The Forgotten Zodiac

((From now on this is the story board. When we need Bun to see things and she hasn't been on dA in forever, we post them here.))

"M-Michael?" The white mage was backed against a cliff, blood from his various cuts soaking down his white robes. "Michael!" A blue panther crept closer to him, blood dripping from its fangs and claws.

The red headed blue mage cast a Bomb's fire breath ahead of him, incinerating a fairy as it charged him and glancing up at Syl. "Go ahead!" He shouted, then stepped closer to the fairy, running his sabre through it's chest and finishing the kill.

The blonde nodded, relieved, and closed his eyes, and then leaned forward grabbing onto the panther and whispering, "Bad Breath." Green gas slid out of his mouth and into the panther's lungs. The panther then flashed, shrinking and turning green. When the transformation was over, and weakened frog lay at the boy's feet, and he instantly swung his staff, slamming the animal into the cliff it had had him backed up against. Once dead, it's body changed back to its original form, and Syl sighed for a second, breathing in deep and slow to calm his shaking hands. "A-Angel Whisper." He whimpered, glowing white and grinning as the cuts on his limbs and torso healed.

By the time he looked up, Michael was backed against a waterfall, as with the first fairy's death, the remaining three fairies, two Titianas and one Sprite, had instantly charged. He had managed to take out the Sprite, but other than that had done no good and was pressed against the waterfall, right arm held limply at his side and left holding out the blade. Syl shot forward, leaping off the rise he was on and crossing about half the battlefield, before glowing white again. The white glow surrounded Michael as well, and the Whisper's effect set in almost immediately.

Michael grinned, placed his hands together, and burst into flame. The fire, fueled by the life energy of his entire body, enveloped the remaining two Titianas and leaving no bodies behind. Once the smoke cleared, Michael's body appeared again, and, surprisingly, he look absolutely fine, if like he had a splitting headache. "Thanks, Syl. It looks like we just won."

Syl smiled and nodded for a second, then turned, and gasped, absolutely horrified at what he saw. "Oh... Oh holy /Mateus/." He back away toward the edge of the battlefield, gripping his Nirvana staff till his knuckles were white. "Michael? M-M-Michael?"

The other teen jumped and turned around, immensely surprised at Syl's irreverent use of the Totema's name. "Oh... I think I second that motion." Michael turned around and ran to Syl, grabbing him by the collar, and then moving to push him out of the engagement zone. "Judge! As a member of this clan, I hereby exile the remaining clan members from this engagement, accepting all consequences of doing so."

The judge nodded, though what he was thinking behind his mask was impossible to tell. The bodies of his fallen clanmates disappeared and the judge turned, facing Syl. "Do you, Sylvester Ciralo of the Clan Eternal, hereby accept your expulsion from this engagement?"

Syl shook his head and brushed off Michael's hand. "Michael, no. You can't do this! It's insane! You know what's at stake here, you can't do that."

Michael reached out and grabbed his friend's arm. "Syl, you know that I know everything that's at stake here, and I am asking you to trust me. Go for help. There should be another clan on the way, you get someone after them and send someone to town for more help and we'll be fine. Israel'll know the fastest way to get there."

"Michael..." Syl sighed, torn between not wanting to abandon his friend to the monsters and wanting to go for help, which in the end would also save his friend. Then, making up his mind, he reached for the ring around his neck. "Here, take-"

"No. You know if I fail, you could lose that, and I can't risk that. Now, go!" Michael grabbed Syl and turned him around, pushed him out of the engagement field, and wiped his sabre on his pants. He eyed the wyrms nervously, but held his sword up and his head high, ready for combat.

Wwwwyyyyyyyyyrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmssssssss.

I hate them.

Not as much as the sand-beast thing, but they're still freaking annoying.

It would have been more ironic if it had been Tonberries, though.

TONBERRIES. I HATE THEM. :U

But one Tonberry isn't scary enough, and three tonberries is unrealistic. Like I deserve to care about realism. I'm about to bring in made up biskmatars.

