Another Lonely Seasons Slave [CLOSED]
Characters: Rion Steiner, Lilia Pascalle. Maria later on.
Content: Let me start all over again, this couldn’t be the end; there’s something I’ve got to say.
Location: St. Patrick’s Cathedral.
Time of day: Noon.
Warnings: Angry kid.
These days, Rion didn’t really have much to lose. That was the general idea of things, anyway.
Most of the time he spent them hopping from location to location. At this point and time, it may have been safe to assume that Rion had visited the majority of Manhattan at least once. It was a very big city, and there were a lot of people. What more, there were a lot of those monsters to chase after in the very big city.
There were four things Rion didn’t venture outside without: The plank of wood bedecked with rusted, bloody nails; and tucked away in his waste pouch were the bottle of Delmetor, hairspray, and a lighter-all three of which were recently refilled. Put together and he could just as easily whip up a flamethrower that was just as good as Red, if not more effective due to the chemicals if he was feeling creative. It was such a bother that this city limited his powers as well as his access to PPECs, but it certainly gave him room to be more resourceful. Rion couldn’t think of a time that he had to get this imaginative just to get down the street. Most of his methods concerned just... setting it on fire and screaming at it.
Naturally, he wouldn’t have survived this long if he didn’t have at least somewhat of a knack for knowing what to do in a pinch. His lack of vision was one thing, but he could hone in on his other senses just as well. Some days, it paid to be a little psychic: Knowing who was around what corner, catching a sense of what certain people posed to be a possible threat-these things probably were what kept him alive up to this point. Although he may be a pitiful looking, eyeless child, at times Rion was surprised at how his own capabilities made him a force not to be reckoned with.
Since the incident at the restaurant where he had tried to mercilessly kill that woman (an event in which Rion tried to put behind him, and hope he wouldn’t have to deal with her again on the streets anytime soon), he moved on to other things. If he needed to go blow off some steam, the monsters that populated this place worked just as good. He didn’t trust that Bel guy by any means, but he was interesting when Rion was bored and didn’t have anything better going on. Plus he seemed to be under the impression that Rion was this mafia person. Didn’t concern him any. Just found it interesting, whatever mafia was.
Then there were those people who seemed absolutely adamant about getting rid of anyone non-native to this city. It sounded like the same old song and dance routine. Honestly, it was astounding that this sort of thing didn’t happen sooner, with all the trouble that these so-called outsiders had caused.
Rion didn’t find himself to be an exception by any means. He’d have killed them in a heartbeat if he had to.
Regardless of all the chaos that had been occurring here and there and all throughout... it was almost instinct that carried his feet back to the cathedral. Rion had come and gone from this place so many times before that, even while blind, he didn’t need any sense of direction or psychic power to get here. He simply knew. And there was never a day that went by that he couldn’t hear or feel Lilia’s presence still within the city. He was almost relieved, but at the same a little let down as well; he wanted nothing more than to have her safe. In a way, fighting off the number of monsters that occupied this city was the only way Rion knew how to protect her.
To make things easier, in any case, the Galerian population had also dwindled. There were instances where he could feel their presence still lingering in the city, but now... Cain’s was gone. So were some of the other’s... Suppose it was all for the better. Less for him to have to worry about on top of everything else.
Rion scoffed in spite of everything as the door creaked open, leading him into the cathedral entrance. He lowered the plank of wood from his shoulder and rested it against the wall. Should be all right there... He didn’t want Lilia to see it, or how he had used it. He could still smell the fresh blood from those things that had tried to kill him. They wouldn’t be above to going after Lilia as well.
Reaching out, Rion stumbled down the long aisle into the nave. The tips of his fingers touched some of the pews that remained standing in one piece. He considered on sitting down, but lifted his head to his surroundings to see if Lilia was in the area at all first. His legs were tired, and he’d walked a longer distance than he had expected. How long had it been since he’d come back here for more than a few hours?
He couldn’t see it for himself, but Rion looked terrible. His clothes were a mess. They were either riddled with holes and dirt and blood-both his own as well as the monsters. Some scars were visible as well, though not all from monsters or people. There were a few gashes on his arms and legs from when he fell through a rotten wood floor of a run-down apartment he had been investigating at one point. Took him nearly two hours to find a way to crawl out of the debris. He hadn’t yet thought to have healed any of the wounds he’d received the other week from the monster that tried to jump him from the building. Rion could handle the pain.
What about Lilia, though? She felt the same thing he felt. That was the point of telepathy: Two minds are joined as one. He remembered the day that he had met her... Lilia had been so exhausted, so weary from the pain. And then she had told him. That his pain was also hers. With all that Rion had endured, it was no wonder why she was so beat. He really didn’t want to cause her any more suffering... but at this point it was almost inevitable.
Because that’s what the boy did. He realized this as his arms hang there at his side. That was all the legacy he to leave behind here: Rion Steiner went to places, and caused pain.
