Izaku brought the canteen up to his mouth and took a short drink, quickly screwing the cap back on once he had finished. With a quick bit of experimentation, he figured out how to move his new appendages utilizing muscle group somewhere below his shoulders. He flapped them once or twice, flinging off the blood that covered them, trying to dry off the jet black feathers. He forced a short laugh at Kareil's joke, though he could see that it was just an attempt to lighten the situation. He looked back at her to see a face full of worry and regret, making his small smile vanish instantly. He watched as she touched her pendant then moved farther away. Still staring into her eyes, he folded his wings against his back and after a bit of trial and error, tucked them back under his shirt through the holes. As she apologized to him, he began to regret that he had caused her such inner pain. He of all people knew that mental anguish was far worse than any physical injury. Mental suffering.... A brief image popped into his mind where he was on his knees with his sibling's weapons before him. He knew at once what it was, but the memory was too painful and distant to conjure up anything else, he put it aside, now wasn't the time to dwell on it.
When Kareil turned away from him, he reached out and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The sight of her tears filled him with a strange sorrow. He didn't like to see her cry. What he had intended to say was instead transferred to her through his thoughts. Kareil.... Please... Don't cry... He had suddenly come up with her name without ever understanding how, deciding to ignore the issue for now. Izaku puled her closer, putting his arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. ...Thank you for bringing me back... I don't hate you. If fate has me live on, then there is yet work that I have to do. Pain is insignificant compared to the chance to finish what I left undone in this world, and you've given me that chance... so please, shed no more tears... The presence of the holy symbol may have been silently draining his energy, but it was unnoticeable compared to his battle fatigue. Perhaps the fact that his body was not finished adapting made its effect less potent, he wasn't sure. He glanced down at his blood covered hand, then to his sword. All physical pain had left his body once more, leaving him with only a a barely noticeable odd thirst that remained unquenched after he drank the water. I'm but a lost soul... a puppet of fate...if this is how I can atone for my sins, then I would gladly bear this curse... He certainly felt like an older brother trying to console his sister. He didn't fully understand the nature of the bond that had been formed, but having a companion after so long in itself seemed to make up for any pain that he had endured. _________________ Beware the messenger of death
Izaku's weapons Evolving Weapon Roleplaying Characters: Zacara Seath Izaku Takimi Zephiel Kotori No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: SS-Rank~ S-Rank~C Rank (Chuunin/ Special Jounin) Village: Missing-nin(s)~Iwagakure Fame: 3000~750~0 Infamy: 0 Training Points: 560 Inventory: 15 kunai, 25 explosive tags, 10 explosive sacks, 2 explosive nets, 3 fuma shurikan , teiken and onike, 2 metal chains~ 6 weapon scrolls, 25 kunai, 10 shurikan, 25 explosive tags, Hahen Yaiba, Risu Kontan, Kakera Seishin, Togire Shigai, Danketsu ~20 Kunai, 10 Shurikan, 20 feet of wire, Grace of Earth
OOC- Sorry I took so long. New years took a toll on me.
Training: 4/15pts
Kareil felt a hand on her shoulder, Izaku trying to comfort her, but Kareil just continued to look away. Izaku didn't seem to give up though, he seemed to be more kind hearted and loving then both Kareil and he thought. A strange energy touched Kareil's mind, and she heard Izaku's voice in her head, she looked up, finding his lips not even moving. it seemed that their kind had powers that even she was still figuring out. Â "...Thank you for bringing me back... I don't hate you. Â If fate has me live on, then there is yet work that I have to do." Kareil nodded, and then wiped the tears from her eyes.
Reaching out, she wrapped Izaku up in her arms, and pressed herself against him in a close hug. She listened silently to his words of comfort, taking what he said to heart. He had a way with words, she had to admit it. After a minute she released him, pulling away just far enough for her to peer into Izaku's eyes, stunning emerald orbs shining in the moonlight. The eyes are the window to the soul, that is what was always believed. As Kareil looked now, she could see why that was. past the green texture, deep behind the soft gaze Izaku had, Kareil could see the moving soul of a kind man. Due to her, it was now tainted in sin, though dots and specks could be seen where Izaku's own actions might have played a role.
