Into the Depths of Self-Discovery (Altima)

[hadria]

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[atrb=style, height: 100px; width: 300px; opacity: 0.6; border-top: 5px solid #730000; border-bottom: 5px solid #730000;][style=font: normal 20px/18px impact; color: #730000; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; width: 220px; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.6;]ERODING AND ERODING RETURNING TO FRAGMENTS HER MEMORY OF THE PRESENT REMAINS UNTO THE SEA OF RED WHICH SHE REAPED [/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 297px; padding-left: 90px; padding-right: 78px; padding-bottom: 85px;width: 500px; background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/alphard/back_bottom_002.png), btable][atrb=style, height: 170px; width: 310px][style=font: normal 16px/10px lilyupc; color: #730000; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; width: 330px; opacity: 0.6; scrollbar-3d-light-color:#730000; scrollbar-arrow-color:#B87C7C; scrollbar-base-color:#000000; scrollbar-dark-shadow-color:#730000; scrollbar-face-color:#730000; scrollbar-highlight-color:#000000; scrollbar-shadow-color:#000000;] So much had been going on as of late, so much had changed, and so much planning had gone to waste in the blink of an eye. All the time she had spent dealing with that clown, acting the innocent girl without a clue to get closer to the Light, and attempting to lure a man with promise into a deal… it was all for naught. Everything had quickly fallen apart, the clown in question having disappeared, the naïve child she was using having vanished, and the brainiac in the cloak missing and never heard from again. She wasn’t sure how it all happened but it had and it was a rather disheartening reality to accept, to continue pressing forward through this harsh adversity. She had a goal to accomplish but every time she took one step forward it seemed she had to take two steps backwards and never made real progress. Yes for all the knowledge she had gained thus far the only thing it lead to was more questions, more riddles for her to unravel. It was irritating to say the least and the woman began to ponder if just giving up on her lofty goal was the brighter choice. Why you ask? Well because the woman in question wished to know about her origins, she wished to know how she came to be. She wasn’t a normal creature like you and I, no she was much different, far more mysterious and far more sinister than any before her. They called her a Heartless, they claimed she was a monster, they claimed she was Darkness Incarnate and yet she couldn’t come to accept it. No, it wasn’t accepting so much as believing it for despite what others claimed she was, a “Heartless”, she had already stumbled upon evidence that suggested otherwise. Indeed, her frequent stops at Hollow Bastion to read the numerous texts that filled the shelves of the library had seemingly thrown that possibility out of the window completely. In those books it was said that a Heartless was a being with no heart, hence the apt name, and that such creatures could not feel nor think. While this was certainly true for most of that species it did not hold true for her, it was the exact opposite for this woman. Yes, thinking seemed to be all she ever did, the ability of cognitive thoughts not being lost upon her and something she exercised day after day. With each moment her thoughts wandered, pondering what she was, what made her this way, and what was the purpose of her existence? If she were a Heartless who’s purpose was to simply harvest hearts from unsuspecting victims than surely thinking wasn’t necessary. All that required was power so why had she been given the ability to think critically? Not only that but if she was a Heartless what had made her this way? She was a being that not only possessed great intelligence but had also been given a body in the form of a human, a beautiful one at that. She