Post by Creator on Feb 24, 2008 12:21:44 GMT -5
"♪♫ And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know... whoa-oa-oa.... God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray... hey-hey-hey... hey-hey-hey... ♫♪"
Seger's voice echoed through the forest, along with a thin melody that strung out from his guitar. He swayed as he walked, almost as if he were drunk as he strolled absentmindedly onto the scene. His voice didn't quite fit the song, not that he cared in the least. It did, however, get the attention of a young boy nearby...
Damien looked around, searching for the source of the sound. His Tamashigan formed in his eyes and he turned toward Seger, catching the slightest glimpse of him between the trees. He took off with hungry eyes, grinning maliciously. His new body was small and weak, but whoever this was would no doubt be a more suitable host. Damien skidded from the trees and stared at Seger.
A bit surprised, Seger opened his eyes and stopped playing, unsure of this boy's intentions. 'What's he doing all the way out here?' he wondered, waiting a moment to see if the boy would speak first. When he didn't, Seger took the liberty. "Um, hello. Can I help you? Are you lost?" he asked, taking notice at the child's eyes. 'Maybe it's some kind of demon...'
Damien stepped back, faltering slightly now that he was up close. He could feel an intense amount of power coming from this boy, more than he thought possible for a person to hold. Then he took a closer look. The guitar, the messy hair, it was Seger. He let out a triumphant laugh and performed a quick series of hand signs, then released a blast of white wind toward Seger.
Seeing the white air approaching, Seger twirled lazily to the side, avoiding it with the ease that comes with years of practice. Damien's soul turned and came back at him, though he simple rolled backwards and let him pass right over. "Whatever you are, it's useless. You aren't going to be able to touch me." He looked at the limp body on the ground, which was beginning to stir. The boy's eyes opened and he looked around in shock.
'Damn,' Damien thought, 'He's already come to. Oh well, I won't need him anymore.' His soul flew up to the boy and assumed the form of a ghost, which effectively sent the boy screaming from the area. Then he turned to Seger and rushed once more, only to be leapt over. This one was annoying, no doubt about that. He reversed direction and came back at Seger from behind.
Turning around, Seger instinctively raised his indestructible guitar, which was always his last resort. But too late he realized that it would have no stopping power against a spirit. He felt a shock, and then his vision went black. He stumbled backwards, his limbs falling asleep. His entire body was soon numb, and the world went quiet. He was now tumbling in a black abyss, or perhaps he wasn't tumbling at all. He couldn't tell which way was which anymore.
Damien adjusted himself uncomfortably, getting used to his new body. He looked down at his guitar and tapped into Seger for a moment, letting his body naturally begin to play. "Yes... this is excellent... this power... I-" He paused, as if struggling. 'That's right, I can't use this power on my own. Someone has to wish for it...'
After a few moments of panic, Seger could suddenly hear again. Though his vision was still gone, it was good to have some connection with the outside world. Then he heard his own voice speak. "You want to wish for Damien's body back. It is the most important thing in the world. Wish it to me." For the strangest reason, he could feel it, too. He had the overwhelming urge to get Damien's body back, and, gaining control of his voice for a moment, he spoke. "I wish Damien had his body."
Damien began to play wildly, choosing to abandon words in exchange for a complex solo. He felt the power surging up within him, the green magic swirling around his body. Then intense pain came over him and he let go of the guitar, which hung limply around him. The magic was working, but it always had a cost, and when Seger didn't or couldn't determine the cost beforehand, it would be random. It was just a stroke of bad luck that the cost was his own body. Damien leapt out just as his own body was forming before him, and happily jumped in. The light faded, and all that was left of Seger was a pile of clothes and Ruby, his guitar. Damien could still see Seger's soul, now resting inside the guitar as he no longer had a body. He picked it up and, not knowing that it was unbreakable, hurled it into the air. He fired a Wind Release Jutsu, propelling it skyward. And that was that. He vanished in a blur, darting off to who knows where.
Seger's voice echoed through the forest, along with a thin melody that strung out from his guitar. He swayed as he walked, almost as if he were drunk as he strolled absentmindedly onto the scene. His voice didn't quite fit the song, not that he cared in the least. It did, however, get the attention of a young boy nearby...
Damien looked around, searching for the source of the sound. His Tamashigan formed in his eyes and he turned toward Seger, catching the slightest glimpse of him between the trees. He took off with hungry eyes, grinning maliciously. His new body was small and weak, but whoever this was would no doubt be a more suitable host. Damien skidded from the trees and stared at Seger.
A bit surprised, Seger opened his eyes and stopped playing, unsure of this boy's intentions. 'What's he doing all the way out here?' he wondered, waiting a moment to see if the boy would speak first. When he didn't, Seger took the liberty. "Um, hello. Can I help you? Are you lost?" he asked, taking notice at the child's eyes. 'Maybe it's some kind of demon...'
Damien stepped back, faltering slightly now that he was up close. He could feel an intense amount of power coming from this boy, more than he thought possible for a person to hold. Then he took a closer look. The guitar, the messy hair, it was Seger. He let out a triumphant laugh and performed a quick series of hand signs, then released a blast of white wind toward Seger.
Seeing the white air approaching, Seger twirled lazily to the side, avoiding it with the ease that comes with years of practice. Damien's soul turned and came back at him, though he simple rolled backwards and let him pass right over. "Whatever you are, it's useless. You aren't going to be able to touch me." He looked at the limp body on the ground, which was beginning to stir. The boy's eyes opened and he looked around in shock.
'Damn,' Damien thought, 'He's already come to. Oh well, I won't need him anymore.' His soul flew up to the boy and assumed the form of a ghost, which effectively sent the boy screaming from the area. Then he turned to Seger and rushed once more, only to be leapt over. This one was annoying, no doubt about that. He reversed direction and came back at Seger from behind.
Turning around, Seger instinctively raised his indestructible guitar, which was always his last resort. But too late he realized that it would have no stopping power against a spirit. He felt a shock, and then his vision went black. He stumbled backwards, his limbs falling asleep. His entire body was soon numb, and the world went quiet. He was now tumbling in a black abyss, or perhaps he wasn't tumbling at all. He couldn't tell which way was which anymore.
Damien adjusted himself uncomfortably, getting used to his new body. He looked down at his guitar and tapped into Seger for a moment, letting his body naturally begin to play. "Yes... this is excellent... this power... I-" He paused, as if struggling. 'That's right, I can't use this power on my own. Someone has to wish for it...'
After a few moments of panic, Seger could suddenly hear again. Though his vision was still gone, it was good to have some connection with the outside world. Then he heard his own voice speak. "You want to wish for Damien's body back. It is the most important thing in the world. Wish it to me." For the strangest reason, he could feel it, too. He had the overwhelming urge to get Damien's body back, and, gaining control of his voice for a moment, he spoke. "I wish Damien had his body."
Damien began to play wildly, choosing to abandon words in exchange for a complex solo. He felt the power surging up within him, the green magic swirling around his body. Then intense pain came over him and he let go of the guitar, which hung limply around him. The magic was working, but it always had a cost, and when Seger didn't or couldn't determine the cost beforehand, it would be random. It was just a stroke of bad luck that the cost was his own body. Damien leapt out just as his own body was forming before him, and happily jumped in. The light faded, and all that was left of Seger was a pile of clothes and Ruby, his guitar. Damien could still see Seger's soul, now resting inside the guitar as he no longer had a body. He picked it up and, not knowing that it was unbreakable, hurled it into the air. He fired a Wind Release Jutsu, propelling it skyward. And that was that. He vanished in a blur, darting off to who knows where.
