Post by Flood/Akvan on Feb 22, 2015 15:40:23 GMT
Notes: Takes place approx. three years after Pandemic. Flood is currently a member of the Mun Clan, although is still looking for a way to complete his overall purpose.
Flood skimmed the notes written on the piece of paper for the hundredth time, sighing as he folded it into his pocket. He was fulfilling his clan duties earlier this week, so he could spend the remainder travelling. After all, it had been two years, and Flood didn't feel like he'd made much process on his plans. His mother was patient as ever, but Flood was not. They needed to save this world, before it dropped itself in ruin. And right now, Flood could sense only dark times ahead. For the Demon world had a new King, Exitium. A name that still made Flood shiver, from the thought of the evil and sadistic man from his previous life. But so far, around a year and a half since his rule was announced, the evil King thus far had done nothing to arouse a sense of conflict. In fact, as far as life down here was concerned, the streets were clearer of Demons than ever before. Flood's friends from the past, all hiding away from streets in fear of Human conflict. The Mun Clan was the only place safe for those who could not travel to Dranar, Zuura made it very clear that all without a place on the road belonged in their underground and cramped halls. However, the increase in population in the clan wasn't exactly negative. The increase in workers meant that Zuura was close to getting his dream, and the clan was soon going under construction, and Flood was willing to make sure he got his dream. Zuura was a father figure to the entire clan, and accepted Flood easily, even knowing who he was under the Eteru disguise. That fact, adding to the fact that Zuura had happily taught Flood how to properly use his magic, asking only a few errands and clan status in return, meant that Flood was even more determined to make sure his clan got the structure they deserved as a sanctuary.
Right now, Flood needed to gather supplies for tonight meal, possibly the only meal for those currently not working, either at the wrong age to or too weak to help. Flood insisted that he didn't need as much food, happily living off the supply of energy the Sun gave him, but as a full-time worker for the clan, it was a rule that Flood got two meals, when non-workers got one. It was a harsh system, but one everyone agreed worked. The genius behind their clan leader, no one truly understood where Zuura got all of his rules and ideas from. Flood entered a shop, always cautious since he was walking around with his usual appearance, since the world was still fresh from the terrors caused by Flood's previous identity. He always expecting someone to recognise and attack him, but that had only happened a few times, and only the first time had been serious and actually dangerous. He quickly bought the supplies, face shaded by his hat, before walking back into Baransu's streets. He guessed he could pick up something sweet as well, for the new orphaned children the clan had picked up, who were still too terrified to speak to anyone, since they needed some coaxing right now.
He turned to walk towards the sweet shop, before a child crashed into his stomach. Flood quickly balanced himself, looking down at the body of pink hair below him. The little girl looked up, panting hard, with cuts being exposed on her forehead. Flood went to speak to her, before the command of a man rung through the crowd. "Out of the way! Oi! Faeri, get the fuck back here you little brat!" Came the voice. The little girl whimpered a little, before looking up again to Flood, hiding around his back. Flood glanced to her, before seeing the large man cut through the crowd, a short and thick whip in his hand. He glared at Flood, noticing the trail of pink hair leading behind his back. "Oi mister, that girl behind yah is my property, so you best hand her over before I need to get violent." The man grunted, pointing a fat finger towards the little 'Faeri girl'. Flood eyed up his whip, noticing the slight drip of blood already on it. He smiled slightly, "It looks like you've already got violent. And no person is another property, unless you were never taught that growing up in the pigsty." Flood replied calmly. The large man was having none of it, especially when the little girl behind Flood giggled a little. Tiny eyes going even smaller, the man summoned a upgrade magic, that increased the size of his whip, adding spikes to it as well. He went to lash across Flood's side, but it was easily dodge, Flood even holding the little girl's head so she dodged too. Out of the corner of his eye, Flood noticed the girl's small sword around her waist. He carefully took it from her, "I'm going to need to borrow this, little lady." He said, before holding the sword out.
Closing his eyes, Flood memorised the pattern of the pig-man's magic, commanding it into the sword. In the same style as the man's whip, the sword extended, growing spikes around the sides. Flood pointed it towards the man, making sure the crowd nervously watching them wasn't in harms way. "Still going to go after your 'property', eh Piggy?" Flood asked, watching the large man wobble and sweat, before dropping his whip and rushing off. Flood smiled, summoning back the magic on the sword, knelling down to hand it back to the young girl. "Thanks for the sword, you're a life saver little... uh, Faeri?"