had never seen any mention of human-like Heartless in the countless texts she read which begged the question, if she was a Heartless, why was she given a human form unlike her kin? With all that in mind it was incredibly difficult for her to believe she was a Heartless, not out of a form of pride or something silly just simple reasoning. None of the traits she exhibited would make sense if she were a Heartless, especially the emotions she felt or at least seemed to. Yes, that was another paradoxical note of her existence, her ability to feel what seemed to be emotions according to the standard definition. Indeed, throughout her short but eventful life, she had experienced many different types of feelings, feelings that one would normally label as emotions. Excitement, rage, sadness, disappointment, joy, happiness, envy, admiration, and so many others had all at one point inhabited her body or rather her “heart” if she were to believe the words of a certain researcher. Said researcher seemed to believe that among other things the defining trait among Heartless was their lack of a heart and thus the inability to feel emotions. He claimed that for one to experience what humans called “feelings” a heart was necessary. And yet if the woman in question were a Heartless, a being with no heart, how would one explain the emotions she seemed to feel? Had she perhaps been given a heart as well even if it seemed to serve no purpose in what the typical agenda was for a Heartless? Or was the researcher wrong in his claim that a heart was necessary to feel and that all one required was a brain to do so? Who could say, who could know and despite all her zealous study and travel from world to world in hopes for an answer, the woman had not gotten any closer to the truth. She had yet to come across any answers that held sufficient logic behind them or that happened to satisfy her expectations. It really seemed like a futile struggle to continue this quest in hopes for an answer, it seemed much more logical to simply give up. She could go back to the life she used to lead, the life of ignorance where all she did was slay without hesitation or reason. Back to when the sight of blood sent shivers down her spine which wouldn’t stop until anything breathing within a mile radius was dead. Back to when torturing, maiming, and destroying people was a hobby of hers that she practiced day after day to improve her craft. Back to when she knew nothing of Heartless, Nobodies, and every other odd creature she might be and could give a rat’s ass. But… it was too late, she really couldn’t return to those times, she had changed since then and was changing even more so now as she turned the page of the book in her hands. ”Mph” escaped her lips as she seemed to receive a paper cut from the text she was reading. The bead of blood that formed on the tip of her finger quickly caught her attention, captivating her as she watched it trail down the length of her finger. Yes, her eyes followed it every step of the way as it slowly made its way down, tantalizing her and sending a shiver down her spine. When it had reached the base of her index finger she would place the tip of her tongue against it, stopping it as she licked up to where the wound was located. When she reached the top of her finger she would press it against her tongue before sucking on the tip of her finger lightly and letting the crimson liquid delight her tasted buds for but a moment. Pulling her head back, she would smile lightly as she stared at the quickly coagulating wound and placed the book in her other hand down. Closing her eyes briefly, she would swallow the blood down, allowing it to reach the pit of her stomach before letting out a satisfied sigh and opening her eyes once more. ”Well I suppose not everything about me has changed… Sapor cruentus adhuc incito,” she said to no one in particular, merely entertaining herself for the moment. [/style]

