[RP] Writers of Fate

The white-haired young man walked into the town, the clink of his staff on the stone-paved road matching the step of his boots. Eyes turned in his direction, some looking for another customer, other at the strange hair and even more at the band that wrapped around his forehead and covered his left eye. His remaining emerald eye gazed back without malice. Despite the obvious damage, he seemed quite friendly and this put the citizens at ease.

As he walked down the streets of Gree, Leit searched for a tavern or a bar or whatever; after the walk there from Inlado, he desperately needed one. He could sense water nearby, so close he could taste it. Turning a corner, he came upon the The Grinning Fox. It was a bar in decent shape; didn’t look like it had too many rough customers.

Walking in, Leit saw only two other patrons; it was midday after all. Taking a seat at a table, he pulled out a ledger and began making notes in it. Despite him being away from the business, it was still a good idea to keep a record of his own. So far, his finances were doing well; whatever his father had written before him was still in effect, if anything had been written at all.

Leaning back, Leit remembered the day he got the news. The vice president of the trading company had come to him while he had been at home, cleaning the kitchen. Upon hearing the news the glass he had been wiping dry fell to the ground and shattered. Kishimoto had said it had been an accident but Leit didn’t believe that.

Even if Xandrian writing couldn’t work on other Xandrians, it could still affect normal humans. Who knew who it was. A rival company? Maybe even one of his own employees? That second thought was what had forced Leit to manage from afar. Until he could discover the answer, he would keep moving. There was always the chance it could have been a suicide but Leit didn’t want to believe that; his father had a good life, why give it up?

The barmaid was apprehensive of approaching the strange boy with the brooding look but he was still a patron. As she up close to him, he turned towards her with a smile.

“Just some tea if you would please. With a few lemon wedges on the side if you would, please.”

She nodded and left with his order, somewhat relieved that he at least seemed friendly.

Pulling out his cell phone, Leit set it on the table. His people always called him around this time and he was glad that this time he was at least comfortable. Reaching into another pocket in his long coat, he pulled out a small mirror. Staring into it, he could see his reflection. Or at least it looked mostly like him.

Staring back at him was a twin but with black hair and the band that covered his left eye now covered the right eye which glared back with a feral red gleam.

“What is it you want this time?” Leit whispered to his ‘black’ self.

“Just wanted to see what was going on. You know you we can’t see what the other sees. All I know is that we stopped. Have we finally reached Gree?”

“Yes, and I was just about to enjoy a cup of tea if you don’t mind. You know how exhausting that hike was.”

“How the hell could I not? I was the one that walked most of it.”

“You’re always saying that. What about the time it was me that trekked over the mountains to North Tarna?”

In the blink of an eye the two had switched and it was now ‘white’ Leit staring through the mirror.

“Fine, I’ll give you that. Now tell me, what do you plan to do here?”

Nearby the barmaid had come to deliver the order. She had stood there for a little while, listening to the odd conversation Leit was seemingly having with himself. Looking up at him, she noticed the change in hair color.

Wasn’t he… Didn’t he have white hair before?

She shook her head. Maybe she was just seeing things.

“Stop standing there like an idiot and hand over the drink. I just finished walking half the distance to the other coast and I need something to quench my thirst. And if you’re not going to hand over the tea, then I might as well take your blood,” the ‘black’ Leit growled.

Shocked, the barmaid nearly dropped the tray. Barely catching herself she left the tray at the edge, afraid to go any closer to the odd boy. Grabbing the mug, Leit squeezed one of the lemon wedges into it and took a sip.

“Hardly strong enough,” he muttered.
 
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Beside Leit, the phone rang, its chime annoying to the darker side of Leit.

“Well go on, answer it,” came the whisper from the mirror.

“Why should I? They’re your people.”

“Just answer the phone,” ‘white’ Leit sighed, watching his other side set the mug down.

Scowling, ‘black’ Leit picked up the phone in two fingers, as though it were some sort of disgusting creature. Delicately pressing a button, he held it up to his ear.

“What do you people want this time? I only just got a drink when you start calling me,” he snarled.

He had been expecting to hear the shocked tones of the director calling him; they had yet to get over the fact that Leit’s mood could change at the tip of a hat. Instead, he heard another voice, one distorted by a machine. No trace of anything was in it: no telling if they were male or female, what continent they came from, nothing except that they were used to being in command.

"Hello, Leit. Do not speak yet. You may call me Xandria. I have been watching you and you seem to be a worthy individual. I am glad to see that I am speaking to the darker one of the two of you. While normally you get a call from your associates at this hour, you will not be today. It has all been taken care of. Do you have any time right now?"

“I suppose now I do. I was drinking this subpar tea but you… You have a bit more weight than the drink. So, what is it you want me for?” Leit purred, the phone still held in two fingers like it was before though now they were even more hard-pressed against the material.

