Good eats

A glitter...Maybe a sparkle....So...So shiny...... The smell of sizzling skin cut through the air heavily as William jumped back, sucking on his burnt finger. Perhaps trying to touch the fire in front of him was a bad idea....Or was it....Never the less, his finger hurt like a bitch and slowly started to swell.

"Man....I'm hungry.........."

Sitting in the middle of some field, William Emmbers would sit staring at his little camp fire, slightly dazed with his hand hanging from his mouth, finger still being sucked on. He had been wandering for a couple of weeks, finally being dropped off at the edge of this field, where he found an abundant amount of....Curious looking plants. Taking a sparse amount, William found himself a nice spot for relaxation. A couple of hours later, his current state could be found as he had taken it upon himself to place a fire in this little clearing, well enough away to not endanger the plant, but easily hidden from passerby on the road.

"Hungry......" An Insatiable need for food had over come him, causing Will to find ability to stand up. In a world of strange colors, all that of there natural colors, everything blended. A squirrel stared at him as he slowly moved toward it. Tapping....No...Scratching....The squirrel had a nut. Squeaking.....Nuts.....William would approach with a single step more, and with this, the squirrel turned into a stake and Will lunges at the animal, his body fully stretched for the steak, soaring toward the piece of meat.....And with a jerk, Will would look around, still sitting on the ground looking into the fire with his finger still in his mouth, the stinging having long gone, and a squirrel no where to be seen, "Wow.....Steak sounds really good right now......" he would say as he pulled a nut from his pocket and slowly nibbled.......

Grim stared.

What the fuck?! Did that....Did he just....?

Grim frowned. She wasn't following the road, but she wasn't exactly beating her own path, either. She rolled her eyes to the sky, shrugged, and looked back the way she had came. With a flick of her wrist, arm in a right angle across her chest, index finder pointed west, thumb to the sky, she would turn away from the north, eyes still on the curious scene before her.

Kids these days.... Shoulders spiked, back arched, and her hands now in her pockets, she set off. She had seen worse. Weirder. And since she had come to this small region, weird was nothing to worry about.

Maybe.

Luthien stood, leaning against the tree, one of sparse few in the area and he guessed one the pot farmers had looked upon and considered too much of a challenge to remove for it was of an amazing stature. He watched the man at the campfire and laughed softly, one hand over his mouth to confine the noise. At the sight of the girl he stopped and took a half step behind the tree, hiding the left side of his body. Luck favored him in the fact that he was wearing a black short sleeved shirt and black Tripp pants, the chains removed for they were much to loud, and he blended with the shadow of the tree, save where his pale skin betrayed his presence.

Will rubbed his eyes, dazidly staring down into the flames. Eh heh...Sparkle.....

His senses down, Will hands would shoot straight up into the air as in to surrender. A moment in the air, and his whole body would just fall back into the grass, blacking out. The fire, slowly dieing away, would become nothing to the farmers in the area. "Nuts......."

Dragging her one hundred-something gig IPod out of her pocket, plug the headphones into her ears, and press play twice, some Golden Earing would begin to play.

Grim's goal was to get out of this place. That was all she was going to do. She wasn't going to tan, she wasn't going to go swiming, she wasn't going to relive Woodstock. Once was enough. She was just going to keep going, trying not to disturb the...

"Peace?" She thought aloud, not able to hear herself. Grim didn't need to hear herself. Yelling would give her away, which she didn't want, plus, anyone who was around would have been able to hear her, even if she couldn't. She was a quiet person anyway, so it wasn't as if it mattered much.

For being such a quiet thing, she sure did like music loud.

Turning up the volume as far as it could go, a small spring to her step would begin the same time as The Poison by Bullet For My Valentine would.

Jumping and pushing off the tree Luthien would catch hold of a low hanging branch, and pull himself up. Squating on the limb, one hand grasping it between his two feet, the other pressed against the trunk of the tree to hold him steady. From this vantage point he could watch the stoned male, and the female that would eventually walk just under him if she did nothing to alter her course. Her words, along with the music coming from the earbuds, was clear as crystal to him. Knowing she couldn't hear him, Luthien still moved as little as possible, a habit it seemed he could not break.