Despite that, Kareil had never seen a soul more pure, so good willed, a role model of human hearts. If Kareil had let him go, she was sure that he would have ascended to heaven. But now, he would have to work to get into paradise, or at least that was what she assumed. Even Kareil had yet to discover what exactly their kind had to do to reach the other side. Kareil's lips turned up into a smile, and looked back into Izaku's eyes, peering into his soul, a bit of herself inside, a connection beyond mortal means. She had saved him, an then, through a dramatic time, he had saved her. 'Thank You' her didn't move at all, Kareil just projected it from her mind as she knew Izaku to moments before. 'You don't know how much that means to me... Kareil bit her lip in thought, her eyes drifting off for a moment then quickly returning. 'I wish there was something I could give you to remember me by.' She peered down at her wrist, the mark where she had bitten herself was gone, only a barely noticeable pink mark was left. '...but, I guess I already did.' _________________ ****Midnight Shadow****
--Made by Yoko
The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.
  -Robert Heinlein
Izaku forced a slight smile as Kareil finally looked back up at him. Â One last tear managed to fall before she could wipe her eyes, the moonlight turning it silver as it plummeted to the ground. Â As she hugged him, Izaku felt her pendant make contact. Â It stung his skin even through his clothes, but the slight pain was something that he could easily ignore without showing any sign of discomfort. Â He simply held onto her embrace as the next minute passed in silence. Â She moved away slightly but he kept his arm around her; the sting of the pendant quickly vanishing as contact with it was broken. Â He looked down into her eyes, gazing into her soul just as she did to him. Â What he saw, however, was nowhere near as comforting. He saw an inner pain, suffering, hopelessness, and confusion. A slight feeling of sorrow got to him once more. Â He wanted to help his sister be rid of this pain, though he had no idea how.
Even as he pondered this, she started to smile. Â Izaku's own grin grew slightly, no longer forced. Â 'Thats much better.' Soon he heard an echo of her voice reach into his mind, just as he thought he heard earlier. Â The emblem of Fushigi that he kept with him already granted him the power of telepathy with any other that carried one, but this seemed different. Â Rather than thinking through an object, it felt as if he reached out with his mind across an invisible bond that was created by the shared soul. Â The sensation was natural, much less forced than using the pendant. Â 'The fact that I'm still alive is more than enough. You need not give me anything else; You've already given me more than I could ever ask.... Â I only wish I could find a way that I might possibly repay you' Thinking for a moment, he glanced down, reaching into his weapon's pouch as he felt around for a small object. Â He pulled it out, letting the moonlight shine on it as he held it on before him. Â It was a small onyx sword about two inches long attached to a metal chain. Â As he looked at it, a lost memory flowed back to him of when his grandfather first gave it to him. Â For so long he had carried it with him, not realizing what it was. Â The onyx blade was the symbol of his family, but it had long since lost its meaning. Â Holding the trinket by the chain, Izaku offered it to Kareil as a gift. Â 'Here... Â its not much, but its all that I have to give besides my life, but I suppose we already share that.' He dropped it into her hand, not giving her any chance to refuse. Â The unearthly glow of the heavens started to draw him again, but he returned his focus to Kareil again instead; moving his gaze to meet hers. Â The strange thirst was starting become more powerful, but Izaku still barely noticed it. Â He was tired, and it was beginning to show. Â His eyes were growing heavier, but he willed them to stay open. Â It may have been awhile since he had any real sleep, but he had gone much longer without rest in the past. Â He simply assumed that it was either the changes to his body or the cross that Kareil carried making him drowsy. _________________ Beware the messenger of death
Izaku's weapons Evolving Weapon Roleplaying Characters: Zacara Seath Izaku Takimi Zephiel Kotori No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: SS-Rank~ S-Rank~C Rank (Chuunin/ Special Jounin) Village: Missing-nin(s)~Iwagakure Fame: 3000~750~0 Infamy: 0 Training Points: 560 Inventory: 15 kunai, 25 explosive tags, 10 explosive sacks, 2 explosive nets, 3 fuma shurikan , teiken and onike, 2 metal chains~ 6 weapon scrolls, 25 kunai, 10 shurikan, 25 explosive tags, Hahen Yaiba, Risu Kontan, Kakera Seishin, Togire Shigai, Danketsu ~20 Kunai, 10 Shurikan, 20 feet of wire, Grace of Earth
OOC: Sorry I took so long, really been off my A-game lately.
