Seear's Dance Rp [5/5]

Standing up and waving at a few patrons at the tavern, Fraise followed the man outside, softly sighing as the cool air pressed against his skin. He sighed as they walked,
"This better be worth the trek. I'm not in the mood to wander around Varla on a petty scavenger hunt."

 

"It most definetly won't and besides it's not like I'll search all of town for the one screamer"

 

Vitiate refocuses his amplification to heightening the senses of those around him. The 'sickening aroma of blood' magnified in the nostrils of those who surrounded him and the body, the sight of blood pooling became ultra high definition. Terror grew in the hearts of all, driving them insane with the trauma of the situation at hand.

 

This one seems bloodthirsty. Better to be prepared.
Pull out my spear and lower my stance, ready to fight. Take note of the blood and wine/beer on the ground.
"Do you suppose spears work on ghosts?," he says to his side, towards Darx.

 

I transform back to my regular form. A shriveled monk bathed in black robes. The runestone implanted into my foreheads glows bright white, as my sword with the same runestone embedded into the conjuntion of it's handle, crossguard, and blade jumps back into existence. Then, the sword duplicates repeatedly until I am surrounded by five sword, waiting in midair for my command.

"Ghosts? Kehehe... You insult me." I say. I wave my hand, and the five swords dig themselves blade first into the ground. "Sheathe."

"No. I am something far less sinister. The Serpent of Illiarel. Lord of Entropy. I seek no evil, only anarchy. And it is my Scrolls that have foretold of my coming." I say coolly, "If it helps you feel safe, point a sword at me. Really, do."

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Also @Tisaun minor thing but I noticed you've been spelling my name as 'Vititae' rather than the correct 'Vitiate'. not a huge deal just wanted to point out if you were confused

 

“How am I sure your not lying.”

 

I'm sorry, I swore I had it written as Vititae in the main post. Won't happen again.

 

"Spirit then.
And this is a spear."
What's the ground made of and how easily did it just stab through?
"What were you doing over there?"

 

The ground is made from stone tiles and cement in the in betweens. From this distance, you can't quite make out if he stabbed through the tiles or in the cracks. That said, the swords met little resistance, stabbing into the street with the ease of an axe into wood.

 

Alrigh, thanks.

 

Btw making sure

 

Fraise rolled his eyes and sighed, activating his particularity. He rushed past Deton, turning his head to wink at him,
"Not unless I find them first. I'll see you there~."
Fraise began making his way to where he thought he heard the scream.

 

While Fraise rushed through the streets and arrived at the scene in only a couple of moments, Deton simply kept on a sure pace, reaching into his pocket for a small coin. Even in the cold weather, the coin maintained it's heated as the man flipped in with his fingers. As he was arriving at the intersection between two streets, he saw the dancer with his back to a building, looking over at a trio of very peculiar figures; A cloaked man with a spear, someone or something that resembled like a man in monk robes, and a teenager, who didn't have anything in his hands.

"Pack of weird ones yeah?" Deton said as he stopped by Fraise's side, only for the latter to nod, still looking at the scene.

 

I'll look over them for 5 seconds each and use my perticularity to learn basic info about each. to the one I'm looking at my eyes flash white for a split second

 

Peering into their minds, Deton first looks at the silver-haired teen. His name is Darx, and it would appear he is... unemployed? Deton shakes his head and keeps going. Human, seventeen. Turning to the cloaked one, the man tried to look into his mind, but to nearly no avail. He got that his age was twenty-two, but anything more than that gave the Herillian a headache.
Then, he turned to the floating man. Vitiate, a hundred and thirty-six years old. As Deton tried to look for his race and information, a searing headache burst in his head, leaving the man with a hand on the side of his head. Whatever 'that' was, it had done something unique to itself.

 

I look at Vitiate and the clocked man ''Alright you two look interesting, who are you?'' then i take a quick look at Darx and say ''No offense, you just look average compared to them''

 

Immediately back away, so I have both the ghost and the newcomers in my sights.
With another second of thinking, I put my spear away.
They don't seem like they're together.
"It's common courtesy to introduce yourself before asking."

 

Fraise smirked and glanced at Deton,
"Perhaps you shouldn't judge one's appearance too early. A first impression is more important than you think."
He look over the trio before bowing gracefully,
"Fraise Othima, a charming and lovely dancer from Aatsura. Who are you all?"

 

"Most of you don't look like the common folk"

 

"Nice to meet you."

"What are you doing here?"