Two little birds named Aseris and Rakiran

[Noro]

"Alrighty, then," Azian said, adjusting his helmet to fit better on his head. "Will I still live to tell the tale?" He smirked at the little imp before him. Azian enjoyed this just as much as him. He vaguely wondered when they were going to get Shade, though. Just in case he didn't survive. That way, the imps wouldn't drag his corpse off and try to give it away to some poor old lady, who would just end up causing the end of the world by refusing it.

Azian sighed and pulled out Aseris and Rakiran, wishing he could have his birds here with him, but he knew they were better suited at home. He swung them around lightly, in a somewhat offhand way. He didn't really feel like sparring with the imps after find out what they were capable of, but he didn't think he had much of a choice now. If he survived, he would have to be more careful.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The first imp pulled out miniature versions of Azian's weapons and swung them about as well, though with considerably less ease that the origional. "Now what?" it asked, looking up at him with a curious look. It was obvious that while they knew they were not allowed to spar, they were not quite sure on the concept. The imp then froze in place, looking up at Azian with a frown on his face, until gradually he increased in size, becoming what seemed to be an exact replica of Azian were it not for the stupid smile on it's expression as it looked towards Azian. "Now... I'm like you!" it exclaimed with it's smile only growing larger, "Only better!" it held up it's right hand to reveal a sixth finger, the left hand had five fingers, it was only the right with an abnormal number of digits. It seemed though, from the imp's excitement, that the changing of size for a larger form was a completely new experience seeing as how it looked in wonder at the distance from it's face to it's feet.

[Noro]

"Uhh..." Azian knew there were going to be some difficulties now. "Umm... Why would you want to be me, though? There's already one of me. Isn't that enough?" He wasn't panicking, yet, but he knew he would soon enough. "Are you planning on getting Shade anytime soon?" He was seriously trying not to be impatient, but now he felt his sanity was depending on it. Staring at another version of himself was very disorientating.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"But I thought we could spar!" the imp protested, crossing it's arms in a defiant manner, the weapons disappearing into the air, "Friends spar right? And we're friends!" it exclaimed, a frown on it's replica Azian face, though from the lacking of torturously insane events one would assume the frown wasn't an actual sign of anger, rather a facade deemed appropriate for the situation. "And..." it continued, "Two is better. Especially when I'm better." it nodded, very sure that his own version of Azian was in fact better than the origional. Something that could appear endearing at first though could very easily turn into a very, very bad situation in the not too overly far stretched future.

"You could be me!" the imp decided with a flourish, it's face exploding into a smile, the exxaggerated expressions and mannerisms and the like of the imp as Azian was in such a way that it would make it appear as if a living cartoon was in Azian's presence, disorienting and strange. "You would like that, yes? Lots of fun, yes?" it asked, a broad smile stretching past the confines of it's face. "Yes, yes, very right, yes." it nodded. "Who was I looking for again?" it asked, as if he was in fact Azian inquiring about whom it was that he had come to Twilight Moon for, as if the imp had for these moments forgotten that it wasn't actually Azian.

[Noro]

"Fine! Fine, we shall spar,"Azian said, hoping it would distract the imp from the fact that it believed it was him. That was not good. "Will you get Shade for me, though? An audience would be fun, right? And that's what friends do, right? They have fun." His hands had begun to sweat from the terror of having the imp impersonate him. He couldn't think of anything scarier. Not even the end of the world.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Come one!" the imp complained, stomping it's foot, "You're not being any fun!" it whined, looking towards Azian with torturously pitiful eyes that appeared a tad too large for it's face and it's lower lip a tad too large in it's pout. "Teach me to spar!" it insisted, "Tar, car, far, gar, jar, mar, bar..." it muttered to itself, musing over the words as if they held deep significance. he was broken from it's reverence in a snap of a mental spark, an open mouthed smile large and excited on his expression and it jumped up and down, clapping it's hands together rapidly in excitement. "We're going to have so much fun!"

