The Small Band

[Señor Sunday Friday]

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Eithne frowned, she wasn't too glad to be here but of course she had to come check it out because she felt personally obligated too. She had the feeling about her that she was somewhat to blame for all of this, so her sense of duty kept her going for the most part. She got to work, looking for these survivors from TMA, wondering who might be among them... there were a few faces she actually rather wanted to see there, Estrik and Shark were among the people she hoped to see... because if those people were dead... she'd be rather... displeased with how things were going on.

[Creator]

Damon before the high tent, not sure how exactly he felt about all this. For some reason, he felt emotionally numb, but perhaps that was best in a situation like this. "What are you thinking?" He asked Eithne, evidently unaware of the abnormality of the question. The older Damon formed nearby, looking from the tent to the two of them and back. "Whenever you're ready."

Damon's Kunai Claws formed but remained unlit, simply waiting for whenever they might be needed. He stared through the corner of his eye at Eithne, wondering if she would even answer. She probably had a lot on her mind right now. Part of him resented his future self for not telling her that Julius was lying. But, again, it wasn't enough resentment to be considered as such in his mind.

[Man of Many Murders]

Sitting on a rock in the high tent was a very odd man. He wore simple clothing and appeared to be a simple man. His long black hair was wet and his eyes were shut, sleeping perhaps. The man had a sword in his lap and leaned against his shoulder. How one could sleep sitting on a rock one may never know. The man was disturbed at the arrival of Damon. He looked up his eyes still having sleep in them. He didn't seem to notice the two of them. He tilted his head sideways as his grew large noticing the arrival of the two and fell back off the rock stunned. To think that someone would dare sneak up on his during his precious sleep. The man quickly jumped onto his feet his sword at the ready. "You trash may have gotten past old Mississippi over there, but do not think you will get past me. I am Gerard one of the survivors of TMA. I shall not let you pass demons." He brought his sword up and charged at Damon.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"HEY! CHILL! OKAY!" Eithne rolled her eyes, pulling Aurora out with a quick ease, "Yeah- TMA, we've heard of it! We're students." she wasn't too fond of being attacked and she really wasn't in the mood right now to deal with them. "And 'Gerard'... I'd be careful as to whom I called trash if I were you." she narrowed her eyes, a slight smirk playing accross her expression. "We're not here to hurt you, so don't worry." she shook her head, some people were just so difficult, weren't they? Well... things could be worse. Her mind mused over the different possibilities of the situation, figuring that the worst possibility was probably the one that was going to come true. She had to be truthful to herself- the worst possible situation didn't look like much fun at all.

[Creator]

Damon stared blankly with his arms crossed, giving the man a 'please-don't-waste-my-time' look. Just before the man made contact, Damon burst into smoke, allowing him to pass through, and solidified facing the strange man.
"...you let me pass." He smirked, not in the mood to reinforce what Eithne had said. The fact that he wasn't attacking should be enough. Slowly, Berstunic rose from his shadow, climbing up onto his shoulder. The older Damon's shadow contained a pair of red eyes, though the future Berstunic seemed less inclined to make himself quite so vulnerable.
"Now if you're done having an aneurysm and all, I'd be much obliged if you'd put down the sword so we can have a little chat." His eyes faded back to normal, as if hoping to ease the man's nerves.

[Man of Many Murders]

Gerard, who almost had a heart attack after going through the smoke that Damon had become, shifted his eyes between the two. "I will not fall for your tricks." He has no doubt that these were either spies of the Nine. After all it could be the only explanation. There was no way that Eithne was a member of TMA due to her age. Or at least how old she looked. Damon on the other hand, Gerard really did not know. He raised his blade and let out a small battle cry and charged once again.

"That is enough!" Came a harsh voice. Standing in front of the tent was an old man with long gray hair. He wore simple clothing and leaned on a staff. Gerard stared at the old man and replied, "Sir... I am positive that these are intruders. Should we not sound the alarm?!" The old man just sighed and shook his head. "Gerard go inside." He ordered. A swore came out of Gerards mouth as he obeyed, but not feeling happy at all about it. The old man turned to the two. "I apologize for Gerard's behavior. My name is Eldier. How many I help you two?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"First off- please prove that this isn't some kind of trap or something, I'm getting dreadfully tired of them." she rolled her eyes as she muttered under her breath, "Doesn't anyone actually want to help us?" she shook her head, obviously believing that next to noone actually wanted to care about the general outcome of the world. It was kinda depressing, actually. She released an exhasperated sigh, "Is it just me or is everything getting progressively more predictable?" Eithne asked Damon as she slid her sword back into place on her back, figuring that weilding a weapon wasn't a good way to make people realize you weren't here to actually hurt them.