Antlions are evil, but easy once you train, and wyrms are awful.

Soren suddenly felt wide awake. He had this odd feeling in his stomach, and it felt as if his heart were about to pulse right out of his chest. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The last time he’d had this feeling, it was right before….

The mage whirled around, his eyes locking in on Adrian, the other Branded. It seemed that the boy had sought him out in this chaos; he was staring directly at him and seemed that he were just waiting to be noticed. Soren turned to face him fully, pointing at him as he gripped the thunder tome.

“Enshunirida!” the mage called, as a bolt of lightning shot forcefully from his hand. The boy ducked out of the way with extraordinary reflex, and Soren quickly sidestepped as a knife whipped out at him. The kid was fast. Soren would have to be faster.

He chanted the spell again, the words hastily leaving his mouth as he directed another surge of electricity at the blue haired child. It was again sidestepped. His knife lashed out, and Soren moved back. The cycle repeated itself over and over again.

“Enshunirida!”

Miss.

“Hyayaah!”

Miss.

Soren paused a moment, gathering himself to put more power into the spell, and the boy lashed out a second time. The mage acted on reflex, using his tome to bat the knife away.

Adrian’s eyes widened as his blade was knocked from his grasp. Almost instinctively, he latched onto the thing that had taken it; Soren’s tome. The two stood there for a while, growling at each other as they played tug-of-war like children. Adrian tore it from Soren’s grasp and flipped it open.

“Enshuru!”

It was a weaker format of the spell, but the shock that Soren had over the fact that the boy knew how to use it distracted him from the bolt of lightning that hit him. Soren doubled over, feeling like his feet were going to shoot through his head, or something of the sort, as the electricity racked his form. The spell was short lived, though, and the mage was resistant to magic. He quickly recovered from the hit.

“Give that back!”

“No!”

Soren jumped at the boy, and it was tug-of-war again. At once, they both seemed to have the same idea.

“Enshunirida!” they called in unison.

There was a large crack of thunder, and the tome in their hands turned to dust as the both staggered back, in shock from each other’s critical hit. They stood there, glaring at each other and panting heavily. Soren reached for the light tome, but the boy’s words caused him to pause.

“You win, I’m done,” he said, panting and looking pale in the face.

Soren lowered his tome. “I-I… think I’m done, too,” he said between gasps. The boy suddenly smiled at him.

“Are you sure? What about—“

The boy didn’t even need to finish the sentence before Soren realized his mistake. He took off across the battle field. “Ike! Ike!”

It had all been a distraction. A stupid, stupid distraction.

“Ike!” he screamed again.

The Commander turned, not for his name, which wasn’t even relevant currently, but at the frantic voice. His eyes narrowed.

Soren gasped, realizing. He was behind Rhys, Ike was charging at him, sword drawn with a murderous look on his face. The mage screamed, caught like a deer in the headlights and frozen to his spot, red eyes wide with fear.

He got the air knocked out of him, finding himself sprawled on the ground a moment later. Then, there was the boy’s voice.

“Sorry! I fell!”

Adrian was lying.

((That's most of it.))

BAD ADRIAN. BAD BOY. GO STAND IN THE CORNER.

Those two should not fight, despite how awesome it was. Adrain and Soren are amazing, but Soren is much cooler, and Adrian will now need to be slapped. With a fish.

((Adrian's about to switch teams, though. With Jiri.))

Oops, did I just let that slip?

OH REALLY? COOLS. Here, I'll slip something to make up for it. Kyle thinks he's a god and has a strange relationship with Michael that could be confused for a romance.

D: What have I been missing here?

This is the random stuff board, probably. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand. Michael/Kyle relationship is very odd. Very odd. And you'll get flashbacks that could be taken as suggestive, except then you put them in context and absolutely not.

BLECH.

What? It's only Kyle being creepy. "Have you decided to love me yet, Michael?" Stuff like that.