His eyes closed, Will's dazed sense of nothing rolled around him like crashing waves of an ocean, hammering down on him like tyrants. With a sudden tightening of his entire body, William's eyes would shoot open, all of his muscles flexing and contorting grossly. His back bending in an arc, he would clench his hands in pain, yet not uttering a sound.

In a swirl of sound, fluttering to William's ears, everything around him would become crystal clear, his dazed experience supposedly stripped from his mind. Standing up quickly, Will would launch his body through the air at an inhuman distance, something Will wouldn't normally be able to accomplish even with his abilities as a magi.

Landing on his feet, William would bend forward, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing against the ground. Head hung down as well, hair would fall from its small pony tail, the black tie landing on the ground, passing through the air like a leaf. Standing up straight, he would stretch, looking straight up into the sky, his violet irises twisting in his eyes, the pupil contorting from circular to snake like slits and back again, as if an un-ending battle ensued in Wills body. Hands held in the air, a maniacal cackle would release into the air from Wills throat, "Almost there....."

Grim's hair started to frizz.

Pausing her music, which was by now playing some hardcore Fab Four, she would stop walking. Taking a silent, deep breath through her nose, she first looked up, then down, around....

Something. There. Something behind. Not the wacked-out kid, but something....

Else. Something human, something....

Is that Hot Topic I smell?....

Luthien held very still, breathing even at a standstill, he wanted to look at the stoned man, but that would have meant moving. His eyes danced around looking for a better place to hide, it was only a matter of time until the woman spotted him. Pulling back against the trunk of the tree Luthien slipped into the protective embrace of shadows, letting his hair fall over his face and arms to hide most of the pale white skin. He wished he hadn't left his coat at home, it was not too diffrent from the womans, save that it was tight around the arms and chest and billowed out around the legs. If he had the coat with him, Luthien would have been inseperable from the darkness he hid in.

In maniacal laughter, he ran down the pathway toward a set of cliffs which fell off into the lake. Skidding to a stop at the edge of the some forty foot drop, Will would turn around, his cat like eyes scanning around. An evil grin split across his face like that of some parasite, making the skin on his face contort and tighten around his skull. Laughter again ensuing him, Williams fingers would rise to his head, grasping at his hair, his laughter endless.

At about here, any observers would take notice that his rich brown hair was darkening to a black and falling out in patches. The once youthful skin now completely sucked into his body, the definitions of his face pointed to that of an undead. Discoloration of his skin spread like a disease among his body, creeping cloudily up his arms an down his legs. Bending back as if in pain, the being that was William would be all gone save for the clothes he still had on, would laugh into the sky, his voice gone, all that could be heard was the raspy crackle of wind passing through his throat, which now rotted to one side, as did other patches of his visible skin.

Bending back down, the newly born creature looked around him, his movements clumsily put, almost drunken, "Stich is back!!!" the creature yelled out, turning to look off of the cliff.

Why does "Oh shit" and running suddenly seem like such a good idea?

Sneaking through the protective walls around her mind like a criminal, Grim searched. It had to be only a small ways away. Grim wouldn't stray. If it was nothing, fine. If it was something...

Well, crap. She had found it. Him. In a tree, trying to hide. Human, hiding, and he. Slipping into his view of the world, she saw herself, still walking, blasting music. Sliding out like an outgoing tide, Grim began walking faster, if only a little. The speed wasn't speed, but length in stride. If she were walking by some one, they would have noticed. But, as no one was with her, no one would notice.

Turning down the music as she faded away, the sounds around her became more clear. Crisp and clean. Waving grass, too green for it's own good, russling leaves, not a breath to be heard, not even from her.

Luthien jumped down from the tree, landing on the tips of his toes and his right hand. Standing up slowly he looked back at Stich with a smile, now there was a familiar face. He moved away from the shadows of the tree to stand in the full sunshine. The girl was almost out of sight, but he could still hear her as though she were right next to him. He began to walk, with a spring in his step, toward Stich.

