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Post by phoenix on May 15, 2016 19:38:49 GMT -5
 Methuselah Serpenthelm-Devonshire
Soul Companion of Innocent Darkkiss Xtros
General of Kain's Army of Union City
Champion of Tent City
Warrior of Hellsgate
Host to the spirit of the Great Lord LeMene
When Methuselah stepped out of the portal, he had stepped out onto the ledge of something excessively high. Fifty eight stories worth of high, to be precise, as he nearly stepped off the edge of Trump tower.
His eyes went wide and his arms shot out to the sides in order to attempt to give himself extra balance. The wind whipped at his white hair rather violently, as if the Mother Nature of the future was working against him. He suddenly felt a hand grip his wrist and pull him back.
“Yeah, you might not want to do that…”
Methuselah stepped back with the help of the person who had pulled him away from the ledge. Once he felt secure enough, he turned his attention to the person that helped him. Methuselah blinked, surprised.
The person who had helped him looked like the male version of somebody that he had seen, before. The man before him stood tall with red eyes and short, pink hair, the same color as the woman he had met: May. Even his skin seemed just as flawless as hers.
“Keep staring, and I might just do a trick…” the man said, crossing his arms over his chest, unimpressed.
“Apologies, I…” was all Methuselah managed to say. He then shook his head and looked around him. There was lots of noise down below, lots of fast-moving metal chariots that were not lead by any horse. From atop of the tower, he saw a sea of what appeared to be buildings with reflective shields. Was he in the future? “Is this thyne new… “York”?” he asked.
The pink-haired stranger had quickly gathered- from both Methuselah’s armor and thick, Ancient accent, that the vampire was not from the area… not by a long shot. He nodded to Methuselah’s question, even though Methuselah was not looking at him.
The General spun around again, facing the man who looked identical to May. “I beseech you… Taketh me to thyne blue-haired woman.”
The pink haired man still looked unimpressed. “I’m gonna need more to go off of than that…”
“Mina. Her name ist Mina.”
“There are about thirteen thousand people in the United States, alone, with the name of Mina.”
“And in this new… “York”?” Methuselah asked, looking desperate.
The other man sighed and nodded, understanding Methuselah’s predicament. “What else can you give me? What does she do?”
Methuselah shook his head, the look of desperation still apparent. He didn’t know what she did. He didn’t know Mina. The only things he knew were what Sirus and Ayla had told him about her, which wasn’t much at all. The pink-haired man nodded and sighed.
“Alright. I think I know who can help you. There’s an old man by the name of… Phoenix. He runs this tiny shop, downtown. His specialty is doing the impossible. If this Mina you’re looking for is impossible to find, he should be able to find her.”
“Thou hast mine thanks, friend.”
“Locke.” The pink-haired man said. “My name is Locke. And we need to find you some clothes, because the whole realistic “Ren Faire” attire is definitely not getting you through Trump tower without the cops being called.
“Cops?” Methuselah asked, raising a brow. Ren faire? Trump? What were these strange words? He wondered if Viconia knew of these. He would have to remember to ask her upon his return.
“Nevermind.” Locke sighed, finally uncrossing his arms. “Here. Put these on.”
The flawless being glowed dark for a moment, starting at his forehead, and something appeared in his hands. When he finished glowing, he stepped forward, handing Methuselah a pair of black jeans, a red t-shirt, and black shoes. Methuselah was confused by the material. He cast Locke a confused look. The pink-haired man rolled his eyes.
“You do know how to dress, right? You take off your armor and whatever’s underneath, you take the pants, put one leg in, then the other…” Locke drawled.
“Aye…” Methuselah frowned. He did not like that this pink-haired man seemed to think that he was stupid. “Doth people truly wear such strange garments in the future?” he asked, removing his armor.
“You’d be surprised…”
Locke turned around to allow Methuselah to dress. When the noise of Methuselah’s armor and his movement ceased for more than ten seconds, Locke peered over his shoulder to see if Methuselah was ready, then turned back around to face him. The albino’s armor was next to him. He still wore his anti-berserk bracers, however.
“Those are going to be useless in the Phoenix’s shop…” he said, pointing to the bracers.
“They art to remain on mine wrists.” Methuselah said, matter-of-factly.
“Suit yourself…” Locke said in his unimpressed tone. “And, uh… You can’t wander the streets of New York with a sword. It’s illegal.” He added, as Methuselah bent over to pick up his Katana and long sword.
“How shalt I protect mine self?” he asked, puzzled.
“You’re a big guy. You get into a fight, you go Hulk Smash on their asses. The only weapon you have to worry about are guns. And I, unfortunately, can’t help you, there. So don’t get into a fight, and you’ll be fine.”
The General still had a confused look upon his features. What was a “hulk smash”? And why should he be worried about fighting donkeys?
Locke walked over to Methuselah’s armor and weapons and waved his hand over them. Everything disappeared. Methuselah quickly became defensive.
“What hath thyne done?!”
“Prestidigitation, my man. A trick of the eye. Your armor is still there. See?” The pink-haired man raised his foot and touched the armor, causing it to clank slightly. “If anybody else comes on the roof, they won’t see it. It’ll only last an hour, though, so we better get moving. Come on.”
