Post by Seifer Almasy on Jan 16, 2013 23:29:31 GMT -5
When the whole world wants you dead, why bother to live? Those dark thoughts haunted Seifer's mind ever since the second sorceress war had ended. He was rightfully branded a traitor, murderer, guilty of treason against humanity. He was infamous. For nearly six years he'd evaded the world, and he was becoming weary. The number of times he'd been approached by men and women brandishing weapons claiming he'd killed their son, daughter, wife, or husband. He'd purposely lost count. Zone had kept him alive. Of all people it was the cowardly yet skilled spy of the timber owls that agreed to conceal the worlds most wanted fugitive. His coat, gunblade and symbolic cross were now all representative of a murderous traitor. They were the signs sought after by all, bulls-eyes for any who desired the shot. Day after day Seifer pondered his situation. It had taken 19 months for his trial to come to verdict, even though everyone knew what that verdict would be.
He was handed over to Esthar to be put to death. More specifically to be burned to death as it was well known his magic of choice was fire, and he was the only one in the world that could instantly create it without the use of magic. The death just seemed fitting. Seifer had been fully prepared to see his end, but the night before the execution he was released by a man of very high stature in Esthar. Reluctantly he left, never really knowing who the black haired man was, though he remembered his features as being oddly feminine.
Hyperion sat in it's case in the corner of his damp underground cellar of a room. Every day he'd take it out and practice with it, but the blade hadn't seen daylight since he'd been released. The world seemed to have lulled in it's search for the sorceress knight lately, and has been replaced for the answer to a far bigger issue. The GF's had left nearly two years ago and few had been sighted since. Those encounters hadn't proved to be very friendly either, all of them ended with the deaths of many men.
Yet still there were those that dedicated their lives to revenge, or worse, research. Dr. Odine had developed a particular interest in the only man who could still use magic. Word on the street was he wanted to study his brain, use him like a labrat. The thought of that was far worse than death to the former sorceress knight.
There was a knock at the door of the bar upstairs. It was after hours and Timber wasn't exactly known for it's rowdy night life, so this was certainly unusual. The bartender approached the door, two shadowy figures could be seen through the stained windows. The bartender shoved the key in and twisted, the bolt slid open followed closely by the door.
"How can I help you gentleman?" the bartender asked suspiciously. He could now see there were five men in all, four of them had weapons and bore the familiar look of mercenaries. The last was a shorter man in a lab coat with glasses and a crooked nose.
"Where iz ze sorceress knight?" Dr. Odine asked pointedly. "I know he iz here so you may as well surrender. His other friends had not been so willing to protect him so why should you?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I hate that man just as much as the next guy." the bartender retorted and pointed to a wanted poster just outside the door. To that all of the men laughed. Dr. Odine gave a nod to the closest mercenary. With lightning speed the man unsheathed a large knife and thrust it into the bartenders chest. Blood spilled down the front of his shirt in spurts, a direct stab to the heart. His eyes glazed over, and the body fell to the ground with a thud. The men shoved the door aside and stepped inside the bar.
Without hesitation Seifer wrapped his fingers around the cold pistol grip of Hyperion. It felt so natural in his hand, it was light and just as sharp as it had ever been. He quickly he fixed his blue vest with the silver cross and carefully exited his room into the hallway. The wine cellar was to his right, the stairs to the bar to his left. He spun around and locked two hefty padlocks that led to his room. The words "Electrical" and "Keep Out" were written across a large orange caution sign on the door. Quietly he continued up the stairs until he could see through a small opening beneath a sofa that sat right against the railing. The men in the bar were trashing the place, he could just make out the form of a familiar body laying in a pool of blood near the door. Seifer started to count the men he knew he would likely soon kill.
Seifer focused his eyes and counted the pairs of feet around the bar. "One, two, three, and a lab coat?" he whispered to himself. He decided he would leave the lab coat for questioning. Just then a blur sprung down the top of the staircase to his right. The fourth mercenary. He wrapped Seifer up in a bearhug and they rolled violently down the stairs to the bottom. Seifer struggled against the mans grip but he was strong, only a moment passed before he smelled his salvation. "I see you've been enjoying the bar while you were waiting for your death eh? Wanna know what my favorite drink is?" He asked smartly. For a moment the struggle settled and the man squeezed tighter.
