Helping it Along

[Onira]

Onira walked through the town, the slight clacking of his black dress-shoes becoming evident, but lost in the busy streets. The simple things, lost in the busy streets. Simple men, lost in the crowds, no one caring in the least. It was a community here, but even a community has it's outcasts. It's forgotten ones. In the end, it was all one could do to help those in need. Help the cause along.

A small man, maybe five feet six, very thin. He sat in a pile of blankets, his clothing ragged, and his body too weak to even move his own weight. He was sleeping at the corner of a dark alleyway, lost in the eyes of passers by. How cruel fate was. Just because this one man had not enough power to be magical, he was disregarded. Thrown away like trash. However, one chose to remember this man. Onira. His hair's almost impossible shine. Glowing in the sunlight, catching the eyes of many. However, all that caught Onira's eye was the homeless male sitting in his blankets. He needed food. Or at least, energy. There was one way to give him energy. A skill Onira had been practicing as of late, but never considered it a great alchemic power.

The young man walked deep into the alleyway, finding a random piece of coal. He never knew why, but he always seemed to be able to find coal in the alleyways. Strange.

Onira picked up a piece of coal, placing his hand against it. He knew this would only work for maybe a few hours, but even so, if the man got it to the store, he'd get a good three hundred bucks, then he could get some food for himself. A light flashed on the piece of coal, transforming it into a diamond through alchemic pressure. It was large, and very beautiful. Maybe more like five hundred bucks for it.

The bond-haired male walked to the homeless man, placing the diamond and a note on his chest, then placing a hand on his chest. Time for his newly studied technique. By focusing on the adrenaline in the man's body, Onira could speed it up, giving hims a newly revised energy. As soon as it happened, Onira disappeared through a wall, closing it back up again. Hopefully he had helped. And if he did, he did it legally too.

The young man stepped back onto the street, feeling well that another had been helped through the science of alchemy. A beautiful thing.

["The Priest"]

As the smug looking young man, who, no doubt had just helped someone, stepped out into the street, he ran smack dab into The Priest.

The Priest was easily bigger than the man, as he was one of the biggest men in the city. Few were taller, and few less were stronger. It only seemed that the teachers could take Priest, and even then, they had a rough go of it.

As the two bounded off each other, well, more like Onira bounded off of him, the Priest spoke.

Careful, where you step now-a-days young man. Your bound to run into something bigger than yourself.

[Onira]

"Heheh..."

Onira ran into a wall of a man, stopping him instantly. He could feel, not so much a feeling of fear as a feeling of anxiety. Like he didn't know what to expect, and it sort of creeped him out. And rightfully so by the looks of it.

The young man's eyes widened, his violet orbs rotating upwards to see the top of the mountainous one infront of him. That feeling, almost intensifying at the sight of the huge thing he had run into. Instantly the glow of his hair receeded, the sunlight blocked out from the figure.

"Heheh, sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you like that."

Onira's mind was buzzing. The thought of using the bind technique was starting to become an option, and by the build of the man, it looked like it might become reality soon enough. He figured he was fast enough to take him if the need be, although hitting him might be not so great. He didn't look like he'd go down too easily, but so be it. A nice cement cage should hold him, but all of this would have to wait for the reaction of Priest. For the the time, one just had to be prepared.

"Sorry."

["The Priest"]

The Priest chuckled. This kid was one edge. The vibrations of energy he gave out were massive, almost as if he were itching for a fight.

Well, he wouldn't have any of that in the city.

Settle down young man. You wouldn't want to give someone the wrong impression.

What is your name, youngin?

[Onira]

(OOC: Well, I don't really like trying to post longer, so I'm going to just get straight to the point. XD)

Onira slumped at the words of the stranger. Youngin? He didn;t like that word. Sure he was short for seventeen, in comparison to some. But youngin? Eck.

"Don't call me that!"

Onira then stood, hunched over, not really sulking, but if it were an anime, you'd probably see that sort of show on his forehead, and maybe a big red vein.

