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Post by Senetue on Jun 18, 2011 19:59:36 GMT -5
"Brother... Where are you?" Agrabah was in the usual state as a poor looking city aside from the large palace where the princess and sultan lived. The hot sun hung high in the sky as it heated up the desert city to a boiling temperature and the only thing keeping the people who lived there cool was the occasional breeze. The skies themselves were a light blue without any sign of over cast as not even a single cloud drifted through the sky. It was one hell of a day, a sandstorm had been constantly blowing sand about and providing no comfort as people had to work to keep the sand from piling up. Many familiar faces were helping around the plaza, cleaning out sand, setting up wooden shops and some even helped with the repair of the buildings. The only unfamiliar face there seemed to stick out like a sore thumb.
He wasn't helping out much as he was really just sitting on the ground against one of the corners of the plaza up in a hard to reach place on top of some buildings. He had shown the people there that he was quite the climber and he wasn't afraid to get in dangerous places. His form was cloaked, his face hidden beneath a white zip up coat where the hood was pulled up over his head to cast shade over his face. His legs were crossed as he sat there, a golden trinket in his hand which he appeared to be looking at with quite a lot of thought on his mind. That along with the two swords tied to the back of his body were the only expensive things on him. People had tried to rob him while he lived here, the trinket in his hand being valuable due to the gold it was made from. Yet many were deterred when they realized that the swords weren't only for show and he knew how to use them.
"Brother, where could you be?" He asked aloud, talking to himself as some of the people looked to him but looked away. He had became one of the silent warriors in Agrabah and people were used to him talking to himself and rarely talking to other people. He was known for protecting the city on some cases where bandits thought it was wise to try to take the city and most of those people had grown to be careless when they saw him. He looked rather young, too young to wield a blade or even two so people came to believe that he wasn't exactly young. People have also realized that he does have strength as really the people of the city knew he did. They watch him at times when he works out, running about, climbing and jumping across buildings along with lifting heavy objects or push ups and sit ups. He might have even inspired some young citizens to actually grow stronger with his daily routine but he didn't really care. He was busy wondering where his brother could be. He couldn't even remember his face anymore aside from that what was in the locket.
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Post by Angelo on Jun 19, 2011 19:40:10 GMT -5
A dark corridor opened on the outskirts of Agrabah. Walking out of it was Daemon in an indian attire similar to the one he casually wears.
"It's to hot here" He said to himself as he brushed off a bead of sweat from his forehead. He then ignored the heat as he walked around, noticing there was a small town nearby.
"My home town" He thought to himself. He walked through the doors that lead to Agrabah, with one thing in mind. Overuning it with his heartless.
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Post by Senetue on Jun 19, 2011 20:03:06 GMT -5
"I guess there's no time too mope around." [/size][/b][/i][/right] The cloaked figure slowly rose from his sitting position, his motion catching the eyes of some of the citizens of Agrabah as he slowly moved and jumped down to the ground. "What shall I help with?" He asked, most people looking towards his blacked out face as one person handed him some wood and explained to him about helping fix one of the shops. Not many people passed through here and not everyone here realized just how many other places they were. They were like their own separate continent where everything worked around the inside of the city. There wasn't much outside of it except for sand dunes and the legendary cave that most believed didn't really exist and because of this most business was with citizens of the area. It was such a peaceful place, a perfect place for Angael to live while he thought things over. He helped some people, lifting heavy objects and helping tie up some of the shops that were getting blown down from the strong breeze that occasionally hit the city.
His mind was set on helping these people as something deep down inside told him that they were important to him in some way. He couldn't help but think that today was going to be different than most. Usually everything was silent from the occasional thief being hunted down by people but something off to Angael. He couldn't put his finger on it but it was just like a strange and heavy feeling was slowly beginning to encompass the city. "Strange..." Angael muttered, this catching some one's ears but they ignored him as they thought he was talking about his work. He felt like something bad was going to happen today, call it some sort of keen instinct but he felt like some one familiar was coming and they weren't friendly to them.