[atrb=style, height: 10px; opacity: 0.6;][style=font: normal 12px/9px lilyUPC; color: #B87C7C; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 320px; background-color: #730000; padding: 5px;]TURN: N/A TAGS: Hadria, Altima, good times SONG: Into the Depths of Self-Discovery OTHER: Hope you enjoy and I figured I’d let you make your own entrance as opposed to doing the standard “Why hello there,” type deal. Also the translation for the Latin is roughly "The taste of blood still excites me" although it may be a bit off (haven't used my Latin in a LONG time)[/style]

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[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]An ally it said? Curiously she moved through the thicket of trees surrounding the only building clearly visible on this patch of land. Under the elegant robes, her hands clanked slightly and swayed with a bit of force as she moved closer to the erected pillar. The craftsman who designed it was surely without fear of the effects war had upon a world, for there was hardly anything around that prevented a large scale attack upon it. Which made the seraph ponder as to what else could it house that allowed the master of the keep to have such confidence in their home? She thought back to not only the dark ages of Ivalice's grand history, but the golden age and the mid-life the land had seen. Hermits and sages fancied such architectures, away from it all and defended their keep with either mythical creatures or a combination of complex sorcery and runes. Minus the creatures that do not seem to be something a lightbearer would house, the angel had to wonder if there were even magical properties awaiting to defend against her like siegemen in formation. This trip grew more bothersome by the second. Almost to the point where there was no need to even be here. Then came the useful addition to the moment.[/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns:	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]A strange mushroom heartless, unlike the others who were behind the angel, was leading the path through the forest. Rewinding back to when she first appeared, the angel was ambushed by creatures no stronger than a peon in the grand scale of things. Nobodies, heartless, they both still seemed very potent in the worlds within this universe. At least to some. Altima had two nobodies being dragged along by the collar, or swords rather. Two Berserkers had one sword each, impaled through the neck deeply. Their way of walking was slower than normal, as if one had broken their bones everywhere except the brain and below the waistline. Both nobodies obeyed, making the angel wonder if these creatures were evolving. She yanked the chain that was attached to swords, making the lumbering pair stumble forward. Nobodies and Heartless were not supposed to be smart, nor have any sort of fear to give. Yet time and time again, she saw traits of such feelings inside. A more accurate description to these creatures, would have been they were like primal creatures. They understood threats and a food chain, thus the reason why the creatures did not always attack those who had a greater power than them. An exception would be the keybearers, who threw these fiends into a frenzy. She had recently visited the keyblade graveyard, and noticed the loyalty the weapon had internally. It was this power perhaps, that drove the Nobodies and the Heartless to always try and challenge the greater force; despite knowing that it will lose. Or it could be that Altima was giving the creatures too much credit entirely! "Either way, neither side has given me much reason to worry. It would be pleasant to see a change though. These bulges of darkness and their husks could be so much more." the angel spoke to herself, still following the hopping mushroom into the clearing. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- I's- Nemesis	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]They stepped forth into the clearing and the dense magical force surrounding the tower answered some questions the angel had. Her guide, the rather cute mushroom Heartless turned about and pranced in place for a moment. It had appeared so suddenly in a fashion like her own mastery of teleportation would conjure. Though it could not speak, the mushroom had guided her without hindrance through the magical forest upon an efficient route. Much like her spies reported earlier, the angel felt this heartless also guided her to something of value. Its eyes had that look to it, even with the blank stare its species was known for. 'follow m...e....and...i...sHo...w you....some...thinG...int...erest...ing...' That was the message it gave the angel. Now at their destination, she nodded her approval and the little companion moved to side. If only more living beings could act this way. It would make exchanges advance that much smoother. The dark eyes of the lucavi fell onto this slender female, just as she was enjoying a taste of her own blood. Flowing red hair, a penchant for loose clothing, and eyes with hints of madness. Not to mention, a distorted image through her scion's gaze. This one was without a doubt, a heartless like the ones she slaughtered before; though there were differences. Peculiar differences. Such as the madness and human form. Not humanoid, but a clearly feminine figure. She did dress as if ravaged by a pack of wild beasts, but Altima wouldn't complain about that today. Anything was better in the evolutionary process from a simple minded fang bearer. Wasn't that something she was just musing not too long ago? The angel dismissed her musings and sharply whipped the chained anchors forward, bringing the berserker nobodies down to their knees at her side. It was precisely placed to where the handles of the decorated silver blades were ready to be grabbed, as that was exactly what the angel did. She gripped her ornate weapon, and ripped it free from the near-death corpses. Altima did forget that the chain was on the other side, which made for a rather severe splitting headache for the two nobodies. As their large bodies disappeared in a bubbly mess, the lucavi swiped her weapons clean and placed them back into the holsters on her ankles. Her attention was on this creature, for now came the picking process to see just how much more she appeared to be compared to her brethren. "Discarded or ravaged? I cannot seem to decide which you appear more to be, though your taste for your own blood is befitting for a fool sentenced to the madhouse. There are better sources to check in preparation for life's banquet, should you choose to attend." [/style]

