RyuShura

The World That Never Was [High-Casual]

BTW, each person will have a separate introduction. I will prepare one for each of you. Thank you for your patience.

The World That Never Was [High-Casual]

Corwin saw the man slowly falter into his mind, the silence that followed after bringing their conversation to a sure end. Jessie was obviously having trouble straightening out recent events and was still recovering from the Soul Straining. Besides, Corwin wasn't the type to prod into people's business willingly, returning the small container to the table. The gun lay within the open case, the blonde man making no action to reseal the box.

"Even though this gun has demonic influence, it belongs to you. Do whatever you want with it, though if you still want revenge... I can offer you a chance."

It was unspoken as to what Corwin had to do if this person were to choose to embrace the gun's nature, but he was hopeful that such things wouldn't cross over. For both of their sakes. Standing up and angling himself to the door, Corwin took a small step before tilting his head over slightly,

"I'll wake you up soon." he warned in a low tone, "We can't stay in one place for too long... ironic, even in death we're rarely able to rest."

Twisting the knob he paused once again, "Oh, and my name is Corwin." muttering the name as he left the room, closing the door behind him softly.

Once outside, Corwin sighed, checking his pocket watch one more time before setting down the hallway. If he was going to be late, at least he had an excuse, not that it mattered to his strict squad leader anyways. Half way down the hall, Corwin was again unconsciously scratching his chin.

Really though... if only I had facial hair that cool.

...

A figure stood beside the skinny girl that lay upon the ground, the flaring bright streams of light surrounding them, floating aimlessly before rising high into the sky. To an untrained eye, this school would simply appear empty and void, and even to the lucky few that are blessed with such sense of magic, would see a scene similar to the Northern Lights of the North Pole high above. But to the stranger and the few that know the truth, these currents of energy were Souls released from the dead, awaiting their turn in the cycle.
Another death like always, but this one, instead of flowing off into the cycle like the souls around, was planned to remain. The hooded figure, whose features were obscured by the shadows, watched the girl motionlessly, suddenly raising a hand over the body. The being muttered something in an strange, distorted tongue as it knelt down, pressing two fingers on the girl's forehead.

A moment passed, and when nothing seemed to happen, a surge of bright vermillion colored energy flowed like wild smoke from the body. The stream of energy burst upwards but shot back down as though brought back by a powerful gust, returning to engulf the body it had come from. It was like a radiant fire, but it shortly vanished, leaving the two alone once again. The girl was strangely unscarred by the flames, the figure remaining unmoving.

She would soon awaken.

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Corwin nodded at the man's response, coming to the conclusion that wasn't too far off a poor soul dragged into a Demon's twisted plan. Things like this were common in this world, though these things would always change from person to person.

He shook his head sorrowfully, "Damn, I can just imagine the pain when the world was just flipped upside down for you."

He wished there was something he could say to make things better, but it wasn't that easy. There was only one thing left for Jessie, he already knows too much to turn back now. But seeing the pain that the Demons have reaped across the world, Corwin couldn't simply turn his back on the task they must choose to accept. His fists clenched the more he thought about the pain that the damned monsters have brought, how life is just like a blind ride. Some people have it easy, while others must take the burden that no one else wants.

Corwin cleared his throat, looking at Jessie dead on. He choose his words carefully before speaking out in a serious tone, "Do you want revenge for what's happened to you?"

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Corwin saw Jessie's slanted deposition, turning away while returning the glove back over his other hand. He couldn't even remember the first time he killed someone, let alone the amount of times he spilled blood. But the feeling still remained, the hallowed burning that still lay in his chest till this day. He's seen sadness many times, pain, and suffering, but it will never ceased bringing him down as well.

Raising his hand, Corwin swept it across the room dramatically to lighten the mood, "This is the Afterlife, welcome! It's nothing special right now, but once you step outside, you'll begin to understand what actually happens when we die."

His airy tone carried over the room, "It's a little different than what the church claims happens..." but he stopped the joke with a conflicted look, "Well, there isn't much time before we need to move. I'll explain it all later..."

He thought for a moment with his head on a hand, trying to figure a way to ask the next question without unsettling the man any further.

"This woman you said... was she different...?" Corwin muttered, making motions over his head, "Like horns and such?"

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STFU.

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Corwin took the man's short reply, tossing it around in his mind, assessing the words with what he knew. He wasn't used to biting his tongue and holding information, but this wasn't exactly his call. For some It felt like they were out here much longer than intended.Looking around the room, he scowled, digging into his coat pocket and producing a small ornate pocket watch. It was an expensive, old-fashioned, and made of brass. He held it tightly, flicking it open and taking tab of the time.

Something changed about his grin, quickly putting the round object back.

