Taking a stroll

[Darkmage4]

Darkmage was just taking a stroll in the town of Edge. Nothing new and interesting happening today. Humming and singing to himself looking at other people. People looking at him funny because he's wearing a dark Mage cloak a sword and evil lookin*Hahaha*. He laughed to him self.

He looked afar and saw a fight brawl out. *ugh* he thought. He intervened and stopped it. Apparently it was a brother sister quarrel. He sighs under his breath and walks away. "Geez what's up with people lately..." He then walks into 7th heaven and orders a drink.

(My lame attempt at trying to RP again. )

[Leon Walter Deltova]

The 7th Heaven bar was a fairly busy place that day. People's voices filling the air with chatter, laughter and merriment. The sun was still fairly high in the sky and life was sweet. People went about their business and chatted easily, passing no particular eye at or on anyone.

It was in the corner of the bar that a particular patron was sitting. With desperado style, but firm brimmed hat over his eyes, a man in a black trench coat, dark, battle worn blue jeans and combat boots, lounged. One of his hands rested on the cool mug before him, the moisture from the air condensing on the cold glass, the other resting near the hilt of one of his two swords. The man, from his obvious armament, was a traveling warrior and mercenary, taking jobs to make a living. He was no stranger to battle, and though a veteran was entitled to some form of respect, this particular man shrugged off honor with a smile and a laugh.

One of the waitresses came over and tapped on the table, rousing him from his slight dose.

"Excuse me sir, but would you care to place your feet on the floor? A patron might have need of that chair that your foot is occupying." She said, not trying to hid the contempt in her voice.

The man simply took his hand from the glass he had been holding, tipped up his hat and looked at her, sunglasses covering his eyes. He didn't reply, didn't move, but continued to stair at her. Soon, perhaps half a minute later, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. It was cool in the bar, a nice 70 degrees Fahrenheit. She cleared her throat, and looked about quickly before continuing.

"I... I can see that no one is going to need that chair right now. Sorry to disturb you." She said, fumbling over her words.

The man smiled and nodded his head as she turned to leave.

"Excuse me, Miss? Could I get another drink? This one seems to have gone dry." He said, quickly downing the glass before she could turn back around.

She turned to look at the man, gave him a very forced smile and took the glass he had offered.

"How will you be paying for this, Mr...?" She asked, trying for all the world to be done with this weirdo.

"Deltova. Leon Deltova, and here." The man replied, handing the girl a few bills. "See to it that I'm able to get several more drinks." He added as she took the money to the counter, got his drink, and brought it to him.

The waitress placed the drink on a coaster and turned hurriedly away from the man, eager to be done with him. Leon only chuckled as he took a sip of the fresh drink, the pulling the hat back over his eyes. People can be worked anywhere they are... Leon though with a smile.

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[Darkmage4]

Mage only ordered something light, because of his travels, didn't want to get to drunk and not able to walk, or fight if needed. Mage hated to fight though, if he had to fight, he would try to fight and not hurt or kill anyone. He was a lot different than his counter part. He knew exactly who it is, but he dreads to even think about him, no one knows about the secret he has held onto for years. He sat down after ordering, next to a guy with his foot on a chair next to him. It kinda sounded like he was a local tough guy.

He then sipped his drink while the man next to him handed the waitress a few Gil for some drinks. He shot a look at him when he herd the last name, "Deltova"... He knew instantly who he was... His eyes had widened and he kinda looked a bit nervous. You would think someone with a long dark mage cloak, long silver hair, icy blue eyes, and a face that could kill someone instantly wouldn't be scared. But he was. He was scared at what he has done, and what he might do if he had ever found out who he was. But everyone mistakes him for his brother, and either tries to kill him, or recruit him because of who he looks like.

He drinks his drink up, and nervously got up and started to walk out the door, until someone surprised him from behind, he tried to get him off him, he then threw the guy off him. You could here a muffled voice, a girl. "Take that outside!". It was the owner. Tifa. She doesn't like fights in her bar.



(I'll leave it at that. Still a bit rusty. Ha.)

[Leon Walter Deltova]

Leon had been following the man who had just left with his eyes since the moment he had walked in and sat down. From what Leon had heard, this guy was some kind of monster of the battlefield. A veritable terror on the field, butchering men left and right. Something about this man, in particular, however, didn't carry himself like a fighter. His moves were cautious, careful. His mannerisms, from the mention of Leon's name, bespoke of hesitance and of timidity.

This guy wasn't the same monster that people were so afraid of.

Leon watched the man get up and leave after finishing his drink rather hurriedly, his eyes a bit wild. Whether someone else sensed that this guy wasn't what he seemed, or they just wanted to pick a fight, a different man stood up and moved to grab the guy. Leon was already rising slowly to his feet and moving towards the two. The man that Leon had been watching threw off his assailant, the bar owner calling for the ruckus to settle down or to take it outside. That was exactly Leon's idea.

Whether the man made it outside, Leon was already behind the attacker and had him by the scruff of the neck. He called out in surprise when Leon snagged him, but it was soon muffled by asphalt as Leon opened the door quickly and threw the man out into the street. Getting to his feet and a fist already moving through the air, the attacker wanted to teach Leon a lesson. The hit would have been good if Leon's boot wasn't already trailing the man's decent. Steel soul and toe met flesh and bone as Leon kicked the man square in the stomach.

Leon, at the moment, had his hands in his pockets, moving quickly forward towards the man whom he had just downed. The man was clutching his stomach, retching air and shaking fairly well.