"I don't give a damn what your drink is!" the mercenary replied.
The strong scent of alcohol hung on his breath. Just enough it seemed. Seifer readied a small fireball in his free hand and turned his face away from the mans open mouth. The fireball jumped up and into the mans face, a quick bellow of fire erupted in the mercenarys mouth and climbed down his throat, charring his insides. The bearhug loosened and Seifer quickly jumped to his feet only to see two more of the idiots running down the stairs towards him. The fourth man still lay on the ground clutching his mouth and screaming in pain.
As if it was reaction Seifer raised his gunblade into his trademark battle stance and instantly lunged forwards into the first new combatants belly. The sword plunged out the other side, covered in blood. Just as Seifer withdrew the blade, the next man rose what looked like a club towards his face. The weapon collided with Seifer's cheek, a small cut opened and began dripping blood. The next swing of the club came, and this time he ducked his head blow it.
Now his sword was free from the body of the other mercenary, but the hallway was too narrow for a full swing. Instead Seifer raised his right elbow and sent it crushing into the mans nose. The man fell to his knees and dropped his club to clutch his face, blood poured between his fingers and pooled on the floor.
"You sunuva bitch!" the mercenary spat droplets of red as he spoke. Seifer was just about to head up stairs, but instead he stopped and kneeled down face to face with the mercenary. The man started to panic as Seifer just stared.
"Drex where the hell are you?!" he screamed angrily up the stairs, undoubtedly towards one of the two men remaining in the bar.
Seifer laughed. "Some team you've got here pal. I can tell you guys really take care of eachother." he grinned at the mercenary and grabbed him by the shirt collar. Before the man knew what was going on he was being picked up off the floor and onto his feet, hands still clasped around his face. Seifer shoved him violently towards the steps and kicked him hard in his lower back. The mercenary's back arched violently as he went flying into the stairs on his stomach with a crash.
"Get up you pathetic excuse for a man!" He screamed and raised his blade to the mans back. There was a loud bang as the bolt to his gunblade flashed with fire, startling the mercenary. The man scrambled up the steps in a panic, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. Seifer followed him up the stairs, eager to meet the rest of his attackers. The screams of the other two victims dulled slightly as he entered the top floor. The panicked mercenary huddled up near a tall slender man in a ragged black leather jacket.
"Drex, this guy's not human." the injured man said pathetically. Blood continued to drip onto the floor right next to Drex's boot. The mercenary leader looked down at the floor in disgust, then pulled a pair of keys out of his jacket pocket and threw them at the mans chest, he caught them with blood soaked hands.
"Go start the van worm." Drex said in disgust. The mercenary scrambled outside in a rush. "This won't take long."
"Be careful Drex, zis is a much more powerful specimen zan you realize. He has powers zat even i cannot explain. I need him alive." Dr. Odine's accent was thick as he spoke. Seifer grinned mischievously when he realized just who he was confronted with. Dr. Odine's enormous red and white collar above his blue lab coat like robes were almost as unmistakeable as his accent.
"Ah Dr. Odine! I trust that you probably remember me. Seeing your glorious invention destroying the very city it was built as a weapon for must have been a proud moment for you." Seifer scoffed. The lunar cry... The world would feel the effects for a century at least. For a moment Seifer felt lost in a memory. It was he that had raised the monstrous 3 mile tall structure from the bottom of the ocean years ago, and he'd remember that day for the rest of his life.
"Ze device worked exactly ze way it vas supposed to vork." the scientist replied calmly as if the situation had no effect on him.
"However ze reason I am here is not to talk, but to capture ze man who single handedly used my beautiful invention to bring ruin upon ze world." he continued. Seifer raised his gunblade into his battle stance.
"Enough talk then, come over here so I can cut your head off from under that stupid collar of yours!" Seifer yelled back. He was ready for blood, he wanted this man dead. Seifer knew if there was anyone in the world who could find him time and time again, it was Dr. Odine.
Drex quickly drew a long silver knife and lunged at the former sorceress knights torso with a stabbing motion. Seifer had just enough time to sidestep, but the knife still opened a gash in his side, thankfully not deeper into his flesh. Seifer took a step back to create space between the two.
"The lap-dog first eh? So be it." Seifer said with a laugh. "Here boy!"
