Shiny Motley
2016 Singles Football
(OOC: Private fight between @Mr.RMA and me, or @Kyubeon. You can watch but you can't join. Sorry!)
As a light breeze quietly swept through the town, so too did the nonexistent sound of footsteps echo through the stadium. The figure of a young man standing among the rubble could barely be made out under the light of the waning moon. This is it, this is the place, he thought as he bent down and picked up a pebble. He rolled the object between his fingers, bright green eyes examining it from every angle as he tried to decipher the place’s secrets.
A few months ago, this place had been in beautiful, pristine condition, or so he had heard. The sound of fighting and cries of battle would ring throughout town as contestants pit themselves against each other in a tournament. Though everything seemed mostly innocuous at first, a hidden evil lay beneath the commotion, growing stronger with each fight that took place until she finally broke through and wreaked havoc as she tried to give her incorporeal body form at the tournament’s end. Many of the fighters in the tournament and their friends banded together to defeat her, but in the process, the ruler of the world had been killed. Now, the only reminders of the event were the destruction of the stadium and the dagger that had claimed both the evil’s and the ruler’s life.
At least, that’s what he had been told. The man turned to another shape in the area and gave it a small grin. “How do you like being back here, Mini Sorrel?” he said to it. As the moon moved out from behind a cloud, the face of a girl could be made under the light. He walked over and lifted her chin, a sadistic smile on his face as he stroked her jawline. The girl didn’t move, however, and her eyes remained closed. “Oh, that’s right, you’re still sleeping right now. Don’t worry, I’ll take you back home soon, very soon~”
The man continued grinning as he stood back up, and the slightest glance of moonlight revealed his jet black hair and what appeared to be a keyboard case strapped to his back. He looked down at his long, lean fingers, admiring them for a while before moving on to his other hand. He snorted. “Well, you’re not exactly in the best of shape, Sorrel, but your hands seem strong enough from all your years of playing instruments,” he muttered. Lifting them up to eye level, he made a slight flicking motion with his wrist, and a large burst of air suddenly shot out in front of him. “And at least you’ve been harnessing control over your powers, huh?”
A sound suddenly disturbed him from his experiments, making him look around the stadium in alertness. He chuckled to himself. “I know you’re there, you can’t hide from me. C’mon now, I promise I won’t hurt you… unless you give me good reason to~”
As a light breeze quietly swept through the town, so too did the nonexistent sound of footsteps echo through the stadium. The figure of a young man standing among the rubble could barely be made out under the light of the waning moon. This is it, this is the place, he thought as he bent down and picked up a pebble. He rolled the object between his fingers, bright green eyes examining it from every angle as he tried to decipher the place’s secrets.
A few months ago, this place had been in beautiful, pristine condition, or so he had heard. The sound of fighting and cries of battle would ring throughout town as contestants pit themselves against each other in a tournament. Though everything seemed mostly innocuous at first, a hidden evil lay beneath the commotion, growing stronger with each fight that took place until she finally broke through and wreaked havoc as she tried to give her incorporeal body form at the tournament’s end. Many of the fighters in the tournament and their friends banded together to defeat her, but in the process, the ruler of the world had been killed. Now, the only reminders of the event were the destruction of the stadium and the dagger that had claimed both the evil’s and the ruler’s life.
At least, that’s what he had been told. The man turned to another shape in the area and gave it a small grin. “How do you like being back here, Mini Sorrel?” he said to it. As the moon moved out from behind a cloud, the face of a girl could be made under the light. He walked over and lifted her chin, a sadistic smile on his face as he stroked her jawline. The girl didn’t move, however, and her eyes remained closed. “Oh, that’s right, you’re still sleeping right now. Don’t worry, I’ll take you back home soon, very soon~”
The man continued grinning as he stood back up, and the slightest glance of moonlight revealed his jet black hair and what appeared to be a keyboard case strapped to his back. He looked down at his long, lean fingers, admiring them for a while before moving on to his other hand. He snorted. “Well, you’re not exactly in the best of shape, Sorrel, but your hands seem strong enough from all your years of playing instruments,” he muttered. Lifting them up to eye level, he made a slight flicking motion with his wrist, and a large burst of air suddenly shot out in front of him. “And at least you’ve been harnessing control over your powers, huh?”
A sound suddenly disturbed him from his experiments, making him look around the stadium in alertness. He chuckled to himself. “I know you’re there, you can’t hide from me. C’mon now, I promise I won’t hurt you… unless you give me good reason to~”
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