Ark 25/Episode 22: Remember That Day...

Intro
(( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ml0aNkapOuA )) It had been exactly two years since the events of the Sector Games, two years since the unexpected destruction of Kasaihana City and the deaths of millions who could not protect themselves against the sudden calamity. Tatsuya Kasan, now a 23-year-old young man, could vividly remember what had taken place on that mysterious island. Some memories he would rather not visit, but others he would take with him to the grave. But of course, his most treasured memory would have to be the day he came across someone he now considers special to him, someone who had left an impact on him that he can still feel to this day. The sun was bright and golden above the beach along the coast of Kasaihana, the resulting warmth of the midday hour accompanied by a soothing breeze that seemed to caress the exposed skin of the young Kasan. Talon took a deep breath as he looked out at the horizon beyond the ocean, a cigarette tucked between his lips, which he quietly puffed every minute or so. As he sat beneath the sun in the soft cushion of sand, he couldn't help but look down at the petite figure resting against him. Syl looked more than relaxed in her little black bikini that practically begged for Talon's attention, her silky black locks hanging down her back, tickling Talon's bare chest and abdomen as she rested her head back against him. He had one arm around her, as if to silently tell her that she wasn't allowed to leave his sight. And that was how it had been for two years since they first met. Since one particular event occurred during the closing of the Sector Games that brought them both together and changed their lives. It was like destiny. Something that was just meant to happen. Perhaps written in the stars. And he could see the images of that day quite vividly in his mind. One of those memories of his that could never be forgotten. He was certain she remembered as well, as he tilted his head sideways to catch the side angle of her face, his hand lifting to slide his fingers through her long, black hair. He was sure she remembered that day....on that mysterious island. It went something like this....

The Hospital
Syl: Syl was in pretty bad shape after her fight with Scylla. She had been unconscious for the past few hours, not really sure what happened after she was struck by lighting but...damn she felt terrible. Opening her eyes slowly she grunted, trying to get focused. The walls and ceilings were white, squinting her eyes to block out the sudden flash of light. Sitting up she looked down at herself, wrapped in bandages. After a small struggle she managed to pull herself into a sitting poision, she didnt feel hungry after a fight like she normally did which was weird. She reached up to rub her eyes, yawning as she did so. Rubbing the back of her head she began to slowly peel off her bandages starting with her arms, once she dropped it to the floor she just stared at at her arm. Holes, about he size of quarters littered her arm. Syl had no idea where they were from, but she had in idea. They were caused by her plants digging into her skin form forming that giant plant monster. Syl unwrapped her other arm and stood up deciding to leave the rest on for now, that and she didn't know how to re-wrap them, not like she could get sick from it anyway. She shrugged on the clothes she had assumed were left for her, which was a simple white dress that fell to the middle of her thighs. She climbed back into the bed and sat cross legged, twirling her hair around her fingers, looking out the window her red eyes almost glowing in the sun.

Talon: Talon had been paying close attention to each fight that had taken place in the games so far. His eyes were attuned to focusing on the way each contestant held their own against the gods, examining the way they had all executed various techniques, styles, defensive and offensive maneuvers. And even he had to admit to himself that they had been rather impressive matches. Perhaps it was the building tension of the current circumstance reaching into the minds of the fighters, fueling their anger and rage toward the gods, giving them the boost they needed to send the over-powered Olympian scum into the Underworld. Speaking of that gods-forsaken place, it was almost time for himself and his younger sister to face-off against the Lord of the Underworld himself, Hades, and he was more than ready to give it his all. He too, had been building anger and rage. After having been mentally tormented for almost the entirety of the journey and witnessing that monster put his grimy hands on Rima, the 21-year-old Kasan had had enough of that creature's existence. It was time to put an end to the games the gods had been playing with mortal men and women and he was willing to do anything to achieve that goal. However, as much as the gruesome task had been weighing on his mind, the young man's primary focus had been elsewhere. Not on the gods, or on any violence; not even on where his sister may have wandered off to, knowing that she was still quite disturbed by the death of her blue-haired friend whom he had never been formally introduced to. Instead of training beneath the sun blazing above the island – an activity that he had been dedicating himself to for several days in anticipation of his upcoming match – the young man's six foot, three inch frame stood beneath the looming shadow of a structure towering before him. Still as a statue as if to allow the orange and lavender glow of the setting sun to grace his skin, which had been well kissed by the sun since his arrival on the island. Paying no mind to the silken tendrils of pure black billowing gracefully behind him, his silvery eyes stared up at the structure, void of emotion as they typically were, yet their moon-like irises flashed with wonder and a hint of purpose. That would have been hard to spot amidst his mostly unreadable features, the way his lips sat in a straight line, his jaws hardened by nature, his brows lightly furrowed above a stern gaze as if by deep thought, yet the expression was unwavering even as colorful leaves danced past his form and before his focused eyes in the breeze. During his close observation of the previous matches, Talon had been rather drawn to one particular fighter, completely caught off guard by her abilities alone. As fragile as the short, black-haired damsel had looked when he first saw her, she certainly had a great deal of strength packed within that petite little body and had proved as much during her fight against Scylla. Talon narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall her name. He had heard it only once, rolling from the tongue of one Kin Tasanagi, so it took him a moment to bring it back to memory. Syl...Something like that. Simple and odd, yet something about that three-letter name carried an intriguing ring that couldn't leave Talon's mind. She had gone above and beyond to destroy her opponent, but in the mean time it had taken a lot out of her. With so many questions in mind regarding the origins of her power, the moment Talon saw that her fight had taken its toll on her body, he arrived to the scene. She had been badly beaten though still the evident victor, left unconscious for all to see her lifeless body hanging limply in the wind. Talon couldn't quite place why he had been concerned to begin with, but if there was one battle he would always lose, it was the fight against his own impulses; the impulses that had told him to gather her motionless body and transport her to the island hospital where he now stood before the old abode. It wasn't long before he found himself heading inside. After he had left the girl to the care of the nurses for a period of time, the most he could do was see how she was fairing against her wounds. He arrived a moment later on the floor where they had been keeping her, his strides casual and unbothered as he made his way through the hallway stretching before him. “Pardon me, sir?” He was suddenly stopped by a female voice, his silver hues lowering a second later to the smaller female figure appearing before him. “I'm going to have to ask you if you are one of the fighters participating in the games.” Said the woman. Talon stared silently at her a moment before answering, “Yes, I am. And why does that concern you?” “Well...” The woman's voice was low, pausing to look around almost nervously. “I don't mean to offend you, sir, but we only wish to tend to the wounded fighters here. I mean, visits are fine and dandy but...knowing that you are an untouched fighter, we just don't want to attract any attention toward the facility. You know.....from the gods.” Talon narrowed his eyes at her as he registered her words. “If I were you, I wouldn't act so cowardly.” He continued forward on the last word, laying a hand on the woman's shoulder before carelessly shoving her out of his path. He wasn't bothered by her startled gasp or the loud thudding of her body stumbling to the floor, but strolled forward as if none of it had mattered to him. And it didn't. On any other day, he would have powdered her skull with his bare hand but....he didn't want to be rude and mess up the polished flooring.