Locke offered his hand for Methuselah to take. The albino eyed him suspiciously. He did not know this man, and now that he was weaponless, how was he to protect himself against Locke’s magic if the pink-haired man decided to attack? But he had no-one else to trust, at that moment. Hesitantly, he placed his hand atop of Locke’s.
“It’s loud and fast, down there. Are you ready?”
Methuselah nodded. Locke nodded back in response. He began to glow, starting at a point on his forehead. The glow was dark, and it grew darker until Methuselah could no longer see anything. Suddenly, Methuselah covered his ears from the deafening sounds.
His eyes flew open. Still covering his ears, the albino’s blood red eyes glanced around. They were in a dark alley. He could see the metal, horseless chariots zooming by. There were hundreds of people walking. Methuselah glanced up at the towers with their reflective shields. His eyes fell on Locke, who stood ever so calmly, his hands in his pockets. The thin man rolled his head to the side, slightly- a gesture to have Methuselah follow him.
Methuselah followed, but he was having a hard time keeping up in between looking about in curiosity and wonder, and being rudely bumped into because he was in people’s way. He didn’t think that he had ever apologized so much in his whole life. Locke, however, just kept on walking, seemingly unaffected by everything and everyone. Eventually, Locke stopped and turned to face a tiny building.
“Tough luck, my man. Looks like the Phoenix’s shop is closed.” He said, pointing to the closed sign at the door.
A pensive expression crossed Locke’s features. It was too early in the day for them to be closed. Perhaps, then, they were on break?
“Go next door. That café. See if anybody knows where the Phoenix is.”
Methuselah looked to the café in question. He then turned his attention back to Locke, but the pink-haired man was gone. Blinking, Methuselah looked around. There was no sign of the man anywhere, at all. With a frown, the albino then stepped toward the building and opened the door.
There, sitting on a bar stool, was a blue-haired woman. She glanced over her shoulder for a moment, smiling to the newcomer, before she turned her attention back to the redhead that she was having a conversation with.
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Post by phoenix on May 21, 2016 19:58:23 GMT -5
((Here are Ann and I's posts in reply. Color-coded list:
White = Methuselah/Mina/Locke
Red = Melinda))
she would be behind the counter speaking with mina , when the long haired white albino came in , there was something odd about this one he just seemed so out of place . looking around like it was a wonder to him. She would finally speak up as he drew nearer , " Good morning what can I get for you ? " mel would speak , to the strange man .
*she would cast mina a quizzical look pointing out the strange man subtlely. She could sense a darkness behind this one , as those crimson eyes studied him carefully as she waited for him order , if he chose to get closer the closer he would get a sick feeling in his stomach from the darkness within him and even over the coffee and everything he could smell , there was an odd familer scent , a person here something .
The cafe was overwhelming. Methuselah couldn't hold back from making a face. His vampiric heightened sense of smell was more of a curse than a blessing at that moment. The albino brought up his hand to cover his nose. When the redhead behind the counter spoke to him, Methuselah just blinked, slowly lowering his hand. He really didn't need anything from the cafe. He just needed Mina. And so his blood red orbs fell on the blue haired woman who was back to him, and he slowly approached, concentrating strictly on her and not the future around him. But with each step he took, he felt sick to his stomach. And every great now and again, there was a familiar scent. It came as quickly as it went, so the General could never figure out just exactly what the scent was. He figured that his senses being overwhelmed was what was causing him to feel sick. He tried pushing the sensation away by focusing on Mina. Eventually he made it to the counter, standing next to the woman.
"Mina?" he asked, tentatively.
Mina had noticed Melinda's subtle quizzical look of the man, but she had paid it no mind... At least until he spoke her name. Her smile faltered for a moment and her body tensed up for a split second. She turned her head, her green eyes looking into Methuselah's curiously, the gentle smile back on her lips.
"I'm... Off the clock." she said, sweetly. "If you're waiting for the shop to open, I'm sure that Mister Phoenix should return soon..." she added.
"Nay." he said. "I hath come for one named Mina. Art thyne she?"
Mina cast Melinda a quick sideways glance before she slowly nodded. The albino was huge, and his accent very Ancient. Mina continued to look Methuselah in the eyes for a moment before her lips parted to speak once more.
"You're here to take me to the past." She said, her smile finally fully fading. "In exchange for two people." she added.
Methuselah blinked, surprised. It was kinda creepy how she just randomly knew that...
she would stand by and listen to what was going on she could feel the darkness in this man and as he spoke she noted his his accent and took note of every detail of this person , finally it hit her she recognized that feeling , a VAMPIRE? in the middle of day time new York?
for the she said nothing and noticed he ignored her and tried to focus on mina. those crimson orbs would watch the whole situation in its entirety. When he spoke minas name her hackles went up , what ever this thing wanted it highly to focused on mina to be a good thing and placid features would change some to a very cold look as she finally heard minas words.