"This feeling of dread... It lingers heavily in the air." [/size][/b][/i][/left] |
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Post by Angelo on Jun 19, 2011 20:11:53 GMT -5
Daemon was wondering around Agrabah, wondering which way to go. It had been so long since he had vanished from the place, he didn't remember where each place was.
He continued to wonder when he made it to the center of the bazaar. He noticed a young male helping a few people out with something.
"What's this?" He asked aloud. He crossed his arms as he watched, wondering who the boy was that was helping the people. Other people were watching him. Each one of them must have recognized him, but he didn't recognize them. The desert wasn't a good place for a city to be at. Maybe if there was more water or something else it would be better. Was that why he loved the place, because if it being different?
He ignored his thoughts and continued to stand in the center of town.
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Post by Senetue on Jun 19, 2011 20:23:26 GMT -5
"Who could that be?" [/size][/right][/i][/b] Angael hadn't really taken notice to the new person in town, his hands were busily working on the task at hand. His cloaked form probably stood out the most among the people of the town since it was incredibly hot here for one and that no one else really wore such an outfit. Most people were in Arabian outfits which were along the lines of pants with vest like upper body apparel. He was obviously the odd ball out and unlike most of the people who were there who took notice to the new person in town, Angael didn't even cast a glance. He was just so busy both with his hands and his mind which was deep in thought about things. Being the warrior of this town in a way meant his had lots of duties much along the lines of helping the citizens with things. He was finally snapped from his daze when some one tapped his shoulder and caused him to turn his head which his blacked out face looked to the citizen then to the new person.
This guy wasn't natural, Angael had been around here for a long time now that he grew to know every single individual in the town and knew them all by heart. This man must have came from some where else which Angael had only little experience going to other worlds so he assumed he might have somehow got her. This man did look familiar though, something about him was once again putting that thought on the front of his mind. It was like an enigma, he couldn't really think of how he knew this guy but he knew him some how or someway. Maybe he had met this guy while he had been going to the other worlds? He didn't really know and he couldn't put his finger on that either but he decided to walk towards him. His arms swayed as he walked, his blacked out face staring directly towards the man as he took a few steps in his direction before stopping. "Hello and welcome to Agrabah. I don't remember ever seeing you around here before. Might I ask who you are?"
"Something about this guy is so familiar..."[/size][/i][/b] |
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Post by Angelo on Jun 19, 2011 20:38:51 GMT -5
Daemon watched as the man continued to help the people. He was surprised when he turned around to talk to him.
What did this guy want, why had he come up to him to talk to him? Daemon had many thoughts running in his head at the time, mainly due to getting attacked in the world he just came from.
"Uhm, er, my name is Daemon, Daemon Spade" He said to the man.
Daemon finally told the man his name. After a long while of thinking about it, he thought it wouldn't harm anything in telling him his name. It wouldn't matter shortly, as the world would be overrun in darkness.
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Post by Senetue on Jun 19, 2011 20:58:10 GMT -5
"Daemon... Spade? No... That can't be right." [/size][/b][/i][/right] Angael stood there patiently for this man to speak, the overcast on his face never lifting for a moment to give the man a good look of his face. Even as he turned his head towards the sun it was as if the cloak was trying to keep the young male's identity hidden despite most people around her knew what he looked like. His attention was drawn towards other things while this man thought, his eyes staring out from beneath the shadows as his coat was surprisingly comfortable in this weather. It breathed incredibly easy which most people found the fabric to be strange since he would never sweat. He was an enigma in these parts, not a lot of people really knew him or if he came from this world as he wasn't sure as well. He couldn't remember much from when he was young and he went into thought before he was pulled out. A name was mentioned 'Daemon Spade'.
