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- One post per week
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- My timezone is GTM+2. I could be seen in the evening.
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- Genres
- If I must be honest, it highly depends on the plot at hand. I am an adaptable person, one who easily takes genre swings, but I mostly prefer fantasy, modern, medieval, mystery and mind-benders.
If the residents of Sumerlin South had seen those two young men walking into the desert, they would have thought they were insane, criminals or perhaps part of the secret UFO research services. Rather than put the "borrowed" car to further use and cover more ground as quickly as possible, the Russian team set out on foot, leaving the vehicle behind, however, without including the keys, in order to prevent actual theft taking place. Neither of them had any intention to make haste, albeit their reasons differed.
Cadmus, who remained solemn and constantly vigilant, had a steady gate resembling that of a heartless businessman. Indeed, he wished to complete the order given, yet that in no manner compelled him to run until his final breath was drawn. Instead, with a calm and collected straightened composure the wavy-dark-haired adult scanned the surroundings carefully and took mental notes about the terrain and possible utilization of everything it had to offer. Albeit it was the midst of night, the colourful lights of Vegas had conquered darkness's domain. The sky was a dark dull grey, rather than the midnight blue one would see even in small towns, with very few stars twinkling dimly above. Like the beacon of salvation atop a lighthouse by the graveyard shores of a rocky bay, the Luxor Sky Beam was shining brightly upwards, as though it was a bridge between this world and the next. Around it many other beams would cut the lifeless atmosphere, going left or right, creating intricate patterns, attracting victims to the casinos or discos they belonged to. This colourful pollution of the welkin touched neither of the two asylums, not with its glory, nor with its flaws, yet Rio could not help himself from creeping his gaze back towards the city he had come to fancy.
Traveling with his partner could offer so little entertainment and it was not an everyday occasion to be sent out in an area where the party was alive around the clock, thus the blond wished to savor every minute he had consuming this sinful vitality in every way possible. Yet this apparent nonchalant demeanor towards the task at hand was not the only reason why the youth was longingly turning his sigh towards the polis. Adjusting his glasses several times, Rio was surveying the vicinity, keeping an eye out for any unwanted guests. The device hidden within the turquoise frame was what gave purpose to this pseudo-intellectual piece of headgear and, albeit it did not have peculiar extras such as heat detection, x-ray scanning and the like, nor could it access P.A.N.T.E.R., A.M.R.O.'s personal network, outside of the main headquarters, it was certainly a great number of times better than anything any surfaceworld blackboard had to offer. If any ignorant lost lamb were to wander close by or a wanna-be predator came to try its luck, they would not remain unnoticed.
'Seem like we'll be having quite the rave, a, Caddy?' Rio smirked telepathically as they walked.
'As if you had not noticed already by the sheer feel of it.' Cadmus retorted.
'Hey, I'm not a vibe expert, though I have been sensing a strong presence ever since we arrived in Vegas.'
'May our superior be of the benevolent kind.'
'You seriously need to fix that dictionary of yours.'
Despite being aware of their approaching colleagues by their alchemic essence, the duo did not attempt to rush and sniff about for the game's "birdie" just yet, for there was no need to. Why waste valuable energy when someone could pave the path before you? Quietly stalking forward, they headed southwest, where almost all the hills vanished the small prickly shrubs could grow in abundance. They had the desire to excel at their task, but not even Rio was young enough to be this ignorant. Both he and Cadmus had gone through unpleasant experiences, which had taught them that just because you were first at accomplishing something didn't guarantee that a blessing would fall upon you. The sudden game initiation had made this note flash through their minds more than once, which was why both alchemists had agreed on one rule. Don't lose, but don't overwhelmingly win either.
'Hey, Cad.' Rio suddenly broke the silence that had settled in telepathically. 'Remember that time we had that one day vacation and I agreed to go to that seaside park in Odessa?'
'Yes. It was a pleasant walk. Why did you bring it up?'
'Remember how we walked in that park and didn't even talk to each other even in our minds, right? We just... walked. And then remember what I said?'
'... No, a bomb is not going to fall on your head, Rio.' Cadmus replied, unamused by his friend who had evidently given freedom to his imagination.