Steps like pound resonating through out his skull told Stitch to move around, making him swing in his drunken manner to look toward Luthien. Eyes opened as wide as they can go, Stich nearly fell off of the edge of the cliff at the site of Luthien, "Wha....What the hell's are you's doing here!?" his voice cracked and raspy as before, but with surprise all the same, "You's supposed to be dead!"

Moving away from the edge of the cliff, Stich would stumble down, his clothes now too big for him seeing that he was a couple sizes smaller then William. Coming down to his hands, he tossed himself through the air, landing haphazardly on the ground in front of Luthien, impeding his movement forward.

Even at standing straight up, Luthien would tower over Stich, but as the character as he was, Stich never stood all the way up, his body half bent most of the time, making Luthien seem like an over grown giant to him. Scuttling back, Stich would eye ball at the person, "Human? Me thought you's was sometin as an elfin creatures or so."

Grim's eyes faded to black as she turned off her music and wound up the headphones. Sticking them back in her pockets, she saw the road before her. Making a sharp turn to the right, following the road parallell through the grass, Grim listened intently. Nothing more than a snake's slither was all she was, almost completely silent.

Keeping her mind clear and blocked off to anyone else's thoughts, though still aware of their pressence and general area, she kept moving. Grim slid off her coat, stuffed it into one of it's own pockets, and held it in a fist before crunching it down and feeling it disappear.

Grim watched the road as she passed along it, bangs swept behind her ears and hair tied on top of her head, out of the way. She could see everything pretty clearly for 180 degrees around her, left to right. A little above, too, and a smal bit of toe.

Don't go jumping at shadows. Feel it before they do.





((I dunno when I can post next. Comp keyboard is down, and I dun wanna break into my dad's again. Tootie-Frootie?))

~Laughs, looking down at the undead creature, then squating down he got eye level with Stich. ~

"I was at one point in time, but you know that form could only amuse me for so long."

~Luthien gave a half smile and ran a hand through his hair. Only a few minutes around Stich and he was already starting to switch personalities, the shy timid thing he had been slowly losing out to the Luthien that had once been at Stich's side, terrorizing entire villages.~

"You know, I was starting to wonder where you had gone to. How many years has It been, one, two hundred? I must say you are looking well, you haven't rotted much more than the last time we met."

~Looking Stich up and down Luthien realized something was missing.~

"Say old friend, what has become of your weapons?"

"I's......I is not sure....." Stich replied, looking left and right like he may be in trouble, "Something....Happened....."

Jumping up into the air, he moved past Luthien to look around to see if they were being watched. Turning back to Luth, he would slightly cower down, "Last I see was a dark room full of people.....Small child with robes and funny ears, a vampire I thinks, white all over, was easy to see in the dark, couple of humans, and two really dark looking peoples I had never seen before, both with pitch black wings, one an elfin person......A darken elfin person." Stich would cringe heavily at saying that of a drow elf.

"Sealed we were, I thinks......Into this body.....Pulled into one...." Stich looked to the ground, "But what about you? Where has ya been for the past years?"

Watched Stich cringe, speaking about the drow. "No worries Stich, you know I disowned my own long ago."

Luthien looked around at the farm. "I cam through here on accident, but I felt your aura right away, though hidden as it was. The person in white you mentioned, that one sounds familliar, and if its who I'm thinking of we need to watch our backs."

A thought crossed his mind and caused him to turn and look back at the campfire Stich had made. "You know, this could only be temporary, when the effects of this weed wear off you might revert back to what you were. If that happens do you want me to burn this weed again so you can change back?"

After hearing an answer Luth would continue on, answering the last question, "I was stuck in death for a while, my drow body rotting much like your own, but I guess even in death I can manipulate time. I Brought my soul back through the tempral stream and placed it in a newborn child. The soul of an older being can easily overpower that of a new child and push that soul from the body. Since that time I have been jumping from body to body as needed. The only drawback is that since it is not the body my soul was meant to be with, something is off. After a matter of a few years the body begins to degrade, rejecting my soul."