"I have some instructions for you to carry out. You do not have to do so if you do not wish, but you will be appropriately awarded if you do.

"Tonight, you will meet with someone at 1253 Savant Road in Gree. You will can do as he says or you can kill him. Whichever you choose will effect the outcome at the end, so choose wisely. Oh, and no using your notebook."

With that, whoever this Xandria person was hung up. Leit was left sitting there with the phone to his ear.

“Well that was interesting,” he said, closing the phone and setting it down before picking the mirror back up.

“What’s interesting?”

“It wasn’t one of your lackeys.”

“They aren’t lackeys. And if it wasn’t Kishimoto, then who was it?”

“Someone named Xandria.”

“Xandria?”

”I know just as much as you,” ‘black’ Leit shrugged. “But he wants us to do something. It seems we have to deal with someone.”

In the mirror, ‘white’ Leit could see the new gleam in his opposite’s eyes.

“We have to kill him I guess?”

“Or talk to him and do what he says. I’m inclined for the latter.”

Again they switched, and ‘white’ Leit was in control as he took a sip of the tea.

“The tea is perfectly fine. As for whoever this Xandria person is, he might just be another rival sending us to our deaths. You hadn’t thought of that did you? No, of course not. You go with what you feel. We talk to him first. What we do relies on what he says.”

“…Whatever.”

Putting the mirror away, Leit drank the rest of his tea. The barmaid came back with the bill, only at the behest of her boss, wlaking slowly towards Leit, afraid of what would happen this time. Standing up, Leit noticed her as he picked up his staff. She let out a low ‘eeek’ and was about to run off. Before she could, Leit was next to her with a hand on her forehead.

“Just as I thought. Let me guess, you saw something didn’t you? A monster? Demon? Maybe something happened to me? Just a delusion. And you have a fever too. You shouldn’t have come into work today. You have that fever that I’ve seen going around. First sign is delusions then a mild fever, followed by an insatiable need to sleep and the fever just gets worse and worse until you die from it. Good thing I caught it early. Go home and take care of yourself, ok? Don’t worry about the bill, I’ll hand it to the bartender.”

Through this the barmaid’s face ranged from scared to relief, to fear, and then back to relief.

“Y-yes, thank you sir. I’ll go do that right away.”

She began to walk off, her movements seeming a little dizzy. Leit smiled at the same lie he had been telling. He had put the words in her mind and now her own body would mimic it since she thought she had this fever. And no matter what she did, she would get better and think she had barely escaped death. Despite what his other side did, he always manged to make the people he interacted with more thankful for their lives.

He left the bill and the cash on the bar, the bartender thanking him for his diagnosis.

“So, can you tell me where Savant Road is?”

The bartender stroked a chin covered in stubble before answering.

“Its about 3-4 streets behind this tavern. There’s an alleyway to the left of this place that’s a straight shot to it. You’ll know you’re on Savant when you come out next to a flower shop with a blue roof.”

“Well, thank you, then,” Leit said, dropping a few more coins on the counter before leaving.

He followed the directions, though it seemed more like Savant road was seven or so streets behind the tavern, but he found the flower shop.

“Where is this person I’m supposed to meet then?”
 
Raistlin wasn’t sure what the woman just did, and he didn’t really care. He was going to end her life no matter what it took. As he stepped forward, he knew something was very, very, wrong. He felt as if he took a step forward, by all means, he should have. Instead, he noticed he just took one step back. He smiled once more, it was rather interesting to him. He went to raise his right arm, but felt his left arm lower. He immediately started roaring with laughter. “This is amazing!”, he exclaimed.

Everything was reversed, he hadn’t been so fascinated before in his life. He could kick his right foot right now and laugh at himself as he fell down because he left leg reared back. It was going to be rather confusing, and it would require him to put a little more thought in more menial tasks, but he was still confident that he could end this easily.

Lowering both of his arms backwards, he noticed as they both shot forward out in front of them. “It really isn’t that hard once you figure out what you’re doing. Damned interesting, however.”, he said. With both of his hands held out, he noted a puddle of water form around them both. It had begun to rain, but Raistlin couldn’t feel it. Even more interesting than before, he thought. Raistlin’s skin wasn’t wet just yet, so electricity was still safe to use.

Shooting electricity from both of his hands, he fired one at her, and one at the ground. Without a doubt she would dodge, but once she landed in the water, she was going to be out.

Just as he shot lightning from his fingertips, he felt a twinge of pain in his head. He was pushing it, lightning, teleportation, more lightning, he was going to have to cut it out, and with the rain, if she lived through this, he was going to be forced to get in close. With his movements reversed, he didn’t want to risk that.