So stupid people can assume it's suggestive, and intelligent people will realize that Kyle is insane.

Oh. Right, I already knew that. XD

Kyle/Michael wouldn't even work as a romance. At all. Despite the fact that it's going on in the roleplay I have with Hannah. But that's different. Michael's a girl, for one.

Well, that's...creepy. On a number of levels. A high number of levels.

Here's the explanation of my Zodiac characters. I took Capricorn and Leo. Warning, I'm not sure how all of this will work out just yet, so bear with me.

Name: Leo

Gender: Male

Zodiac: Leo

Leo is a tough Zodiac, and he is very strong. He can be very blunt, and sometimes does things to the point of being rude. He is ferocious, and is not afraid to fight. In fact, you could say he loves to fight. He has wild curly red hair and green eyes, and the body of a muscular 18 year old boy. His skin is permanently tanned. His best friend is Cyan, the Capricorn Zodiac, and he protects his mute friend as well as he can. They've been together for as long as either can remember. Leo's skin is rock hard, and no blade or bullet could ever hope to hurt him. He can jump off a mountain and land on the ground and be perfectly fine. His hair is the source of his powers, since it's like a lion's mane. The more of his mane that he loses, the weaker his powers become. His hair grows back fast, however. Shave him bald, it'll come fully back in half a day.

Name: Cyan

Gender: Male

Zodiac: Capricorn

Cyan is shy and easily startled, and it's hard to gain his trust, if at all possible. He can't speak, due to the fact that his throat was slashed and ravaged when he was held captive. He can make small sounds that sound almost like animal noises, but nothing more than that. He speaks through gestures and hand signs, which are usually translated by his friend, Leo. Cyan is extremely agile and flexible, almost to the point of being a contortionist. He has silver hair that comes down around his neck, complete with bangs that sometimes hide his eyes. The whites of his eyes are black, and his eye color is golden yellow, giving him a haunted look. His skin is completely and utterly white, and he is very slender. Two small goat horns no longer than a finger sprout from just above his ears. Cyan can use telekinesis and levitate, plus he can turn himself partially invisible. He loves animals, and he commonly sneaks off to be by himself. He can sit motionlessly for hours on end, never moving, enjoying the peace and quiet.

And Kyle's... Well, he's still evil, but he's nicer. No, he's not. He's evil to everyone but her and his little sister. He doesn't care about his parents though. But they were completely and totally in love, until Michael deliberately sniffed brain-killing chemicals and wiped her memory.

YAY FOR THEM. What're the powers?

And Kyle's... Well, he's still evil, but he's nicer. No, he's not. He's evil to everyone but her and his little sister. He doesn't care about his parents though. But they were completely and totally in love, until Michael deliberately sniffed brain-killing chemicals and wiped her memory.

YAY FOR THEM. What're the powers?

Cyan can use telekinesis and levitate, plus he can turn himself partially invisible. Leo's skin is rock hard, and no blade or bullet could ever hope to hurt him. He can jump off a mountain and land on the ground and be perfectly fine. His hair is the source of his powers, since it's like a lion's mane. The more of his mane that he loses, the weaker his powers become. His hair grows back fast, however. Shave him bald, it'll come fully back in half a day.

Ah. Leo and Cancer would get along then. Fight everything, hit them with swords, and can't get hurt. Cancer gets really slow when he's shielding though. He can also use it to shield people close to him, so the slowness helps him somewhat.

Libra can alter the balance between himself and another person. He can shove pain he's experienced into them, but he could also use it for happiness or other positive experiences.

They might get along, but they might not. Leo is a pretty big jerk to anyone he doesn't know, and to those that he does know...he's still a jerk. XD But it's a nice kind of jerk. Like, if someone is hurt, he's going to help you wheither you want him to or not. Period. He won't take no for an answer. If he's made up his mind over something, you can NEVER change it.

Well, he's known all of these people for hundreds of years. Literally. The Zodiacs created the human race, on accident, so he'd probably already know if he does or doesn't like them.