When he approached the door to Syl's room, he didn't bother to knock or even inform her that a visitor was coming, but simply gripped the knob, turned it, and let himself in. The first thing he spotted were the used bandages laying carelessly on the floor before his silvery hues slid up toward the petite figure sitting Indian style on the bed in the room. Lit by the golden rays streaming into the room, Talon's observant gaze moved from the exposed wounds lining Syl's arms, to the thin white dress hanging loosely from her little body. When he found her crimson red eyes, his own silver hues were stern like a father looking upon his lost child, wondering how in the hell she'd ended up in a place like this under this sort of condition in the first place. He allowed the room door to swing shut behind his slender frame as he moved toward the bed, immediately grabbing Syl's right wrist to lift it up in order for him to look at her arm. His eyes narrowed at the size of the holes puncturing her flesh before looking back at her. “You seem to be alive and well. Fully functioning unlike several hours ago.” He said calmly, referring to how she had been unconscious after her fight. Looking into her eyes, he could see the exhaustion in them. Perhaps she had just woken up before he showed up at the hospital. “But I'm sure I didn't drag you all the way here just so you could waste the efforts placed into your care.” He released her wrist to turn on his heel, finding a new set of bandages laying around on a nearby counter before returning to her. “Hold out your arms.” He said. More like commanded. If she did what he had said willingly, he would begin to wrap the new bandages around her arms. If she didn't, he would attempt to grab her wrists and force her arms out to him, not in a way that would harm her, but would let her know that he was being serious. “You showed impressive skill out there.” He spoke as he carefully rolled the white cloth over Syl's arms which were tiny in comparison to his own well-toned limbs. Strands of raven hair cascaded along his features as he looked down at the bandages, his wrapping motions surprisingly gentle for someone as cold-hearted and careless as he was. “I didn't think someone like you possessed that sort of power. And by the looks of it, I'm sure your opponent didn't either. I'll admit that I underestimated you when I first saw you. Apparently growing magical fruits out of the ground like instant oatmeal isn't your only specialty.” He paused for a second, his silver hues gliding discretely along her exposed legs as he kept his head down, a portion of his focus remaining on gently wrapping the bandages around her arm. “Not many people can impress me. I've seen a lot...been through the worst....but you somehow managed to win more than my attention.” Pausing again, his head lifted to get a better look at her. He moved one hand forward to grip her lower jaw like he had done during their first encounter, tilting her head back to look at him while he stood above her. Leaning downward slightly, his silver hue pierces into her own crimson red with authority. “You've won my curiosity.” He finished. “So now I have to wonder. Just what the hell are you and how did you do what you did out there?”