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[hadria]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 297px; padding-left: 90px; padding-right: 78px; padding-bottom: 85px;width: 500px; background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/alphard/back_bottom_002.png), btable][atrb=style, height: 170px; width: 310px][style=font: normal 16px/10px lilyupc; color: #730000; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; width: 330px; opacity: 0.6; scrollbar-3d-light-color:#730000; scrollbar-arrow-color:#B87C7C; scrollbar-base-color:#000000; scrollbar-dark-shadow-color:#730000; scrollbar-face-color:#730000; scrollbar-highlight-color:#000000; scrollbar-shadow-color:#000000;] As the minute amount of blood slid down her throat, the “Heartless” in question soon heard the footfalls of others, specifically hulking footsteps that seemed rather… trying. Yes, it sounded like whatever creatures were approaching her we’re doing their hardest to do so, perhaps a prior injury hampering their movement significantly. It was of little concern to her though as she did not turn back to face the possible threat, more interested in the source of darkness that accompanied these footfalls. Yes, there was one more being present among these pained footfalls and it was a being with great power, perhaps a power on par with Kefka’s. No, actually it seemed to be a greater power than that irritating clown, one that even she could acknowledge despite her lack of proficiency in sensing the hearts of others. Yet another odd facet of her existence really, this “Heartless” seemed to lack the ability to sense hearts as effectively as her supposed kin. Sure she could sense one’s heart if it were particularly strong, whether it be filled with light or darkness, but she couldn’t utilize that sense in battle. If one were to sneak up on her it was actually possible to catch her off guard but that wasn’t very relevant for the time being. No, from what she could tell whoever had decided to drop in on her whilst she fancied the taste of her own blood was not looking for a fight. Were that the case, surely she would have already been attacked and if the person in question had any sort of cognitive ability, they wouldn’t have brought creatures with such heavy feet. Indeed, a sneak attack whilst the “Heartless” was so enticed with the sight and taste of the crimson liquid that flowed through her veins would have been prudent. With that possibility eliminated the only other reasonable assumption would have been much like her they had happened upon this world by chance. The paradoxical red-head hadn’t intended to come here whilst traveling through the Corridors of Darkness and it was mere chance, a whim of fate that brought her here. And what good it had done her so far, the texts she had read thus far having proved rather useless in answering her questions. The majority of them were texts of arcane arts and while they were of slight interest they were nothing she hadn’t seen before. It was with this thought that she began to ponder her departure but the sound of blades being promptly pulled from flesh and then sheathed halted that train of thought. She had yet to turn around yet but listened to the words spoken from the guest that had invited themselves into the tower, a small smile curving against her lips. This one was certainly a talker, one with a rather profound use of vernacular, a pleasant change from what the “Heartless” typically had to deal with. Yes, she had begun to have the impression that all those that were evil were either hysterical lunatics like the clown, or broody silent types with a hidden agenda like Mordred. Yet this one spoke with a much more… commanding tone sort of speak, and without even turning back to look at the person talking to her she could tell this being was more respectable than those two. It seemed to her that this person in question was more of an intellectual and spoke rather bluntly at least for those with a decent enough vocabulary to understand her. That was a person she could come to like certainly, and maybe, as slim as the chances may be, this person could tell her exactly what she was. ”Well I’ve certainly partaken in other sources for this craving of mine and oft do but it would be unwise to let the crimson water that sustains my own life go to waste,” she started, turning around to face the stranger, ”In regards to whether I have been discarded or ravaged I must say that’s quite a rude remark to make toward someone you’ve just met and haven’t had the courtesy to introduce yourself to. Your callousness aside, I shall preempt you and begin with my introduction, I am Hadria Incarnatus although do feel free to call me Hadria for the sake of brevity. It is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Whatever your name happens to be and let me compliment you on your impressive vernacular, it is quite remarkable,” she added, taking a short moment to pause in case the other party wished to introduce themselves immediately after. Whether an introduction occurred or not, Hadria would continue a moment later after turning around and grabbing the book she had been reading moments ago. It was a habit of hers but even if a book wasn’t particularly interesting she felt compelled to finish what she started not allowing things to go unfinished. It was another peculiar trait she exhibited unlike your run of the mill Heartless, creatures not exactly known for their intelligence or drive to finish the job. While that was true, Hadria wasn’t going to be impolite and give her guest the cold shoulder and thus parted her lips to speak once more. ”Also this mention of a banquet I could join has me slightly intrigued… may I ascertain as to what task you have in mind for me should I attend?” she started, turning the page of the book in hand, ”For if it’s an arduous battle I see little reason to assist you, my existence alone provides me plenty of frequent scuffles to entertain me. Unless of course there is something of value to me should I grace said banquet with my presence, then perhaps you can persuade me still,” she explained, still continuing to read but dividing her attention to also focus on whatever this banquet planner said next. She had high expectations for a woman with such a profound vocabulary, Hadria hoping that the response wouldn’t be something dull and of little relevance. If anything, the creature wished to speak more than necessary as coming across a being who didn’t speak like a commoner was not a frequent occurrence. Even if it means beating around the bush a little and not telling her what I want,

[/i] she mused as she turned yet another page of the book In hand.