In an instant the young male's hand darted, grabbing at one of his swords tied to his back, the hilt beautifully decorated with many different things. "No you're not..." Angael said, despite not knowing what his brother looked like he knew that name because of spade and the fact that he was Angael while his brother was Daemon. "Why are you going around spreading lies on your name?" He said, hunching a little bit down as the people around them began to move away and into the buildings where they watched from the windows. "You're definitely not Daemon..." He said, not liking the fact that some random guy was going around flaunting his brother's name like it was for public use. He was close to the point where he was going to charge this guy and slice him in half for using that name.
"This guy isn't brother... How dare he disgrace his name..."[/size][/i][/b] |
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Post by Angelo on Jun 19, 2011 21:01:18 GMT -5
Not him?
Daemon was surprised to here this man saying that he wasn't who he said he was.
"Child, you don't know who you're messing with do you?" He asked. "If you really must know who I am, maybe this will help."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. On it was the spade symbol that only people with the name Spade carried. On the back was his name, Daemon.
"My name is Daemon Spade and this world is my home" He said to him.
"If you don't believe I am who I say I am, then fine by me"
He turned around and looked up at the sky.
He's the first person to not believe me on the matter of my name. I wonder, am I really Daemon? Or am I someone else? All I remember is being in darkness, and the fact that I was experimented on by the heartless. That's why my eyes are the way they are.
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Post by Senetue on Jun 19, 2011 21:14:00 GMT -5
"That card... This can't be right... Why would he be here?" [/size][/i][/b][/right] Angael watched as Daemon pulled out a card, on it was a spade along with the name 'Daemon' which would naturally have him believe him. This man was putting on a very believable show about saying that this was his home world and that he was who he said he was. "That can't be true. Daemon disappeared, he can't be you because everyone assumes he is dead. Where did you get that card? Why are you trying to pretend to be Daemon?" He asked, his arm pulled on the hilt of his sword which brought out a jagged toothed blade that looked dull and like it had been through a lot. He swung it down which it caused some of the sand to indent on the ground with the amount of strength he put into the swing. He was meaning business as he didn't believe a single word that this man said. He could be using some sort of magic or some how stole that from Daemon.
"As a member of the Spade family I'm going to have to confiscate that card and find and deliver it to the true owner." He said, from his pocket he pulled out a card which was pretty much a match of Daemon's as it had the spade and everything but he didn't show the name as he put it into his pocket. "Where ever Daemon is... I'm going to find him and return that card to him." He said, suddenly he began to move, running across the sand with his sword hanging behind him before he brought it up. This sword itself wasn't strong enough to slice things deeply but it could get deep enough with a swing where it would become painful for anyone. Whether they tried to get away once they were slashed or stood still, Angael could deliver pain. The teeth themselves were perfect for ripping through flesh.
"Brother... Where ever you are... I will return that card to you!"[/i][/b][/size] |
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Post by Angelo on Jun 19, 2011 21:24:36 GMT -5
Now he's attacking me!
Daemon had many thoughts running through his mind right now as the man came towards him with his sword. Daemon held his hand out as his scepter appeared in his hand. He held it outward at the man.
"This is my only weapon" He said to him. "This is how i'm going to tell you who I really am"
He put the scepter down next to him and then he raised his right hand up to his head. He lifted his bangs up to reveal his concealed right eye. His right eye was colored red, with the symbol of the spade held within it.
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Post by Senetue on Jun 19, 2011 21:34:39 GMT -5
"No... No! This can't be! He can't be Daemon!" [/size][/b][/i][/right] Angael was about to follow through with his swing, was about to try to sink his sword into this man's flesh and rip it apart with his sawing like motion or make him suffer for using his brother's name. He didn't recognize the staff but when he was given a really good look of Daemon's eyes he stopped in his tracks. "No... That can't be right." He said, his sword pretty much stopped in mid swing as he looked at Daemon from beneath the darkness of his hood. His arm moved forward a bit as if about to follow through before it slowly lowered and he took a few steps back. "You can't be brother Daemon... There's no way that's possible. He's gone... He left me behind, you can't be him..." The boy spout as he continued to take steps back while his hand slid his sword back into the sheath.