Syl: Looking up as the taller man entered the room she turned her head and looked up, watching the man walk into the room she nodded as he referred to her being awake. She turned and looked down at her lap, pressing her hands into the sheets below her. She was confused..who was this? Then she remembered...the man on the beach, he'd handled her pretty roughly. She figured that Kin must've left already. Syl's ears perked up as he heard him walking toward her but she didn't look up until he grabbed her wrist, and stared at it. She looked away from him, anywhere but at him. When he left go of her wrist she let it fall back on the bed and watched him get new bandages, she wasn't sure why he'd be getting bandages, unless he was re-wrapping her arms. She tilted her head as he came back, as he reached out to take her wrists again she flinched and tugged her arms back, only for him to force them out for him to wrap. She fidgeted the whole time like a child who was getting a shot. Once he was done she pouted softly as he mentioned her growing magic fruits like oatmeal. She yawned again lightly as he was talking then he grabbed her jaw again as he did before on the beach. She leaned back as tilted her head up, her lips slightly parted as she looked up at him, her hair slipping off her face as she studied him, he was handsome Syl though. A light blush spread across her face she stared at his silver eyes, then she couldn't. She turned her head and overestimating he size of the bed jerked back, Where she expected to be bed...there wasn't. She fell past the mattress and quickly reacted Due to her perfect Equilibrium. Syl possesses the ability to achieve a state of perfect equilibrium in any position imaginable. She seems able to adjust his position by instinct, which enables her to balance himself on virtually any object, no matter how small or narrow. So Syl quickly arched her back into the fall and planted her hands firmly on the floor before allowing herself to follow through with a backflip, landing on her feet. She looked up at Talon for a brief second before she fell to the floor, her sudden movements were too much and she handn't fully healed yet, looking at the wall Syl clenched her fists and bit her lip, her teeth piercing nit skin causing blood to drip from the corner of her mouth. It dripped down her chin as Syl still refused to look at him, not really trusting him.

Talon: Talon made a confused noise in his throat when Syl pulled herself away from him, his silver eyes slightly widening beneath his raised brows. He hadn't been frightened by the sudden motion, but most certainly caught off guard. The pure audacity of this woman to back away from him threw him for a loop and for a split second, he had to still himself in order to keep himself from reacting in instant anger. The girl was rather appealing on the outside, from her long, silky locks and petite frame to her intriguing scarlet eyes, but it didn't take Talon long to realize that, beyond those striking features, she was an absolute mess. He'd noticed her struggle to keep eye contact with him, her nervous fidgeting like a child sitting inside the doctor's office that she so feared, not to mention the blush of her cheeks as he peered down into her eyes. Well actually...that part was rather cute...cute in a way that made him want to flay the skin off of those cheeks with a cheese grater but admire them at the same time. His slender form straightened to its full height as he watched Syl topple over the other side of the hospital bed. With his inhumanly quick reflexes, he could have easily caught her. However, it appeared that she could handle herself rather nicely against the would-be nasty fall. His brows pinched together with a look of disapproval as she flipped back onto her feet, lifting a hand to pull his fingers through his jetblack locks as he sighed and said, “I can tell this is going to take a while...” Hardly a second after he said those words, he spotted her body losing balance. He reacted without having to think, planting one hand against the bed mattress before propelling the rest of his body clean over it. His arm was around her small waist the second his feet landed on the floor, his wooden getas echoing loudly against the hard tiles making up the floor of the hospital room. With his form now towering over hers, her back would have been curled against the arm coiled behind her. His eyes almost looked like silver diamonds in the sunlight streaming through the nearby window as strands of jet black splayed against his features. Complete silence fell upon the room as the look in his silvery hues hardened once again with authority, soon noticing that Syl was biting so hard into her bottom lip that blood was beginning to run down the corner of her mouth. And on top of that, she refused to look at him. Why? Was she afraid of him or just being stubborn? “Listen to me, girl.” His free hand whipped behind him toward the hospital room door, one long, blackish-silver chain shooting from the sleeve of his authentic top like a harpoon, lancing across the room until its end clanged against the lock on the door. A loud click confirmed that the room was now completely locked from the inside, after which, the mithruanium chain seemed to vanish back into Talon's sleeve. “I'm not here to hurt you, but don't make me change my mind about that.” He seemed to growl as he pulled her limp body closer to his own, feeling just how light and feathery she was in his grasp. With his nano-enhanced strength, her tiny frame was almost weightless in fact. Lifting his other hand, he traced his thumb along the corner of her lips in order to wipe away the blood dripping down her skin. Sudden rapping on the door caused his silver hues to swing back over his shoulder. “HEY! WHO'S IN THIS ROOM! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! THIS IS SECURITY!” An authoritative voice shouted from the other side. Talon narrowed his eyes, then looked back down at Syl. “How blatantly rude.” He said with an impatient sigh. “Can they NOT see that I'm busy? Alright flower girl, since you're here, you get to decide the fate of the apes in this hospital. Nod if I should rip them apart limb from limb and burn their carcasses. Or shake your head if I should spare them. Go on. Clock's ticking.” The banging on the door grew louder as if multiple fists were now pounding on the pane of wood, causing a sinister smirk to lift the corner of Talon's lips as he waited for Syl to choose how he should respond to them.