The sleeping creature on Azian's shoulder opened it's eyes blearily, the second imp yawned, stretching it's now tiny arms out before looking towards it's friends, "A-..." it looked from the first imp, to Azian, and back, "Two now, yes...?' it asked, crawling further into the fabric, "Yes...?" it asked, the poor thing's voice trembling with fear no doubt inspired by the immense surprise of there being two Azians The terrified creature seemed to grow smaller and smaller, curled up and now no bigger than a grain of rice.

[Noro]

Azian frowned at the now miniscule imp, sad for his terror. "It's okay," he started to say, but couldn't finish because it really wasn't. He gave up trying to distract the imp and decided instead to give it what it wanted.

"Alright, we shall spar. You go first." He held Aseris and Rakiran lightly, ready to move them in whichever direction he saw best fit as a response. It was inevitable that he was going to lose, but hey. Maybe he would get lucky and a stray butterfly would catch the little one's attention. As far as the sleeping imp on his shoulder went, Azian hoped it would get bigger soon because he feared for it's health. He didn't know what it meant when imps shrunk, but he was sure it wasn't good. He felt an attachment to them, even though they had only caused him trouble so far. He had to be losing his mind.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The imp that appeared as Azian, the first imp, looked with an expression of confusion, "What do I do?" it asked, dumbfounded. He looked towards the weapons and frowned, believing that it would have been smarter to brandish something not quite as serious as a bladed weapon, seeing as those hurt people and hurting people was in no way fun. He frowned, "And you shouldn't have those..." he pointed to the swords. Seeing as the imp had no clue what sparring was, it was possible for Azian to completely BS it and say it was a hug, or anything of that sort, which would certainly be much less painful than fighting the creature.

"So... big..." murmured the second imp, sounding as if it was crying. "What happened...?" it whimpered, still only the size of a grain of rice and if one thought of it, comparatively loud considering it's size. Azian would notice his shoulder being wet, due to the large amount of tears coming forth from the small being, and perhaps it wetting itself a minute bit.

[Noro]

Azian nearly fainted with relief, though he refused to show it. They didn't have a clue what sparring was. He looked down to his already drawn katanas and his gaze probably would have stayed there if it wasn't for the fact that his shoulder was feeling unnaturally cool. There was a growing dark spot beneath the previously sleeping imp. There was a steady flow of tears leaking from the poor things eyes, but something told Azian that they weren't the source of the damp spot. Azian turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut momentarily. He decided, with a hell of an effort, mind you, to let it go and turned back to the little imp, pulling a tissue out of his pocket.

"Here," he gave the imp, frowning slightly. To tell the truth, he wasn't entirely sure where the tissue had come from in the first place. He simply felt like there was a tissue in his pocket, and there was. But he didn't put it there. It made him worry a little bit for some odd reason. His gaze landed back on the other imp, who still carried a confused look on his face. Azian froze for a moment, trying to make something up for the whole sparring problem.

"Uhh... Well, you see... um... sparring is.. uh...." Pause. "When... um..." Second pause. "When friends... take out... uh... Shiny objects! Yes!" Aaaand, bingo. An idea. "Sparring is when friends take out reaally shiny objects and show it to their other friends." He held up his swords. "See? Aren't they pretty?" He had a bad rush of adrenaline and was practically panting from it.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The imp in the form of Azian let a huge smile spread accross his face, "Like this?" he asked, holding up what could only be described as a massive, swirling, fiery ball of death. "Shiny, yes?" the frightening item slowly dissipating after it had been revealed. The imp seemed to be very proud of himself as he placed his hands on his waist and stood there with all the glorious posing of a comic book superhero.

Tears were cold, piss was warm, was the general truth and since the spot was warm, it was most likely a majority of tears,

((Crap post time, because I'm relatively uninspired.))