He whistled, mocking an owner calling his pet. Suddenly there was a flash of silver flying towards his face, Seifer had just enough time to bring up Hyperion as the tomahawk connected loudly with a familiar metal on metal sound. The axe diverted it's path and fell to the ground halfway across the bar. The weapon caught Seifer completely off guard, he had looked back to see what it was, and before he had time to get eyes back on his enemy he felt a fist connect hard with the right side of his face. For a split second his world went black, color slowly bled back into view, a flurry of swirling red as flames erupted all over the bar. It took him a moment to realize that the flames had come from him, his left hand was outstretched as he lay on his back.
He could feel the heat from fira on his face. Drex was screaming and removing his leather jacket, or rather attempting to as it seemed like the entire right side was fused to his skin.
"Oh vonderful sorceress knight! I thought zat you could only summon basic magic!" The voice of Dr. Odine called out from the left. Seifer turned to look only for a second before spinning around to slice Hyperion right through his flesh, but the blade hit nothing but air as the image of the doctor flickered.
"You coward! I should've guessed you wouldn't dare to come find me in person!" Seifer screamed angrily at the hologram.
"I swear I'll hunt you down, we'll see who the real predator is soon!" he continued, his blood boiled. There were few things in this world that infuriated him more than cowards. People who preferred to pay or trick others into fighting their battles for them had no business being alive as far as he was concerned.
Dr. Odine's hologram began to laugh hysterically. "Very good sorceress knight, I cannot vait to take you apart and see what makes you tick. You'll be my greatest specimen!"
The door to the bar swung open as Drex made his exit, gripping his charred arm in pain. He jumped into the van outside and the two mercenaries were gone just as quickly as they came. Then more engines could be heard, three more to be exact. Galbadian military, this had been their territory ever since the day he'd been taken by the sorceress. Taken, hah, ever since he'd chosen to follow the only mother he'd ever known.
With a flash Seifer ran down stairs and threw on his gray coat, grabbed a few other things of importance and sprinted back upstairs. The galbadian soldiers had just entered the bar as Seifer stood at the back door.
"Afternoon boys, hope you brought marshmallows." he said with a smirk as he held out his left hand once more. A blinding red light appeared near the liquor shelves of the bar. The air around it rose to obliterating heat within seconds and the light grew bigger.
"Flare!" one of the guards screamed as they scrambled back out the door. The fire erupted with a loud bang, the entire side wall of the bar exploded as the alcohol bottles erupted into flames. The power of the spell and the ensuing explosion could be felt for several blocks. Somewhere a long ways away, a scientist with a thick accent sat back in surprise as he watched half the Timber bar explode on his video screen
He was handed over to Esthar to be put to death. More specifically to be burned to death as it was well known his magic of choice was fire, and he was the only one in the world that could instantly create it without the use of magic. The death just seemed fitting. Seifer had been fully prepared to see his end, but the night before the execution he was released by a man of very high stature in Esthar. Reluctantly he left, never really knowing who the black haired man was, though he remembered his features as being oddly feminine.
Hyperion sat in it's case in the corner of his damp underground cellar of a room. Every day he'd take it out and practice with it, but the blade hadn't seen daylight since he'd been released. The world seemed to have lulled in it's search for the sorceress knight lately, and has been replaced for the answer to a far bigger issue. The GF's had left nearly two years ago and few had been sighted since. Those encounters hadn't proved to be very friendly either, all of them ended with the deaths of many men.
Yet still there were those that dedicated their lives to revenge, or worse, research. Dr. Odine had developed a particular interest in the only man who could still use magic. Word on the street was he wanted to study his brain, use him like a labrat. The thought of that was far worse than death to the former sorceress knight.
There was a knock at the door of the bar upstairs. It was after hours and Timber wasn't exactly known for it's rowdy night life, so this was certainly unusual. The bartender approached the door, two shadowy figures could be seen through the stained windows. The bartender shoved the key in and twisted, the bolt slid open followed closely by the door.
"How can I help you gentleman?" the bartender asked suspiciously. He could now see there were five men in all, four of them had weapons and bore the familiar look of mercenaries. The last was a shorter man in a lab coat with glasses and a crooked nose.