Flood skimmed the notes written on the piece of paper for the hundredth time, sighing as he folded it into his pocket. He was fulfilling his clan duties earlier this week, so he could spend the remainder travelling. After all, it had been two years, and Flood didn't feel like he'd made much process on his plans. His mother was patient as ever, but Flood was not. They needed to save this world, before it dropped itself in ruin. And right now, Flood could sense only dark times ahead. For the Demon world had a new King, Exitium. A name that still made Flood shiver, from the thought of the evil and sadistic man from his previous life. But so far, around a year and a half since his rule was announced, the evil King thus far had done nothing to arouse a sense of conflict. In fact, as far as life down here was concerned, the streets were clearer of Demons than ever before. Flood's friends from the past, all hiding away from streets in fear of Human conflict. The Mun Clan was the only place safe for those who could not travel to Dranar, Zuura made it very clear that all without a place on the road belonged in their underground and cramped halls. However, the increase in population in the clan wasn't exactly negative. The increase in workers meant that Zuura was close to getting his dream, and the clan was soon going under construction, and Flood was willing to make sure he got his dream. Zuura was a father figure to the entire clan, and accepted Flood easily, even knowing who he was under the Eteru disguise. That fact, adding to the fact that Zuura had happily taught Flood how to properly use his magic, asking only a few errands and clan status in return, meant that Flood was even more determined to make sure his clan got the structure they deserved as a sanctuary.
Right now, Flood needed to gather supplies for tonight meal, possibly the only meal for those currently not working, either at the wrong age to or too weak to help. Flood insisted that he didn't need as much food, happily living off the supply of energy the Sun gave him, but as a full-time worker for the clan, it was a rule that Flood got two meals, when non-workers got one. It was a harsh system, but one everyone agreed worked. The genius behind their clan leader, no one truly understood where Zuura got all of his rules and ideas from. Flood entered a shop, always cautious since he was walking around with his usual appearance, since the world was still fresh from the terrors caused by Flood's previous identity. He always expecting someone to recognise and attack him, but that had only happened a few times, and only the first time had been serious and actually dangerous. He quickly bought the supplies, face shaded by his hat, before walking back into Baransu's streets. He guessed he could pick up something sweet as well, for the new orphaned children the clan had picked up, who were still too terrified to speak to anyone, since they needed some coaxing right now.
He turned to walk towards the sweet shop, before a child crashed into his stomach. Flood quickly balanced himself, looking down at the body of pink hair below him. The little girl looked up, panting hard, with cuts being exposed on her forehead. Flood went to speak to her, before the command of a man rung through the crowd. "Out of the way! Oi! Faeri, get the fuck back here you little brat!" Came the voice. The little girl whimpered a little, before looking up again to Flood, hiding around his back. Flood glanced to her, before seeing the large man cut through the crowd, a short and thick whip in his hand. He glared at Flood, noticing the trail of pink hair leading behind his back. "Oi mister, that girl behind yah is my property, so you best hand her over before I need to get violent." The man grunted, pointing a fat finger towards the little 'Faeri girl'. Flood eyed up his whip, noticing the slight drip of blood already on it. He smiled slightly, "It looks like you've already got violent. And no person is another property, unless you were never taught that growing up in the pigsty." Flood replied calmly. The large man was having none of it, especially when the little girl behind Flood giggled a little. Tiny eyes going even smaller, the man summoned a upgrade magic, that increased the size of his whip, adding spikes to it as well. He went to lash across Flood's side, but it was easily dodge, Flood even holding the little girl's head so she dodged too. Out of the corner of his eye, Flood noticed the girl's small sword around her waist. He carefully took it from her, "I'm going to need to borrow this, little lady." He said, before holding the sword out.
Closing his eyes, Flood memorised the pattern of the pig-man's magic, commanding it into the sword. In the same style as the man's whip, the sword extended, growing spikes around the sides. Flood pointed it towards the man, making sure the crowd nervously watching them wasn't in harms way. "Still going to go after your 'property', eh Piggy?" Flood asked, watching the large man wobble and sweat, before dropping his whip and rushing off. Flood smiled, summoning back the magic on the sword, knelling down to hand it back to the young girl. "Thanks for the sword, you're a life saver little... uh, Faeri?"