Syl: Syl felt herself falling over, but then strong hands suddenly found themselves around her waist. She looked up at the male again, her red eyes meeting his silver. Her face heated up again as she placed her tiny hands on his chest and began to squirm in his grip, not hard, but hard enough to make it known she didn't wanna be held so closely. When she heard the door click she freaked out, and began to thrash around in his grip, she tried to bite him but stopped when the words left his mouth. Stopping her struggling she stared up at him, and nodded in understanding, she stopped squirming but she was getting upset and nervous. He pulled her tiny frame close to his as she stiffened in his grip his hand reached up and she flinched, almost violently she clamped her eyes shut and waited for the strike that never came, instead he was wiping the blood from her mouth. She blushed again and looked up at him as her pupils dilated into slits. Then the sudden knocking at the door caused Syl to look at the door and tilt her head sideways at the door. She stared at it momentarily before glancing at him, she remained motionless, then she pressed her forehead into his chest and thought about it. She'd love to see them all die but Kin's words Echoed in her head. 'Don't be a liability' she shivered and pulled herself away and took a few steps back from him and nodded, confirming her decision to have everyone killed. She grasped at his clothes tightly and pressed her face into his chest as of she was trying to hide. But her nod was there and unmissable. She let out a tiny shudder and closed her eyes, her hair rising around them, floating around them both enveloping them. They drifted back and forth around them, her hair seemingly not the texture of hair but black water, then it hardened, and formed sharp blade like shape, and flew toward the door, cutting through it and impaling the man on the other side. Then Syl managed to utter out a phrase, one of the few times she's spoke "K-kill th-them.." she softly stuttered out.

Temperatures Rising
Talon: Talon watched the smaller female as he felt her grip tightening on the fabric of his black authentic-like tunic, her face pressed against his hard chest beneath it. The second he noticed the movement of her hair, his gaze followed in curiosity, examining closely as it began to rise around the both of them, changing from its normal silky texture to a substance that looked like black water. His eyes narrowed when they became sharp blades, his head snapping around to look as they punctured right through the door, stabbing the man on the other side. He could hear his outcry of agony before a rather large body dropped to the floor. Such a satisfying sound. And then he heard a voice that he had never heard before, “K-kill th-them...” Talon's eyes moved slowly toward Syl when he heard her speak, a look of both wonder and amazement flashing in them for a quick second before the silvery hues returned to their previous cold sharpness. If her face was still against his chest, she would be able to hear the deep rumbling of his soft chuckle before he replied wickedly, “I was hoping you would say that.” And his eyes flashed red with the activation of his nanomachines. Enhanced hearing was able to pick up the sounds of feet racing through the halls toward the hospital room, Talon's body whirling around toward the door before charging right at it. BOOM! His shoulder broke it clean from its hinges with hardly an effort, sending the large pane of metal and wood flying for several feet before crashing into a nearby worker who had been in its path. He slid out into the hall on his wooden getas, causing the platforms that increased his height to screech against the tiles while his body was slightly crouched forward. “STOP RIGHT THERE!” Another authoritative voice shouted and when crimson eyes looked straight ahead, the young Kasan could see that he and Syl had drawn plenty of attention their way. He counted five hospital security personnel running toward him from one end of the hall, while five men had begun to close on him from behind, all armed with peculiar fire arms that he had seen the KPD units of Kasaihana city use against the most dangerous criminals. The high-powered handheld weapons were trained on him from both sides, intricate in their black metal designs and flashing with the bright blue energy stored within them. (( The dominator from psycho pass ---> http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/046/5/f/destroy_decomposer__transformation_2_by_laitz-d5v0w6t.jpg )) “GET ON YOUR KNEES WITH YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!” An angry voice boomed from behind. “MAKE ANY MOVES AND WE'LL SHOOT!” Talon slowly rose to his full height, remaining calm though he had been threatened. Though he wasn't looking directly at the security guards approaching from behind, he could pinpoint each of their locations by focusing on their body heat. It was a trick he had learned through his father's training, but didn't put to much use since he didn't wear a blindfold like he did back in his childhood sparring days. Keeping his glowing red eyes focused on the men in front of him, he didn't move as he began to channel nanoenergy through his body, his skin darkening into a blushing red as his blood began to burn hot as lava within his veins. “We are the chosen suns of our supreme lord and savior – The Dragon God of the Black Mountains.” He could hear his father's voice in his head. “And as such, we must use his gifts to destroy all who oppose us.” Talon's eyes fell shut as he took a deep, audible breath, filling his lungs with the right amount of oxygen to ignite the inside of his body. The second the security guards came within fifteen feet of him, his eyes snapped open almost wildly. His body lurched forward as his arms extended back on either side of him. To the security guards' astonishment, golden flames came roaring out of Talon's mouth that had parted open wide in order to release them. Like a dragon breathing fire, the red hot flames burst through the hall, instantly setting fire to anything and everyone in its path, including the security guards standing before him.