"Where iz ze sorceress knight?" Dr. Odine asked pointedly. "I know he iz here so you may as well surrender. His other friends had not been so willing to protect him so why should you?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I hate that man just as much as the next guy." the bartender retorted and pointed to a wanted poster just outside the door. To that all of the men laughed. Dr. Odine gave a nod to the closest mercenary. With lightning speed the man unsheathed a large knife and thrust it into the bartenders chest. Blood spilled down the front of his shirt in spurts, a direct stab to the heart. His eyes glazed over, and the body fell to the ground with a thud. The men shoved the door aside and stepped inside the bar.
Without hesitation Seifer wrapped his fingers around the cold pistol grip of Hyperion. It felt so natural in his hand, it was light and just as sharp as it had ever been. He quickly he fixed his blue vest with the silver cross and carefully exited his room into the hallway. The wine cellar was to his right, the stairs to the bar to his left. He spun around and locked two hefty padlocks that led to his room. The words "Electrical" and "Keep Out" were written across a large orange caution sign on the door. Quietly he continued up the stairs until he could see through a small opening beneath a sofa that sat right against the railing. The men in the bar were trashing the place, he could just make out the form of a familiar body laying in a pool of blood near the door. Seifer started to count the men he knew he would likely soon kill.
Seifer focused his eyes and counted the pairs of feet around the bar. "One, two, three, and a lab coat?" he whispered to himself. He decided he would leave the lab coat for questioning. Just then a blur sprung down the top of the staircase to his right. The fourth mercenary. He wrapped Seifer up in a bearhug and they rolled violently down the stairs to the bottom. Seifer struggled against the mans grip but he was strong, only a moment passed before he smelled his salvation. "I see you've been enjoying the bar while you were waiting for your death eh? Wanna know what my favorite drink is?" He asked smartly. For a moment the struggle settled and the man squeezed tighter.
"I don't give a damn what your drink is!" the mercenary replied.
The strong scent of alcohol hung on his breath. Just enough it seemed. Seifer readied a small fireball in his free hand and turned his face away from the mans open mouth. The fireball jumped up and into the mans face, a quick bellow of fire erupted in the mercenarys mouth and climbed down his throat, charring his insides. The bearhug loosened and Seifer quickly jumped to his feet only to see two more of the idiots running down the stairs towards him. The fourth man still lay on the ground clutching his mouth and screaming in pain.
As if it was reaction Seifer raised his gunblade into his trademark battle stance and instantly lunged forwards into the first new combatants belly. The sword plunged out the other side, covered in blood. Just as Seifer withdrew the blade, the next man rose what looked like a club towards his face. The weapon collided with Seifer's cheek, a small cut opened and began dripping blood. The next swing of the club came, and this time he ducked his head blow it.
Now his sword was free from the body of the other mercenary, but the hallway was too narrow for a full swing. Instead Seifer raised his right elbow and sent it crushing into the mans nose. The man fell to his knees and dropped his club to clutch his face, blood poured between his fingers and pooled on the floor.
"You sunuva bitch!" the mercenary spat droplets of red as he spoke. Seifer was just about to head up stairs, but instead he stopped and kneeled down face to face with the mercenary. The man started to panic as Seifer just stared.
"Drex where the hell are you?!" he screamed angrily up the stairs, undoubtedly towards one of the two men remaining in the bar.
Seifer laughed. "Some team you've got here pal. I can tell you guys really take care of eachother." he grinned at the mercenary and grabbed him by the shirt collar. Before the man knew what was going on he was being picked up off the floor and onto his feet, hands still clasped around his face. Seifer shoved him violently towards the steps and kicked him hard in his lower back. The mercenary's back arched violently as he went flying into the stairs on his stomach with a crash.
"Get up you pathetic excuse for a man!" He screamed and raised his blade to the mans back. There was a loud bang as the bolt to his gunblade flashed with fire, startling the mercenary. The man scrambled up the steps in a panic, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. Seifer followed him up the stairs, eager to meet the rest of his attackers. The screams of the other two victims dulled slightly as he entered the top floor. The panicked mercenary huddled up near a tall slender man in a ragged black leather jacket.
"Drex, this guy's not human." the injured man said pathetically. Blood continued to drip onto the floor right next to Drex's boot. The mercenary leader looked down at the floor in disgust, then pulled a pair of keys out of his jacket pocket and threw them at the mans chest, he caught them with blood soaked hands.
