Saying "Hi" Again (Xeryth)

[Onira]

Onira thrust his knee to it's gut, twisting his body on impact to drive his foot into the target's neck. The head launched off, and a fist was driven into the chest. The target's back was thrust into the ground, letting him move on to the next. He spun to his left and collapsed his standing leg. The wood broke on impact, and the target fell over. Only two more.

He placed his palm against the ground, and a welcome yello light appeared. Two spikes catapulted right out of the ground and impaled themselves in the target's chests.

"Not even a sweat."

He pushed up on his left leg, the muscles tensing incredibly under all of just one man's weight, but still holding strong. He let his hand go limp and shook it around gently for a moment. A typical confident response after victory.

"I really need something that moves."

He looked over the four dummies. Two impaled, one decapitated, and another snapped right off it's standing stick. He sighed. In truth, he wasn't actually working out. What he was doing, was waiting for Xeryth. He wanted to see what he had been doing. He never did talk to him after his memory was wiped, nor had he yet now that his memory was back. Hell, sometimes a guy just needed to say "hi". Of course, it was possible he never got the letter. He had only thrown it in his little door-flap earlier in the morning. But, Onira preffered to think positively.

"He's probably just late."

It then occured to him. All he had put on the letter was "meet me in the training grounds." Not even a time. God it was going to be a long day.

[Xeryth Varson]

Cresting the small hill in the center of the training grounds, Xeryth spied upon Onira, testing his might against four training dummies. The dummies, as usual, didn't put up too much of a resistance and Onira attacked them with double helpings of physical and alchemical whoopass, reducing them to a state in which they would no longer be capable for training any more. Xeryth smiled a little at the sight of this, and just continued to watch, if only for the moment.

In truth, Xeryth was lost in thought. It was going to be hard getting used to the fact that this boy, once thought dead, was now back amongst the living, and in fact, apparently, was never quite dead at all. Xeryth could easily remember the horror, the emptiness he'd felt when Phaedra had broken the news: That Onira had jumped into the river and hadn't been heard from again. Yet, here he was, happily training, just the same Onira Xeryth had known from the start. Onira, in fact, was most likely the first person Xeryth had really met, meeting Junpei only a bit afterwards. It was only due to continual interaction with Junpei that brought Xeryth to consider him a closer friend. Onira, however, was not ranked low amongst Xeryth's favorite people, but rather near the top. He had even managed to become more comfortable around the boy's exuberant and bright attitude.

It was for this reason that a mischievous grin crossed his face, as Xeryth decided to play a little game with the boy.

Creeping up, Xeryth was thankfully behind Onira, and thus would not have been seen. While Onira waited, presumably for Xeryth himself, Xeryth closed his eyes, entering Mind's Eye View immediately. Spreading out his thoughts, Xeryth focused first on the dummy that had been snapped off the stick, laying useless on the dirt. With his telekinetic abilities, Xeryth raised the dummy into the air, standing it erect. As he did this, he also focused upon Onira, for the dummy was thankfully light enough to not require too much effort for the small, yet powerful psychic. Sending a telepathic message, the voice, as strong and commanding as Xeryth's mind could muster (Which, given the advancements of the boy's brain, was far more than one would expect him to be able to give vocally), Xeryth 'spoke', the words booming into Onira's mind.

"ONIIIIIRAAAAA!!! YOU," Xeryth manipulated the dummy to point an accusatory hand towards Onira, "YOU HAVE DEFAMED OUR SACRED TRAINING RITES!! FOR THIS, YOOOU SHALL BE PUUNIISSHEEDDD!!!!"

At this, Xeryth manipulated the dummy to first raise both arms in the air, and then he swooped it towards Onira, making sure to drop the dummy just before it would collide with the boy, sending into a clumsy drop right at the alchemist's feet.

After Onira's reaction, he would hear a little laugh coming from behind him. Would he turn around, he'd see Xeryth, leaning against a tree, a little smile and on his face, waving somewhat bashfully towards the boy.

[Onira]

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

To most everyone who knew, saw, or had even heard of Onira, probably already knew that he had quite the... flare, for the dramatic. When he was laughing, he overdid it a bit. When he fought, he overdid it a bit. When he was happy, he overdid it a bit. When he was scared...

The young man screamed as loud as he could, his muscles and nerves deciding on the overactive response to the floating/apparently talking dummy. He backflipped as fast as he could, the most comical look of fear possible on his face. Now, the backflip wasn't the bad part. It was the fact that he also decided to curl up into a ball. He backflipped, and also pushed his knees up into his chest, as well as grabbed his shins. He rotated backward, and for a split second, saw Xeryth. As his head begun to dissapear beneath his legs and chest, one could make out the words only slightly.

"You suck!"

The sound of his words were lost among the winds, but he had a feeling that, since he had been thinking the same thing, just in more descriptive words, that if Xeryth still had the link, he'd get something along the lines of: (edited by TBS) "I HATE YOU, YOU *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-----------------------------------------------------------EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*-ER!!!!"

Now, when Onira hit the ground, the sound that was made on impact was not really a hard or soft noise. It was quiet, but sort of stinging to the ears. The best way to describe it was Poffaf! It was a little strange.

Onira lay there for a second, his knees pushed against the Earth under his body. It was a long-feeling wait. It was probably only a few seconds, but it felt along the lines of an hour or two. But, he eventually began to move. First was the left arm. It slowly folded itself out from the mass and placed it's palm against the ground, followed soon by the other arm. Next, the legs began to move. Once again, it started with the left, this time slowly pushing itself up, as did the other soon follow. Onira got to his feet, and everything went silent. His body began to move, and shoed the shadowed over face, very scary in it's appearance. Like a vampire before he's about to bite the ever-approaching stupid teenager girl prey. It lingered. Sound seemed non-existant, and was only equal in it's eerie creepiness by the posture. His posture was dark, mysterious, and overall like it was ready to kill. Ready to punish anyone nearby with a spectacular beating.

"That..."

Onira started his sentence slowly, letting it linger in the air like a guillotine just waiting to come down.

"...was..."

The next word parted the breeze, making everything seem to rise in temperature. Anticipating the next move.

"Hilarious!"

Onira suddenly held his chest, laughing as he fell to the ground. He wasn't one to hold a grudge, especially to a prank as awesome as that. No, he wanted to laugh. A lot. It was a good time. Showed that Xeryth had opened up a little more. Just a little.