After he was done with his lightning being shot at her, and the water, he simply teleported back into the bar, where his steak was waiting for him and took a bite. She had no way of knowing where he went. “There will be other days,” he said to himself.
 
Rouge held her stunned arm tightly and leaned against the brick wall as her eyes never left the man. The moment that she saw that he had taken a step backwards and looked puzzled, she knew that her technique had worked. What was odd to her was that he had then smiled again and then lowered his left arm - more than likely unintentionally. He had then started roaring out laughing, and Rouge raised a brow. "This is amazing!' She heard him yell.

She continued to watch as he had made the discovery of what she had just done to the controls of his muscles, loosening the grip on her own tricep. Rouge's face had went from determined to creeped. It was somewhat rare that she had to jolt someone's bodily functions to get the upperhand in battle, and whenever this did happen, the victim would most likely be shocked or terrified of what just happened to them; this man might have been confused for a moment, but he was clearly entertained now - which to Rouge was very unusual. If she wasn't put in this dangerous position, she probably would have laughed at him too.

Rouge felt a something wet hit her cheek, and then a couple more a few seconds after that. Glancing up briefly, she noticed that it was starting to drizzle, but she could tell that it would become a full leveled rain not too long from now. The feeling of the rain drops hitting against the skin of her arm that got shocked felt quite relieving. When he was finished laughing, she noticed that he had brought both of his hands out in front of him. “It really isn’t that hard once you figure out what you’re doing. Damned interesting, however.” But could you keep up? She questioned in her head. It took her a good couple of seconds to notice that the man's hands were out in a way as if he were about to release something. In other words: more electricity. Her focus immediately hardened as she had observed her surroundings. There were already puddles forming in several places of the alleyway, including one that she was only a step away from, but if this man could get harmed by his own lightning when wet, then chances were that it wasn't raining hard enough for that considering that Rouge predicted he was about to attack again.

But she then realized she had another weapon that could backfire whatever came at her. My dagger. . .she had noted. It had been in her skirt belt loop this whole time, and she hadn't noticed until now. She probably wouldn't have been able to pull it out while she was dangling from the ladder, but nothing was preventing her now. She wouldn't risk moving anywhere considering it would get her even more wet and prone to a bigger shock if she were to get hit.

Right when she had stopped calculating what to do next, she saw lightning flare up from his fingers. It was hard to not dodge, but standing in her place, she had immediately swung out her Snake of Eden and held it far in front of her by the handle while closing her eyes, bracing herself for any impact since she was somewhat doubting that the blade would completely deflect the blow since it wasn't that long. She heard the electricity make contact with the metal blade and felt the force of how hard it struck against it, but to her great relief, she felt no shock go through her body. If the shock got any closer to her heart, then she would most likely meet her end. She opened her eyes and noticed several sparks still traveling up and down the blade in abnormal shapes, and then turned around to see that the man had aimed for the water around her too. Seeing that it was sparking up a bit within the liquid, Rouge was glad that she hadn't moved. If she dodged in any direction, she would have leaped right into a fatal trap.

She looked back to the front of the alleyway, and to her surprise, the man was gone. She looked all around, suspecting that he had teleported somewhere else for another sneak attack, but he wasn't anywhere that she could see. Wherever he was, the reversal effect on him would last for a good hour or two before his muscle functions went back to normal. Everything had suddenly seemed very quiet as the rain had gradually picked up in force, the drops becoming more moderate. Rouge let out a big sigh of relief and closed her eyes once more, not feeling the need to move right now. Instead, she had slumped down against the wall until she was sitting down with her left knee up and her right leg lying down. Her hand was still clasped around her dagger, but then went up to rest her hand on her forehead as she felt more rain drops hit her body. She needed a minute or two of rest.

What did she do to deserve almost getting killed by that Advent? Nothing. Rouge answered to herself. She hadn't controlled his fate in anyway. She didn't write his name down in a book for any reason - she didn't even know his name. She was very much unaware of what his personal reasons were for attacking her. But she did manage to make him back off. As of now, she didn't want to see his face anytime soon.
 
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Arriving at the head quarters after visiting Kayan, the man used to track the Xandrians, Mystro unlocked the door and walked inside. It was quiet, but that was normal. Placing his keys in his pocket, he locked the door again. He instantly headed into the kitchen and fixed himself up a quick sandwich. Eating it while going up the stairs, he was now headed back to his room. It was empty and the only light that there was to show anything came from the window and landed on the floor of a blue carpet. The computer had still been on, but it was in sleep mode. Waking it up, he checked to be sure everything was ok and had not been gotten into by someone. Everything seemed ok, the only person who looked at anything he could tell was Kayan by the IP address.