'Last time you said that a bomb almost fell on my head.' the youngster reminded him with a smile. A hilarious memory in his records, it was one of those rare occasions after they had gotten through the newcomer stage where they had actually never imagined something coming their way.
'Concentrate on your work and you won't be bothered by such thoughts.' the green-grey-eyed man brushed him off.
"Hey, listen! You can't deny I was right." Rio spoke up and added a laugh with the following "Not only because it's obvious, but because you did that silence sigil on yourself again!"
'You are being preposterous, Rio.' his companion remained untouched by the remark. Indeed, even if he tried to speak, his voice would not be heard, for while he had still been in the car he had again written down the silencing sigil on himself just when they knew they would be leaving the vehicle behind. Currently, his only method of easily comprehensible communication was telepathy.
"Here we are, walking around like we own the place, not a single thing in sight." the blond continued with a smile. "There's a thing called intuition and it's supposed to be ringing a bell."
'What is supposed to be ringing a bell is the fact that we still do not know where the target is.'
"Slyshai, if I'm right about something big happening, you're coming along to XS, unless I find myself someone else."
'Rio.'
"Deal or no deal?" he grinned
'...Deal.' Cadmus let out an inaudible sigh. 'In the end, no bomb will fall on your-'
Unfortunately, the young man's thought was cut short as an unknown presence made itself known. A long distance away from them, the two asylums could faintly feel the orb of energy fluttering somewhere high above the ground, but that was not what had captured their attention. Out of the blue, a form of pressure had come upon them, a characteristic which indicated that a Chrono member was nearby, and it was getting stronger, as if literally raining down on them. Albeit the evening was still in the middle of its restless life, the men could see with their plain eyes how a dark figure descended from above with an incredible speed. While Rio cloud only manage to grown the smile on his face in that short period of time before impact, Cadmus grabbed Anteros, the red umbrella of his coworker which had been strapped to the blue-eyed's back, took it out and opened it. A cloud of dust erupted from the point where the being touched the earth. Spreading faster than wildfire on a dry windy hot summer day, the density of the particles and the enormous size of it halted both movement and sight. Millions of stones and pebbles were thrown into the air and bombarded the scorched sandy ground. When the desert element reached the Russians a few seconds after impact, they had crouched down and directed the umbrella towards it, effectively shielding themselves.
'9 PM in front of the hotel.' Rio announced in triumph in their thoughts, whilst the cloud was still passing.
'... We'll see who'll make it out of there whole.' was Cadmus's only comeback and those words gave the blond a nervous pinch.
'The usual then?'
'Yah, go ahead'
Once the cloud of dust passed, only Rio could be seen standing under the red umbrella, which he then folded and held in his hand. The plan was rather simple, it had repeated many times. There was nothing to be used from the surroundings on short notice. The terrain was relatively flat, not a single big obstacle to be used, thus the cliché act would commence. One would be the magician, the other - working behind the scenes. If whoever had caused this commotion was deemed a hindrance, they would be dealt with accordingly, and if it was, as they anticipated, a comrade of increadible power, perhaps the Chrono themselves, another course of action would be taken.
"~O, dear child, dear family of mine, do not allow my feet to fail me. Give me haste to reach my beloved~." Rio whispered the Vocum cast, which swiftly pushed him onwards. It was a speed spell, one he could not keep up for long, yet it wouldn't be required in this case either.
After several seconds, the unknown figure came into view - a lovely little girl with blonde hair tied up in two twintails. Her cuteness was noticeable even from afar, but it wasn't the single thing that made the man halt in his tracks. A car was heading her way, a rather dirty vehicle from all the sand and filth of the area. A confusing situation, no doubt, however, Rio dismissed the assumption that the car was going to run over the child or whoever was inside was about to kidnap her. If this little Ms. had that kind of presence, she could undoubtedly crush them to smithereens. In fact, it seemed to be slowing down, rather than speeding up - a sign that someone inside either had a change of heart or the thought of this not being the best option for their health crossed their mind.
'Don't lose it.' Cadmus spoke in their telepathic channel. The distance between him and the Prodigy was slightly greater, but the space between the two teammates had also greatly increased. 'She may be young, but she is a Chrono. If anything, we should be careful with every breath we take. Slipping something is not an option.'
'Who's playing first. What's second. I don't know about third, though.~' Rio said, yet this time it was not on their private channel, but on the one everyone else present could hear.