*three months ago the manager of the café had quit and the management of the café had been left for mel to deal with. This gave her certain freedoms that most employees certainly did not have and thus she would remove her apron and place it rather annoyedly on the counter but seeming calming as day to the employees as she turned and spoke to one of the girls "Sarah I have step out for a bit will you be so kind as to look after things while I take my break . ? "The young girl would smile and nod as she would reach out gently and take the apron from the counter.
she had placed it hard enough for the customer beside mina , mina, and Meth to notice it . She had done it intentionally. to draw to draw meths attention onto herself, as she then moved around the counter tpo stand beside mina. *
"I think you should leave stranger , this my place of work but I can easily say I held you done till the cops arrived because you were harrsing one of my clients. " He may not understand what cops were but he would note the vieled threat in Mels words as she addressed him. There was something about this woman , meth got the feeling she was serious about her threat and for some reason knew this woman could easily make good on that threat what ever it was. Those cold crimson eyes would stare at the man meeting his Red orbs , as she usehered whispering knowing he would hear her. that his vampire hearing would catch it as she whispered.
those soft red lips would part and he would have noticed as the woman moved to stand closer to mel and thus him his sickness would get worse and that scent that scent that seemed to fleet was stronger , one minute there the next gone. a sweet smell , a smell that seemed to pull at him as he stared the auburn haired done. "shes not going anywhere with you vampire. " she would whisper so he would hear but no one else.
When the red headed woman placed her apron down upon the counter, she had done it hard enough that Methuselah glanced away from Mina, to the redhead, who had walked around the counter to stand in between Mina and himself. She spoke to him calmly enough to not draw attention from the customers, but her threat toward him was like venom. Although the word "cop" was used and Methuselah still didn't know what it meant, he knew very well the meaning behind the word "harassing". His hands raised slightly, in defense. He was not harassing. Not by a long shot. And he did not want any trouble. He did not know if this tiny woman had a "gun", as Locke had said, or if she knew magic. He had no way of defending himself. And then there was that scent, again; Stronger, but still just as fleeting. The sickness he felt washed over him like a wave, and he tried to push it down. Why was he feeling this way? What spell had she cast on him? And then she spoke in a whisper so low that only the vampire would be able to hear her. Methuselah blinked, surprised that she was able to tell that he was a vampire. He frowned, then his expression became desperate. He parted his lips to speak, but was interrupted by the blue-haired woman.
"Fiskar...!" Mina gasped in some strange realization. She had not heard Melinda's whisper. "Wait!" She placed a hand on Melinda's shoulder, using the woman to help her lean forward toward Methuselah. "What is Sirus doing to Fiskar?" she asked, worry washing over her.
Methuselah looked at Mina with uncertainty. Was she a seer? How was she able to know all of this information?
she would be standing watching the vampires odd actions , he seemed at loss not sure what to do which puzzled mel some but she would still stand between them protectively. It was obvious to meth this woman was the mina girls protector and there seemed a strong bond between them , when mel heard minas whisper about fiskar and then felt minas hand on shoulder she would hold her ground between the two but let mina speak to The vampire .
* hearing that Sirus had some how managed to capture fiskar, stopped her , Confusion and somewhat curiosity crossed over her features . the last time she'd seen that over zelous ass he was trying to convince her they were family and that she needed to go with him. so why suddenly was he after Mina.
those cold eyes would shift back to the vampire her red eyes , what was about those red eyes as she spoke quietky for only him to hear again. "whats sirus want with mina? " she would ask him and then speak again. " answer her questions vampire, if as I suspect you don't want a fight youll be kind and sit down and act as if you belong and be a good a little vampire. " she spoke ushering him to sit, with her head while not moveing from between mina and him *
The redhead was feisty, that was for Damn sure. At her last words- especially the part about him being a 'good little vampire'- the General slowly lowered his hands back down before he cast her a slight look of irritation. She was making things more difficult than they needed to be. But he did have to be careful. He was in a strange land in the future, and was at a severe disadvantage. And so Methuselah sat on the stool next to Mina, Melinda still standing in between them both. His blood red orbs shifted in between Mina and Melinda, and back again. The ill feeling washed over him again, and this time, Methuselah shut his eyes in an attempt to stifle the sensation. After a few seconds, he opened them, and found himself looking into Melinda's eyes. Why did they look so familiar? The albino finally spoke in a whisper.
"I doth not know what thyne Dark Lord wants with m'lady Mina and thy bird creature fiend. But I needst m'lady Mina to cometh with mine self. He hast mine friend captive in a torture device." Methuselah looked desperate. Even slightly scared. He leaned in closer. "He hast mine wife." he added, his whisper barely audible, but pleading.
mel would watch the vampire sit down and start to behave and would then smirk some as she spoke " good now you can tell us everything. *she would speak as she listened to The vampires story and took note of everything. So sirus was using the vampires wife and friend as black mail to send the vampire to hunt down mina. She smirked hearing the fool comment about the tittle of dark lord but would keep her composure no matter how hard it was.