(( http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/ignore_jpg_scale_super/11113/111134695/4217838-3035155132-Fire_.png )) He could hear shouting, cries of excruciating agony ringing out from within the roiling flames as its victims were burned alive within seconds, the sounds bringing a satisfying chill to Talon's sinister core before he spun around to face to guards approaching from behind. He ducked left just as one of them opened fire on him, an enormous blast of blue energy just barely singing past the side of his head. Pushing off on his getas, he rushed toward the man who shot at him, his inhuman speed startling the guard so much so that all he could do was reel back with widened eyes and a horrified scream. Talon's hand was around his wrist before the man who fully register what was happening, a harsh squeeze snapping the bone completely in half before he brought the rest of his arm down on his raised knee, snapping it in half at the elbow. His foot shot out to slam his shin into the man's throat, shattering his windpipe and knocking his head forward than back in a motion so dangerous it broke his neck on impact. By then, the other security guards had turned to face him, aiming their weapons before opening fire. Talon wrapped an arm around his victim's broken neck before lifting his motionless body up in front of him, shielding himself just in time before the beams of energy being fired at him struck the corpse. He had registered the strange surge of energy pulsating through the dead guard's body before looking in time to see that his flesh had begun to bubble and boil like hot soup in a pot. He'd seen enough enforcement on criminals in the city streets to know what that meant and reacted quickly, shoving the bubbling carcass forward so hard it looked as if he had lunged at the remaining guards himself. His body exploded like a ticking time bomb, the remaining men crying out in disgust as massive amounts of blood and gore splashed all over them as if they'd been hit by a giant water balloon. Talon took the opportunity to charge forward at that moment, quite literally looking like a ping pong ball bouncing against various surfaces as he moved swiftly back and forth between targets, his hands and feet performing multiple deadly attacks on each guard faster than their eyes could register. After several seconds of rapid attacks, he emerged from the violence, skidding to a halt on his getas a few feet away with his back facing the guards he had attacked. They were motionless at first, then one by one they dropped to the floor, battered, bloodied and broken in places that were on a rather cringe-worthy scale. He glanced toward the fire blazing through the other end of the hall, continuing to eat away at the bodies that had been caught in it. Lifting his palm toward them, the flames began to swirl in his direction with a harsh roaring sound like that of a destructive wind, only to be absorbed into his flesh like a vacuum. The charred and roasted bodies remained littering the hall in the distance, receiving only a haphazard scoff of disgust from Talon in response. He approached the door of the hospital room where Syl should have been if she didn't run off or do something crazy, his eyes now matching her own while trails of steam rolled from his mouth and nose. “We have to get out of here or we'll be fighting against this entire facility. Which...I don't really mind. It's just that...I don't want to ruin my silk tunic with too much blood.” He looked down at himself, his brows furrowing when he spotted a drop of blood on said tunic. “Damnit...” He sighed, shook his head, then looked back up at Syl. “Have you retained enough strength to move quickly or am I going to have to carry you?” He asked.

Syl: She kept her face pressed against his chest, as his low chuckle sounded in her ears, "I was hoping you would say that." she nodded and felt him pull away from her she let him go and watched after him as he charged to the door and slid out of it she watched him stand still as he was threatened, she heard the yelling of the security guards she went to stand up to help him, she stopped noticing that his skin was turning to a reddish color, Syl's eyes widened as she went to start walking to him again, then he let out a golden flame, Syl had to cover her face with her arm to see it properly, but there was no mistaking the heat. She stumbled back a bit, and listened to all the pained agonized cries there were let out by the staff. She stood in the center of the room, strands of her hair were floating around her from the heat produced by the flames. She heard the gunshot and reacted rushing to the door the bullets flying past her face, she turned her head as Talon ripped past her, she watched as he snapped the mans neck and held him in front of him like a shield, then tossing it at them, Syl in the door frame would watch as the body exploded, and splattered her across the face and dress with some blood, staining the white fabric red.(http://orig11.deviantart.net/bc8a/f/2014/067/c/b/saya_otonashi_by_black_avenger-d79dg5v.png) Her face lost it's slightly panicked expression and fell stoic, she stared at the bloody innards raining down upon the men, causing them to grunt is disgust. As they fell to the floor Syl remained motionless and stared at them, she relished how broken they were, she didn't register Talon's voice in her head at all, she just kept staring at the broken and burnt bodies she bit her lip again but this time not enough to make it bleed, but she was inwardly fighting with herself, she wasn't hungry but god did she want to eat them anyway. The more Syl struggled to contain herself the more she told herself no, the more agitated she got. Eventually she began to breathe shallowly, a thin sweat coating her body as she kept staring at the bodies. Her inner spider won out as she slowly began to walk toward the bodies in uneven steps, as if in a trance. Once she reached the bodies she stood over then as a few spiders in the immediate area had already began to eat at the carcasses, Syl just stood over them watching she had started to shake and clenched her fists. If Talon didnt snap her out of it, at this point Syl would fly into a frenzy and start literally eating all the dead meat, Kin may've given her a pill to supress her hungerbut she wasnt eating out of hunger she was eating out of pure savage blind instincts, gorging herself like she used to so long ago...

