Horseman with no name (Private)

[Cali]

One of the most relaxing things about metal sculpting was the lulling effect it had. Behind his protective hood, Sato could let the entire world fade away. His gloved hands worked rhythmically with the grinder, over and over and over again, chipping away at one of the many metal strips in his piece. It was a tangle of iron in the shape of an emaciated man atop a horse. With its thin lines of silver-brown and the lithe figures, it looked almost skeletal. Sato's eyes gleamed behind the tinted mask of his hood, brightening and darkening with each run of the grinder over the metal as he took in the close, individual parts that would make up the whole. This particular sculpture was to be showcased on the lawn of the school - a testament to the fact that everything would someday decay, that nothing was above falling into the hands of this horseman of death - and he had picked iron for one reason. As the weather took its toll on his work, it would oxidize, rust, and begin to decay itself. Nothing was exempt from the grip of death.

It was a slightly macabre sculpture in all honesty. And he was so very proud of it. The gleaming, pristine campus of the university, and right there on the lawn would stand his decaying horseman. Was it a subtle "fuck you" to the place or simply his own unique sense of art? He had nothing against the school, really. It was just full of... ignorant people. Those who didn't know (or chose not to talk about) the trouble brewing up within the Unit world. Not everyone here was an innocent, that he knew for sure. The unit rings surrounded him at any given moment, various effects raining down individually or all at once. Hell, there were a number of students here that Seven Moons itself was keeping an eye on - that he was keeping an eye on.

Here, however, Sato felt free. No one to watch or have watching him, no responsibilities... Even Kato tended to stay dormant when he was in the art building, whether he was metalworking or sculpting with clay or even just tossing paint at a canvas. The silence was broken only by the scream of the grinder and the sparks it sent flying every time it caressed the iron.

Pulling back after a long few minutes of shaving away at the metal strips that made up his lifesize man's ribcage, Sato set the grinder on one of the work stations to his left. He pulled the hood off and wiped at his sweat slicked forehead with one of the long gloves that covered his arms and elbows. Being so close to all of that flying iron was hot. But it was all starting to come together, and not a moment too soon. He suspected the metalwork teacher was beginning to grow annoyed with the fact that there was a 6-foot man atop a full sized horse sitting right in the middle of one of his classrooms.

The hounds all join in glorious cry. The huntsman winds his horn; and hunting we will go.

He still needs a name for this piece, someone help him? Classroom The sculpture in question

@no one, it's open to all

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[yuri]

I might have only one match
But I can make an explosion
You might Forget me
But I will remember you
And all the dark secrets you wish were forgotten.

tag:Cali

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It was an odd thing to do sometimes. To walk the halls of this place, to poke her head into classrooms, listen to lectures while no one could remember her being there. She couldn’t register to take class like normal people, that would leave a trail for someone to come back and find her. She had to insure that nothing was left behind in her wake, and with practice she had learned that her ring could be recorded by video cameras meaning that when people were watching them they still didn’t see her. Or was it because someone had told her?

Probably that.

It had been some secret weapon used by one of the Seven families once upon a time.

Secrets that kept her a secret.

And secrets made her lonely.

So here she was. Walking along, pretending she was a student too, because that would be what a girl her age would have been doing. So why not? She could not participate, just watch, read over someone else’s shoulder. It took less energy to make everyone forget her if she did as little as possible.


Or sometimes.

She could find that lone person too, sitting lone working so intently on something that they wouldn’t have noticed her regardless if her ring was blaring. Kalwua stood at the doorway, watching the young man work with his tools on the large sculpture made of metal. Ah inspiring, since the only type of “art” she had was by taking pictures.


But she had pictures of this young man.


The Two-Faced Hound to the Goblin King; who broke the box and let Pandora out.


This was the nicer side, not the mean one.


Kalwua tended to like this side of him when they crossed paths. Walking quietly as she good, slowly dampening her ring away, the white haired girl crossed the room and grabbed a art stool. Setting it on the other end of table were his tools lay, she sat down in it curling her fluffy tail to keep it out of the way under the table. Cocking her head to the side her Azure eyes watched him work for a few more moments.


“Did they go a lonely way? To become just bone and forgotten? Or just death itself?”

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[Zeal]

Ready yet?

    Masa had sighed as he wandered through the halls of the Tori Campus. Going from one building to the next still not recalling he he techically should be right now. Not like he cared since he wasn't going to stay in clas anyways. He came to the art building and stopped wondering why he would want to go in there at all. He rubbed his eye a bit since the red contacts were burning him again. "Fuck these damn things..." He claimed as he had no chice but to go inside and check them in the restroom. Once he opened the door he say a guy walk out with reddidh orange hair, thin frame and for some odd reason he pissed Masa off more. He walked into the hall and went right for the restroom. After about 10 minutes he came back out and sighed since he had to get some Visine in his eye before he clawed them out.

