Just Like Hitting The Restart Button.

[Claus]

OoC: I asked Warr and he said it was okay for me to post a non-NA related rp here. Cuz I need to satisfy my roleplay monster. D:

IC: Too long has he spent in that faux body, too long has he waited in the depths of that empty shell's subconcious. Claus has never been fond of pacifists, sure fighting can sometimes be pointless but any other time it's the only way. A shiver runs down his spine as he stares into a large full body mirror. "Oh how I missed you." Claus rubs his left cheek, the symbol of his people has yet to heal from his transformation from the vessal Claus had to endure for many years.

"Whose idea was it to give vessels personalities? A useless thing. I would have been fine just sitting in a casket waiting for my reborn. Anything is better than having to listen to the whining thoughts of... Lenneth." His voice shows disgust at the spew of the name. Claus' voice, something that has ceased to change over the years. Soft and light, a voice that would better suit a young boy about the age of 13. Just hitting pewperty. Due to his Hylacian blood Claus stopped aging at nineteen and will forever look this age til the day he dies.

Funny thing about death, something Claus stares deep into the eyes of every day. Who would have thought that he would fall to the blade of a simple dagger. He subsides his anger with a heavy sigh as he slips on the last bit of clothing he has chosen to wear today.

A pair of ankle height hiking boots, black in color while the shoe laces are a maroon. Hanging from a leather belt is a pair of dark blue jeans with faded strips down the front. They are slightly a wide fit around the legs, also they are long on him so they crumple at the bottoms. Tucked into the jeans is a maroon T-shirt that almost outlines his toned, slender torso.

Over this shirt is a dark blue jacket made of the same material as his jeans. Unbottoned and the collar folded, it is a perfect fit on Claus. From the forearms down are two thin faded lines. Fingerless leather gloves with metal plates on the knuckle areas are held in place by straps at the ends. Around his neck are two silver chains, attached to them are two crescent moon shaped crystals, one made of ruby and one made of sapphire.

At a height of six foot four Claus looks in the mirror one last time before heading out of his room in the castle of Alexia, his home. "This won't do... this won't do at all." Claus leans into the mirror and peers at the symbol on his face, a crescent moon with an upside down cross is placed over his left eye. With a small sigh and a perk of the lips he brushes aside some of his bangs, medium length light brown hair with blonde tips all around. He brings his hand up to it and holds, a light shines. Claus lowers his hand and the symbol has vanished.

With everything in order Claus leaves his private quarters and heads down the large halls of the famous Alexia Castle. A place that is enormous, at first sight some would assume that this place was built for a giant with it's wide hallways and monsterous rooms. Walls made of white marble, windows reaching the ceilings covered in red drapes trimmed in blue. There are probably over 1,000 rooms, not including the warrior chambers and the courtyard with all sorts of statues and other garden appliances. The most marvilous place is the throne room where a large throne covered in cushions of red and purple threads. A long red carpet reaching from the door to the seat.

With Claus' return he has ordered the servants of the Hylac to allow free passage through his castle. He has nothing to hide and so many can come and go as they please. No telling who he'd run into down these halls.

Edited November 5, 2007 by Claus

[Warr]

OOC: And he means 'monster', when he says it. D:

IC:

The wanderer, son of a wanderer, strode on. Strode on. Well, perhaps not so much 'strode' as leaped from rooftop to rooftop through the capital of Ellicore, Alexis. The figure was dressed in a clothes that were too baggy and dark to do anything but conceal his figure and identity, the color of the cloth a dark blue to the point it was bordering black, and even a hood and wrap of mask covered him.

It's a war from the depth of time.

The wanderer strode on, no weapons visible on his person, but the agile, catlike way he moved making it seem as if he was an assassin as he infiltrated the castle, moving from room to room in silence, in preparation, in perfect precision, his steps even made to match the sound of the castle guards. No one would guess he had come, no one would guess his target or when he would strike.

Not until he did, of course.

And now, as the young Delacroix did what he did, the figure watched in silence, watched and listened, before finally making his move.

The figure dropped from the rafter he had been perched on in a way that would best be described as the way a bird of prey swoops in on its prey, and as he came towards the ground, he flipped forward, a move that would land the back of his foot harshly on the Delacroix's shoulder.

The figure's visage was masked, all but one thing.

Disturbingly vivid Midnight Blue eyes.

Edited November 5, 2007 by Warr

[Claus]

Thoughts of his 'final battle' and the time he spent in the empty shell returns to his mind. A small grunt escapes his tongue. Claus can remember a time when he first met a girl by the name of Tithe. Lenneth had shown a percular interest in the girl but Claus knows deep inside he was just a horny little boy eyeballing a nice piece of...

Claus' thoughts are quickly shut off by the sound of a rafter making a faint creek. As high as the ceiling is his earing is supurb and not even a mouse can escape Claus' perception. Ever since the intruder made his way to his room Claus knew he was there. Maybe it was the scent of the familiar clothes. Or maybe it was the half-assed way the intruder moved around the castle grounds. Whatever it was Claus intecipated the attacker's moves and easily jumped to the side, avoiding the childish attack.

Claus would have drawn a weapon but seeing as how he didn't have one, or so it seems, he takes a battle stance. "Don't make me laugh." The tone in his voice indecates that he isn't going to take the attacker seriously.

[Warr]

"If I was trying to be serious, you'd be dead."

He laughed.

"But..."

The figure removed his mask and hood and made a hilarious face, making a funny noise in conjunction with this.

"Now laugh."

It was an old friend of Claus', who had been simply waiting for a proper response.

"You should really carry a weapon on at all times, because if this was a real fight..."

He chuckled. "I'd've ripped out your spine."

[Claus]

"Should you would have." These words are the only thing Claus' mind would allow him to say with such a quick response. With the invader's cocky attitude and sarcastic tones Claus immediately figures out who it is; Wakei.

Claus remembers the first fight they had. Wakei called it a training operation, but Claus knew that in some sick sense Wakei wanted to kill Claus. Escaping the depths of his memories the king of Alexia looks to Wakei with a half-hearted smirk.

"What brings you to my humble home, Wakei?"

[Warr]

"Believe it or not, space monkeys."

He looked entirely serious as he said this, before yawning and stretching, a hand hitting one of the pillars in this room ever so lightly, and the pillar shattering. Wakei's comment wasn't a boast, it was the truth, as Claus might have forgot in his switching of bodies non-sense.

"So, what's up? Attacked any random Elf Chicks just because they're Elves lately?"

Wakei was the same sort of person he always had been at the moment, it seemed.