The vampire did not seem to be leing and she got twang hearing about his wife as if she might be able simpathize. This vampire was different from the ones here. This one seemed almost to humane to be a vampire. But non the less her guard was still up as she spoke. *
" so why the heck would he need mina and fiskar?" she would speak thinking about it some. The last name fiskar seemingly slightly bitterly spoken , apparently Mel had met him , that was the jist he would get and he would also get the fact she seemed not to like him very much. ** she'd keep her guard up as she then looked to mina rasing a brow.
" what are you getting off this mina? last time I saw sirus he was trying to convince me he killed my parents because he is my father. *
Methuselah watched Melinda as she spoke to Mina. He raised a brow at her comment. The Sirus of the future was this woman's father? Methuselah's hands formed into fists. Yeah, he had a feeling that this was going to get ugly real quick. But that would explain why she was feisty... Was this a trick from Sirus? A test of some sort? Sending Methuselah to fetch Mina, but having to go through Mina's protector- HIS DAUGHTER- first? The General became defensive, his eyes hardened as Melinda's attention was now on Mina.
Mina's green eyes seemed distant for a moment, as she was trying to figure things out. For every answer she received, ten more questions popped up. The blue-haired woman blinked, and her focus seemed to have returned. She did appear confused, however.
"It's Malrich..." she said. "Malrich wants us."
It didn't make sense to her. As Malrich's apprentice, why was he sending somebody to fetch her? He was more than capable of showing up, himself, as he had done many times. But Fiskar... She knew that Fiskar imploded Malrich's castle (After all, she had been the one to magically repair it), and knew that the God of Nightmares wanted Fiskar dead. Her gaze glazed over once more. The Daydreamer searched her little pockets of knowledge for more answers. She quickly came back to reality and looked surprised by not one thing, but two. Her eyes were on Methuselah.
"You knew...!" she whispered. Methuselah looked back at her, confused. She glanced to Melinda. "Fiskar's-"
"M'lady, hold thyne tongue, I plead thee." Methuselah interrupted in warning.
Mina watched Methuselah for a moment, then eventually smiled and nodded. She looked to Melinda and slid her hand down to the redhead's, squeezing it tightly.
"You're going to have to trust me, Mel." she said.
She was sure Melinda never liked it when Mina spoke those words.
she would keep a watchful eye on mina as she drifted in and out , none of this made any sense at all. Why would sirus send a vampire from somewhere else to capture mina , while he has fiskar in his hold and what the hell did all have to do with Malrich. She would think about all this and note the reactions between both parties and they knew something they weren't telling here and it was about to a firey few words at the vampire about hiding shit when finally Minas hand slid down her shoulder and took hold of her hand squeezing it as if to a sure her that it would be okay and to trust her about the whole thing.
she would let out a loud sigh of exasperation and click her tongue some whistling and shaking her head her layered unruly lochs dancing as those crimson eyes would then turn back to meet Minas green ones.
" I sure hope you know what your doing Mina, Sirus may boast a lot but the deamon does have quiet a bit of power, I don't think it would be wise underestimate him. As for the latest news I must admit Im rather stunned and confused, Malrichs castle is already fixed and sadly if your right and he's still after fiskar, I worry his rage is blinding him and his sanity may go with it, If that is the case Mally may get really hurt especially if he's some how made connections with sirus. " She would speak as she Sighed some.
from the tone of her voice It was easy to tell that this red eyed woman cared about Mina above all else including her own self. But there also seemed to be a kindness in her eyes when speaking about malrich almost as if she was worried about the man.
If Melinda was kept in the dark, so was Methuselah. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know much about Malrich, but he knew nothing about what their connection was to the God of Nightmares. And the woman's tone when speaking of her father? It seemed that she wasn't too fond of him. But he could still not trust her. Not fully. And it was a strange and conflicting sensation: Mina seemed gentle. Kind. Loving. And this redheaded woman seemed cold. Harsh. But there seemed to be a connection in between the two women.
"Mine instructions," Methuselah started, forcefully interrupting their moment and world of which Methuselah wasn't a part of, "art to take m'lady Mina to thy City of Esthar. Please." he added. "Mine wife... I needst to fix mine mistakes..."
she would glance back to Meth, and his interruption and listen to him and sigh speaking to him , " I think I made it quite clear , im sorry about your wife vampire I truly am but I simply can not allow to take mina to this place. I don't know why sirus wants mina but im betting its not good and if your here trying get mina to get your wife and a ancient vampire like im guessing you are from your accent? I Am betting neither one of us has the power to stop him . Right ? " * she would speak to him and sigh some . This one was smart and very smart sharp as tack , if he knew what that was.
She would look to mina. and see minas reactions *
Mina was still holding Melinda's hand. She zoned in and out of Melinda and Methuselah's conversation, daydreaming off and on again, trying to gather more information from the pockets of knowledge that she could access. She wondered... If it was Malrich that wanted her, all that she had to do was have minimal interactions with Sirus, right? And to do that, all she had to do was let Malrich know. After all- she was Malrich's apprentice. She had access to the Realm of Dreams as a Daydreamer, and access to Malrich's castle as his apprentice. She knew why Malrich wanted herself and Fiskar, but she was bound to secrecy. And that was the toughest battle she was facing with herself at that moment. Methuselah was going to have to convince Melinda on his own...
