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The Conspiracy of Spirits

Paradise City, Paradise Island

a part of The Conspiracy of Spirits, by LookingAtPerks.

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Paradise City, Paradise Island is a part of The Conspiracy of Spirits.


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Character Portrait: Ixian Iwemap Rixy

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Paradise City. It was a bountiful, multi-cultural city that rested on an island that shared the same name. Other then the city, it also had a vast forest that was believed to be filled with secrets and treasure, but also was rumored to have one of the largest population of Spirit Beasts and Rogue Spirits. The city was strange, being highly advanced while also having some old fashioned parts. They had things from old styled dojos, to clean public baths, to play grounds, to high tech buildings, streets, and robots.

It was a city where the technological and the spiritual came together. And it was also where various forces had converged, since the area around the city was rich in both resources, and Spiritual Power in the air. It might still seem strange the island had developed so quickly, or in such a weird way, or that so many factions were interested in it, but that was what the people knew about why. And also, it had a habit of drawing in all sorts of people, especially strays...

"Wuuuaaaahhh!"

Ixian made a noise as he emerged from an old wishing well, that still had water in it, and gasped for air. His clothes were laid out and drying after having been washed before hand, and his Spirit Guardian Boo Boo was already summoned. Not to watch out for anyone who might see him, but for thieves who would try to steal his only earthly possessions in the world. Although Ixian understood normal people wore clothes normally when outside, Ixian had been raised inside a laboratory until a few weeks ago and lacked the common sense of the world. Which is why, after realizing he was absolutely filthy, and that being filthy was a bad thing, he was taking a bath inside the wishing well. It did remove the stink, and he was getting cleaner, but it still was not a proper bath. Well, no one would really notice, but it just meant he would need to take another bath again sooner then usual.

That said, it was early morning, and the wishing well had been placed in an area that did not receive much foot traffic even when it was mid day, so he would be fine. And although he was vaguely aware of the real world common sense, his own was based on being raised in a laboratory where they treated him as nothing more then a test subject or an object, not a person.

Having finished, Ixian pulled himself out of the well as Boo Boo, his spirit guardian, dried him off. His stomach grumbled at the same time. "Ah, guess we should get food soon".

In the lab, Ixian was only given what he needed, so ever since he escaped he had a habit of splurging on food...well, he was short for a boy his age because the scientists only gave him enough to suit their purposes, so basic malnuitrition. Ixian made sure his clothes were dry enough, and then put them on, before heading out towards the marketplace. You could find anything in the marketplace, there was even a swordsmith or two, but a lot of it was food, randomly salvaged technology, or other things.

Of course, Ixian had no money, so he would have to pickpocket to eat. After his escape from the lab, Ixian was not interested in going to some group or organization for help, even the well established ones for being good like WHO he did not trust because of that experience. So instead, with the exception of help from his "brothers" when they met on occasion, he would be on his own...unless he made a friend he could trust, that is. But Ixian was new to the city, so he had not done that yet.

Of course, as Ixian was picking pockets with surprisingly good skill, he had yet to realize thanks to his lack of experience he had drawn the attention of a gang that considered this area their turf, and were moving in to deal with him...

(That should make for a good intro post)

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The air was 'bitter' to the mountain-raised Evelyn Amsel. With dull blue eyes and black hair pulled into a high pony-tail, the dangerous teen stood upon the closest building to the market. Pulling at his kimono collar, Evelyn glared at the city below him, his eyes trained on wandering gangs. Jumping down at the spotting of a possible crime onto the floor, surprising many, from a four storey building. He stood still before stretching his right arm out and halting a bag thief. The bag thief lay sprawled on the floor, a middle aged man, and attempted to spray complaints as the robed sat on his stomach as he waited for law enforcement to arrive.

Soon enough, he was standing with the petty criminal, passing the middle aged man towards the burly and thin police officers. "Good job Crow, we could really use someone like you on the team," One of the suggested. Shaking his head with a stoic look, "Please use my full nickname if you are to call me that. And no, you do not need someone like me in your team," Evelyn said dully, his sentence broken and emotionless. Not waiting for the police, Evelyn turned on his heel and began to walk into the market.

