[h3][b][color=ec008c]Lynnwell[/color] and ???[/b][/h3]


Lynnwell ignored the voice of a greenhaired young man on her way down an alleyway, briefly throwing a glance to the TV screen of a nearby shop. Spotting a picture of a criminal. Or so the Rhean news would label it. This was however a familiar face to her, a minor shock even.

[color=ec008c][b]"Shal-Akkun..."[/b][/color] Her clawed hand reached her chin as she walked in thoughts.

[color=ec008c][i]'To think thee would be born anew. Such cruel irony, thee who spoke so dearly about life being a one time occurance. Thee were wrong about me and thyself aswell. I wonder, were thine life as void as mine hast become? Nay matter how fair a song is, time shalt undo it, just like mine home.'[/i][/color] The pinkhaired girl threw a glance to the sky, it was the only thing which looked the same as it did... those many years ago.

[color=ec008c][i]'Oh Laurel... where art thee now?'[/i][/color] She took out the small portrait she had relieved from his school and looked it over, her clawed hand feeling the form of the face drawn upon it. She then was about to turn a corner when someone bumped into her, the portrait fell out of her clawed fingers and ended up into the hands of whomever she had collided with. Her feline looking eyes looked slightly up at who had the misfortune of meeting her and laying hands on her memorophilia.

[color=ec008c][b]"Give it back."[/b][/color] Lynnwell said as her eyes set at a pair of orange eyes, slightly obscured by green-yellowish hair. It was a young man clad in what could only be described to be a military attire. Was it a member of the Rhean authorities? She doubted it. He looked young.

[color=aba000][b]"Hmph. You should watch where you are going girl. Also I do not appreciate such a rude tone... show some manners."[/b][/color] The young man spoke out, he reached out and looked at the portrait he just caught. It wasn't anyone he knew. Lynnwell's eyes wandered over the young man and then to the portrait.

[color=ec008c][b]"It is thee whom shalt show respect to thine elders, which are wiser and stronger than thou art."[/b][/color] Lynnwell's eyes slightly narrowed as she took a step forwards with her hand outstretched for the portrait, waiting for it to be handed over.

[color=aba000][b]"Tch. Quite the nerve on you girl. You look younger than me. If you were anyone important, I would know your name. I'll give you this stupid portrait back, but you will appologize and show some manners. So let's hear it."[/b][/color] Orpheuz placed one of his hands at his waist as he waited to hear an appology.

[color=ec008c][b]"Looks may be deceiving, wight. This grimalkin hast bore many names, if thee art as knowledgeable as thee claim... child. Then have thee ever heard of Lyngurium Lie?"[/b][/color] Lynnwell's pose seemed to change as if she was analyzing the young man in front of her, she assumed a pose which was...dominant? Like a king posing for a portrait.

[color=aba000][b]"What did you call me? The name is.. Orpheuz. You do well to remember it. Your manners are lacking. Hmph."[/b][/color] Orpheuz snorted but his mind wandered, where had he heard that name before? Lyngurium Lie? Was it something he had read about? He couldn't quite place it. Was this person in front of him someone famous perhaps? An author of a book or something?

[color=aba000][i]'This girl is strange. Her pose has changed... she looks relaxed... in control. I do not like it.'[/i][/color] Orpheuz eyes felt like narrowing, but he decided to hold back his immediate thoughts.

[color=aba000][b]"I do not know of this Lyngurium Lie. Care to enlighten me girl? And what's with the old-man tongue?"[/b][/color] He said with an almost taunting tone.

[color=ec008c][b]"A saviour o' tribes, a warrior beside a saint, a foe to the friend of Rhea. That thee know not of me, proves mine former words true. Thee art but a child toying with flame, careful lest it shalt burn thee."[/b][/color] Lynnwell said softly, but there was no doubt about it, there were weights behind her words.

[color=aba000][b]"You continue trying to insult me girl. I do not enjoy picking a fight with a girl, but you look like you are begging for a fight. Careful so you don't get into too deep waters cat-girl, you might drown."[/b][/color] Orpheuz raised his free hand up and began to conjure a stream of pitch black water, allowing it to form a vortex of spinning water in his hand.

[color=ec008c][b]"Like thee can bend water to thy will, I can break thine will with mine. Hand over the portrait now, meager wight. I will ask no more time."[/b][/color] Lynnwell held out her clawed hand more urgently, having seemingly grown tired of speaking with the young man.