Methuselah frowned at Melinda's words. She had no idea. She had absolutely no idea what it was like. She could be sympathetic all she wanted, but she was not the one with a friend on the brink of death and a wife being held hostage by a damnable cheater. The original deal was to have Xiu back in exchange for Mina and Fiskar. When Sirus forcibly changed the deal around by including Innocent for Xiu's life, it changed everything. Sirus had given Methuselah time to think about it, and, unfortunately for his friend, his decision had been to say no. His decision was to prevent his wife- even if he could not remember her- and his beloved Asuna from ever getting near Sirus... even if it meant losing Xiu. Unfortunately, Innocent sacrificed herself by giving herself to him willingly, in exchange for Xiu, Mina, and Fiskar to be free, and found out the hard way that Sirus' word meant absolutely nothing at all. He recalled Sirus telling him that the Sirus from the future was even more powerful and deadly. But what if... What if he got help to defeat the Sirus of the past?
"Respectfully, m'lady..." he growled to Melinda, irritation clear and present, "T'is not thyne wife thy Dark Lord has. T'is mine." His next words were more soft spoken. "Mine mind ist trying to think of ways to save everyone. Mine wife. M'lady Xiu. M'lady Mina. Even thy damnable bird fiend. But mine wife comes fist, m'lady. And for that, I needst m'lady Mina. Please aid mine efforts. Please."
Maybe she could think of a way to help him save everyone, in the end...
she Listen to mans words But her features would not change and her stand remained the same "I do understand , mina has been taken twice now by a maniac bird that some how is connected on a god line to her. And you know what I lost my parents if sirus wasn't lieing to him. Yeah the same man your trying to get me to sacrifice the only living person I care about too. The same man who set a bar on fire just to get my attention . The same man who I first became a deamon hunter to find and kill , if he was the one who did it. I am sorry about your wife, but look at this way vampire, if sirus is hunting down mina and mina is so good hearted he went all this trouble to get? does that not indicate she is a key component to whatever his plan is ? Then would it not also make sense then, that he can in no way be allowed to get a hold of mina. ?
she would speak and sigh standing her ground as she then watched the mans reactions , and spoke to him again " to use this situation has already happened. It is a pivotal point in time and space that must be tended very carefully . Because if we make one wrong move here we alter our own future , mina and I may never be born and we indefenantly cause a multitude of changes that could be utterly diasterous to this time frame. You are not only asking me sacrifice mina for your wife, thus giving sirus what he wants. But you are also altering the scheme of time its self and asking every person in this time to make a sacrifice for one woman.
I understand you want your wife back , but one woman is not worth the changes it could cause and or the loss of my mina.
she would speak and sigh looking up to meet the vampires eyes. Sadness and utter truth with her red orbs , as she finally spoke again leaning against the counter and thinking a perplexed look crossing over her beautiful placid features. a few moments later she'd look to mina and then back to Meth and speak and sigh " I want to help you vampire , but not at risking minas or this time lines history. So we have to figure out a better way to this , " she would sigh some and speak to mina " we need to talk to the old man about this maybe he can give us some advise on how to proceed. She would speak to mina and sigh some
"Please don't call him a maniac..." Mina asked gently at Melinda's words about Fiskar, offhandedly. It wasn't a direct request, but Mina, the gentle and kind-hearted soul, cared, despite the fact that Fiskar had kidnapped her twice. He had, however, released her and apologized, and though that was good enough for Mina, it clearly wasn't with Melinda (or Malrich...).
Methuselah listened to Melinda's words. She mentioned that Fiskar was connected to Mina, somehow. On a God line? Was Fiskar a God? Melinda was still refusing. She obviously cared for Mina deeper than Methuselah thought. He did not understand time travel, but surely it couldn't be all that bad, right? Viconia came from the future... The Airships that Ayla and Sirus had came from the future. Surely him being in the future and wanting to take Mina to the past wasn't as much of a problem as Melinda was thinking, right? But there was a sentence in all of that, all of everything Melinda had said, that caused the albino's eyes to go wide.
One woman was not worth the changes it could cause.
His WIFE was not worth the changes it could cause.
Methuselah glared dangerously. He growled. How dare she. How. Dare. She. Methuselah's aura lit up. It was a white glow- strange, for a vampire, but it was the aura belonging to his line of Ancient- with black flecks. Mina quickly slid off of her stool and placed a hand on the General's pale arm.
"Alright..." she said, gently, sweetly. "Lets not cause a scene, hmm?"
It was as if she had cast a spell over him, the blue-haired woman. Methuselah's aura instantly disappeared, and he looked at the woman curiously, wondering what she had just done. He had no idea about Mina's power of persuasion. At Melinda's mention of speaking to 'the old man', Mina nodded in agreement. Methuselah blinked.