Talon: Talon arched a brow when he realized that Syl hadn't responded to him, his gaze sharpening as he peered down at her beneath the door frame. She wasn't even looking at him, but it wasn't like before when it seemed like she was afraid to. No. It was like something else had drawn so much of her attention that she couldn't even recognize Talon's presence before her. “Syl.” He said her name in a sharp tone. “Syl?” He was frowning now. “Do you NOT hear me speaking-” He cut himself short when she walked right past him, letting out a “humph” as his glowing hues reverted back to its normal silver, shifting sideways to follow her movements. He noticed that her movements were a bit strange, the way she walked was unsteady like someone under hypnosis and in response, his eyes turned to slits as they watched her. Completely unsure of what was happening to her, he just knew that she was acting strange. Something wasn't right. It was bad enough that she didn't have the ability to speak like a normal person, let alone the state she was in, he knew she probably wouldn't answer if he were to ask her what the hell was wrong with her. So instead, he turned to face her as she approached the dead bodies he had littered the halls with, the awful stench of blood and burnt flesh wafting throughout the hallways, assaulting his own nostrils though he was too familiar with such a scent to be offended by it. Just as long as all that gore and charred flesh wasn't staining his hand-made clothing, then he was perfectly fine with them being where they were. “Syl.” He said her name once more as she approached the corpse pile, his attention soon drawn to the spiders making their way into the area. He grimaced at the sight of them. “Syl, what the hell are you doing?” He could see her body shaking, her fists clenching and knew that something was most definitely wrong here. The way she was staring down at the dead bodies at her feet was...unsettling to say the least, even for someone like Talon. And then, the next thing he knew, she was upon them, tearing away at their flesh like some sort of savage animal. It was evident by the expression on his face that in all of his years, he had never before seen cannibalism live and directly in front of him. Back in his home land of Azulon, any man or woman who was caught feasting upon the flesh of another human was executed without question or trial. So for a moment, he found himself in a state of shock, then had to force himself out of it in order to move forward. “Stop it.” He spoke in an authoritative tone, and when she didn't do as he said, “I said STOP IT!” He would try to catch her in the midst of her flesh-eating frenzy, wrapping both arms around her small frame from behind before pulling her off of the dead bodies and off of her feet. Whether or not she accepted this or fought against him, he would keep his arms around her until she calmed down, backing further and further away from the bodies as he yelled, “Have you lost your goddamned mind? Do you have any idea what becomes of people who eat human flesh?!” He spoke to her as if they were both in Azulon where such an act was punishable by death or extreme means of torture, but he had to remind himself that this was not his home land. It was a completely different world from the one he knew and people like Syl had easily reminded him of that. He felt his back meet a hard surface with an audible thud, soon realizing that he had backed himself into a wall while his arms instinctively tightened around Syl. “You're just so full of surprises, aren't you?” He breathed heavily from the rapid movements he had put his own body through previously. If Syl had calmed down by then, at least by a decent percentage, he would loosen his arms from around her, now tightly gripping her wrist in his right hand. “We have to get out of here. Now.” He said sternly, then began down the hall, tugging her along behind him. He kept his grip tight around her wrist as they had to step over and around the carcasses she had previously been feasting on; the last thing he wanted was for her to get loose and go on another flesh-eating rampage. Straight ahead of him, he could see two large swinging doors at the end of the hall, his wooden getas clip-clopping in quick rhythm against the floor as he made his way toward them. They were almost to freedom, but he could only imagine how many hospital personnel they would have to barrage through in order to get out. Laying more bodies to waste would be easy; he was expecting it. But what he did NOT expect was what came next.