Taking the last bite of his sandwich, he shut down the computer and locked the system. He mainly came here to grab his swords. He grabbed the scabbards for them, one went on his back and the other went around his waist and he then sheathed them.

Leaving his room, but locking the door before closing it out of slight paranoia, Mystro headed back out the door to get outside. This time, he didn't use his car, he just began to walk down the street. Pulling out his cell phone and surfing through the contacts, Mystro went to Raistlin. Choosing to send a text to him while walking, he typed in: <Where are you now? I need to discuss something with you, where should we meet?>

Mystro wasn't worried about time for any matter at all, so he was walking rather than driving. At the current time he was walking past a small pawn shop that was well displayed and very well organized considering what it was. Walking inside, he spoke to the clerk at the counter. "Hi, I'm Mystro, you said you'd have my order today?"

The clerk nodded and handed Mystro a small package. It was small enough to fit in the palm of Mystro's hand, yet it still had a good solid weight to it. A brown cloth wrapped around the entire thing, tied at the top with gold colored cloth. placing it in his pocket, Mystro payed the woman a rather large amount. "That should cover it." He left before the clerk could gather the change, his usual way of giving a tip without saying anything.
 
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[OOC: I felt like making a post, whether or not the RP is dying without Squee. Have to try something out ~]

Rouge awoken from what seemed like a doze. She was still in the position she was in before; sitting against the wall, her dominant hand holding her injured arm, and the Snake of Eden was lying slanted next to her. The earlier battle must have worn her out. Pulling out her cell phone, she checked the time on her screen. It had only been 10 minutes since she fell asleep, and it was still raining at a moderate level - but her clothes were drenched, so she would have to depart now or risk getting ailed.

Rouge brought herself off against the wall, grunting as her back was stiff from the position she was in. Her left arm seemed alright, but it still ached when her arm shifted. She would have to return to her condo and treat the damage somehow. That Advent...who knew where he had gone while she was still in that one spot, but she would be cautious as she would make her way to the Library parking lot. It wasn't too far of a walk, but she didn't want any more surprises for the night. Using her hands to push herself off the ground, her bad arm was shouting at her to stop, the sting of electricity still leaving its mark, but Rouge managed to ignore it. When she stood up straight, she waited until her vision had become clear again, and then began to walk out of the alleyway.

Reaching the main walkway, Rouge was surprised to see that there were hardly any pedestrians wandering around at this hour. She was aware that there were some all-nights residing in this town, but that factor must have depended on what the weather was like. Only one or two other people walked in the streets, both of them holding umbrellas above their heads as they quickly walked towards their destination. She restricted any movement with her left arm as she used her right hand to rub her eyes to rub away some rain drops that prodded her vision. Her hair had gone completely straight as it had sat drenched on her shoulders, appearing longer than it usually is, and she had pushed her bangs away from her eyes so that she could see where she was going. In the subject of weather, appearance was the least of her concerns unless it limited her ability to function right.

She strode past the entrance of the bar she was inside of earlier, ignoring it as she had completed two out of three tasks inside of the building. All she had to do now was go home and complete the third. She was utterly drowsy, however, and wondered if she would need sleep before she would do what she was planning. Xandria would more than likely find out if she did, but Rouge still wondered as to how that person knew what she was involved in. Rouge pondered in thought as she finally reached the edge of the library, making a left so that she would be in the parking lot. Her pace increased as she reached her vehicle, feeling the rain beating down a little harder on her. Pulling out her car keys out of her pocket, she pushed the button to unlock the door and brought herself into the car.

Driving to her condo from the library only took 10 minutes, and once she reached her abode she unlocked the front door and walked inside, locking the door behind her. Rouge noticed that she was breathing heavily, as if she was in a big hurry. She technically was, but she felt like she exerted a lot of energy. That's when she remembered: the side effects of using a lot of or strong forms of telepathy usually didn't hit until half an hour later after they're used. She had scrambled that man's muscle functions, and that was something she rarely had to do in her lifetime - not unless it was absolutely needed. Considering that he could avoid her physical attacks and one of her arms was rendered useless, it was an urgent move to make - but now it was taking its toll on her. She placed her palm on her chest, feeling her heart beat rather rapidly.

The dark orchid eyed woman had entered into her bedroom slowly, moving over to close her blinds and then to drink a glass of water to calm her system down. Sitting down on her bed and nearly slamming the glass down when she chugged the liquid down, she had gazed at the drawer across from where she sat - mainly the bottom drawer. She knew that the notebook was locked away in the bottom drawer, and her sight was nearly stuck to it like a magnet. Shutting her eyes and sighing in exhaustion, the visionary attraction to the bottom drawer wore off as she fell back on her sheets and felt her lids begin to close gradually. It was was one hell of a night.
 
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