Rank training 7/10 Pts
IC:
Kareil looked at Izaku as if looking at a big brother trying to keep her from feeling bad. It was a strange feeling, and very surprisingly... relaxing. Since she never had a sibling before, never had any sort of love, or compassion shown to her, so she didn't really know how that felt. She guessed that since Izaku now had a connection beyond normal human ability, so it was different then what normal sister and brother had. Kareil liked that, she felt some sort of accomplishment in her life now, a step towards the fulfilling existence that everyone wanted. She was closer to paradise now to heaven, and she felt her heart start to turn further way from the corruption.
Kareil looked at Izaku now, his hands digging through his pouch. after a few seconds a he pulled a pendant  of a n onyx stone sword on a chain. He extended it to Kareil, telling her to accept the gift. Kareil was about to try to refuse, but he dropped it in her hand before she could. it seemed that she didn't have a choice in the matter. Kareil looked down at the small trinket, the chain glistened in the concentrated moonlight, and the black stone reflected a pure white on its surface. Kareil smiled again, a happiness swelling in her chest and getting caught in her throat. She tried to mouth a thank you, but couldn't manage. instead she simply sent a message between their link, putting a forth emotions of gratitude, and love between them.
She noticed Izaku's eyes starting to sink now, as if he was forcing them to stay open. She assumed the changing process to more out of him then he led on. Kareil leaned forward and kissed Izaku on the cheek. " Your body needs rest now, and blood, it would be best for you to drink, even if it seems repulsive. Then sleep, you will be fine. Meanwhile, it would be all the better if I remove myself from you. I carry reminders of my sins, and such things I am used to, they will effect you more as the minutes go by." Kareil looked down at the small pendant in her hand, and then carefully tied it to her wrist like a small bracelet.
" Sleep my brother... rest. Remember though, just because I may be gone on body, does not mean my soul is not with you. Our paths will cross again soon, as they must. we can never be to far a part that I cannot feel you, and that I cannot know you are alright. Now please rest." Kareil lightly pushed down on Izaku's shoulders, attempting to get him to lie down, trying to have him let his body rest. He could go one for a few more hours, but as far as Kareil knew, a body after a change needs recovery. _________________ ****Midnight Shadow****
--Made by Yoko
The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.
  -Robert Heinlein
Izaku watched the glow of the moon appear in Kareil's eyes as it reflected off the Pendant. Â The sudden surge of positive emotions that she released made him grin. Â 'I'm glad you like it.' Â For a brief moment, he was able to feel the full effect of the bond between them. Â It was deep beyond the mere exchange of words or thoughts; the emotions that she felt were transferred to him, even some of her knowledge had been gifted to his lost soul. Â The emotions she sent were returned in kind as she kissed him. Â Her every thought was opened to him for a brief moment; almost overwhelming his senses. Â Her words filled his mind once again; the soothing tone amplified over the mental link. Â He looked on his sister with a bit of concern as she suggested that she left. Â He still wanted to help her, and even though he lacked an idea of how that might be accomplished, it seemed as if his presence in itself was having a positive effect. Despite weakness that was caused by the symbol, Â he honestly didn't want her to leave and some of that feeling was unintentionally sent to her. Â Glancing over to his blade for a split second, Izaku thought of his own sins that he carried with him, though now he would voluntarily help Kareil bear her own; whatever the cost to himself. Â
