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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 11:54:15 GMT -5
It was a shame and waste to see the beauty of a vessel just laying there motionless, void of any previous life it formally had. It almost made the heartless weep as he looked down upon it from a cliff, taking off his hat and holding it close to his heart. The wind picked up brushing against his shadow textured hair. A low rumbling, almost whistle like noise could be heard from the downed ship. There were breaches in the hull that made journeying from the world's surface into the depths of space impossible. He had repaired all targeting defense systems, the engines, and electronics with assistance from the ship's AI, who was also named Raven. The flirtatious computer programmed enjoyed showing off her... "Body" to passerby ships and other beings, as well as picking apart hostiles with her twelve chain defense guns. November often agreed with her that the AI and the ship were one in the same. When someone tells her that her body is outdated, she scoffs and ceases communications with said person, and if said person was enjoying a ride in her, they may feel the tingly sensation of being ejected into space. For years she was his only companion on the edges of known space, which is the reason he desires for the ship to be made space-worthy again, to fly with her once more, or rather forever if he could help it. November Frost's glowing white eyes examined the hull, finding each breach along her body. Along Raven's midsection was a long tear in the hull's armor. Shivers went down his spine as he moved down the cliff to get a closer look. It would take a large amount of metal to repair her to her former glory (as well as additional 8 defensive chain guns to replace damaged ones). Such materials couldn't be stolen by Frost as he'd done with other materials. Such parts were... big.. and heavy. He couldn't form a corridor wide enough for them, meaning he would have to pay quite handsomely for it. This wasn't the problem. There was a large quantity of orichalcum (only a few crates, but still a lot with the metal's rarity) within the cargo hold. The problem lies in the fact he was a heartless, and couldn't hide that fact from most. His figure was literally shady and untrustable. November grumbled and leaned against Raven's hull, tracing his finger around his mask in thought. He would have to get help, someone who could trust November, vice versa.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 15:23:18 GMT -5
The air in the sky above Hollow Bastion's many buildings and markets was refreshing as it rushed past him, wings flapping to keep him aloft. Akanam had taken to flying about in his spare time (which he had far, far too much of when he wasn't eating hearts or 'playing' with the people below) finding that the feeling of flying free was a welcoming one. As much as he liked to bother humans (like he'd just been doing in the town, when he'd disguised himself as the baker's wife and stole half his freshly baked bread... then made himself look like one of the youths who were breakdancing on a street corner, before he made them all scream and run away by growing horns and a three-foot long forked tongue right in front of them) they could be tiresome at times... Really, most of them only had one appealing aspect: their hearts, for the sheer fact they were tasty. And the fact they were fun to frighten.
Sighing a bit, Akanam flew down to one of the tall cliffs and landed on his feet. Why couldn't he find an interesting human for a conversation? Most of the Heartless he had found hadn't been sentient enough to actually talk to either, and Nobodies generally didn't get on with him (and vice versa.) Oh, if I could only find my other half! I'm sure she would be at least somewhat entertaining, he practically huffed a bit, before deciding to wander. He hadn't been to these parts of Hollow Bastion before, so it couldn't have hurt to look about it for a while.
It didn't take much wandering before he saw it, though; a massive, metal... thing. The Heartless stared up at it and marvelled. "Wow... and here I thought the water car was impressive!" he stated. ('Water car,' in this context, meant 'boat'; Akanam had given it that name through not knowing what it was, and it had just stuck since.) The Heartless decided to get a closer look at the whatever-it-was, taking to the air again and flying too a cliff closer to the metal item.
As he did, he saw a figure there; a figure in a long black coat that seemed to be pitch black in skin colour as well, leaning against the metal whatsit not too far away and not too far below either, considering the cliff Akanam was on was relatively low. The man was familiar, though Akanam definitely didn't know him; he had a specific aura about him. Heartless had a knack for being able to tell other Heartless apart from the crowd, and so he could tell right away; this shadowy looking man was of his kind. (The pitch-black skin kind of gave him away too, though.)
"Greetings, fellow Heartless!" called the blue-skinned, winged creature, perching himself on the edge of the low cliff and waving a clawed hand, giving a narrow-eyed grin. He meant the other Heartless no harm, his face just happened to make him look somewhat suspect. "It's not often I meet another of our kind who looks so different to the rest. Say, could you be so kind as to tell me what that metal item behind you is? It's fascinating," he said, getting his thoughts off his chest right off the bat, looking at the metal thing and frowning deeply. He'd really never seen anything like it before.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 8:29:19 GMT -5
The wind shifted once more, curling around the ship and blowing his shadow-like hair about. His soft form blurred in the wind, but otherwise stayed together in one piece. It was uncomfortable, even with his stretchy, moldable nature. He didn't like the wind, but on days like these, it brought a little relief to the hot wastes. He yawned and looked around. He seemed to be alone. It was strange... this area is usually crawling in all kinds of heartless who were unable to survive in Hollow Bastion err Radiant Gardens or whatever else they call it now.
Frost was usually attacked by these heartless, who had grown desperate in their hunger. They thought they could possibly steal the hearts that Frost contained within him, his heart especially. They usually didn't get much far. Raven's defensive turrets usually destroyed them as they appeared from what seemed like thin air. Frost estimated a survival rate of one second after a heartless revealed itself. Raven's automatic defense system senses the danger and moves to eliminate said danger.
When he looked up and saw the heartless bird thing poke its body over the cliff, he expected the heartless to become a poof of smoke, darkness, and feathers the next second. However the friendly attitude and warm greeting saved its existence. Frost grunted and waved back, motioning for it to come closer. "Come down here... I don't feel like yelling..."
OOC: terribly sorry for the wait. got really busy
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