[Noro]

((Yes, piss is warm, but when you spill hot chocolate or something on yourself, it is only warm upon first impact, right? After that, it's usually cold and uncomfortable...Ah good times, good times. ^^))

Azian jumped back with a bit of a frenzy, the adrenaline making his supposed-to-be small step away bigger than he intended.

"Yes! Yes, that's exactly right!" He said a bit over-enthusiatically. The giant whirling ball scared him, seeing as he didn't have a single idea what it was and he didn't think it was good. "Yes, yes, shiny." His voice slowed down as his heart rate began returning to normal. He wasn't sure if the exitement of the game had left out of the imps' minds yet, but he knew for a fact it had left him. He wondered when they would get Shade. He wondered if Shade were even real, knowing the imps as he did now. Shade could've been their imaginary friend, for all he knew. Azian hoped they would find someone real to help him.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The little imp on Azian's shoulder spoke in a quiet voice, "He wants to see Shade..." it whispered, poking it's miniscule head out of it's little pocket and peering fearfully towards the imp that had made itself into a perfect image of Azian. "We should bring Shade here." it whimpered, growing smaller still with it's timidness.

The first imp nodded, "Shade, yes?" it nodded with a smile towards Azian and giving an odd little thumbs up as it let a look of pondering befall it's expression, thinking of how best to get Shade and bring him here so that he could meet Azian and then they could all be friends, good, wonderful, lovely friends.

[Noro]

Azian's jaw dropped. Are they really going to get Shade? Really? He didn't believe it. But he'd wait and see if they actually did. He looked at the tiny imp on his shoulder, willing it to go back to sleep so that he wouldn't look so sad. The almost serious look on the little one's face made his heart seem to break. The cuckoo bird song whirled in his head.

Kookaburra sits in an old gum tree,
Merry merry king of the bush is he!
Laugh kookaburra!
Laugh kookaburra!
Gay your life must be!

Man, did he feel cheesy. The ridiculously goofy smile on his face showed for it, even though he did his best to hide it. Ha, ha... crazy, crazy, asian kid. Ha, ha, ha... He guessed the longer he was with the imps the more addled his brain would be. He felt, for lack of better words, 'cuckoo for coco puffs'. He nearly doubled over with laughter from that thought, too. He had to regain control soon, or he would really be over the edge.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Seemingly undaunted by the awkward teleporting the imps juxtaposed the world to, a being stepped through a tear in the world's being and into the battle square, his eyes looking through threads of night that fell over his face. The cloak he wore over his body was tattered and worn thin in places, his boots appearing too heavy for his thin, pale frame. "And who..." he quirked a black eyebrow up in curiosity, "..are you?" he asked Azian. He did not recognize the student and while many could say that he never did make an effort to learn student's names- he liked to believe he'd at least known thier faces well enough.

"He's our friend, yes?" the imp asked, looking towards the tiny one on Azian's shoulder, appearing there in the smaller form as was normal for it's kind and it began it's attempts at coaxing the smaller one from the pocket on Azian's shoulder. One could now wonder how Shade knew the difference between the imp and Azian when they were so identical in appearance- and even though there were slight differences it was no advantage for Shade's sight because he had not known Azian's face before now.

But he knew the imps, and that was enough.

[Noro]

Azian cocked his head a little to the side, all signs of insanity suddenly gone. The new person's presence seemed to clear him of the imps' influences. "I take it you are Shade. I am Azian, though I might ask why your question sounds more like an accusation, as if it is my fault that you don't know who I am." He didn't smile in order to show that he was turning fairly serious, but there was a glint in his eyes that made it seem as if he was prone to sarcasm even when serious. He was turning somewhat desperate to get into the school to find his sister, if not just to get away from the maniacs currently sitting on his shoulder.

He looked at one imp as it tried to get the other one out of its hiding place. He wanted to help, but didn't know what to do. The draft that came in from having his shirt rolled into a ball at his neck was starting to get to him and he felt a little embarrassed in front of Shade. Azian didn't normally parade around with his clothes half off.