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[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]A slight look of pleasure was painted onto the angel's pale face. One befitting of a child who had come across a soon-to-be plaything. Be it that this woman turned into such an object, that was to be determined; there were other plans though that could be used right off the bat. Some of the best pieces, after all, weren't always the stalwart knights on the chessboard. The crimson eyes looked over Hadria once more, seemingly sizing up what she could possibly do. Physical appearances were deceiving in this time era, but a personality was not. This 'thing' had intelligence, and a lot of it. She was a learner, though her experience was still in its infancy. Altima's first hint at this fact would have been Hadria's use of vocabulary in her retort. Every vocal tick was present, as was the cute attempts at a hidden meaning. Pleasant change of pace, but her attempts were forced. Perhaps it was just because the woman did not know any better, or it was just that she simply did not use her vocabulary as often as it should be. The world was riddled with knaves who knew naught but the cries and whelps of their selfishness. And the war calls of invading armies. That one though, didn't need any explanation. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns:	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"You need not try and impress me with word games Incarnatus. The last thing one would wish to impose upon you is your namesake, for a religious gathering is wrought with tunneled minds of delusional preachings. Nothing but feed for the meal of the demons, who grow fat amongst the corpses of the damned. Much similar to those who fight under their self-proclaimed justice and light, shielded and accustomed to mindless boars of a darkness." Altima spoke in a much kinder voice, albeit the last portion was spat out with a hint of vehemence. Boars, much like the wild beast of Artemis, had a lot of pride. Simple minded, but fiercely powerful when agitated. Too easy was it to play an evil deed and be branded a villain. Too long has this world been deprived of chaos of a darker breed. Altima had to wonder about this one, who seemed to have had a bit of experience under one with such qualities. Her eyes said a lot, as did the rather hasty move to split her attention in the presence of the High-Seraph. This level of ignorance would never be tolerated under normal circumstances. Yet now, it spoke out more for Hadria's character than it did in trying Altima's patience. She did have a lot of that after all. You can't survive eons of cycles without learning how to filter out manners such as these. Besides, this Hadria person was trying to play the witcher's role in this game. A game where words were as powerful as impaling traitorous rats by the stake. Letting a hidden message stay behind a coy lure, all the while keeping the momentum under one's comfort speed. Such was the premise for the witcher's game. Something she did not see others attempting to play too frequently. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- I's- Nemesis	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"A banquet has many courses, some of which are just as prime as the carving of the roast for the lords. Lords who you've seen grown complacent with their comforts. In their grandest dreams they feel that the world is in their hands. The grubbious of fingers wrestling to grip the true view upon what goes in this world." Altima mused, figuring now was a time to change the pace of this encounter. There would be other times for fluffy talks. She turned to face Hadria square, then sat into a levitating seated position. Crossing her legs over with dignity, the angel got straight to the point, "Sparing the rounding maze of words we will inevitably toss at each other, I find your existence rather intriguing. One young as yourself, simply laying stationary in this realm and without proper cause? Discriminated for one's beliefs and forced to be condemned under this era's social expectations. I seek to abolish such ideals, and remind those who have forgotten what the world's truths are." There was more. Much more, but a fair play for what the heartless had given in return. [/style]

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[hadria]

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[/i] the “Heartless” mused as Altima began contributing to the conversation. As if to confirm her assumptions, the woman that had happened upon Hadria continued to use that profound vocabulary of hers, impressing the creature further. Yes, this woman was very sharp no doubt and it would seem judging by the tone of the last sentence she spoke she wasn’t particularly fond of those who fought for “good”. It was a sentiment the “Heartless” could agree with, it was quite difficult to like people that constantly attacked you and were more often than not uneducated buffoons. Indeed, they seemed to come and try to best her in combat every other day when she was otherwise minding her own business. She did not go out of her way to find those rats, quite the opposite; they hunted her down relentlessly, never giving up on attempting to slay her. Why they were so zealous in this objective she could never understand, it wasn’t like she had done anything to wrong those that had attacked her up to this point. Sure, she had racked up quite a body count thus far, not sure if she was in the hundreds or thousands by now but that was irrelevant. Whom she killed did not affect them, they were just self-righteous blowhards simply fulfilling their own selfish desire in wanting to be some sort of hero.

Well to be fair, it’s not like I ever try to convince them otherwise, spilling their blood is far more entertaining than doing that,[/i] she mused, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Whatever the case the woman behind her continued to speak, still not having introduced herself but despite her earlier comment Hadria wasn’t concerned. No, her name was irrelevant, all that mattered was that she continued speaking and kept the conversation flowing at a steady pace. And that she did, her next words giving Hadria a little more information on the type of individual she was chatting with, the metaphor not being lost on the “Heartless”. Indeed, it seemed that this individual despised those that fought for “Light” with a fiery passion, stating that they believed the universe revolved around them more or less. It was another sentiment the red-head could agree with, having encountered far too many “paragons of justice” that believed they were untouchable among other things.

