Re: {Altamira} Zachary Leos' Training.
OoC: I think I'll just leave the Zorlo/Cadenza part to you. I'm quite interesting to see what you've got planned, and Zorlo and Cadenza's part can wait for now. I'll get to work on Zachary's. ^_^
BiC: A sound caused Leos' evil laughter to end. He couldn't quite distinguish what it was, aside from the strange, almost bird song like tone that was being released into the air. Some of the things the ice innate knew it wasn't, well that was simple, was it not? It certainly wasn't a swarm of bees, wasps or other associated insects. For one, it was a single sound, not multiple; and two, the sound wasn't an annoying, buzzing noise. So what the hell was it?
The red haired youth heard the sound getting louder, and started moving towards where it seemed to be coming from: a rather large tree. The youth stood at the bottom of the tree and looked at the bird, who's singing was now loud enough to be heard through the entire meadow. The next thing Zachary heard was the churning of gears, and finally...
Snap!
The ground beneath him caved into a trap door, and the youth found himself falling.
Whoosh!
It is a strange thing when a person finds themself falling into a dark shaft. Soundless, light less dropping, as air currents kept your body speeding up ever so slightly. It was a strange thing that, as the firebrand fell, he didn't see his life flash before his eyes. Rather, he saw what he hadn't accomplished flash before his eyes. He truly was a driven person, to the point that, even in the face of death, his desire made him see what he wished to finish.
First, and foremost, the swordsman saw himself cutting down Kellson. Oh he hated the demi-angel, and wished to see Kellson's face as he was skewered upon the ice spears Zachary could make now. It wouldn't take many, and after he was done, he'd gloat some about how much better he was then the big mouthed brawler. Oh how the ice innate would savor that feeling, well, until Kellson's last breath. Then Zachary would throw his corpse off a cliff and watch as it was shredded into nothing. Man those images felt good.
The next image that the ice warrior had was of rescuing the woman he had feeling for from her... "Master" as he liked to be called. He'd get his one day, and she would be free. He would see her freed, and wouldn't let her suffer anymore. How could anyone treat a person, even a servant, the way she told him she was treated.
Lastly, the ice innate watched as he violently maimed the fencer, Zorlo. Oh how great that was. Aside from saving Lament, this was his favorite image, but then, a voice in the back of his head protested. Zorlo had helped Zachary so much. How could he simply disregard all that and kill the fencer? It didn't matter, Zorlo was evil. He deserved to die.
After falling for what felt like an eternity-even though it had only been a few seconds-the ice innate splashed into something... and not something that was pleasant. His head popped up and the smell made his eye twitch. He was covered in feces! Oh God, how could this get any more embarrassing? He almost felt he should shower at this point. This was awful.
As soon as he found the wall, even through the darkness, he pulled himself up and froze the entire lower river of waste. He walked slowly along the side, and across the frozen lakes of fecal matter. Something didn't feel right though. Almost as if the swordsman was being watched.
It sounded almost like something was moving in the ceiling above him, keeping a close eye on his every move. The feeling of being stalked was awful, and he couldn't help but shake a little bit, even though he wasn't cold. Whatever was stalking him carried one hell of a cold feeling about it. What in the world was it?
As the ice innate continued to walk, the feeling never left him, not even once. He couldn't tell what it was, and as his breaths shallowed, he suddenly rolled forwards, narrowly evading something that stabbed into the ground. It was too damn hard to see to tell what it was. Before Zachary had any concept of what was going on, he jumped back to avoid the attacker again.
As the ice innate backed away, looking at where the attacks had come from only seconds before, he suddenly heard something drop behind him. He turned slowly, his eyes looking upon the figure, the only of which he could see is the glowing red eyes. Quickly, the swordsman ducked, evading a sharpened claw whizzing over his head.
Whatever the hell this thing was, it meant business. The red haired youth turned and ran to the side, evading the icy patches he had made, and running along the crosswalks as best as he could. The sounds of his attacker following after him kept his heart and his eyes wide and his heart racing. He couldn't die, he still had all that stuff he had imagined himself doing to do yet! He wouldn't get caught, he just couldn't!
The ice innate looked back at the red, glowing eyes that stared at him. They were moving slowly near him. This bastard was mocking him! Normally, that would end in him trying to kill it, but since he couldn't see, he didn't have any idea what the hell he was fighting. Something about fighting in the dark wasn't an appealing idea, and it soon did turn out to be a good idea.
Crash!
The ice innate banged into a massive, metal sounding door. He shuffled to his feet and started trying to find a handle. The eyes grew closer and closer. Holy crap, he was going to die. Where the hell was that handle!
His hand moved faster and faster, searching every corner of the door. Finally, success. He found it, and turned it quickly. The door swung open, and the ice innate fell out, turning as fast as he could to shut the door. A quick sigh of relief as he looked at the closed door. He'd gotten out of there, and wherever he was now was lit. That was a plus. He'd survived yet another brush with death.
OoC: I hope you liked that. It seemed to flow rather smoothly, and damn did it feel fun to write... most of it, anyway.