'... Just how dead do you want us to be?' Cadmus rhetorically asked in their private channel.
'Hey, no point in hiding when there's nowhere to hide, right?' the blond replied, still on the open channel, whilst lightly swinging the umbrella with his right hand. 'Do as your muse sings and my muse says we should get the party started.'
Cadmus, who remained solemn and constantly vigilant, had a steady gate resembling that of a heartless businessman. Indeed, he wished to complete the order given, yet that in no manner compelled him to run until his final breath was drawn. Instead, with a calm and collected straightened composure the wavy-dark-haired adult scanned the surroundings carefully and took mental notes about the terrain and possible utilization of everything it had to offer. Albeit it was the midst of night, the colourful lights of Vegas had conquered darkness's domain. The sky was a dark dull grey, rather than the midnight blue one would see even in small towns, with very few stars twinkling dimly above. Like the beacon of salvation atop a lighthouse by the graveyard shores of a rocky bay, the Luxor Sky Beam was shining brightly upwards, as though it was a bridge between this world and the next. Around it many other beams would cut the lifeless atmosphere, going left or right, creating intricate patterns, attracting victims to the casinos or discos they belonged to. This colourful pollution of the welkin touched neither of the two asylums, not with its glory, nor with its flaws, yet Rio could not help himself from creeping his gaze back towards the city he had come to fancy.
Traveling with his partner could offer so little entertainment and it was not an everyday occasion to be sent out in an area where the party was alive around the clock, thus the blond wished to savor every minute he had consuming this sinful vitality in every way possible. Yet this apparent nonchalant demeanor towards the task at hand was not the only reason why the youth was longingly turning his sigh towards the polis. Adjusting his glasses several times, Rio was surveying the vicinity, keeping an eye out for any unwanted guests. The device hidden within the turquoise frame was what gave purpose to this pseudo-intellectual piece of headgear and, albeit it did not have peculiar extras such as heat detection, x-ray scanning and the like, nor could it access P.A.N.T.E.R., A.M.R.O.'s personal network, outside of the main headquarters, it was certainly a great number of times better than anything any surfaceworld blackboard had to offer. If any ignorant lost lamb were to wander close by or a wanna-be predator came to try its luck, they would not remain unnoticed.
'Seem like we'll be having quite the rave, a, Caddy?' Rio smirked telepathically as they walked.
'As if you had not noticed already by the sheer feel of it.' Cadmus retorted.
'Hey, I'm not a vibe expert, though I have been sensing a strong presence ever since we arrived in Vegas.'
'May our superior be of the benevolent kind.'
'You seriously need to fix that dictionary of yours.'
Despite being aware of their approaching colleagues by their alchemic essence, the duo did not attempt to rush and sniff about for the game's "birdie" just yet, for there was no need to. Why waste valuable energy when someone could pave the path before you? Quietly stalking forward, they headed southwest, where almost all the hills vanished the small prickly shrubs could grow in abundance. They had the desire to excel at their task, but not even Rio was young enough to be this ignorant. Both he and Cadmus had gone through unpleasant experiences, which had taught them that just because you were first at accomplishing something didn't guarantee that a blessing would fall upon you. The sudden game initiation had made this note flash through their minds more than once, which was why both alchemists had agreed on one rule. Don't lose, but don't overwhelmingly win either.
'Hey, Cad.' Rio suddenly broke the silence that had settled in telepathically. 'Remember that time we had that one day vacation and I agreed to go to that seaside park in Odessa?'
'Yes. It was a pleasant walk. Why did you bring it up?'
'Remember how we walked in that park and didn't even talk to each other even in our minds, right? We just... walked. And then remember what I said?'
'... No, a bomb is not going to fall on your head, Rio.' Cadmus replied, unamused by his friend who had evidently given freedom to his imagination.
'Last time you said that a bomb almost fell on my head.' the youngster reminded him with a smile. A hilarious memory in his records, it was one of those rare occasions after they had gotten through the newcomer stage where they had actually never imagined something coming their way.
'Concentrate on your work and you won't be bothered by such thoughts.' the green-grey-eyed man brushed him off.
"Hey, listen! You can't deny I was right." Rio spoke up and added a laugh with the following "Not only because it's obvious, but because you did that silence sigil on yourself again!"