The stench of something rather delicious was sucked into the nostrils of Kyo-Izo. Though.. this didn't smell like food or anything of that sort.. A low gasp emitted from his inner core, and Kyo quickly sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes with the palms of both his hands. His gaze shifted to the right, and brown eyes lingered over the spot where his accomplice, Rei, lay in bed asleep. Who was using on a day like this? Rolling out of bed, he fell into the clothes he had worn the previous night before, and headed for the exit. Someone was here, and how they had gotten past the guards, he would never know.

Kyo's guard:
[Napoleon]
[Appearance: ] Napoleon took the shape of a massive lion, three times bigger than the original version. His fur was tinted dark black, and a red aura emitted from his very being. Clearly, a magical creature.

Kyo strolled into the living room of his established location, his home, and proceeded to gaze out the window. He wasn't sure where the smoke was coming from, because he could barely make out the flames themselves. Regardless, that's where he needed to be. Having paused momentarily in the living room, just in front of the doorway, he faced left, and picked a few stones off of the small table in the corner he had turned towards. But they weren't just ordinary stones, no. What they did? Well, it was up to the "visitors" to decide whether or not he would give a demonstration.

An arm stretched out towards the front door, and the fingers of his hand gripped the knob. Giving it a quick turn, he shoved the door open and pressed outside. Out here, the odor emissions were just as strong. Whoever was here, had better have a damn good reason for setting fire to those fine plants. He found Napoleon passed out at the end of the walkway. Having been exposed to the marijuana smoke, the sensation was just too much for the poor creature. Either way, he quickly had the great beast on his toes with a single whistle of his lips. He was ready. Only a few yards away from the smoke, he stepped into view, offering his image to those who dared gaze upon it. Napoleon stood poised for attack at Kyo's side.

Grim moved swiftly, silent, not sure why she was even in the least bit frightened. The human had done nothing. Was not much of a threat, for all she knew. The stoned kid, though. Why a stoner freaked her out, she had no idea. Something had changed in his head, though. Something.... For the worse.

A new mind entered her field of conscience. Some type of animal -- she wasn't sure what kind -- and another person. Prying a tad more, Grim realized she was in the head of the owner of the property.

Whoops.







(I SO HAVE A KEYBOARD AGAIN! YES. *celebration*)

In turn from listening to Luthien’s words, Stich smiled but shook his head, "No need. This plant here isn't mine." Turning quickly, he would turn, looking down the pathway toward where he set up camp, "The hidden girl is scared."

Stich had never been one for special abilities or intelligence for that matter, but in sight of the owner, he crouched down low, feeling that he had been spotted, "Uh oh's...."

Taking notice to that of the large feline, Stich realized that even though he was most certain he could outrun the man, the creature would be on him like he were fresh meat....Odd in perspective....

Jumping up into the air, Stich gripped onto the shoulders of Luthien and swung around, landing on his back. With hope, Stich's lightweight body wouldn't throw Luth off balance to much and he would be able to spin the boy around to look at there new visitor, "I think's we is in trouble..." he whispered in the ear of Luthien as he watched the man approach over Luth’s shoulder.

Luthien didn't even flinch as Stich jumped over him, nor when he spun him around. His body moving along with stich's direction, fluid like water, he looked at what had Stich so scared.

Holding one hand over his shoulder, he extended his first and middle finger in a gesture as to tell the man hello, while also telling Stich not to worry. "Greetings," Luthien spoke up so that the man could hear him. "I have this odd feeling that you are owner of the land on which we are standing."

With this first sentence Luthien gave a formal bow, taking his eyes off the man and beast, showing this new person that he respected but did not fear him. "I hope we have not been too much trouble, and if there is any concern to damages caused by us being here I can gladly pay for them."

He had not forgotten the girl Stich mentioned, though at the time the very large cat seemed like a slightly more pressing issue, not that he could not get Stich and himself out of harms way, but he was hoping for a peacefull solution.

Three lurkers, all in the same spot, and he had found them now. Kyo did not utter a word, but merely stood rooted to the spot. Behold.. nothing, for the expression on his face had yet to change. It was late, his crop was burning, and he was still sleepy. Be that as it may, he felt damn proud of himself for catching these three individuals. It was apparent that.. one.. maybe two of them were hiding. Kyo's left brow slightly lifted, as his stare was set on the Stich stranger.