And that was his life’s story right there in a nutshell.
Content: Let me start all over again, this couldn’t be the end; there’s something I’ve got to say.
Location: St. Patrick’s Cathedral.
Time of day: Noon.
Warnings: Angry kid.
These days, Rion didn’t really have much to lose. That was the general idea of things, anyway.
Most of the time he spent them hopping from location to location. At this point and time, it may have been safe to assume that Rion had visited the majority of Manhattan at least once. It was a very big city, and there were a lot of people. What more, there were a lot of those monsters to chase after in the very big city.
There were four things Rion didn’t venture outside without: The plank of wood bedecked with rusted, bloody nails; and tucked away in his waste pouch were the bottle of Delmetor, hairspray, and a lighter-all three of which were recently refilled. Put together and he could just as easily whip up a flamethrower that was just as good as Red, if not more effective due to the chemicals if he was feeling creative. It was such a bother that this city limited his powers as well as his access to PPECs, but it certainly gave him room to be more resourceful. Rion couldn’t think of a time that he had to get this imaginative just to get down the street. Most of his methods concerned just... setting it on fire and screaming at it.
Naturally, he wouldn’t have survived this long if he didn’t have at least somewhat of a knack for knowing what to do in a pinch. His lack of vision was one thing, but he could hone in on his other senses just as well. Some days, it paid to be a little psychic: Knowing who was around what corner, catching a sense of what certain people posed to be a possible threat-these things probably were what kept him alive up to this point. Although he may be a pitiful looking, eyeless child, at times Rion was surprised at how his own capabilities made him a force not to be reckoned with.
Since the incident at the restaurant where he had tried to mercilessly kill that woman (an event in which Rion tried to put behind him, and hope he wouldn’t have to deal with her again on the streets anytime soon), he moved on to other things. If he needed to go blow off some steam, the monsters that populated this place worked just as good. He didn’t trust that Bel guy by any means, but he was interesting when Rion was bored and didn’t have anything better going on. Plus he seemed to be under the impression that Rion was this mafia person. Didn’t concern him any. Just found it interesting, whatever mafia was.
Then there were those people who seemed absolutely adamant about getting rid of anyone non-native to this city. It sounded like the same old song and dance routine. Honestly, it was astounding that this sort of thing didn’t happen sooner, with all the trouble that these so-called outsiders had caused.
Rion didn’t find himself to be an exception by any means. He’d have killed them in a heartbeat if he had to.
Regardless of all the chaos that had been occurring here and there and all throughout... it was almost instinct that carried his feet back to the cathedral. Rion had come and gone from this place so many times before that, even while blind, he didn’t need any sense of direction or psychic power to get here. He simply knew. And there was never a day that went by that he couldn’t hear or feel Lilia’s presence still within the city. He was almost relieved, but at the same a little let down as well; he wanted nothing more than to have her safe. In a way, fighting off the number of monsters that occupied this city was the only way Rion knew how to protect her.
To make things easier, in any case, the Galerian population had also dwindled. There were instances where he could feel their presence still lingering in the city, but now... Cain’s was gone. So were some of the other’s... Suppose it was all for the better. Less for him to have to worry about on top of everything else.
Rion scoffed in spite of everything as the door creaked open, leading him into the cathedral entrance. He lowered the plank of wood from his shoulder and rested it against the wall. Should be all right there... He didn’t want Lilia to see it, or how he had used it. He could still smell the fresh blood from those things that had tried to kill him. They wouldn’t be above to going after Lilia as well.
Reaching out, Rion stumbled down the long aisle into the nave. The tips of his fingers touched some of the pews that remained standing in one piece. He considered on sitting down, but lifted his head to his surroundings to see if Lilia was in the area at all first. His legs were tired, and he’d walked a longer distance than he had expected. How long had it been since he’d come back here for more than a few hours?
He couldn’t see it for himself, but Rion looked terrible. His clothes were a mess. They were either riddled with holes and dirt and blood-both his own as well as the monsters. Some scars were visible as well, though not all from monsters or people. There were a few gashes on his arms and legs from when he fell through a rotten wood floor of a run-down apartment he had been investigating at one point. Took him nearly two hours to find a way to crawl out of the debris. He hadn’t yet thought to have healed any of the wounds he’d received the other week from the monster that tried to jump him from the building. Rion could handle the pain.
What about Lilia, though? She felt the same thing he felt. That was the point of telepathy: Two minds are joined as one. He remembered the day that he had met her... Lilia had been so exhausted, so weary from the pain. And then she had told him. That his pain was also hers. With all that Rion had endured, it was no wonder why she was so beat. He really didn’t want to cause her any more suffering... but at this point it was almost inevitable.
Because that’s what the boy did. He realized this as his arms hang there at his side. That was all the legacy he to leave behind here: Rion Steiner went to places, and caused pain.
And that was his life’s story right there in a nutshell.