'You are being preposterous, Rio.' his companion remained untouched by the remark. Indeed, even if he tried to speak, his voice would not be heard, for while he had still been in the car he had again written down the silencing sigil on himself just when they knew they would be leaving the vehicle behind. Currently, his only method of easily comprehensible communication was telepathy.
"Here we are, walking around like we own the place, not a single thing in sight." the blond continued with a smile. "There's a thing called intuition and it's supposed to be ringing a bell."
'What is supposed to be ringing a bell is the fact that we still do not know where the target is.'
"Slyshai, if I'm right about something big happening, you're coming along to XS, unless I find myself someone else."
'Rio.'
"Deal or no deal?" he grinned
'...Deal.' Cadmus let out an inaudible sigh. 'In the end, no bomb will fall on your-'
Unfortunately, the young man's thought was cut short as an unknown presence made itself known. A long distance away from them, the two asylums could faintly feel the orb of energy fluttering somewhere high above the ground, but that was not what had captured their attention. Out of the blue, a form of pressure had come upon them, a characteristic which indicated that a Chrono member was nearby, and it was getting stronger, as if literally raining down on them. Albeit the evening was still in the middle of its restless life, the men could see with their plain eyes how a dark figure descended from above with an incredible speed. While Rio cloud only manage to grown the smile on his face in that short period of time before impact, Cadmus grabbed Anteros, the red umbrella of his coworker which had been strapped to the blue-eyed's back, took it out and opened it. A cloud of dust erupted from the point where the being touched the earth. Spreading faster than wildfire on a dry windy hot summer day, the density of the particles and the enormous size of it halted both movement and sight. Millions of stones and pebbles were thrown into the air and bombarded the scorched sandy ground. When the desert element reached the Russians a few seconds after impact, they had crouched down and directed the umbrella towards it, effectively shielding themselves.
'9 PM in front of the hotel.' Rio announced in triumph in their thoughts, whilst the cloud was still passing.
'... We'll see who'll make it out of there whole.' was Cadmus's only comeback and those words gave the blond a nervous pinch.
'The usual then?'
'Yah, go ahead'
Once the cloud of dust passed, only Rio could be seen standing under the red umbrella, which he then folded and held in his hand. The plan was rather simple, it had repeated many times. There was nothing to be used from the surroundings on short notice. The terrain was relatively flat, not a single big obstacle to be used, thus the cliché act would commence. One would be the magician, the other - working behind the scenes. If whoever had caused this commotion was deemed a hindrance, they would be dealt with accordingly, and if it was, as they anticipated, a comrade of increadible power, perhaps the Chrono themselves, another course of action would be taken.
"~O, dear child, dear family of mine, do not allow my feet to fail me. Give me haste to reach my beloved~." Rio whispered the Vocum cast, which swiftly pushed him onwards. It was a speed spell, one he could not keep up for long, yet it wouldn't be required in this case either.
After several seconds, the unknown figure came into view - a lovely little girl with blonde hair tied up in two twintails. Her cuteness was noticeable even from afar, but it wasn't the single thing that made the man halt in his tracks. A car was heading her way, a rather dirty vehicle from all the sand and filth of the area. A confusing situation, no doubt, however, Rio dismissed the assumption that the car was going to run over the child or whoever was inside was about to kidnap her. If this little Ms. had that kind of presence, she could undoubtedly crush them to smithereens. In fact, it seemed to be slowing down, rather than speeding up - a sign that someone inside either had a change of heart or the thought of this not being the best option for their health crossed their mind.
'Don't lose it.' Cadmus spoke in their telepathic channel. The distance between him and the Prodigy was slightly greater, but the space between the two teammates had also greatly increased. 'She may be young, but she is a Chrono. If anything, we should be careful with every breath we take. Slipping something is not an option.'
'Who's playing first. What's second. I don't know about third, though.~' Rio said, yet this time it was not on their private channel, but on the one everyone else present could hear.
'... Just how dead do you want us to be?' Cadmus rhetorically asked in their private channel.
'Hey, no point in hiding when there's nowhere to hide, right?' the blond replied, still on the open channel, whilst lightly swinging the umbrella with his right hand. 'Do as your muse sings and my muse says we should get the party started.'
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