A happy and vibrant aura surrounded the place as little kids bustled into each other. Smiling softer than a feather, Evelyn continued to walk past the happy people, stopping at a very specific blacksmith. "My Katana is dull," He said bluntly to the blacksmith. Evely had sat upon a spinning stool and spun by moving his legs back and forth, placing his hands in between the gap in his legs- muttering out a sarcastic cheer. The blacksmith took his blade and sighed, "Evelyn, you can't complain about something being dull. The sword reflects a persons lifestyle. Last I checked you only helped anyone because you were bored," Evelyn shrugged in response as the black smith sharpened his precious katana. Closing his eyes and reopening them, Evelyn saw what no one else did, pockets of time shown as small balls of light.

Shaking off the vision, Evelyn accepted his blade and slot it into its scabbard. Then he himself slid off the stool and began walking away, raising a hand to wave. Dropping his hand, Evelyn carried on, only stopping once he had arrived to a more empty section, where a group of gathered gang members stood. Looking up slightly, he could immediately tell they were going to attack someone- not exactly someone in fact, Evelyn could see him a little from a few stalls over - yet Evelyn wasn't quite sure what the youth was doing. The gang began to move when Evelyn drew his katana. From behind, he struck the leg of one, quickly clapping into his ear. The rest turned, as well as a few of the witnesses. "To kill a swallow... Is a hard job." He muttered, Striking at each of the gang members thrice. Two shouted loudly, the others didn't even have that amount of time. Due to the quick blows, no blood was truly revaled. One may have to be patched up, and if the others move- their chest may start spewing blood.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn 'Crow God' Amsel
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The air was 'bitter' to the mountain-raised Evelyn Amsel. With dull blue eyes and black hair pulled into a high pony-tail, the dangerous teen stood upon the closest building to the market. Pulling at his kimono collar, Evelyn glared at the city below him, his eyes trained on wandering gangs. Jumping down at the spotting of a possible crime onto the floor, surprising many, from a four storey building. He stood still before stretching his right arm out and halting a bag thief. The bag thief lay sprawled on the floor, a middle aged man, and attempted to spray complaints as the robed sat on his stomach as he waited for law enforcement to arrive.

Soon enough, he was standing with the petty criminal, passing the middle aged man towards the burly and thin police officers. "Good job Crow, we could really use someone like you on the team," One of the suggested. Shaking his head with a stoic look, "Please use my full nickname if you are to call me that. And no, you do not need someone like me in your team," Evelyn said dully, his sentence broken and emotionless. Not waiting for the police, Evelyn turned on his heel and began to walk into the market.

A happy and vibrant aura surrounded the place as little kids bustled into each other. Smiling softer than a feather, Evelyn continued to walk past the happy people, stopping at a very specific blacksmith. "My Katana is dull," He said bluntly to the blacksmith. Evely had sat upon a spinning stool and spun by moving his legs back and forth, placing his hands in between the gap in his legs- muttering out a sarcastic cheer. The blacksmith took his blade and sighed, "Evelyn, you can't complain about something being dull. The sword reflects a persons lifestyle. Last I checked you only helped anyone because you were bored," Evelyn shrugged in response as the black smith sharpened his precious katana. Closing his eyes and reopening them, Evelyn saw what no one else did, pockets of time shown as small balls of light.

Shaking off the vision, Evelyn accepted his blade and slot it into its scabbard. Then he himself slid off the stool and began walking away, raising a hand to wave. Dropping his hand, Evelyn carried on, only stopping once he had arrived to a more empty section, where a group of gathered gang members stood. Looking up slightly, he could immediately tell they were going to attack someone- not exactly someone in fact, Evelyn could see him a little from a few stalls over - yet Evelyn wasn't quite sure what the youth was doing. The gang began to move when Evelyn drew his katana. From behind, he struck the leg of one, quickly clapping into his ear. The rest turned, as well as a few of the witnesses. "To kill a swallow... Is a hard job." He muttered, Striking at each of the gang members thrice. Two shouted loudly, the others didn't even have that amount of time. Due to the quick blows, no blood was truly revaled. One may have to be patched up, and if the others move- their chest may start spewing blood.

