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| Cairoi Posts: 3271/3807 |
Benjamin bent down and pushed off the ground, flying forward, inches above the steps, before landing in a roll. Without a second thought, he continued the momentum of his roll with a job that cleared the oncoming fireball. He hit the ground in a stiff stance, exhaling.
"These old bones can deal with one little fireball." |
| FX Posts: 3619/3775 |
Ivan is thrown back as the fist impacts his chest. He lands on his back as he hits the ground, sliding through the station. He rolls onto his knees and stands back up.
"Foolish old man, you have no clue of what powers you trifle with." He cracks his neck, then extends a hand. A large ball of flame appears, it's hue a deep red. He stares into it for a moment, before suddenly and unexpectedly hurling it at the man, letting out a sharp "Ha!" |
| Cairoi Posts: 3264/3807 |
As though he had always been there, Benjamin appaeared before the unkind young man, fully poised and with a cold fury in his eyes.
"Respect your elders, you little shit!" Flowing forward, Benjamin launched a punch at Ivan's gut at a speed inconcievably fast for one so old. The force of the punch could easily send Ivan down the steps he had just finished climbing. |
| FX Posts: 3618/3775 |
He shakes his head as he leaves the old man behind.
"Fucking cook," muttered under his breath. |
| Cairoi Posts: 3263/3807 |
"Young man!"
His voice begins to fade as Ivan ascends the concrete stairs. The old man sighs, and begins mumbling under his breath. |
| FX Posts: 3617/3775 |
Ivan chuckles at the last comment, but doesn't respond otherwise, as he begins his way up the stairs. |
| Cairoi Posts: 3262/3807 |
"Now, young man, are you really going to walk out on an old man like this? Did your mother raise you right, or was she too busy with other men to spare you attention?"
He chuckled slightly, coughing with the last exhale. His voice had raised to follow Ivan as he walked. |
| FX Posts: 3616/3775 |
He barely spares a glance at the old man before increasing his pace, nearly at the exit. |
| Cairoi Posts: 3260/3807 |
His darkened eyes sparkle for just a moment before turning to an elderly innocence.
"Excuse me, young man, would you mind helping a weary old coot up some stairs?" |
| FX Posts: 3615/3775 |
The man stoops his head down and lights his cigarette in a cupped hand. He takes a long drag and exhales, letting out no smoke. Standing up straight, he begins to walk alongside the tracks, heading towards the stairs. |
| Cairoi Posts: 3259/3807 |
The old man's eyes seem to widen and yet shrink underneath the flaring of his brow. Age has given him a wisdom that stops his tongue, but his left hand begins making strange patterns against his palm.
He bides his time. |
| FX Posts: 3614/3775 |
Winds blow through the cavern as a train pulls into the station. The doors slide open with a mellow hiss, revealing a man of middle eastern decent, with a pristine black suit and long hair tied back. He's the only one in the car, and in a moment the car is empty, as he steps out into the station, pulling out a cigarette. |
| Cairoi Posts: 3258/3807 |
Deep underground, in a cavern bathed in the flickering glare of fluorescent lights, and old man stands against a pillar, running his hand through the wiry tangles of his beard.
"My dream placed me here, I know that. All that's missing is a man with golden fire. Time to play the waiting game, I suppose." He chuckles and slowly steps over to a chair, struggling to sit himself down. |
