

Sora watched the girl examined the contents of her bag, then sigh. Obviously what she had was useless now, her face showing a fair amount of disappointment. He made his way to the fire escape that he had climbed down from, now going in the opposite direction, in order to make his way back to his apartment, without going through the rigmarole of going through the lobby with a strange girl in tow.

He reached his window, he began to climb in, when he poked his head back out to check on his guest, "It's this one, just so you know." He said, before returning back inside.

You can be dangerous with your trust, you know that?

"I know...But who can you truly trust?"

Other Keepers, would be a good place to start...I just wish that I could sense my brothers and sisters...

"That would make things slightly easier...But if those things are out to get us, then all of the Kee-"

Hush. That girl is just about enter. We can continue putting our heads together on this subject later...

Sora turned to the window and offered a friendly smile as he watched the girl enter...

Miko, while slightly confused about the older boy's odd method of getting into the building, clambered up the fire escape after him. As she drew level with the window, she heard him talking, though it was almost like he was talking to himself. He had to be, since Miko didn't hear anyone answer him.

Great...the guy who saved me...is a complete nutcase..., she thought as she climbed through the window.
True...but at least he did save us. That usually means he's not going to kill us later, right?, Rukio piped up in her mind.
I guess...But if he does end up killing us, I'm blaming you.
Fair enough..., Rukio said as her presence faded, allowing Miko to return her attention to the red head.

"So...who are you exactly?", she asked, sounding uncertain, "And...thanks..."

Shrouded Figure 1&2

The figure turned around, surprised by Kroy's sudden movements. It was clear that the figures didn't know the abilities of the Keepers to the letter, and it was probably the Keepers only advantage. The figure pulled its chains up quickly, emerging from the ground to block the flame. The blast was blocked, but the force still broke the chains and pushed the figure backwards and onto the ground. It quickly got back up to its feet and jumped away from Kroy. The other figure moved to the front of Kroy. One would think it would simply attack him from behind during the last exchange, and finish the fight then and there. Its reason for not doing so is impossible to guess. The figure stood in front of Kroy, its blade in its right hand, pointing downward. It was not in a combat stance, as if to mock Kroy.

Shrouded Figure 3
The figure looked down upon the two entering through the window. The tip of its spear scraping the top of the roof it was standing on. Like a predator eying its prey, it paid careful attention to every movement, but never gave itself away. However, its killing intent could probably be sensed the moment it moved close enough with its shear pressure.

Kroy looked as the shrouded figure "Mocked" him, 'Watch out their baiting you.' Fuuenken said, a smirk came over Kroys face he extended his hand and what looked like a swallow made of blue flames created itself and flew upwards. Kroys gloves then lighted themselves in Storm flames a flame with a core that is of an ordinary red, an inner layer of a very pale, somewhat pink-like shade of red-white and outer edges of deep crimson, this is Kroys most offensive flame up until know. The swallow started to circle the area we are fighting, as what looked like raindrops fell(Rain flames in raindrop form) with the Rain flames tranquility factor. But being Kroys flames it did not affect him that much since he used to them fighting in his grassy hill with Fuuenken; Kroy dashed forward and stopped a few feet in front of the shrouded figure while crouched he quickly pointed his palm at the figure's torso(since hes crouched hes pointing upwards) let out a beam of Storm flames the size of his palm at the shrouded figure.

"I will not train you like this. I warned you when we first started this training: 'I only train those who can handle their emotional state above others.' You currently have no such control." Jonathan looked at Annie with this and turned from her. When he opened his eyes, he was on the roof with annoyance building inside him.
"I guess she's right..." He stood up and stretched. This however was cut short by the sound of scraping metal. He looked around, worry starting to grow. Like a cat he was off. Jonathan ran and jumped onto a building close by, gripping the roof and hauling himself up. With a natural grace that most didn't expect of him he handspringed, turning at the same time, over the side of the building, onto the other slightly lower building. His spell-binding eyes scanned the close surroundings.
"Annie...I need you..." His brown leather wrists bands suddenly began to expand and wrap themselves around his hands. The chocolate brown darkened to jet black and a shining blue symbol burned itself into the gloves. He raised his hands, ready to freeze anything that got too close.