    "There That's better..." he hissed even though it was more so out of relief than anything else. But he sniffed the air and made quite the face. "Why the fuck does it smell like burning metal??" he asked and yet he should have recalled there being a metal working class here on campus. He walked down the hall and made his way to the open area classrooms. These were more like garages and such but it was perfect for the larger classes with much more dangerous chemicals and/or flame. Right outside the door frame stood a girl. Well she would be a woman by age but Masa saw her as very plain and flat so a girl is what he would stick with. He walked inside and looked at the statue "Wow. What a hideous deathlike statue..." He stated as he looked at it. It was odd none the less and something he thought would be beyond dull.

 | Cali yuri |Attire Disguise Just being a dick like always -.-

ulla

Then let's F**ing Go!

[Cali]

When the soft voice spoke, Sato had to control himself perfectly in order not to jump. How had she gotten so close so quietly? He turned to look at her, setting the mask in his hand beside the grinder and feeling out for her ring. It wasn't exactly silent, but it was... fuzzy. This girl herself seemed fuzzy, too, like a limb that's fallen asleep, or experiencing presque vu (which was in itself odd considering he was feeling deja vu simultaneously).

She was young little thing, wasn't she? With kinked ears like those Scottish Fold cats. But her eyes spoke of years beyond what she seemed to hold. Sato liked to think he looked older than he actually was, too. Whether or not that opinion could hold water was up to other people. He just smiled at her politely and turned back to the sculpture she inquired about.

"I like to think both." he mused softly, running a gloved hand down the steed's neck as though he were actually petting it. "Who's to say that death is an entity and not just a career?" The rider could have been an Edo-era soldier, perhaps. A modern day tourist. A pirate, shipwrecked with nothing but a wild mustang for company. "But then again, maybe they weren't lonely... After all, they had each other."

Looking over his shoulder again as another voice spoke (were they between classes or something?? This area of the building was usually deserted at this time of day, he thought...) Sato had to carefully not roll his eyes. Great, another pompous, over-inflated jerkoff with an ego made of hot air who liked nothing more than to pick on people. Except as his eyes caught sight of the other man, they narrowed just slightly. He looked even more familiar than the odd "fuzzy where do I know you from" girl sitting a few feet behind him to the left. Maybe it was the eyepatch... One red eye, medium length black hair... Sato knew he had definitely seen this guy before.

Turning to fully face the two... unexpected guests... Sato slid his hands from his gloves and set them on the workbench as well. His phone was in his pocket, and he drew it out, unlocking it and holding the screen his full arm's length away, as though he didn't have perfectly clear vision. He needed to catch a picture of these two; they made the hairs on his neck stand. "I'm glad you think it's so hideous." he responded to the cyclops stranger, stealthily making sure his phone was on silent so the shutter sound wouldn't go off in a second. Pulling the screen up pretty much right beneath his nose and squinting a little, Sato zoomed in on the face of the man in the doorway and clicked.

Boom.

The young woman didn't seem all that dangerous (not that that meant anything at all) - or at least, she wasn't exuding this overly ridiculous "I'll kick your ass for bumping me in the hallway" attitude. Sato would let that one go for now. Not every person who suppressed their ring did it for an unfriendly reason.

Requesting a WWR check on this guy took just a second of typing, and as he did so Sato elaborated a bit. "See, it's supposed to be ugly. It's going to get even uglier, actually. A reminder that we can't all stay as pretty as the lady here forever." Sato gestured to his fuzzy guest with a dry smile aimed at the suspicious one. "Eventually, we all get captured." He was sure this guy was on the rogue list. He was absolutely positive. And he thought he might have just made a positive ID on the identity of the person as well. But he'd wait until the check came back to act. Wouldn't want to fudge it all up by mistaking this guy for someone else, after all.

"By death, I mean." he added smoothly, slipping the phone back into his pocket as though he'd sent an average, everyday text message.

The hounds all join in glorious cry. The huntsman winds his horn; and hunting we will go.

Subtle, right? HA.

yuri Zeal

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I might have only one match
But I can make an explosion
You might Forget me
But I will remember you
And all the dark secrets you wish were forgotten.

tag: Zeal Cali

Notes: clever boy

Her tail fluffed up a bit when she felt the other walk in. Azure eyes turning away from the Two Faced Hound to the new comer that now stood between her and the door. The little folded ears on her head twisted a bit. Being stuck somewhere without the means of an easy escape after she had dropped her ring did not sit well. It took more of her ring to make people forget she was there...

With units it took word spells. And the stronger minded the unit piece..

The longer it took to turn their minds against them.


And when in his disguise.. The eye patch gave him away to her.

Bad kitty cat.. He didn’t like her either.. When he could remember her, the few times the crossed.


Two-Face though, started to talk.. In metaphors about his dead rider and his horse. Azure eyes turned away from the Bad Kitty, to the iron statue. It would Oxidize, turn colors and deteriorate over time. Such a pretty idea really and such a petty thought about how all things come to an end.