[Creator]

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"An old man named Eldier, one letter away from 'elder.' Amusing. Your parents must have assumed you'd reach an old age, and wanted to make you a living joke." He turned to Eithne, smirking. "Next it'll turn out this guy's name is actually Dumbledore, and he'll know everything we could possibly need to know, but he won't tell us much, or important details will be missing. He'll point us in the right direction and give us vague clues."

The older Damon seemed to be inspecting the old man, not making a single move as he stared. His eyes faded to solid red for a moment, then back.
"If that guy ever turns traitor or anything and you need someone to kill him, call me first, okay?" the younger Damon said, as if that was the end of the matter.

[Man of Many Murders]

Eldier, despite being made fun of by Damon, would help these two. He could understand their questioning him. And no his name was not Dumbledore if anyone would ask. As for the Eldier he had no idea why his parents had named him so. Then again he really did not care. "You want proff..." He said and nodded his head. He had recognized these two from long ago. He had no idea if they had lived or died when the destruction came, but their arrival must of meant that they were indeed alive. Eldier headed around the High Tent. Behind it was a small board in the ground, which Eldier lifted to reveal a stair case going into the ground. The stair case was lit by torches which provided the only light in the stair case. "Follow." He instructed as he walked down the stair case. The stairs went for about eighty feet into the earth. When they had reached the edge of the stair case they were facing a giant room lit by old lamps ahead. They were in some sort of abbandoned laboratory. Many tables and items lay across the area and on the floor. But what stood out the most was a large container holding a water so black that nothing could be seen in it. The container was ten feet high and ten feet across. Glass held the water in and connected to the container was two huge cords. Eldier walked over to a small switch board and flicked one of the switches. A light came on inside the container. Floating inside the container was a body. The body seemed to float and was almost unrecognizable by most. Of course he was not clothed, but some recognizable features was his long hair. Many scars lay across his chest and on his arm a very strange tatto. The man looked so different from who he used to be. Then again Eithne was a vampire. She would recognize his scent most likely anywhere. "Is the body of Cowl proff enough for you?" He asked to Eithne.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne narrowed her eyes, "Why save a corpse umong what I would assume was many? Especially this one? Don't the Nine need it? If you just got rid of it then you wouldn't have to worry about them getting Cowl from you- besides. I don't think you should have immediately taken us all the way here... because I doubt that we weren't followed." Eithne shook her head, figuring people might have had a bit more common sense than to just show people to random dead people... oh well- apparently idiocy was making a comeback in the future.

"Well, you weren't followed by anyone too incidious." Came the ring of a clear voice, a man stood behind the group, a fairly tall person of a thin build, he was probably a rather good runner from the looks of him. His hair dark brown, almost black and cut short, only the slightest bit hung over his striking blue eyes that looked towards Damon, Eithne and Eldier. "Good evening." He nodded to them, letting his eyes now wander up to the body of Cowl, "And good evening to you as well, kid." there was an obvious smirk on the stranger's face that was terribly hard to read, somewhat reminiscent, somewhat sinister, somewhat joking, and somewhat resentful. There was a hollow echo of the movements and manner of the person that one couldn't quite pinpoint, but oh well- assuredly it would be figured out sooner or later.

[Creator]

Damon turned, his eyes fading into the Tamashigan as he looked the man up and down, first with a defensive fire in his eyes, then with shock. He started to say something, but froze, and turned to his future self. The two stood there, staring daggers at each other as some sort of mental conversation went down. Clearly Damon wasn't happy about something, but his future self had an insistent look on his face. His eyes faded back to normal, and he turned back to the man, now scrutinizing him closely. At first, he had seemed annoyed at the fact that he had basically been tricked into seeing Cowl's naked ass, but that was long forgotten. "...you know Cowl? How? And for that matter, who are you?" He turned back to Eldier, claws now blazing. "And why the hell would you have some kid's body? You have two options. Either you explain right now, or I get to hurt you. Either way, I win."