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Character Portrait: Ixian Iwemap Rixy

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(Got sick, sorry for delay)

Ixian was moving through the crowd, as he finished acquiring funds. It was at this point he began to notice there were people following him. He was slightly depressed he had failed to notice these people sooner.

"Uhhh...what to do..."

Ixian did not want to cause a commotion, but he noticed more and more people that looked aggressive. At that point, Boo Boo appeared in front of Ixian without even being called out. He began to wave its arms and make squeaky noises in an incoherent manner that was not even close to being understandable...

"Oh, I see. So they are all together...is this one of those military organizations? Then, we should probably act quickly".

Ixian ended up mistaking a simple gang with something he heard from the scientists, a military organization that might come after him for totally different reasons. And so, he remembered the training he was forced to do. He maneuvered through the crowd, staying just at the edge of their vision range, and headed into an isolated side alley away from witnesses.

"Ha! Got you now! Big mistake brat, working our turf like that as a newcomer without permission. But you were safe in those crowds. Now, we give you a proper welcome".

One of them took out a large pistol and immediately fired it at Ixian's hand. But before it could reach, it had been blocked by Ixian's high velocity barrier.

"He has abilities?! Shit, he was pick pocketing instead of participating in Rumbles, so I thought he was weak or had no powers...maybe that barrier, can only stop high velocity shots? No matter, we can't underestimate this brat!"

Rumbles, a new part of society where those with power and ability would fight each other and get paid in a safe, managed environment to prevent lasting damage or death. Of course obviously people still get hurt, but it was seen as one of the best ways for people with these abilities to vent and to try and contain the impulses of those who loved to fight with them.

Suddenly three of the gang members that looked older and tougher summoned out Spirit Guardians, a deer, an elephant, and a vulture and they all attacked Ixian at once.

"Boo Boo! Now!"

At the same time, Ixian summoned out his own with a huge amount of Spirit Energy, while also calling out an array of swords that spun around him as he started floating in the air. He had been charging flight since he first noticed then, so it was at a state of being extremely efficient. The higher he charged, after the required charge period, the better its efficiency. The swords had knocked away anything he couldn't dodge, and Boo Boo passed them all and attacked the gang members directly, knocking them down and out.

And it was only then the large man, the gang leader, had decided to step out. "Everyone pull back. This brat...is interesting me".

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Character Portrait: Evelyn 'Crow God' Amsel

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After Evelyn had secured the small youth, he made his way towards a bar stall. Although under-aged, Evelyn knew the tender, and so was allowed at most ten units. He gulped down a large wine glass, claiming he'd pay later. Rubbing his forehead, Evelyn growled as a crow landed on his shoulder, screaming into his ear. "If you don't shut up, I'll make sure Schwarz doesn't hear the last of it." he threatened to the bird, not fully understanding the context of the bird's speech. Then it clicked. "You're joking... You're not?! How many? ...3? Suspected forth," he spoke in pure crow, responded to the bird as dark as night on his shoulder.

He sighed, griping the handle of his katana. "I'll head over there and analyse it, you stupid bird." With his free hand, he pulled the cross necklace from under his kimono, the identification to his allegiance to the church.

Walking slowly, Evelyn shooed the bird away. His shimmering blue eyes glimmered harshly in the light. Listening intensely, Evelyn shook his head as he jumped onto the roof of a larger building, crouching down on the tip as he now spotted a gang with identification for three spirit guardians- clearly soon to summon them to attack a young-looking boy- in the alleyways. He did nothing, confused at how the bird mentioned a possible fourth.

Contacting his own summoning, Evelyn closed his eyes.
'Schwarz, check out the situation, where is the fourth?'
'Does that kid have an identification within your knowledge?'
'I've never seen him bef-'
'Exactly,'
'I'll watch for now if that is the case,'

Evelyn internally groaned, opening his eyes. His quick vision caught the quick glances of light that seemed to contain a spirit guardian before they appeared in full. 'I'm sure at least one of those have been in Rumbles,' He thought, focusing on the scene. He was somewhat surprised once he saw the boy's summoning. And then his eyes widened at the boys unique ability. Looking around, Evelyn went into his primitive vision, dots of coloured lights everywhere. Falling back into one; Evelyn saw the world slow down, everything become clearer. He analysed the boy's movements before standing, and slipping into more to move. He soon reached the back of the alley, hiding into the shadows where his vision remained perfect due to the floating lights. He watched calmly as the leader began to speak.