"Now now... things get unpleasant if you go about promoting violence like that, friend. Just remember, solve things with your head, not fists." Leon said, kneeling down slightly to give the man a look at his face.

With a nod, Leon stood up and looked about, searching the small crowd of people for the man whom he had been watching.

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[Darkmage4]

Mage was a little devistated that this guy helped him... someone who kills for a living actually said fighting isn't the answer. He was all to confused about it... The guy wasn't just an ordinary guy. He was ShinRa property. He's part of the research and development facility. Mage had escaped years ago from there, as he was tortured since he was a kid. Now they want their puppet back. As the crowd dispersed, he had to slip away somehow undetected by more of ShinRa's people.

Some part of him wants to go to Leon, but another part doesn't. He knows Leon all to well, and is afraid of what might happen. They had a run in a few years ago, and faught. Mage then wiped out Leon's memory so he could forget about him. His spell wasn't full proof though. Some people still recognise him, but forget who or why they knew him. That's why he tried to avoid them, but it never really worked.

He moved away out of plain site. Hoping Leon didn't see him. All he wants is to become a normal person. Not a descendant of Sephiroth, and certainly not the professors puppet. SInce the Deranged Hojo died, a new sadistic and tormenting professor took over. He doesn't know his name, but he certainly knows what he can do to Mage if he ever catches him.

[Leon Walter Deltova]

Leon spotted the man whom he had been watching as he tried to slip through the crowd. The man obviously wanted to get out of sight, and fast. Unfortunately for the man, Leon wasn't going to let him skip town. Putting a hand to the side of his head, making it look like he was scratching his head, Leon toggled an IR marker on the man whom he had been watching. It didn't take long for the crowd to disperse, some people going back into the bar, others wandering off in different directions, either stumbling or just walking through the sunshine.

Leon, after helping the guy back into the bar into the receptive hands of other patrons, turned and walked down the street. A small holographic map lit up on the screen in Leon's sunglasses. The marker that he had placed on the man, a delightfully undetectable emission from an orbiting satellite that Leon had launched when he came to this world, lit up a location on an overlay map of the town.

"Got ya." Leon said with a smirk.

It was a simple matter of moving into an alley way, warping up to the roof tops, and following the short path that it was to run an intercept path to his target. Before long, Leon was looking down on the man whom he wanted to talk to. Hopping down onto the sidewalk before the man, perhaps 10 feet in front of him, Leon crossed his arms and looked at the man.

" 'Scuse me sir. Might I have a moment of your time?" Leon said, looking at the man full in the face.

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[Darkmage4]

He ran as fast as he could, almost tripping over himself wasn't imposible. He was a little on the clumsy side. Next thing he knows when he tripped over and face planted the ground and layed there for a moment. He herd that same chilling voice back at the bar, he looked up and in horror found that it was Leon. He switched from laying face to the ground to almost a backwards crab crawl. He tried to get up but his face hurted so much, blood was gushing from his head, and he felt a bit disorianted. "ughhn." Is all he could say. He grabbed his cloak, and casted Cure on himself, it helped a bit, but not as much as it should have.

He sat up, still a bit dazed by the fall and leaned up against the wall. He couldn't get any words out but "Ughnnn. Uhhhgg." He could only think of what he wanted to say. He was scared by Leon, he didn't know what could become of him if Leon found out he is Sephiroth's Brother reincarnate. Well. Almost a reincarnate... He was a failed specimen, but that didn't stop the new professor.

He looked up at Leon. "....." He then passed out.

[Leon Walter Deltova]

Yo DM. Is it OK to move your character around while he's out? If it's not let me know and I'll modify the post accordingly.

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The man that Leon had been tailing fell over on his face, cutting himself badly as he came into contact with the concrete. There was a fair amount of blood on the sidewalk, and on the face of the man before him. The man, however, was seemingly knowledgeable in the areas of magic, as an orb of blue energy encircled his head, healing some of the damage and stopping the flow of crimson liquid. The man, obviously afraid of Leon, muttered some unintelligible words before passing out.

With a sigh, Leon knew that he would have to wait for this man to come back to his senses. Going to the map on the screen in his sunglasses, Leon located a suitable location for the interrogation that would inevitably follow. Reaching down, Leon picked up the form of the unconscious man and tossed him over his shoulder. The man was surprisingly light, given his tall frame. People were quickly moving away from the two, but it mattered little to Leon what they might have thought of him. Civilians were just that, civilians. Nothing out rightly special of them, and something like this happening would be in their minds for only a brief time before they return their attention to whatever it was they were originally doing.

Calling upon his innate ability, Leon warped the two of them to the roof tops, jumping across the relatively short gaps between buildings, moving towards the location that he had sighted. An abandoned building on the outskirts of town, however cliche it was, Leon knew that it would allow for an uninterrupted meeting.

It took Leon perhaps a whole minute of teleporting and jumping across gaps to reach the building. An apartment building, still somewhat furnished fortunately, was the final destination. Walking into the building and searching about quickly, Leon found a room that would meet his needs. Taking a chair from one of the rooms, Leon placed the man in it and tied his hands behind his back. Taking a length of flexible wire from one of the pockets in his coat, Leon tied the man into the chair, securing it tightly. The wire was neither tight nor loose, but it was firmly tied so that the man couldn't just pop out of it with a little bit of struggling. Now that his subject was secured, Leon kicked back in a second chair and lit up a cigerette, waiting for his target to come to.

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