"Go start the van worm." Drex said in disgust. The mercenary scrambled outside in a rush. "This won't take long."
"Be careful Drex, zis is a much more powerful specimen zan you realize. He has powers zat even i cannot explain. I need him alive." Dr. Odine's accent was thick as he spoke. Seifer grinned mischievously when he realized just who he was confronted with. Dr. Odine's enormous red and white collar above his blue lab coat like robes were almost as unmistakeable as his accent.
"Ah Dr. Odine! I trust that you probably remember me. Seeing your glorious invention destroying the very city it was built as a weapon for must have been a proud moment for you." Seifer scoffed. The lunar cry... The world would feel the effects for a century at least. For a moment Seifer felt lost in a memory. It was he that had raised the monstrous 3 mile tall structure from the bottom of the ocean years ago, and he'd remember that day for the rest of his life.
"Ze device worked exactly ze way it vas supposed to vork." the scientist replied calmly as if the situation had no effect on him.
"However ze reason I am here is not to talk, but to capture ze man who single handedly used my beautiful invention to bring ruin upon ze world." he continued. Seifer raised his gunblade into his battle stance.
"Enough talk then, come over here so I can cut your head off from under that stupid collar of yours!" Seifer yelled back. He was ready for blood, he wanted this man dead. Seifer knew if there was anyone in the world who could find him time and time again, it was Dr. Odine.
Drex quickly drew a long silver knife and lunged at the former sorceress knights torso with a stabbing motion. Seifer had just enough time to sidestep, but the knife still opened a gash in his side, thankfully not deeper into his flesh. Seifer took a step back to create space between the two.
"The lap-dog first eh? So be it." Seifer said with a laugh. "Here boy!"
He whistled, mocking an owner calling his pet. Suddenly there was a flash of silver flying towards his face, Seifer had just enough time to bring up Hyperion as the tomahawk connected loudly with a familiar metal on metal sound. The axe diverted it's path and fell to the ground halfway across the bar. The weapon caught Seifer completely off guard, he had looked back to see what it was, and before he had time to get eyes back on his enemy he felt a fist connect hard with the right side of his face. For a split second his world went black, color slowly bled back into view, a flurry of swirling red as flames erupted all over the bar. It took him a moment to realize that the flames had come from him, his left hand was outstretched as he lay on his back.
He could feel the heat from fira on his face. Drex was screaming and removing his leather jacket, or rather attempting to as it seemed like the entire right side was fused to his skin.
"Oh vonderful sorceress knight! I thought zat you could only summon basic magic!" The voice of Dr. Odine called out from the left. Seifer turned to look only for a second before spinning around to slice Hyperion right through his flesh, but the blade hit nothing but air as the image of the doctor flickered.
"You coward! I should've guessed you wouldn't dare to come find me in person!" Seifer screamed angrily at the hologram.
"I swear I'll hunt you down, we'll see who the real predator is soon!" he continued, his blood boiled. There were few things in this world that infuriated him more than cowards. People who preferred to pay or trick others into fighting their battles for them had no business being alive as far as he was concerned.
Dr. Odine's hologram began to laugh hysterically. "Very good sorceress knight, I cannot vait to take you apart and see what makes you tick. You'll be my greatest specimen!"
The door to the bar swung open as Drex made his exit, gripping his charred arm in pain. He jumped into the van outside and the two mercenaries were gone just as quickly as they came. Then more engines could be heard, three more to be exact. Galbadian military, this had been their territory ever since the day he'd been taken by the sorceress. Taken, hah, ever since he'd chosen to follow the only mother he'd ever known.
With a flash Seifer ran down stairs and threw on his gray coat, grabbed a few other things of importance and sprinted back upstairs. The galbadian soldiers had just entered the bar as Seifer stood at the back door.
"Afternoon boys, hope you brought marshmallows." he said with a smirk as he held out his left hand once more. A blinding red light appeared near the liquor shelves of the bar. The air around it rose to obliterating heat within seconds and the light grew bigger.
"Flare!" one of the guards screamed as they scrambled back out the door. The fire erupted with a loud bang, the entire side wall of the bar exploded as the alcohol bottles erupted into flames. The power of the spell and the ensuing explosion could be felt for several blocks. Somewhere a long ways away, a scientist with a thick accent sat back in surprise as he watched half the Timber bar explode on his video screen