He didn't want to believe this, as something inside of him told him that this man wasn't alright in anyway and that he couldn't be his older brother. It couldn't be true, this was all strange to him and he continued to back up until his back was against the wall as he looked at the man. He was obviously having a hard time having the thought of his older brother who had disappeared and left him here, supposedly, being right in front of him. For the most part he had believed that Daemon had died, that something in the sand had gotten him. It made more sense that way, what else would happen to some one in a desert where they just disappear? "Why are you here? You're not supposed to be here. You should be somewhere in the desert or something!"
"This can't be right!"[/i][/b][/size] |
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Post by Angelo on Jun 19, 2011 21:39:22 GMT -5
"Brother?" Daemon asked. He was surprised by the things the man was saying. Then it finally hit him who the guy was.
"Angael?" He asked. "Angael, it can't be can it?"
He looked at his brother, covering his right eye due to the pain it caused him. The scepter vanished.
"You look so, erm, different with that hood on over your head" He said. He then heard him say he should be in the desert.
"Brother, I wasn't sent to the desert" He said. "That was the cover story apparently, but my body was experimented on, thats why my right eye has a different coloration than my left"
He crossed his arm and leaned against the building closest to him.
"I was sent to the realm of darkness, where my body was taken and turned around, no longer on the side of good" He said to him. "The power I received from that, is far greater than what I received from the light"
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Post by Senetue on Jun 20, 2011 19:34:16 GMT -5
Why is brother here?! Everyone said he was gone!" [/size][/b][/i][/right] Angael stood there, his back up against the wall as his eyes looked out to his brother from beneath his hood which most people probably didn't expect this sort of reaction. He shivered softly as his older brother spoke, telling him about how him going into the desert was merely a fabricated lie. He believed that but when Daemon went on to explain that he had been pulled into the darkness and experimented on and he gained more power. "Brother... You can't be serious." He said, placing his hands out in front of himself, he thought that his brother was merely crazy. "You can't gain more power from the darkness than from the light. You're crazy... I think you were in the desert for too long." He said, his hands slowly moved down to his side before they began to rise up. He pulled his hood back which caused his long red hair to run down his shoulders. His blue and red eyes pretty much being flipped in response to Daemon's eyes as his red was on the left and blue on the right.
Angael's eyes were natural, there was nothing edited about him or at least he thinks that is how it went but people always did call his discolored eyes strange. "You know that darkness always loses to light... Stop fooling around and stay here. You probably just need some water and you will feel better... The sun must have really cooked your mind." He said, crossing his arms as he shifted, his swords shifting on his back as he looked towards a building. "You left me behind and you just leave to go out into the desert. I wouldn't doubt it was to look for that treasure that everyone constantly talks about." He said, breaking his arms as he closed his eyes. "Oh well... At least your home and you wont be going anywhere. Right?" Angael asked, his eyes opened to stare down his brother.
"Brother's head must be messed up from being in the desert for so long... At least he's alright."[/size][/i][/b] |
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Post by Angelo on Jun 20, 2011 20:27:07 GMT -5
"Actually, brother, my mind is made up" He said as he jumped up on top of one of the nearby buildings.
"The only reason i'm here, is to cause mayhem by unlocking the keyhole" He said down to him.
He thinks i'm going crazy about this. Darkness, thats all I need. Nobody can tell me otherwise. When it comes to darkness, there's nothing better.
Daemon held his arm out and the scepter that had vanished reappeared into his hand. It extended to be taller than Dameon is and a blade came from the scepter. "I'm tired of these games" He said. "I wasn't sent to the desert, I was sent to the dark side, where I became stronger, I've already been to another world and I unlocked its keyhole as well, making it overrun with heartless"
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