[PRIVATE] "It's not Stalking, I Swear!"

[Neocyoni]

Location: Rachel
Limit: Two
Players: Actinium | Phosphorus

Current Weather Conditions:It's a moderately warm autumn day, though colder than usual in Rachel at an average of 80°F. The wind has picked up speed over the last couple hours and a dust storm has finally presented itself. The combined effects of dust and wind reduce visibility to zero, making seeing and hearing anything outside quite difficult and all ranged weapon attacks impossible.

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He had to admit, this wasn't exactly the best idea he had had that day. Sure, the sin was very beautiful and interesting to say the least. He didn't just follow around anyone for more than two weeks just because he could. They had to pique his interest and this black-on black clad Assassin did just that.

He couldn't place it, not at first, but after the first few day of following the man, Phosphorus had realized that he had recognized the other. That he too couldn't place let alone find a reason as to why he would be able to recognize the other.

He had lived within Rekenbar's rulings until just a few years ago. Having had been released a little after his twenty third birthday, to the day he had been administered to Rekenbar's roster. Anything before the age of nineteen was lost and replaced with the memories of his parents' abandonment of him, and of Rekenbar 'adopting' him and being the best parents he could hope for. His dreams said otherwise.

A controlled sigh escaped the priest's lips as he let out a slow stream of air, not wanting to give his position away to the sin ahead of him, then again, the dust ridden air was more than likely enough to hide the very faint sound, not to mention make it rather difficult to see. The damn dust and sand was practically blinding him and it was hard to pinpoint exactly where the other was, though he did keep his eyes fixed on his black clad frame. His mouth and nose was, thankfully, clear due to his wearing of the ganger mask or simply, a flu mask with a black 'X' marked upon it's cotton fibers.

[BelovedSacrifice]

The weather was the first thing that he noticed. The second was that he was being followed. The next thing he thought was that he had been noticing a lot of blond priests lately. Maybe it was the same priest. There was an idea. Bloody sneak. Merde. Why hadn't he noticed? He must have been too tired. It was hard to keep these religious zealots pleased. It was frustrating.

The black-haired male hissed to himself and then continued on his way. As soon as he was out of town he'd kill the guy and that would be the end of it.

Unfortunately, the first time he found outside of town was a hoard of monsters. Damn. Damn, damn, damn! This was he got for going ways that no one else travelled anymore.

Something jumped on his back, clawed it's way down. Damn. That was going to be a pain in the arse to patch up. Ungh. He knew he should have rested another night in town before leaving, but when he'd gotten wind of his follower he'd gotten jittery and despite reassuring himself over and over again that Rekenbar thought he was dead, he hadn't managed to shake that pressing unease and so he'd decided to skip town.

A roween had gotten hold of one of his weapons.

"Merde!"
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"La vie c'est l'enfer"
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[Neocyoni]

Another soft groan came forth from the priest'a masked lips, a white and red sleeved arm going up to block a bit of the oncoming gust into his aqua optics. Perhaps he should get one of those blinkers? They would help with the wind and sand, he thought, but definitely wouldn't assist in keeping to the sin's trail; which currently posed quite difficult for the already half blind cleric. He didn't wear glasses for no reason after all. They were much too expensive to waste a couple million zeny on.

With a soft huff, Phosphorus continued after the other as he ascended further into the windstorm; which, judging from his direction, Phos concluded was heading to the outskirts of town, possibly even out of town to the Ida Planes. This was only confirmed as he spotted, well, caught the unmistakable quick dash of the body of the weasel/canine-like Roween attach itself to the back of the other male's back before clawing down only to make a grab at the other. His weapon by the looks, and sound, of it. Roween were much more clever than they are often given credit for. Phosphorus knew this from past experiences.

Er...Maybe it was best if he buffed the guy? Then again, that would give away his position. Well, better that then a lost target, he reasoned out, besides, he could claim to be a lowly priest just passing though. Yes. That was good!

And with that he let loose a few of easiest spells. Not cause he didn't have the others mastered; though that was the case, but becasue they were easier to focus on in a storm than Benedictio Sanctissimi Sacramenti . Hell, he couldn't even pronounce that half the time. Especially the Sactissimi. He often said "Sanctisasami" or Sactimsalami" or something equally stupid. That's right a simple Increase Agility, Impositio Manus, Kyrie Eleison, Gloria, Blessing, Angelus, and Magnificat would suffice. Not to mention a feel restoratives to dull the pain and lightly heal the other's wounds.