“TSK, TSK, TSK. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING!?” A loud voice suddenly blared through the hall from an intercom system, causing Talon to instantly halt in his tracks. (( http://listenonrepeat.com/?v=kgQ6TqFzNZo#Dark_Music_-_The_Hidden_Scroll )) The voice was male, but slightly high-pitched, hinted with a strong German accent and dragging with it a rather devious, yet playful tone that the black-haired male didn't quite like. “Such naughty little children you both are!” The odd voice echoed through the halls almost eerily. Talon frowned, turning his body sideways in order to look left and right through both ends of the hall. Following the male's voice, harsh static tore through the sudden silence and that was when that odd feeling of something just not being right began to creep along Talon's spine, screaming all sorts of warnings within his mind that he couldn't ignore. “This is how you repay me for my care? By killing my workers and dirtying my squeaky clean facility with blood? Oh, such ungrateful little children!” First of all, Talon wasn't sure why this man was calling them children. The last time he checked, he was a grown man and carried himself as one. Syl wasn't the most developed female he'd encountered, but he knew she was nothing close to a child. “Who the hell are you?” Talon demanded, lifting his eyes toward one of the speakers along the ceiling where the strange voice was coming from. “You are in MY hospital.” The voice replied, paused, then began to chuckle evilly. “Or is it....a hospital?” Talon didn't know what he meant by that question until he once again glanced down the end of the hall that he and Syl had just passed through. Now his eyes looked both curious and alert, catching something that looked like a glitch in the current image before him. It was like his eyes spazzed for a split second, like the picture of the hallway had unexpectedly shifted. Like...a hologram? His eyes lifted toward a ceiling light swinging steadily above, narrowing as if he sensed something strange about that light. Without warning, he stuck his foot beneath the arm of a nearby wheelchair and gave it a harsh kick straight toward the ceiling light, glass and electric sparks shattering in all directions along with broken pieces of the wheelchair. And that was when the entire hospital scene changed. Just as he had expected. No longer appearing to be a peaceful facility where patients came for healing, the hallway on either side of them looked like something out of a horror movie. The walls that were once white and decorated in artsy picture frames and such were now peeling, dirty and stained in old blood. The tiles beneath them, once polished to perfection, were now cracked, disheveled and crawling with roaches and rodents bigger than their own feet. The place looked as if it had been abandoned decades ago, haunted, disgusting, diabolical. (( http://i435.photobucket.com/albums/qq80/nstudios/scary-hospital.jpg )) And the resulting stench of rotting flesh, death, and pure unadulterated sin was so intense it forced Talon to cover his mouth and nose with the crook of his arm. The only thing that hadn't changed was the fact that the bodies he had charred and dismembered were still lying on the floor. He thought he could at least count on the fact that they would stay that way, but boy was he wrong. “Naughty children must be punished, wouldn't you agree?” That eerie voice echoed through the horrific hallway again. “Filthy, disgusting, ungrateful, miscreant children must NEVER escape this place!” That last statement came out differently from the others; it had been a disturbing growl dripping with anger and venom. Talon's eyes squinted on the bodies lying on the floor, soon noticing movement. He could hear the crackling of bones and the wet popping of flesh, only to realizing that they were beginning to rise to their feet with unbalanced, grotesque movements. Not only had they suffered awful burns from Talon's fire-breathing attack and were covered in blood from head to toe, but their eyes were rolled back into their heads until nothing but the whites could be seen and their mouths hung open to release growling and hissing noises like wild animals. (( http://k44.kn3.net/taringa/5/3/6/2/7/0/6/mamibitch/6CA.jpg?4685 )) “What the hell is this...?” Talon moved to stand in front of Syl as the walking corpses began to drag themselves toward the pair. The ceiling lights flickered on and off above them as they inched closer and closer and the sound of evil laughter echoed from the staticy intercom system. “What is the matter, children?” Said the evil voice. “Do you not want to play my game?”

Let The Mind Games Begin
Syl: She ate a few bites of the flesh before talon pulled her off her meal, his arms wrapping around her frame she struggles violently to free herself from Talons grip but he kept backing away pulling her from her meal. When he bumped into the wall she snapped out of it, and went limp for a second. As he bumped into the wall Talon's arms tightened around her, and she let out a yelp of pain as he pressured her arms, she turned to look back at him and her eyes were wide as she sort of asked him to stop. When he released her and gripped her wrist and told them they had to leave now and mentioned she was full of surprises she nodded as he tugged her along behind him Syl bounding along behind him. She hopped over the charred remains, the doors were close and Syl smiled a bit, soon she'd be out of here. But the voice on the loud speaker make her jump. Talon stopped and she bumped into him, but remained unnecessarily close to him, she once again grabbed at his clothes this time at his sleeve and held it tightly. It was angry at them and as it spoke about dirtying it's hospital Syl inwardly scoffed. Syl missed the glitch in the hologram but Talon didn't as he kicked the chair and the illusion of the clean hospital faded and turned into a grotesque version of the same building. Syl wasn't fazed as the hospital turned into something out of a nightmare, the Asylum Kin found her in being way worse than this. She growled at being called a child, she pressed her forehead into Talons back gripping his shirt tightly as she listened to the voice berate them, then she felt Talon moving as she peeked out from around him and saw the bodies he'd previously burned and destroyed raising up and sauntering towards them Syl did not hesitate once she spotted them, her instincts told her to. Leaping over Talon she landed in front of him and stood up, taking off down the hallway she stopped short, a few feet away from them as she took a few ballet like steps, spinning as her hair grew to about 8 feet long, she stopped planting her feet and wrapping her arms around her body, and her hair wrapping around her chest legs, and the rest hardening into a blade like substance and it began jabbing at them (http://www.fightersgeneration.com/characters2/millia-hpoke.gif) As her hair penetrated into their bodies her hair would leave deep gashes in their bodies, she stopped and jumped back a few feet unwrapping her hair from her body and moving backwards back to Talon, she eventually landed directly in front of him as she panted, her injuries not fully healed yet as she staggered backward into his chest, leaning on him she didn't stop as she concentrated on the floor, and thin pencil thin vines erupted from it, entangling them within thorns, just as Syl was. The vines snaked under their skin and trapped them there as they began to leak a powerful acidic agent, that would melt them quickly. Syl still leaning with her back on Talons chest would watch them to make sure they melted into mush. Syl had no problem growing plants where there was dirt and soil, but from nothing in a building was harder, and took a a lot out of her. She turned to Talon and looked up at him somewhat collapsing against him.