[color=aba000][b]"Cocky. I wonder how long you can keep up that cool... appologize or I will have to teach you about respect."[/b][/color] Orpheuz clarified, his hand outstretched in a hostile manner. Lynnwell quickly lunged forwards, her clawed fist connecting with the young man's chest, sending him hurling through the air for a couple of metres, before the young man would seemingly blink out of existance only to reappear further away clutching his chest.

[color=aba000][b]"Unff! You underhanded scoundrel! How dare you strike me!"[/b][/color] Orpheuz gritted his teeth in pain but more so irritation, not at having been punched by this random girl. But how he had been unable to see her fist, she was fast. She was on par with both the fire users of his past, perhaps even faster? Had this girl somehow replaced them in this world? He wasn't sure but there was something he had to establish no matter what. The pecking order. Lynnwell looked over at Orpheuz, her pose changing to a defensive one, her both clawed hands raised in readyness.

[color=aba000][b]"Take this!"[/b][/color] Orpheuz created another vortex in his hand before three circular pressurised sawblades of water wouuld hurl through the air towards Lynnwell. The girl quickly sidestepped the first one, then hurled up into the air to avoid the second one, then dodging the third by pressing her legs against the nearby wall, hurling her body diagonally forwards.

[color=aba000][i]'What?!'[/i][/color] Orpheuz held out his hand to channel the remaining water in the vortex into a whirlwind funnel of water aimed for the incoming catgirl. It landed on her, wrapping her into the thrashing waters.

[color=aba000][b]"Hah! Caught you little cat. How does it feel being so wet behind the ears? Caught up in a magical washing machine..."[/b][/color] Orpheuz smirked, this was what was needed to teach the girl some manners. Or so he thought. A few steps could be heard as he witnessed the feline looking girl simply step through the water, struggling but managing to push through it.

[color=aba000][i]'She can resist the pull of my water powers? Tch. No matter. Everything freezes.'[/i][/color] Orpheuz pulled the water baqck abit to wrap around Lynnwell again before turning it all into ice. Pitch black ice. [color=aba000][b]"You left me no choice. That look suits you. Stay in there for abit to cool off won't you?"[/b][/color] Orpheuz put one of his hands confidently at his waist. Then there was a loud cracking sound, followed by a ray of light before the ice shattered into thousands of pieces, and out of the ice came the feline girl flying into the air like a burning comet, coming right at him.

[color=aba000][b]"Tch!"[/b][/color] Orpheuz quickly teleported himself up into the air and midway falling he began to gather his watery powers again to shoot two jets of water towards Lynnwell who dodged both of them in the air, coming close enough to give Orpheuz a kick into the chest, sending him hurling through the air into a nearby alleyway with trashcans.

[color=ec008c][b]"Thou art not his equal."[/b][/color] The pinkhaired girl blew some air through her nose as she turned to pick up the portrait, looking at it with a content look.

[color=aba000][b]"It's not over you nonamer! I didn't traverse through the worlds to bicker with a feline bitch."[/b][/color] Orpheuz called out from behind her, having gotten out of the other alleyway, a strip of blood coming from his mouth.

[color=ec008c][b]"Dost thee see thyself as Laurel? As his equal?"[/b][/color] Lynnwell asked aloud, curious what the arrogant young man would answer, not that any answer would truly matter to her.

[color=aba000][b]"That arrogant tone again! I don't care for your prattle about a long dead founder, the future is where Rhea lies. Not the past! Judging by your choice in words you might not be part of it for long."[/b][/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Thou which know not history art doomed to repeat it anew, folly child."[/b][/color] Lynnwell said aloud, her eyes staring coldly at Orpheuz at a distance.

[color=aba000][b]"Hmph. You mistake me for other STUPID people. You should be taught a lesson, but I have more pressing matters at hand. Perhaps you might even be able to play a part in things to come, once you learn to show some manners."[/b][/color] Orpheuz spit his words out, clearly irritated.

[color=ec008c][b]"Thee think thyself a seer? A young wight who think he knows it all. I pity such folly."[/b][/color] Lynnwell turned around to walk away with her portrait in hand.

[color=aba000][i]'Insolent furry. No matter, not even using force would likely work on this thickheaded girl. I have more pressing matters at hand either way, but this girl... she had speed and strength. If only she would have some idea of respect she could have been a suitable ally. What a shame.'[/i][/color] Orpheuz spit some blood to the side and wiped his mouth with his jacket, his eyes almost burning with ambition and anger.