Distortion (OPEN)

[Person]

The darkness distorted Chase's view of the trail ahead while he rambled through the forest. Although, it wasn't so much rambling as it was walking with a purpose, as Chase had secretly absconded for the night, away from the raven, to practice. He couldn't show Thanatos that he had some want to practice, because there would surely be a heavy onslaught of 'I Told You So's and even more practicing. That possibility was sure to happen, just as sure as the sun rising the next morning, and so that was something Chase wasn't going to live through.

The young necromancer arrived at a clearing in the forest. He had stopped at a relatively smaller one close to the edge of the forest in fear of going too deep at night time and having an unfortunate escapade with some sort of disgusting creature, and so close to the edge was the only choice.

It was good, because there was a full moon out tonight, and provided for a decent amount of moonlight to spotlight his dark performance. The scythe he held began to whisper softly, just like the breeze: "Four Fifteen--Gerald Cooper. Seventh Street..." The occurrences of the scythe speaking flickered on and off now and again, and it was something that Chase had to live with, no matter how creepy.

"Oh well, better get started," he softly said to himself as he placed his backpack next to the tree. He placed his cloak neatly on top of him and pulled up the hood. He seemed like a phantom of the forest--an apparition created out of the fears of the many and seen by the eyes of the fearful. The moving ebony blob know as Chase looked around, took a deep breath, and momentary closed his eyes.

[Sea]

A loud, plaintive meow broke the silence. A small, dark shape slid out of the shadows of the forest. The cat made a show of prodding and poking the backpack with its nose and forepaws, then, after realizing that paws would do no good to open the infernal contraption, turned to the cloaked figure. It sat down, and cocked its head briefly, before padding closer, and swatting at the cloak. It looked up with pale blue eyes, shining bright, framed by the black shadow of a face.
"Meow," said the cat, in a rather demanding tone. It sat down, and looked up at the person expectantly.
I wonder if he can read minds, thought the cat, who was not really a cat. If so, all this acting is for nothing.

[Person]

"Holy--" exclaimed the startled necromancer as he jumped into the clouds. He grasped his chest where his heart was, and with the other hand, white-knuckle gripped his scythe to ensure that it couldn't be torn away from him. From underneath the dark guise that served as his ersatz face, he scanned the slightly lighted clearing with nervous eyes. Even though the noise was noticeably only from a cat, it still took time to register in the young man's crowded mind.

He had looked all around him, but had it not been for his foot ever-so-lightly grazing the small feline, he would have totally overlooked it. His eyes were drawn downward and his mind was relieved when he saw that it was only a cat. He was already thinking of everything that it could have been: a giant feathered centipede, or maybe a gorilla-skunk--he had seen crazier things than that during his short tenor at Twilight.

"Whew," he said as his heart finally began to calm down, "Only a cat. What're you doing out here?" He began to lightly poke the animal with the butt of his scythe for no particular reason, other than he could.

[Sea]

"I'm on a walk," replied the cat, putting a paw on the scythe. "I'd appreciate it if you stopped that. It's rather annoying." The cat licked a paw, and ran it over her ear. "I'm rather surprised you were so frightened of me in this form. I've taken on guises much scarier than this, I daresay." The cat's blue eyes twinkled intelligently as she surveyed him.
"So, what are you doing out here in the forest witha talking stick?" The cat indicated to the mumbling scythe with a lazy sweep of her tail. She continued to run her paw over her face, doing a thorough job of making her whiskers immaculate.