Yes, many of them believed in “honor”, “friendship”, and “good always triumphs over evil” as if they had been brainwashed to believe such silly ideals. The fact of the matter was though that the world did not work that way, no it was far drearier and fate had a harsh bite when it struck you. “Honor” only lasted until one was at the end of their rope and would go to any lengths to accomplish their goal regardless of whom their actions affected. “Friendship” was a fragile bond in a chain that could break with even the slightest amount of pressure being applied, snapping and withering into pieces. And the phrase “good always triumphs over evil” were it true, would certainly mean a creature such as Hadria would not be standing and musing over such things. Too many “lords” held these ideals and imposed them upon others without restraint, too caught up in their own little worlds to see reality for what it was. In short, Hadria was in full agreement with her visitor on that point and having been entertained so much by this woman decided to give her full attention.

Thus, she would turn around to face the well-spoken stranger, both of them seeming to have the same idea and meeting halfway in their turns. Now facing her guest, Hadria would lean against a table nearby, gripping the edge of the table as she presented a smile that seemed sweet on the outside hinted at a much darker person behind it. She would take this time to examine the stranger, sizing her up as she stood ever so elegantly with her legs cross and floating in the air. Once again, the red-head was intrigued by the woman, not because of her ability to levitate, a simple parlor trick really, but because of her appearance. Indeed, it seemed so deliciously ironic that a being who looked more akin to an angel than anything else was actually a demon that was plotting nefarious deeds.

And the feeling was mutual for the words that spilled out of her mouth were far more direct than earlier and dived straight into the heart of the matter. As Hadria had figured was the case, the “angel” in front of her wished to abolish the ideals and expectations that told her and others like her that what they did was wrong. Indeed, it seemed the “angel” wished to remind the “lords” of how the world truly operated and that their grip on it was tenuous at best. Her eyes closed briefly thinking on these words before opening once more, the smile still spread across her lips as they parted to speak.

”Well that certainly is an interesting goal you have in mind there and while I won’t speak falsehoods and claim it wouldn’t make life easier if such change were to occur, it is not something I desire more so than say a good book,” the “Heartless” started, motioning her head over to the many books that lined the shelves nearby, ”However, having provided me the opportunity to speak with someone on the same level as me intellectually, I won’t offer you nothing for your efforts. Thus let me ask you a question, what is it that you find so intriguing about my existence? I imagine you have already made some rather accurate deductions regarding it but if you could humor me and go into detail I would certainly appreciate it. Perhaps along that train of thought you may also deduce what it is I truly desire and if you can provide me such knowledge I would feel much more inclined to serve you,” she explained, her eyes gazing directly into those belonging to the “angel” as she waited for a satisfying response.

You have yet to disappoint me after all,[/i]