"And I was only getting ready cause, well, you look sort of menacing. No offence."

Onira wasn't so nervous anymore, mostly because he was too busy being mad.

["The Priest"]

The Priest didn't laugh this time. A smirk, yes, but no laugh. He itched his cheek, unvoluntarilly, a force of habit will you.

Oh.. Well, you are young. Compared, to myself, of course.

And I meant no menacement. But, you are being very uncurteous, you didn't tell me your name...

The jewel on the totem on his back (The one in the signature that he is holding) started to pulsate a low green.\

[Onira]

"Well, yeah, I guess I am a little."

Onira thought about. Although a common reaction would be, "what's there to think about", Onira only really ever thought about unimportant things. However, that was his thing. Think about stupid things. It was his forte. However, something broke his thought process.

"Well, yeah, I guess I didn't tell you my name. It's Onira. And let's just leave it at that."

Onira held a toothy grin. He was pretty happy now. He had met someone. Fairly large as well. And although he didn't like being called "youngin", he dealt with it.

"What would your name be?"

["The Priest"]

The Priest smirked back, his face still cast almost entirely in shadow. His hat was a magical item, found on one of his many travels, and it casts its user in any amount of shadown he wanted. Although if one peered long and close enough, they could see his eyes, he hardly was ever in contact for anyone long enough for that to happen.

He shifted, and looked down the street, people bustling, a woman running into another man while she was jabbering on her cellphone.

Good question, my new friend. The people, around here, call me "The Priest", although I don't know why. Maybe its the confessional I run, or something.

Anyways, I'm a Necromancer. Its quite redundant, I know, but I do what I can... What about yourself? You look more like a humanist...

[Onira]

Onira flinched on the inside at these words. A necromancer. Well, they can bring the undead, and aren't generally loved, but I'm a nice guy. I judge people on what they do in the present. Not in their past. I must remember. That is my way. Onira just replied, with a bit of a smile. He was now more interested in necromancy than he was scared of it. But then again, that was just him. He could change his attitude in the blink of an eye. A strange fellow indeed.

"Cool! So, you can like bring the dead back to life or something?"

It then hit Onira. Maybe necromancy could ressurect his master. But no. He knew enough that necromancy didn't generally bring back the spirit. Just the packaging.

"Well, me, I'm an alchemist, It's actually sort of cool."

It was then Onira noticed out of the corner of his eye the homeless man walking out of a jewelery store, carrying about five-hundred bucks. Onira grinned at this. Alchemy was there to help, not to hurt. Atleast that was his philosophy. Sure, sometimes one had to kill dumb, evil creatures to save the life of another, but that was just what happened. The monsters weren't supposed to be there anyway. It was there fault for coming through.

["The Priest"]

The Priest began to walk, motioning for the young man to walk with him. As they began to walk, The Priest drove his hands into his pockets, and pulled out a small statuette, of a skeletal looking figure. It looked just like...



The figurine seemed to make a screeching noise when The Priest spoke...

Yes... now, let me return that little figure.

His name, that statuette, is Loki. He was a powerful wizard, before he died. Now, he is known as a Lich King, and a powerful necromancer/Mage. I indeed do have the power to raise the dead. I'm looking for someone who can bind souls to them... But lately, no one has shown up...

What is it that you practice?

[Onira]

Onira kept his head low. It seemed he was not the only one who grieved for the dead. However, the difference between he and priest, was that Onira knew the dead were to stay dead. That was just how it worked. Alchemists couldn't bring back the dead, because they werenlt meant to. Necromancers couldn't bring back the dead, because they werenlt supposed to. Shamans couldn't bring back the dead, because they weren't supposed to. It was god's law that the dead stay dead, and only he is aloud to give life. Only he chooses whether someone lives or dies. In the end, that is the basic rule of any magic. The dead stay dead.

"I practice science. I practice the basic prinicpals of the Earthen law. Things morph, but are never created. I guess that's what I practice."