"Who ist thyne... old man?"
she would let Mina do her thing when it came to the vampire and she did note the aura change, something about this man was odd indeed . Her crimson eyes studied that aura in depth before mina calmed the man down and when he was calm again she would raise and pat him on the shoulder and smirk some up at him . "don't worry hes a bit quarky but good people none the less and usually has pretty good ideas. " * she would speak to him calm but still somewhat cold eyes those crimson eyes met his again something so familer about them , then there was that scent again , that sweet smell when she touched his shoulder. Was it her scent ?
It smelled like cloves
The moment Melinda touched him- even if it was just a pat on the shoulder- the ill feeling returned full force. Methuselah shut his eyes and turned his head away from her, almost like a flinch. Then there was a smell. Familiar. Clove. His eyes shot open and his head turned back swiftly to look at the red-headed woman. She smelled slightly like Asuna. The ill-feeling he got was the darkness inside of him- the darkness he temporarily pulled from Asuna's child until the birth- reacting to the child. The bloodline. His blood red orbs were wide and observing her own red eyes. Kattorea's eyes. Cold and intimidating. She was of Asuna's bloodline. And suddenly her connection to Sirus made sense: Asuna had the soul of some... Luecinda woman that Sirus loved. It was only natural that Sirus would go after somebody from Asuna's bloodline. Methuselah looked to Mina, who had sat back down on her stool. She knew that Methuselah had made the connection, and so, while Melinda was concentrating on the General, Mina brought up an index finger quickly to her lips and gestured for the albino to keep his discovery to himself. Methuselah glanced back down to Melinda and watched her for a moment longer before he nodded, agreeing to visit the old man in question.
she would smirk some and then look away and step back as she then called Sarah over and told her she had family emergency had to deal with and walked her through the close out proceeder and noded to the girl when she understood and then moved back around the corner to the other side and walked back to stand before Mina and Methuselah as she finally spoke looking up at him that quint smirk on her beautiful features again " so Then shall we? " she would usher the two of them to hurry and as they were walking out she finally piped up .. " you got a name Vam...... there stranger ? " she asked him as they walked across the alley toward seths store, She would stop just outside and speak to Him looking up at the tall albino " before we enter this building you need to understand that anything you have on your person or any abilities you have that are tied into magic will be rendered null invoid for the time frame you are inside this building. " she would speak gently to him but in for warning.
it was that moment in that instance that the time line would become far more important for him. As the breeze blew her layered lochs and with it that scent again but something else it was not just cloves it was his scent in it too , the realization of this as those red orbs watched the woman it was like watching slow motion pictures , flash backs , all the way back to the first time he'd seen asuna shift.
He was being ushered out, he and Mina. The moment he stepped foot outside of the cafe, he covered his ears. The deafening sounds had been somewhat muffled inside of the cafe, but now, out in the open again, he was reminded about just how loud everything truly was. And again just as before, he walked with both women with amazement and wonder at the tall buildings with glass shields and metal horseless chariots. Melinda had asked him his name, at one point, after he was finally accustomed to the noise and had released his ears.
"Aye." he replied to her, his eyes on one of the skyscrapers. "Methuselah Serpenthelm-Devonshire." His eyes finally lowered onto her when he realized that he did not know her name. "Mine apologies, I shouldst have asked thyne name as well, m'lady, but I've been..."
"Overwhelmed." Mina finished for him, with a smile as she fished out the shop key from a tiny sky blue (her favorite color) coin purse. "We are aware." she added, going to unlock the door.
Melinda had turned to him and told him that all magics- items or abilities- would be null and void inside of the building. Blood red orbs looked to the small building. Was the old man a sorcerer? Just how powerful was he? And was it a good idea to follow Melinda and Mina inside?
"Aye." he said, rubbing at the anti-berserk bracers about his wrists absentmindedly. He already knew. "One by thy name of 'Locke' hast told mine self of such."
Now that the strong scent of various coffee flavors was no longer empowering, he could smell the clove upon her more clearly. And when the breeze picked up, he smelled something else, too. What was it...? And once more, as if his senses weren't overwhelmed enough as it was, he came upon the realization that he was standing before one of the descendents of Asuna. Asuna's... and his own.
"Door is open." Mina said, holding it open for them. One might wonder if she interrupted accidentally, or purposely.
she would speak to the vampire as he said name and smirk some methuselah eh? interesting name , written many times through out history and yet never proven The man who lived 969 years and was the son of the Hebrew entity the god Enoch. " she would puzzle over this for a few moments while mina piped up that yes they did indeed know that vampire senses had been overwhelmed Your name is an interesting one. Mines Melinda McCowan. she would speak as then those crimson eyes would catch his again as he mentioned some Man named locke had told him about the defenses.