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Character Portrait: Ixian Iwemap Rixy

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"This guy..."

Even Ixian knew this guy was not normal but a powerful individual. He could feel the Spiritual Energy coming off this guy. Furthermore he knew that this guy had experience.

"Cerberus, Fetch".

At the same time he said that, a large three headed dog appeared behind Ixian and came right for him. Ixian flew up to dodge, but that man had moved as well and managed to punch Ixian's Sword Defense. When he did, the swords faltered for a second, but Ixian fell to the ground.

No, that isn't quite it...the swords in the back faltered less. But still, it took out my flight completely...could it be?!?!

"Disruption Pulse".

"So you realized it with one blow? As expected, your not normal. And if I am right..."

Ixian wanted to charge up flight again while he was talking, but it was pointless. This man had the ability to release a disruption pulse. Abilities with physical form, like his Weapon Creation and Boo Boo, that had manifested were less effected, but Ixian's flight which did not manifest but manipulated energy and physics could be completely shut down.

Before the fight could get anywhere though, sirens began to scream out. "Damn. Hey, little boy. Don't go and die or get caught on me! You seem rather fun to fight!"

Ixian puffed his cheeks a little at being called a little boy, be he ignored that as he recalled his swords and Boo Boo shrunk down to a small size, about a third the size of Ixian's head, and the two ran in a different direction, towards the train station.

"I guess if I let myself go all out that easily this early, it would be bad".

Boo Boo then flew up to him, and warned him.

"They are going to be checking everyone in the area? Uh oh! We better book it!"

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Character Portrait: Evelyn 'Crow God' Amsel

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(Sorry, got new computer and it wasn't working fully at the time, )
Observing the boy's movements, he followed silently. Beside him, a crow appeared, silent as ever. His blue eyes glowed within the lights, signifying he was about to leave. Leaving the time zone, Evelyn caught up to the boy, hidden within shadows. Taking out a small sheet of paper, he wrote a few words on it before passing it to the crow- which flew off.

Evelyn's boredom grew as he watched the kid run. He so would have preferred the others- but the kid intrigued him.
'Caught him yet?' The crow god echoed into his mind.
'I want to observe until I question him,'Evelyn replied.
'What, so the church can take him in?'
'I frankly don't know,' And the conversation finished.

Looking forward, Evelyn could tell the kid was headed to the eternally over-crowded train station. A place that Evelyn had yet to step foot into. Rushing forward, Evelyn jumped down into a small street that the kid would have to pass. Lurking within, Evelyn glared at the air.

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Character Portrait: Ixian Iwemap Rixy Character Portrait: Evelyn 'Crow God' Amsel

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(Sorry for the delay, I had and still have tests so I was busy studying and what not, and some things escaped me. Should be back now)

Ixian moved around, using alleys and side streets, in order to make it to where he wanted. The train station. He managed to push through the bustling crowd, and even...

"Full Control is active now".

Ixian "picked up" a cellphone, his power of Full Control already at work. Normally, he could only temporarily take control of something, and what it would, could, or should do, and it would revert back when it was released. But Ixian needed a phone, and more importantly, an ID. So by expending a good amount of energy and pushing his limits, he was permenantly rewriting the code in the phone to suit his needs. Disabled tracking, setting up secure lines, alerts and notifications. It was during this he found something interesting...

"A territory marking app?"

It appeared a large group of people were constantly monitoring faction territories, and their strength in each one. Ixian was just leaving the territory of one gang, however...it appeared that before he got to neutral territory, he would be passing through another if he did nothing...

So Ixian put his hand on the floor of the train, and utilized Full Control to make it skip a few stops and get him to neutral territory as fast as possible. It seemed to him that going there would be the safest, and that he should find some place to stay for the night eventually.

He looked outside, and noticed there was a battle being broadcasted on a billboard type screen of a Rumble, one of those things he heard about.

"It seems like training is popular entertainment? Why? Real combat is brutal".