Izaku hugged Kareil once more, letting her push him back until his head rested against the earth after he released her. Â 'I'll be at your side if you should need me for anything...' Â Now in a resting position, Â his limbs soon became heavy with exhaustion. Â The thought of feeding was, as Kareil stated, still a bit disturbing, but he realized that it was something that would necessary. Â The impulse wasn't yet strong enough to force him to take action, but he had a feeling that it soon would be. Â With fangs still undeveloped, his mind unconsciously questioned just how he was supposed to drink or if he could simply ingest it as he would eat. Â Banishing the dark thoughts, he let his eyes settle on the lights of the cosmos that hung overhead. Â The ghostly glow hypnotized him, helping his mind to come to rest. Â His eyes glazed over, his mind spinning to a stop. Â Just before he let his eye lids close, he shifted his glance back to Kareil's eyes, sending one last thought to her. Â 'Good night, sister... Â I shall see you again soon....' Â Darkness quickly overtook him once more as he passed out of consciousness. Â The last thing he remembered before completely blacking out was the presence of Kareil and the souls of the cosmos. Â It appeared that even in sleep, his soul could still recognize the realm of those who have passed. Â His sleep would be filled with nightmares; not of the cosmos, but of the shadows of dark memories that had been slowly returning to him since his encounter with Azreal. Â The desert, the souls of his three siblings, the shattered blade; these were his sins that he must atone for. _________________ Beware the messenger of death
Izaku's weapons Evolving Weapon Roleplaying Characters: Zacara Seath Izaku Takimi Zephiel Kotori No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: SS-Rank~ S-Rank~C Rank (Chuunin/ Special Jounin) Village: Missing-nin(s)~Iwagakure Fame: 3000~750~0 Infamy: 0 Training Points: 560 Inventory: 15 kunai, 25 explosive tags, 10 explosive sacks, 2 explosive nets, 3 fuma shurikan , teiken and onike, 2 metal chains~ 6 weapon scrolls, 25 kunai, 10 shurikan, 25 explosive tags, Hahen Yaiba, Risu Kontan, Kakera Seishin, Togire Shigai, Danketsu ~20 Kunai, 10 Shurikan, 20 feet of wire, Grace of Earth
OOC: Just cutting the rank training short, so I will just go for two trains instead of threee.
Points 7/10
IC:
'Good night, sister... I shall see you again soon....' Izaku slowly closed his eyes, leaning back on the ground and finally coming to a calming rest. Kareil watched him patiently for a few minutes, finding a bit hard to take herself away from him in fear of the resting shinobi be in danger when she was gone. But he was under more danger while she was there, and Kareil knew this. She looked down at him, her eyes glazing over as she let her sight shift into the cosmos, and smiled when she saw the building light of Izaku before her. He was a beautiful display of soul and peace, and she was happy that she had saved him, that she kept such a light from leaving this world and let it disappear into the world beyond. She knew that at some time down the road, he would feel differently about the change, but if for right now, he didn't care, then she wasn't going to worry about it.
Kareil sighed and looked up, her gaze setting on a bright light far off in the distance of her vision into the cosmos, the entryway to paradise, the gates of heaven itself. She was going to make sure she made it there someday, when her time came, she would pass through those gates she was going to make sure that happened. Kareil stood up from the grass, and then let her vision shift back into the world of human reality. It was very dark out now, and the moon's light gathered peacefully over Izaku, bathing him what seemed like a holy spotlight. Kareil felt the small pendant around her wrist touch the tips of her fingers lightly as it hung down. She looked at it, finding the small item to be rather soothing and calming.
'Good night brother... I am sure you will. Kareil walked silently from the area, and disappeared into the trees and the dark of the night. she felt izaku's presence behind her, and even though she moved further away, he didn't seem to fade at all. As she thought, kareil could feel him as if he was a very part of her, and he was. Izaku was right, he will see her again. it was only a matter of time...
[left] _________________ ****Midnight Shadow****
--Made by Yoko
The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.