[BelovedSacrifice]

The feeling of buffs surged through his blood, something familiar and he uttered a soft enchant poison, wielding his remaining weapon with a vengeance, the spells curling through his skin making fighting easier. He felt lighter and more powerful and it was then that he remembered why he used to travel around with one or two people. It was like being on drugs without the damn crash.

After stabbing about five of the bloody beasts he managed to get his other weapon back. This time he was buffed and this time he was not off-guard. He was fast. He was ruthless and utterly concentrated on his current targets, keeping an absent tab on the priest, reminding himself to not let the little weasel slip away. There were two roweens left so the assassin sacrificed one of his weapon, launching it towards the priests in hopes to pin him to some surface for later inspection. He then finished off his last two victims with a growl.

He was bloody and scratched up and all together not too happy, which was bad for his stalker, provided he'd managed to snag the shiny little bastard.
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"La vie c'est l'enfer"
Go, go, Published Authordom! HERE

[Neocyoni]

A sense of accomplishment coursed throughout the priest's mind as he watched the other fight. 'Ha! Never underestimate a priest!', he though pridefully despite being a tiny bit low on his mana. He could feel the spiritual energy a little on the low side, though his physical health was rounded off as average; considering he always ended in a few scrapes or bruises over the simplest of days.

Watching the other closely, Phos had forgot to blink at some point and ended up with sand in his eyes much to his dismay. After a few moments of rubbing the grit from his face, he returned his vision back to the male, who was still fighting off the pack of Roween. Subconsciously, the Rekenbar member recalled that the last time he had seen so many Roween was when there was a Galion about. And those yippy hounds weren't something to take lightly.

After a few minutes of keeping his eye out for the other, he determined it was a good time to replenish the buffs and give a few more heals, not a second after having done such, his arm was jerked back against the wall by a sudden piercing force, making a small yelp of surprise escape from his wind-torn lips.

"What are you trying to do? KILL ME?!" he snapped out, though if the other heard him over the roar of the raging winds, he wouldn't know until the other had taken care of the vile creatures. And that time seemed just about up as he saw the other carrying his other Jamahdar as he made his way forward with what looked like a greatly pissed expression and with that, Phosphorus truly hoped the wind was playing tricks on him.

[BelovedSacrifice]

The assassin wiped animal blood from his cheek and then coughed. Damn storm. He wanted to be out of this thing as soon as possible, which meant he had to deal with his follower quickly.

Once he was close enough, he closed his Jamadhar around either side of the priest's neck and held it there, careful not to snap the third blade and end the light-haired male's life in a rather swift, bloody mess.

"So," he murmured. His voice was hoarse from the storm and from the fight, but it hadn't been all that kind and smooth to begin with. "What business do you have following me, mister priest?"

Yes. He was straight to the point. He didn't have the time or patience for mind games and was very much wanting to get himself where he could have a nice bath and then get to sleep. He had this sinking feeling like he was going to be restless for a long time, however, and this was making him even more irritable than he already was, which, as always, was not good for his stalker.

Actinium did not enjoy being followed since he was a rather short-tempered and paranoid man and he wasn't going to let this dirty little rat pretend even for a minute he was 'some lowly priest just passing through' or some other utter bullshit like that. He wasn't stupid. When you saw some fellow in town, and then you saw the same fellow out of town, they were probably following you and despite telling himself over and over and over that Rekenbar thought he was dead... Well... He didn't even trust himself these days. After all, what the hell did he know?
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"La vie c'est l'enfer"
Go, go, Published Authordom! HERE

[Neocyoni]

Just as he had expected, his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. This only became obvious as he felt the cool blade of the Jamahdar against his through, his heart racing at the thought that was going to be the end of him right then and there. Oh god. He hoped he wasn't going to die. He was still much too young to die!

That was when the raven-haired male posed his first of probably many questions. Oh god. He was going to die wasn't he? He...He couldn't just go out and tell the truth that would really make him seem like a creeper. And He couldn't reply with some cliché reply such s ' Just passing though, sir! Thanks for taking care of the hounds!' No. He could tell this sin wasn't as dumb or naive as a number of other people he had followed around though out the last few months and years of his life.

He had been too busy drilling thoughts throughout his mind before he had even realized that he had mouthed his answer, "I was just following you. You look interesting." By the time he had realized his mistake, he pressed his body further against the stone wall. Oh gooood! He was going to be dead priest meat!

He clenched his eyes shut tight, just waiting for that middle blade to pierce his throat.