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[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Equal. A philosophy preached loosely within the realm of man, much like the promises between lovers. It was so easy to claim one was within the parameters of what their eyes perceived to be the truth; forever led on by their ego. Something she had once thought those peons of the heart lacked the capability of having. Apparently though, this Hadria Incarnatus was not like that. She thought. She felt. She had a bit of a sadistic twist to her silver tongue. That was appealing to the angel. Sadism was a sign of affinity towards control. And control was bred from the cunning. "Equivalent says the darkspawn of a felled heart? Doth thou not know the pace in which one must move at in order to pleasure the body of the silver tongue? There's simply naught but signs of growth awaiting for the filling to a gutted husk, as the lightsworn have treated you." Altima spoke softly, waving her fingers about in the air to craft letters from her magic's residue. The flickers of red light were delicate like thread, but danced through the gentle breeze that remained in the area. As if the air itself was her parchment, her finger etched out the letters A, L, T, I, M, and A in a self-stylized calligraphy. Each letter slowly moved towards the base of Hadria's white dress, wrapping itself harmlessly into a slow orbit before appearing towards the top right of the heartless's area of vision. She had formed them to appear in a location in Hadria's line of sight that was very similar to how authors signed their own works. Western authors at least. Altima~ [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns:	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]A little wind to her finger tips separated the strand of magical energy, and allowed the angel to cup the tip of her chin between the index and middle men of her hand. Hadria had brought up the topic of worth. Something she, even while appearing human, had no doubt was tied to because of who she was. Altima knew this from the cycle. People, be it men or beast, sought worth. Gods too, as she had learned to accept through repeated humbling experiences. "Servitude? Is that the thread in which your mind attempts in weaving some sort of logic into this peculiar situation Ms. Incarnatus?" Altima inquired in a sarcastic plead, raising an eyebrow to this prospect. "I do not need another slab of meat whose purpose is to be gouged in splendor to the ideal. Such would be a waste upon the eden that stands before the gates. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Kawaii Kenji	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]This being was not something you could simply send to the front lines of a war. It was not in her nature. Only those who would stare at an abstract piece and immediately scoff at it could pull off such an act of blasphemy. No. Hadria had much more to offer. Something deeper. Something she had once thought was within the heart of a fellow comrade. This essence that Altima had deduced, was something that drove a bit of caution into the scion's plans. She had died by the climax to a betrayal that had started from the seeds such as this. One who held a veil over their presence. Something that she, could not quantify; and would require a risk in order to grow. A risk that may very well place the angel back into death's maws. Oh how the gods must have laughed at the constant fumbling that this fallen saint was forced to endure. Altima though, was no coward before the unknown. It had been quite some time since she came across one who could potentially act the role that was given to her. All it would take was another dose of faith, one that held nothing that could be derived from the darkness within the sealed heart. "Fufun~" Altima giggled to herself, breaking eye contact for the first time in this conversation. She would need to project the next phase with the masterful weaving of silence from the eyes and well chosen words. Slowly did the angel begin to re-lock onto the heartless. The crimson orbs drifting along the azimuth of this three dimensional plane. As they rose upon the Y axis, more of Altima's magical force leaked out into the area. All the wells began to rise in the sudden freedom mysteriously granted by Ivalice's lucavi leader. Her magic pulsating outward like one's heart; in synchronization with the clicks in angle that the demonic eyes were at. 1...the final yelp of a wolf. A soulless gaze could barely be seen. 2...lovers shattered through the egotistical values of their own, amidst the tears of the skies. Another pulse that silenced even the proudest roar of thunder. 3...a mother's body lain out into the sun, failing as the carrier to the unborns. Hadria may have blinked under the unsurprising resistance to the pressure of presence, or perhaps she was like the others. Sweat dare not move without being threatened of eradication. Pupils dilating under the stress belonging to the weak and the cautious. Or maybe she reacted normally? Normal was good. Normal meant there was nothing wrong in that system. That she had finally attained a level that could forever sustain her needs. Altima, who stood over five corpse distances away, now stood near bust to bust distance of Hadria; gazing upwardly from her smaller stature and no longer hovering above the ground. Her warm breath tickling the exposed mid rift of the dress, and radiating an offbeat note. One of acceptance, yet openly challenging her. The message that sat between the boundaries between the vulgar passion of the dark, and the settling bosom of light's comfort. "Truth will always illuminate the outline of the light. I simply do not stay my hand in its presence." [/style]

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[hadria]