  -Robert Heinlein
Izaku slowly looked up from the bloodied and torn flesh of his hands. He was on his knees, two large swords stabbed into the ground beside him. As his green eyes wavered with tears and mental torment, he beheld the terrible sight before him. Bodies, hundreds of them scattered out across the the plain. The sands of the desert were tainted red with blood. There wasn't a thing moving for miles; He was all that was left. His three siblings, no; his entire family was dead. Even covered in wounds, he had forced himself up. For six hours he had gone around collecting the weapons of his relatives; as was custom in his clan when one died. He drove each into the ground, marking the graves of the fallen until only his sibling's weapons were left. These three lay across the ground in front of him. He couldn't force himself to do it, his body wouldn't move anymore and his mind refused to make it act. The reality of it all sank in; he was alone, the single survivor of a battle that would go unwritten in history. After his family fell, he ended every single one of his foes, not letting a single soul escape.
As his own soul mourned, the red light of sunset washed over him. He couldn't take it; his mind shattered beneath the unbearable strain. With a sudden violence, he tore one of his swords from the ground and hurled it as far as he could. It slammed into another blade that had already been placed and broke both swords in half. After a moment, both weapons broke apart further until they were just shards. The action spread to the other weapons until every last takimi blade broke apart into thousands of tiny shards. They all took to the air and began swarming in a great cyclone of metal and chakra, all pouring down into a single point on Izaku's blade. Within seconds, the shards reformed the weapon anew. When it was finished, all the shards were gone and only the three weapons of his siblings remained, but these too soon vanished, each turning into an aura of a different color. The three aura's circled around him for a moment before they all plunged into Izaku's body, filing his vision with the spectral force.
He blacked out, but when he came to, all of the bodies of his relatives had vanished, leaving behind only those of the barbarians. He held the weapon that had been formed of the other swords in his hand and his own blade had been stabbed into the ground in front of him. His eyes scanned across the words on the base of the sword, speaking them aloud. "Shattering Blade..."
Izaku's eyes slowly opened, letting in the light of day. It stung for a moment, but the phantom images of his dreams soon vanished and his eyes were able to adjust. He thought of the dream for a moment, realizing that it wasn't a dream but a memory, the most painful of them all. It was appropriate that his sword was the only one left in the sand; he was the only one that had truly died that day. 'Only to be reborn anew... last night was the second time I died...' He pushed himself up to a sitting position with his wings and glanced around. 'And this is where the past and present aren't dissimilar, both deaths were accompanied by the deaths of many others.' The bodies of the fallen still lay piled up around him and a layer of dried blood was on the ground around him. As he wondered what time of day it was, he could feel Kareil on the edge of his mind, though on the opposite side was another feeling entirely. He was thirsty, just as she said he would be, but he noticed something a bit different. Upon letting out a yawn, he felt something jab into his lip; Fangs.
His mind was slightly disturbed about he was about to do, but he knew he had no choice. Moving over to one of the bodies, he dug his new fangs into an exposed area of flesh, draining what little fluid was left before realizing that it wasn't enough. He drained them all before the savage feeling was satisfied. With the vile deed finished, he pushed himself to his feet and took up his sword. The phantoms of the cosmos were barely visible in broad daylight, but they could still be noticed. He forced himself not to look into the realm of ghosts, knowing inside that he had to leave this place as quickly as possible. He only had one way to go; towards the only person in the world that he could consider his family.
[left]
_________________ Beware the messenger of death
Izaku's weapons Evolving Weapon Roleplaying Characters: Zacara Seath Izaku Takimi Zephiel Kotori No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: SS-Rank~ S-Rank~C Rank (Chuunin/ Special Jounin) Village: Missing-nin(s)~Iwagakure Fame: 3000~750~0 Infamy: 0 Training Points: 560 Inventory: 15 kunai, 25 explosive tags, 10 explosive sacks, 2 explosive nets, 3 fuma shurikan , teiken and onike, 2 metal chains~ 6 weapon scrolls, 25 kunai, 10 shurikan, 25 explosive tags, Hahen Yaiba, Risu Kontan, Kakera Seishin, Togire Shigai, Danketsu ~20 Kunai, 10 Shurikan, 20 feet of wire, Grace of Earth
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