Time takes away many things.

A death becomes nothing more than a lonely bones to walk the world.


“ That is still a lonely way... To fade away with only bones to remember. ” She smoothed out her ruffled tall. She looked away from the statue to the young man again as he messed with his phone. Like he was trying to type a text message but needed glasses that he couldn’t wear while he was working on the metal.



Clever Two-Faced Hound.

Would he take a picture of her too?

Kalwua smiled lightly, at the young man. Did he know he had in the past, and was even more puzzled with the response? Did he ever ask anyone why the computer of their always asked the same question.


“That Death is just the lone rider... But one can make be made to forget in time. To find the beauty in what lies afterwards... is always a lie.

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[Zeal]

Ready yet?

    Sato finally faced them and Masa gave a confused look at him for a second. 'Something about this one I should know...' he looked between the two and huffed a bit. He shrugged his shoulders and smirked a bit more, "Death comes to everyone eventually. Need I say more? Just this one seems to have more than one phase of it." He stated as he stood in the middle of the room now. He didn't trust people at the moment and something seemed more off about them. His adrenaline was racing and this was starting to get exciting yet he had no idea why. He turned to look at the girl who seemed to dislike the idea of it oxidizing and becoming even more grotesque than it is now.

    "Let's put it this way little lady. Much like that boy there everything become nothing more than it's frame in due time. But the frame is far less important because it is your story people will remember. It's what you want them to remember you by anyways. Now if they forget you then that's just too bad. Means you didn't make a bigger mark." he turned to the other and his smirk seemed to grow a bit. "Or you didn't make enough chaos for them to come to remember you. Course not everyone's story can be a fairytale~" Now he remembered the man. He works for the short, blond bastard he has yet to irritate today. And friends with that man he oh so hated...if only killing the dragon was just easier than it had been the past few years.

 | Cali yuri |Attire Disguise Now he recalls...

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Then let's F**ing Go!

[Cali]

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[Cali]

Sato sighed as he checked his phone, which had just vibrated in his pocket. Confirmed. Of course, he was also sighing because honestly, how big of an ego did this guy have to go around spouting off about chaos and remembrance to the face of the Bloodhound Sergeant? Dokaku Masamune was surely aware to whom he was gloating, right?

Despite his suddenly sweaty palms, Sato responded with his request for back-up and slid his phone back into his rear jeans pocket. Looked like it was time to step up and embrace his powerful rank. He couldn't help but swallow thickly, throat feeling dry, and wonder if Kato would see this as an opportune time to awaken.

And what could he use to his advantage in this room? He was formally trained as a sacrifice, of course, so perhaps he could use the young lady to his right in his favor. But if he couldn't... Well, his will was pretty strong. And if it really came down to it, he could step into the role of fighter. It had been a hot minute... he might have to concede control to his alter...

He would try every other option first.

Ignoring the second fighter in the room for the moment, Satoshi squared his body toward the conceited rogue and offered a thin smile. "A master of philosophy, hm, Dokaku Masamune? It's funny, 'cause you're saying all of this about being memorable and writing a good story and everything, but despite seeing right through your disguise, I still couldn't seem to remember who you were. Looks like your story just... wasn't good enough." He shrugged nonchalantly, as if to say "oops" like it was a funny joke.

It wasn't.

"Battle systems: engage."

The hounds all join in glorious cry. The huntsman winds his horn; and hunting we will go.

BOOM HERE WE GO. Also, I can't post the phone and the POST together bc the code fails.

yuri Zeal

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[Zeal]

Crazy?!

    Masa just watched as the other had his phone.  It was a swift motion but enough to get him to understand what was going on. Calling for backup? Not a good call kid. For now the woman was being ignored which was fine but Masa was now finding the male to be interesting. He would shove the woman out of the way if it came down to it and even if the other was to use her there was enough electricity to make this place blow. The other gave him a thin smile and a statement which had Masa smirk at him back.

    First it started as a chuckle then it turned into a roaring laughter as Masa was closer to adding this one to his list of toys. With a side caption of course: Fuck with on occasions. "Good one kid but I guess your masters who wipe memories are dying faster than normal or you fail to pay attention to your surroundings." He stated as he tossed the bag out of the room hitting the lockers before falling to the floor. A few students in the hall way looked confused as Masa's smirk seemed to grow just slightly.

    "And as far as my foot print on this tiny excuse of a city? Ohh~ trust me. I am just getting started." He stated as it turned more into a devilish grin. "Wanna play? Alright dog. Let's play~" he growled as he got low among the desks not caring the girl was going to be in the way. "Battle: Engage!". In a snap he picked up 2 desks and tossed one at Sato while the other hit a light spazzing it out as he was drawing it into his reserved energy. "Maybe sending you back to your short annoying master will give him the idea to stop pissing me the fuck off."

Cali , yuri | Battle Yay~ using the Abilities Profile too! | Masa is being a dick so sorry ><

ulla

You don't know crazy!