"You've heard of the afterlife, right?" he asked, raising his brow, "I'm sure you know how to get here... so I won't go into that."

"And it's not what I want, we just need a reason why..." cutting his sentence, Corwin turned over and picked up the metal box.

A similar glowing transpired when he did the same unlocking procedure, but this time, to complete it, he pulled off his gloves, revealing a long history of scars. Adding another, Corwin bit his finger and dropped a tear of blood onto the symbol inscribed on the box. Nothing seemed to happened, but in a flash the box gleamed furiously, filling the room in a red light.

When the glare died off, the box was already opened. Inside was a modified black Colt M1900 with an extended barrel. The metal was sleek, but had a Victorian style embedded across the barrel and handle. Corwin slightly winced, feeling the energy coming from of it. It filled the room, mostly oblivious to the man on the bed, but Corwin made sure to keep a calm face as to not alarm him.

"We found this weapon on your body... how did you get it?"

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Corwin noticed the man looking at him, and when his eyes landed his chin, his cheeks turned slightly red from shame. The blue eyes saw that this person had some hair on his chin, and deep inside, it made his gut twist with envy. Even if looking at it made him feel like crap, he couldn't deny that this man's facial hair looked in his opinion, truly magnificent.

He just made a forced grin while shedding a figurative man tear.

If only some of us are that lucky...

Being too distracted in his own self-pity, Corwin's hand had unknowingly zoomed right past Jessie's onto the shackles that bound his wrist. Honestly, it was just him being troubled by small things, yet again. The stiffness in his grin waned upon remembering his duty and "image" he was to uphold as example to the lower ranking agents.
"Forgive and forget those who don't mean harm" has always been one of his personal mottos.

Gripping the shackle, a small string of symbols flowed Corwin's mind as he said one word, "Unlock."

Slight pressure can be felt in the air as the metal beneath the red gloves glimmered with a faint yellow light. A metallic clinking can be heard as it unhinged beneath the magic influence. After letting go, the chains immediately fell off, dropping off the sides of the bed with a clunk.

"I thought you'd be uncomfortable in those." he reasoned quietly, quickly pulling back while shifting his eyes onto the metal box atop the table, "I know I'm being pushy in asking right after you woke up, but back to my previous statement; do you remember anything before you blacked out? You're not so much in trouble as we are trying to investigate something that's been made more urgent than needed. Let's just say, my partner just has a few... issues."

Corwin said the last words in a fearful hush, leaning in as to make sure only he could hear.

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Corwin walked into the room, looking back and forth, quickly closing the door before presenting a casual grin to the young man, "So... ah, how are you feeling? We found you pretty shaken back in downtown...looks like you took a lot of straining back there." he muttered, placing the metal box onto the table beside Jessie.

It should feel familiar since it was confiscated, but he didn't even know if he could sense corrupted essence yet.

"... Do you remember much, you know, before you blacked out?" Corwin added, sliding a chair from the corner of the room. He was about to sit down when he saw the restraints at his hands, stopping half-motion, glancing quickly at Jessie. They were magic enforced, and while he himself didn't order them, his partner was much more cautious. And by cautious, of course he meant downright cynical.

He suddenly reaches out to Jessie with a hand, "I'm not supposed to do this... but..."

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A lone rugged man can be seen walking down the turn of a long hallway lit up by bright white orbs within sockets in the ceiling. It looked a lot like the interior of a hospital, but it lacked one crucial thing. The presence of people. One would expect patients or staff pacing around, but from front to end, he was alone.

In one hand, he was carrying a small metal container with a small insignia on the side. Passing by metal door after door, he actually looked a little lost. Secretly, he was kind of unsure he was going to go about this whole incident, but as a senior it was his job. He casually scratching his chin, until he realized there was no beard there, stopping with a slight frown.

What's a man without facial hair?!

He thought pitifully while a depressed heave flowed from his chest. It's one of the physical shames that he can't seem to cover or hide from. "Poor genes" was his excuse despite the fact that such things had no meaning to the new bodies of agents.

Corwin found himself unconsciously glancing down at the metal box in his hands. The feeling coming from it was warm, almost humid. Cursed artifacts were something he's had poor experiences with, glad that he only has to be with it a while longer. It was a little strange how this particular individual made it so long without being detected by one of the agents or sensors. Maybe it was a new kind of cloaking magic? He wouldn't know, nor did he care, the whole magical technicalities stuff just wasn't his sort of deal.

His eyes caught the number "413" on the door, pausing his footsteps.

Raising his hand, he was about to knock before realizing that it was pretty unnecessary.

"I'm coming in." He said before turning the knob and pushing the door in slightly.

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I'll set up the first introduction post, hope those of you can get in soon enough.