He had definitely seen him, no matter. His attention was quickly pulled towards the speaker. "An odd feeling? Spare me." Napoleon sat hunched over next to Kyo, breathing heavily. Again, the animal had fallen to sleep. No worries.. Kyo could always awaken the beast with a sudden snap of his finger should any conflict be invented. "As far as I'm concerned, you're trespassing." With that said, he took out a rock and tossed it onto the ground. Odd action for a man like Kyo. Then again, he HAD just come across a smoking, hot, marijuana setting. Just another problem to add to his list. The euphoria would be around for quite some time, and would definitely be hard to sleep under.

"Move beyond the circle of trees, where you are at now. This is a private portion of Lake Everclear." He took one look at the field, and began to calculate the costs for replacing the crop which had been burned. Ugh. What a hard problem to solve. Under the influence, Kyo was quick to put things off. The fact that he could go to sleep tonight was very unlikely to be true now. He wanted to enjoy the sudden buzz, then proceed to bed. "Beyond. Go. All three of you. Unless, you plan to buy." Of course, he had to throw in a business invitation. "In that case, come back tomorrow."

"Napoleon..." He gave his fingers another quick snap, and the great creature suddenly opened its eyes. "Escort them.." His head snapped back towards the man who had first spoken to him, setting his stare, once again, on him. "He won't bite. He'll lead. You just follow." Kyo turned on his heel and headed off in the other direction.

Leaping from the darkness as Kyo rounded the corner, Rei stood side-by-side with him. Looking to all who wandered about it, he knew of only three travelers; for, he had watched all on-goings. He shouted, loud and clear, so that all three people could hear throughout the land, his voice booming along the shore and surrounding areas of his territory, Lake Everclear. His field had been burned, and he wasn't good with numbers. He was going to let Kyo take care of that. " I demand to know who you three are. Bring yourselves forth now, otherwise you will be trespassing on Aenied territory. And, well, specifically my grounds. I know of one of you that is a thief. He took only a small amount of my herb, however, it is thieving none the less. Spill yourself before me, rogue, less I must find you three and spill your intrails myself. " He then snapped his fingers, allowing Baln to emit from the ground in a cloud of lightning and shadow, to look at Napolean, and stand next to him. " Baln, you know what to do. " He smiled to the three, smirking, and then looking to Kyo. " I overheard everything; so I assume you've taken care of it. "

Grim growled to herself, hearing loud and clear the warning.

Snaking into the fourth person's mind, she would respond, Right here. I swear I didn't take anything, though. Popping her jaw, Grim gave the second owner a view of where she was. Through the grass behind her, you could still see the tree, to the left, the road, and ahead, more grass.

Stopping, she would cringe as she gave him one last thought. I ain't goin' near those two. You come here if you wanna investigate. She released his consciece with a gag. She sat down, cross-legged, and waited, trying to get the foul taste of some one else out of her head.

The cat-like eyes of Stich's wandered from person to person, absolutely confused. It was bad enough they were caught by the first man. Stich knew never to wake a man while he were sleeping, lest bad luck fall upon you. But the second man showed a lot of noise for being late to the catching and then barking orders. In Stich's feeble mind, he would never be able to make a truly intelligent decision, and he knew this.

With a fairly gentle kick, Stich jumped off of Luthien’s back and stood next to him. In a loud, raspy cackle, Stich's skin would change once again, lightening back to a healthy tan complexion, his body becoming taller and buffer, his hair coming back in, but graying out almost completely, streaks of black flowing from his forehead down to his mid back. The sound of stretching cloth could be heard as his clothes were now to big for him to wear, his pants short and his shirt about to bust off of his chest.

Deep scares then began to imbed themselves along his face, to numerous to count, along with his right eyes growing in size, the pupil disappearing all together with the iris changing to that of a green and black yin-yang.

Turning to Luthien, Stich's change almost instantaneous, he would be completely unrecognizable as Stich, but known only as that of Oliver Bartholomew, "Luthien, it's been a while."