Having undergone inhumane tests children should not be subjected to, Ixian saw the broadcasted battle, which was one of the first qualifiers for a large scale fighting tournament that would happen soon, as nothing but practice. But in truth, those two were fully serious. Not the best, but serious. But to Ixian, who saw no attempt at all to go for vitals or do lasting damage, it only looked like practice to him.

"Maybe I should get some practice in though? Need to keep my skills sharp to protect myself".

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Character Portrait: Ixian Iwemap Rixy Character Portrait: Evelyn 'Crow God' Amsel

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Blue eyes glared as Evelyn followed the kid steadily. As the brat entered the train, the Crow-God followed swiftly. Landing next to him were fifty crow or so, but who knows. Taking out his 'mobile phone' Evelyn groaned, a dozen or so missed calls from the church.

As the train failed to stop, Evelyn side-stepped towards the front, kneeling down next to a sealed control panel. Ripping off the metal seal, Evelyn checked through series of controls, his knowledge stemming from what he had been taught by his Grandfather. "Dammit!"Evelyn swore loudly as he found no way to hack into the system. Groaning, he ran a hand through his black hair. The best he could do was open a door. Holding onto the edge, Evelyn swung his legs over his head and entered the door. People glared at him as he forced the door shut and pushed his way through the crowds.

Thankfully, he noticed the area of his target was less crowded, so out of instinct, he jumped to the roof and climbed his way past. Landing on both feet, Evelyn looked around. His blue eyes landed on a white-haired kid. With no expression on his face, Evelyn pushed past a few couples and families.

"Hey, Brat... You're not registered, nor did you pay for this train ride," Evelyn sneered, getting behind the kid. Signalling a hand, the people behind him rushed out and closed the compartment door. Leaving Evelyn and the boy.

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Character Portrait: Ixian Iwemap Rixy Character Portrait: Evelyn 'Crow God' Amsel

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Ixian looked back at the man who had stopped him. At least, Evelyn felt like a man to Ixian who was short. As he signaled the others to leave, Ixian began to get concerned. Ixian instinctively stepped away as he turned around.

"What do you mean?"

When Ixian asked that, he was already alert. This man was someone who had moved quite well. Ixian had not detected him until he got within a few meters.

"How could I get in if I didn't pay?"

Ixian was ignorant of the world, but he was not that ignorant. He was quickly picking up things, and the concept of money was one of them. As he asked this question, the train car was finally empty.

Boo Boo appeared beside him in a smaller form, and seemed to make squeaky noises and waved its arms at Ixian.

"So its only a bit longer until we reach the stop? And are you sure this guy is probably a suspicious individual who plans to fight and attack us in order to kidnap us or abduct us or something? I had hoped they would not make a move in public, but it looks like I have no choice..."

Suddenly, two pistols appeared in each of his hands.

"Please back off?"

Ixian was honestly asking that without any intention of threat, but he was not an idiot who left himself unguarded either.

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Character Portrait: Ixian Iwemap Rixy Character Portrait: Evelyn 'Crow God' Amsel

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No expression. Then Evelyn laughed softly. "Kid, you're all wrong. Evelyn drew his katana, For one, you should have realised that guns won't work, the atmosphere and area will not help you. People will go flying if you shoot." The sentence was not fluent, Evelyn's language block sealed that fate.

"For two, asking nicely ain't gonna get you anywhere." Evelyn whistled sharply, crows flocking aroud the train compartment. "And three, To kill a Swallow is a hard job..." And with that and a flick of the wrist, the pistols were taken to the floor in bits and pieces.

A crow got in from a now-open window.

"Listen here kid, I ain't gonna hurt you, sure the crows will demolish you if you harm me," Series of crow squawks went off in agreement, "Listen, come with me and we'll get you registered with the church, a safe haven for people with your abilities.... So, you wanna have a home or be chased down for the rest of your life?" Evelyn asked, sheathing his katana and tugged on his own low collar.

Black feathers began falling as Evelyn cut his palm, and out of the fallen feathers, an extremely large crow emerged- wings ready to attack, "You have one chance, kid." Evelyn said, not bothered about how he was almost defenseless as he pinpointed multiple lights.