At some point during all of this, the larger Berstunic had formed and snaked his way around and outside, probably to guard the entrance and alert the future Damon of any more guests. "I forgot we were this popular. The party practically follows at our heels."

[Man of Many Murders]

Eldier did not know what to say to Eithne's mockery of him. Of course she could complain all she wanted, but she still did not know all the facts. And if she bothered to listen to what he had to say perhaps she would of found them out. Eldier was about to tell her when a stranger came in. This made Eldier very nervious he had provided protection for Cowl's body for quite some time now. He had no clue if this man was friend or foe.

The way the stranger spoke to them and towards the body of Cowl, made Eldier feel a bit more safe. This man seemed to not want to harm any of them so perhaps he was another man seeking help, just as these two were. Eldier did not speak to the man as Damon demanded to know the facts. Eldier sighed. Of course they would want to know. At least this one was smart enough to ask for information then to make assumptions. "This is Cowl's body. Not his corpse." He said to Eithne first. Yes Cowl's body remained alive and continued to breathe and age like any normal body would. "And the Nine have no use for his body. It was never the body they wanted but his soul. So when they had taken that they left his body to die. I was asked by a girl once, I can not quite remember her name, to look after the body and keep it alive." Eldier turned to Eithne. "as a matter of fact.... She looked an awful lot like you." He said.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"So... I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" Eithne said, sounding actually rather victorious as she came to the conclusion, she tapped on the container that heald Cowl, "Hear that, Cowl? I DON'T KILL YOU!" she exclaimed, sounding actually rather relieved, "WE JUST HAVE TO PUT YOUR SOUL BACK together and... then... find a way to...." she slowed down progressively, looking towards Eldier, "Okay... how do we put his soul back together, and put it back in his body?" she asked, actually sounding a bit confused as to how she was going to accomplish something like that.

The stranger suppressed some kind of laughter as he stood there, a smirk on his face and a glitter in his eyes betraying his amusement with the group, though the exact ramifications of his thoughts were hidden due to a barrier around his mind that was more secure than almost any seen by the realm of magic, it seemed without fault. This person seemed to have alot to hide from people, and so he watched the group, meanwhile sending a message to the future Damon, "And how have things been for you, other than following yourself around- to reminisce perhaps?" the telepathic voice sounded nothing like the stranger's actual voice, in the telepathy- it was far too feminine to be the voice of a man... it was actually rather familier...

[Creator]

Life #4
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Now choosing to ignore the newcomer, Damon turned to Eithne. "I doubt I can do any good, but I'm bonded with the element of soul. Maybe there's some jutsu that can be combined with that ability to fix him back up. I think I could probably stick the soul in the body, but I don't know how we'd put it back together in the first place." He scratched his head, running through a mental list of techniques that might help them.
Meanwhile, the future Damon was facing the newcomer with a blank stare. "I've been alright. Managed to get my hands on a top-notch body for the time being, but he's got a lot of fight in him." He cast her a sideways glance with a hint of some indistinguishable thought. "Luckily for you, you get to keep yours. I'm just about to the point where I have to wear a nametag all the time."
"Calm down. No need to go crazy like this."
"Oh, that makes a lot of sense."
"Just wait. Give it five minutes. If you aren't more relaxed by then, I won't stop you."
Damon smirked, though there was no audible proof as to why. Of course, he would be calmer in five minutes, but right now he enjoyed the thought of exploding on everyone.

[Man of Many Murders]

Eldier, oblivious to the conversation between Damon and the stranger went ahead and answered Eithne's question to the best of his ability. "Well you see that's the problem. I, along with a few others have been trying to figure out a way to do that. From the research I have done over the years there just might be a way to place the soul back together, through the very machine that split it apart. But in order to even thinking of trying anything we have to kill the two men who have current residence of his soul. And even if by some way we do manage to kill him, we still have to find a way to capture his soul." Eldier gave a small sigh. After all the years of research they were no closer then they had been since they first found a way to perserve Cowl's body.