"what did this person look like? " she asked as they heard mina again speak about the door being unlocked and she would turn and follow mina in and wait for Meth to follow *
Was she referencing him? Was his name written many times through history? A son of a God? A man of which there was never proof that he actually lived to be over nine hundred years old? Methuselah could not remember his past, thanks to the High Priest, so if he was the son of a God or not, he did not know. But he doubted that this 'Methuselah' in history was himself. Locke had told him that he was eight hundred years into the future from his time in the Loch Ness. And being an Ancient, he was far, far older that even fathomable. One thousand was a tiny number, by comparison. The woman had given him her name. Melinda. So his descendant's name was Melinda. But the thoughts going through his mind paused when she raised a brow, asking what the 'Locke' man looked like. Mina interrupted. Melinda and Methuselah stepped inside. Mina headed for the phone behind the desk to call Seth. Methuselah, on the other hand, paused once he was fully inside, and winced. It felt as if something had shattered around him, but he didn't know what. It was all of the spells, all of the hexes and curses and blessings, canceling out everything magical about him and on him. All but his vampirism, which felt strangely odd (Luster had been turned by Tara ages ago by the time he and Seth formed the shop). But he no longer felt ill, he no longer felt a presence of anger about him, the dormant presence of the berserker. Eventually, he looked at Melinda. He needed out. This was definitely not a safe place for him to be...
"He's not answering." Mina said, hanging up. She added "typical..." ever so quietly, as she pondered calling Yuna or not.
Perhaps they were going to need somebody else's insight... Perhaps a trip to the Dream Realm was in order...
she would catch methuselah as he started fall he seemed to be some kind of pain . his reactions were indicative of the sudden onset of a massively painful migraine. She wasent sure what to do , Hearing Mina she would holler back to her, " something is wrong with the vampire he collapsed , " she could hear Meths words of needing to get out of the building , as weak as they were his words a whisper as he wraithed again and again racked with pain. She had no idea what to do ...
meanwhile as the wave of nausa hit Methuselah his head would start to screatch with pain. Suddenly the wolrd around him would spin nothing nothing but pain and then it was nothing but spinning after the images of innocent cleared and his time with her there would be something else. Something he'd heard before. Something that seemed to sing to the deepest corners of the vampires mind.
he felt like was spinning in a void and then suddenly falling with a feather as a resounding and repetitive "click, click, click " Could be heard. In that darkness there was nothing nothing but that "click, click, click" For a long while and then finally his would open in his mind and he'd be standing in that temple he knew oh so well by now, the temple of the first evil.
He was laying on the cold bare floor stareing the ceiling and as he sat up he'd hear again that echoing "click, click , click " But this time he could make out which direction it was coming from and as those crimson orbs looked around he'd notice the temple was in decay and not far from him was a man sitting on the floor, Seamingly putting puzzle pieces together over and over. finally his voice would speak and the words were in common but mixed wioth ancient. "Whow to you who's returned rather late. " Spoke the man as he continued to put the pieces of the puzzle back together and then take them apart again.
* this man looked much like he himself except with completely black eyes black swirling eyes that seemed to speak of the void itself. was he alive was he dead ? why did he keep doing what he was doing without even looking at meth. The mans long pin staright hair was very simaler to his own and he too was exteremely pale much like meths own self. But his clothes those were different his energy also different slight differences facially as well. Then the click click again.
The man wore a pair of black leather cut up pants and a black peasent shirt from modern time Lochness .
Over time he would speak again " are you just stay there lad or get moving ? " He'd ask rather sharply this man seemed cold and distant but vaguely familer like he'd seen him before but couldent place from when *
Methuselah gripped his head with his hands. His lips parted into a scream, but no sound escaped him. He fell to his knees. He was unaware of Melinda and Mina's presence. The particular shatter that had occurred of which Methuselah felt? It came from the High Priest's spell in his mind. The High Priest's spell was so bogged down by the evolved counter spells, counter curses, counter hexes, and counter blessings of the shop, that it shattered, filling Methuselah with a flood of memories not only from the previous time he was in the Loch Ness, but from his time before being a vampire, his time as an Ancient, as well, the time of the First Battle. Methuselah writhed in pain, and eventually he finally cried out. Mina rushed to him, a look of concern on her features. What the hell happened? She didn't know what to do. She couldn't cast any spells inside the shop. Seth wouldn't answer his phone.
"Help me bring him to the back..." Mina said to Melinda.
The back room was Seth's storage room. It's where shadows danced across the walls. It's where Mina slept after she had been taken by Fiskar the first time, when she was confined to Seth's shop. Melinda was not allowed in that room, and Methuselah sure as hell wasn't allowed back there, either, but it was the only thing Mina could think of. Before she could move, however, Methuselah snatched Mina's wrist. He had become abnormally and suddenly quiet. He was still on his knees, head lowered, long white hair curtaining his face, hiding his expression. Mina had not panicked when Methuselah had grabbed her wrist. Instead, she slowly lowered herself to the ground before him.
"Methuselah?" she asked, tentatively.
Something had happened in Methuselah's mind...
Mel was super worried as well she was doing all she could to keep methuselah up she had grabbed his arm and swung it over her shoulders when Mina had suggested she follow her with helping meth. she had gotten the Vampire and her self to her feet and sighed some as she spoke "Damn vampires heavier then he looks "*she snapped as she started walking toward the back room when suddenly Meth would reach out and snatch minas wrist which suffice it to say had rather alarmed mel , but when mina lowered and ushered her too as well she would lower and let the vampire kneel while keeping his balance for him hopeing he would recover and that he was okay. *
*Mean while in Meths mind even asking the man before him what he meant was enough to jump start that trip as suddenly the whole world spun around again and he was suddenly back in that bloody field then in the temple fighting someone or sparing ? what was it then and image of a woman again the white haired woman he'd learned was Asunas mother , but this time she was in royal garbs and in the temple and he was bowing to her then suddenly other images of him bowing to a man who also stood in that temple. THen the world spun again and he would see the white haired woman sealed in a life size Crystal on display in the personal court room and he was bowing again the man who stood over him.