Onira placed a hand on priest's arm, looking at him. He felt, somewhat of an obligation to tell priest that his master couldn;t be resurrected. He was dead. Gone. And Onira sought to uphold that.

"Sorry to have to tell you this priest, but, Loki's dead. I know I'm young, and most don't really listen to me. But, in the end, I do know what I'm talking about. My master died a long time ago, and I do wish him back. However, even if you founf a shaman who could seal the soul inside there, it's just not right."

Onira tunred around to walk away from Priest. Although it seemed wierd for him to say something like that, he knew how it worked. That was all that really guided him now.

OOC: Drama!

["The Priest"]

The Priest's brain sifted through this revelation, and discarded.

Master Onira... You believe that I bring back the dead, and summon unetheral creatures to this realm, for the sake of bringing someone back?

No, I bring them back, for the sake of chaos and destruction, and furthering my own will.

In this world today, only the strongest will survive, and even those who were weak can still be used.

And it is I who still use them, even when they have died.

[Onira]

Onira stopped. Those words pissed him off to no end. He was always taught to live life for others. Your own life is nothing to their's. The basic foundation of his life. Put others before yourself. Put everyone before yourself. Death is welcome if you save another even one day. Onira couldn't let his master's teachings become so desecrated. It wasn't right. There was no way he could let one person do such a thing. The dead were to remain dead. The living are what need to be thought of. That was Onira's truth. And he would defend his master's words. Defend what life should be. because, although the world can be full of darkness, if one man makes a spark, then others will light and create what's needed.

"Live for others. Do not kill for yourself."

Onira, with those words, let his body drop, and placed his palms against the ground. Instantly, the ground would push anyone near away, and create large walls so no one would be harmed by the fight that would invariably happen. After this, Onira would stand and turn around to face the Priest.

"The way is to live for others, not yourself. I will show you that."

Onira placed his palm against the ground, his solomn tattoo lighting up, and drawing out a rock spear when the aplm was raised. It was to begin.

["The Priest"]

As soon as he saw the man fall to the ground, The Priest knew he would attack. Without speaking, a single curse fell upon his lips, and an etheral screaching was heard.

*Dar Su, na Tu Nic, Unclea Uno*

Suddenly, as the walls went up, an gigantic, BuG like creature sproutted out of a standerby. The person was fine, and normally the Priest would've used his his own body, but this student was crazy, and didn't know restraint.



As it climbed over the wall, The Priest hefted his club, which was suprisingly light weight, and commanded his Lurker to bury underneath the ground, and seal itself under there. It began to do so, as the man formed his spear from the rocks around them. This terrain would prove fatal for the young man...

The Priest stood, and then, without thinking, kicked the ground. A single line of spikes shot forth, causing the ground inbetween the two combatants to explode upwards, making shrapnel of the rocks. Coming from these mini-explosions were a good foot long sized spikes, shot from the tentacles of the Lurker. It was a sneaky move, but hell, this kid attacked unprovoked.

The Priest hefted the club as though it were also a spear, but held his hands such that he could deflect a lot easier, with the sheer size of the weapon.

[Onira]

(OOC: This'll be short. I don't have any posting energy right now.)

Onira watched this, keeping his eyes on the creature as it enetered the Earth. However, there was one problem for the creature. It had entered Onira's element. Now it was going to be crushed like the bug it was.

Onira would focus more alchemic energy into his tattoos, sending the ground right onto where the creature had entered, as soon as it did, pushing down in the hole, it would most likely crush the creature with all the pressure, continually pushing down. However, to make sure the creature didn'e escape from being crushed, the walls of the hole of where it had entered would push in, creating an easy bug squasher.

After the attempt at squishing the bug, the ground around Priest would rise, carrying about 2 feet of concrete and rock, instantly compressing in on Priest and most-likely breaking his arms and legs. This was most likely to land, because Onira knew that few spells could be performed that quickly. But even so, not many summoning spells could instantly break through two feet of rock.