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[atrb=style, height: 100px; width: 300px; opacity: 0.6; border-top: 5px solid #730000; border-bottom: 5px solid #730000;][style=font: normal 20px/18px impact; color: #730000; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; width: 220px; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.6;]ERODING AND ERODING RETURNING TO FRAGMENTS HER MEMORY OF THE PRESENT REMAINS UNTO THE SEA OF RED WHICH SHE REAPED [/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 297px; padding-left: 90px; padding-right: 78px; padding-bottom: 85px;width: 500px; background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/alphard/back_bottom_002.png), btable][atrb=style, height: 170px; width: 310px][style=font: normal 16px/10px lilyupc; color: #730000; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; width: 330px; opacity: 0.6; scrollbar-3d-light-color:#730000; scrollbar-arrow-color:#B87C7C; scrollbar-base-color:#000000; scrollbar-dark-shadow-color:#730000; scrollbar-face-color:#730000; scrollbar-highlight-color:#000000; scrollbar-shadow-color:#000000;] And the ever pleasing display by the “angel” in front of her continued, Hadria not disappointed in the least and becoming more and more enchanted. Indeed, this girl was tantalizing, her refined way of speech, her subtle gestures, and a demeanor that made the “Heartless” feel rather secure around her. Yes, this girl seemed rather reliable among other things and it would be a pleasant change of pace from the brooding Nobody and the foolish clown. In fact every “villain” she had met thus far had disappointed her, they were all so narrow-minded, irritating, or otherwise unable to satisfy her. This girl was different though, much different and with each passing second the impression she was putting on Hadria grew stronger and stronger. Adoration probably wouldn’t be the right word; no respect would be more fitting to describe the “feeling” Hadria had towards this increasingly intriguing piece on the chessboard of life. She could move however she wished and could adjust to any change in pace, comparing her to a Queen seemed like an apt choice. Whatever the case, Hadria would remain silent as the next act was performed in front of her, that dark twisted smile only becoming wider. Yes the next little action taken by the sorceress was a far more theatrical way of passing on her name to the Heartless than verbally. Instead of speaking it, the woman took the time to write it in the air, a meager display in terms of magic but certainly entertaining. Indeed, the letters wrapped around her, a small “hmph” escaping her lips as she watched them circle around before hovering above her line of vision. And now the name of this ever increasingly witch was known, a name that would be forever remembered by the “Heartless” for all eternity… Altima. ”It is a pleasure to meet you Altima,” she added as the letters in the air quickly vanished and the witch parted those enticing lips. And once again the image the red-head had on Altima was only reinforced, rather pleased that the sorceress could see more worth in her than most. Indeed, the offers for her loyalty in the form of servitude weren’t very serious; in fact they were simply bait to size Altima up. Indeed, Hadria didn’t wish to get into bed with any more idiots that couldn’t fulfill her needs, that couldn’t see her for what she was worth. While she was an incredible fighter, her talents extended far beyond combat and she did not have the desire to take over the universe. All she wished for was the knowledge to put her incessant questions that she asked herself every day to rest for the rest of her days. All she wished for was to be given a purpose greater than what was the norm for “Heartless”, the purpose of a harvester of hearts. All she wished for was someone she could see as equal and could provide her interesting and eventful days for the remainder of her life. And she certainly seems like she could do it,[/red] she mused and remained silent although showed that she was pleased with Altima’s response. The giggle escaping those lips also delighted her, certain that a laugh out of the sorceress was foreshadowing of even more entertaining theatrics to follow. And that it did, a sudden influx of magical power filling the area, Hadria’s eyes narrowing slightly as she let out her own little laugh. This was just a tad more impressive, not the amount of magical power that the witch had but that she was able to use it for more than destruction. Too many fools existed both in reality and in fantasy that grew drunk with their power and couldn’t use it for anything constructive. Yes, such displays were often boring and only erected a yawn from the “Heartless” so this use of magic was far more pleasing to see. Not only to see but to feel, the sensation of such weightlessness being one that she couldn’t mimic with her own set of abilities. Indeed, the witch continued to delight her with every move she made, the red-head perhaps even becoming so much as smitten by this precious sorceress. Whatever the case, Hadria would lean back in the air with her arms crossed; making sure to pay close attention to what followed this act. It didn’t disappoint as it was another thought-provoking show that already had the gears in Hadria’s mind turning as another laugh escape her thin lips. Yes for when she attempted to avert her gaze to a random direction to try and throw the sorceress off, her attempts were utterly futile. Everywhere her eyes traveled the words immediately followed, almost as if in sync with the creature’s mind and soul, assuming she had one of those. Whatever the case, the show ended with those few phrases being thrown about and the red-heads body would once again be bound by the laws of gravity. Landing softly, her smile curved into a grin as Altima stepped toward her, the distance between them only a few inches at best. The soft touch of Altima’s breath did not escape her notice either, a small shiver being sent down her back as it passed between the crevice. Nor did the expression on Altima’s face escape her notice, that expression alone speaking more words than one could ever hope to speak. And with a closer look upon those lips as they parted to slip a few more words in the air, the “Heartless” was completely captivated. Narrowing her eyes, Hadria would reach her right hand toward Altima’s chin, gripping it firmly in between her thumb and her index finger, locking it in place. ”And that is a sentiment I can agree upon with all my heart,” she whispered as her head dipped and she moved forward. She took her time to inch closer and closer, building up the suspense before pressing her lips against that of the sorceress that had bewitched her. It was a tender kiss, perhaps one could even call it a peck although it lasted for quite some time, the Heartless wanting to enjoy. She was a slave to this overpowering desire that had come over her, a desire that could rival even her incredible bloodlust and murderous intent. It was a “feeling” that she had never experienced before and a defining trait of Hadria’s personality was she took what she wanted when she wanted. And with a small nibble on Altima’s bottom lip the “Heartless” would finally pull back, releasing the grip on Altima’s chin as she smiled. ”It seems you made an astute observation earlier,” Hadria began, her smile curving wider, ”skipping the rounding maze of words was for the best,” [/style]

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