Then finally again back to the field were he stood with nothing but blood all over him . *
He was no longer in pain, but he seemed to be reliving something. Methuselah did not move, did not speak. He simply stared down at the ground, lost in his mind, lost in the memories that had been kept from him for so long. Mina could feel him shaking, his grip still tightly on her wrist. With her free hand, she reached for his long white hair, and tried moving some of it aside in order to see his face.
"Methuselah..." she said to him, again, trying to bring him back to reality.
The blue-haired woman touched his cheek gently, whispering that everything was okay.
Methuselah suddenly released her wrist. His attention snapped to her. He stared at her with voided blood red eyes for a moment before he pushed himself away from both women. In an instant he was on his feet, and heading for the door. He needed out.... he needed out... Mina, concerned, blaming herself, stood up and rushed after him. Methuselah pulled the door open with inhuman strength, and stepped out of the building. He winced as everything that had been cancelled out returned to him... But yet the High Priest's spell had been shattered, and Methuselah still had his memories. As the door was shutting behind him, the petite blue-haired woman squeaked out the door after him, and her eyes went wide when her wrist was snatched once more. Pulling her forcibly against himself, he had already opened a portal back to Trump Tower, back to his armor and weapons, and back to Sirus' portal.
"Methuselah?!" Mina gasped, confused by his sudden actions, and definitely not strong enough to pull away from the muscular General.
"Forgive me, m'lady Mina. Sirus hast mine wife... And now I remember her."
When Methuselah appeared on the roof, Locke was sitting next to the albino's armor and swords, seemingly bored.
"Well. Looks like you found her, then?" he asked, unimpressed.
"Thou hast mine thanks." he said to Locke, quickly moving toward the suddenly appeared portal that would take him to save Xiu and Innocent.
"I'll take care of her for you..." said Locke, about Melinda, as she flew through the portal.
Lock stood casually, his hands in his pockets, and a rather mischievous grin upon his lips as he began to glow dark, until Methuselah and Mina were hidden from her view and insight. According to Melinda, it was just her and him in total darkness.
she would have chased after bpoth hollering to mina as she burst out the door and watched them sinking into a portal " METHUSELAH" she screamed as she caught mels hand in hers and tried to pulle her back to safety but no avail Meths grip was stronger then hers and the portals pull was also to strong dragging mel a long with them but a few seconds behind.
once she reached the other side her grip had been lost in the transfer and she would roll out the portal and get back to her feet immediately looking around for the other two. But there was no sign of them and instead Locke was standing before her with his hands in his pockets . Those crimson eyes would light with annoyance and impatience.
" it was you wasent it your the one who lead the the vampire to us and now you've let him get away with Mina. Damn you , "* she would glare at him and summon her sword by slamming her to hands together and her sheathe and sword forming as she she snatched it from its sheathe and in the next instant was before the man blade to his throat . "Where are they ? "
Methuselah glanced over his shoulder to Locke, but there was nothing but darkness. He looked back to Mina. As Malrich's apprentice, she could have easily cast any spell at him, but she didn't. She was too kind to hurt a soul. She could have put him to sleep, but she didn't. She seemed unafraid of him, though surprised, and definitely concerned for her friend. But she did not try and escape him. He wondered if she knew. If she had used her little seer magic and saw the outcome and deemed it not dangerous.
"I promise I shalt keep thyne self out of as much danger as I can, m'lady." he said to her, picking up his armor and swords.
"I know." she simply said, her green eyes on him for a moment before she glanced at the darkness.
"Doth not worry. As a descendant of mine self and m'lady Asuna, m'lady Melinda ist more than capable of handling this."
"It's not Melinda I'm worried about..." Mina said casually, stepping through the portal with Methuselah to the Loch Ness.
The pink-haired man watched as Melinda summoned her sword and pointed it right at his throat. He did not flinch. He did not even move an inch. He remained standing still, his red eyes on her, his hands still in his pockets. He stared at her for a long moment after she had asked her question, then, finally, he shook his head slowly.
"When are you going to finally realize that you can't hurt me?" he drawled, rolling his eyes. "At any rate, they're right through that portal, there." he said, taking a step aside, the darkness fading. "I was just giving my hulking friend, there, a head start. Better make that split-second decision quick, though- Will you stay or will you go?"
As soon as Melinda looked at the closing portal, Locke was gone.
she would see the darkness fade and note the portal as she watched the man disappear she was not going to leave Mina in the hands of the vampire and she was sure as hell not going to let sirus lay a hand on mina. *with that she would dash toward the portal kitanna still in hand and slide the distance on the ground into the portal that lead god knew where but so help her if she did not find mina in time.
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