Talon: (( http://listenonrepeat.com/?v=8E4FuxlxFN8#Adrian_von_Ziegler_-_Nocturnus )) Talon just barely felt the fabric of his tunic shift against his skin, courtesy of Syl gripping it so tightly while she stood behind him. With his eyes focused forward on the zombie-like creatures moving toward them, his main priority was the fact that he had to protect her against them. He wasn't sure why he felt that way, seeing as though he typically didn't care about the lives of others unless they were of importance to him; perhaps it was because he knew of her current physical state, which hadn't healed to a hundred percent as of yet. So it wouldn't have been fair for her to fend for herself at the moment. As the grotesque creatures drew nearer, his feet shifted apart and his stance lowered, his hands lifting on either side of him to form tight fists that were ready for battle. However, before he could even lung forward, something flew directly above his head, causing his head to snap back in order to see what it was. When he saw Syl land on the floor in front of him, his eyes slightly widened. He immediately knew what she was going to do and reached out a hand to stop her. “Syl, wait!” But he was too late. She was already racing through the hall, her hair once again extending from her scalp like shadow-like tendrils, shooting toward the walking corpses before beginning to impale them harshly. They shook about, jerked violently, released horrid screeches and inhuman howls as they were stabbed over and over again, painting the walls and the floor beneath them in blood. And just when Talon didn't think the onslaught could get any more brutal, strange vines began to creep out of the ground, sinking into their flesh and somehow causing their bodies to melt to the floor. He could only assume that she had injected some sort of poison into their veins, similar to his Kiss of Death, but without the excess bodily contact and deadly spit swapping. He met her eyes as she looked up at him after finishing off the walking dead, easily spotting the fatigue in them. “Syl, are you--” He stopped short when she began to collapse, reaching his arms out in front of him to catch her as she fell against his chest. Peering down at her, he could see that she had not fully healed from her injuries. He could only imagine how much her previous attack had taken out of her, but it had been so fascinating to watch. Never before had he seen abilities like hers. He had to know more about what she could do. In due time, however. In due time. With one arm secured around her back, he lifted his free hand to move a lock of her hair away from her face, his stern silver hues baring down on her. She may have been packed like incredible power, but she was still as delicate as a flower. “We're going to get out of here. You won't be able to heal properly in a place like this.” He said as if to reassure her and wasn't sure why he was even trying. “OHHHHH?” It was that eerie voice blasting from the speakers again, with that strange Nazi surgeon accent. “IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK? MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Talon's head whipped around at the sound of the voice, the once soft look he had on his features hardening into something vicious. Whirling around suddenly, he scooped Syl into his arms bridal style, her body feeling light as a feather in his grasp as he took off down the hall. Using his shoulder to barge through the swinging doors at the end of the corridor, he slip out into another hall that looked just as disgusting and abandoned as the first. More undead creatures had begun to break through doors and walls along the hall, dressed in both patient and nurse clothing. Talon's eyes narrowed when he spotted them straight ahead, the muscles in his long legs working hard as he picked up speed. He spotted a nearby gurney chilling against the wall, springing on top of it just as a zombie nearly snatched him by his legs. Landing on the gurney in a crouched position, he held Syl tightly as the gurney took off down the rest of the hall. It was like riding a giant skateboard, only instead of perusing casually down a sidewalk, he was bashing through zombies with the front of the gurney like hitting mindless deer with a pickup truck. “DO YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE, YOU LITTLE RODENTS?!” The voice yet again boomed from the intercom system. “YOU WILL NEVER BREAK FREE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! IT WILL ONLY GET WORSE AND WORSE THE MORE YOU TRY!”

Talon humped as his eyes squinted forward. Despite what he and Syl had already witnessed, he refused to be intimidated by some freak of nature trapping poor people in a fake hospital. “You'd better hope I don't find you, you son of a bitch.” He growled. A zombie suddenly broke through the wall a few feet in front of them, wielding an enormous chainsaw almost half the size of a human being. Talon heard the deafening buzz and reacted almost instantly, dropping onto his knees before flattening backwards against the gurney hardly a second before the roaring chainsaw blade sailed inches above him and Syl. When he sat back up, he placed Syl down on the gurney, laying her on her side so she could rest, although that may have been difficult seeing as though they were rolling through the halls, smashing through zombies and barely dodging obstacles while traveling at 100 miles an hour on the damn thing. He turned to face the zombie with the chainsaw, whipping his hand out in its direction as a chain shot out of his sleeve. Wrapping around the handle of the giant weapon, Talon waited until the mithruanium link was secured before igniting it in flames. Fire roared along the chain faster than the zombie could react, causing both the chainsaw and the undead creature to burst into flames. Screeching and wailing in pain, the zombie released the chainsaw as it dropped to the floor, rolling around violently as it burned and crisped, leaving Talon to yank the chain back in his own direction. However, instead of retracting it all the way back into his sleeve, he left a few feet of it to dangle in midair, holding it like a lasso of sorts. More and more undead creatures began to pour into the halls. The more they appeared, the more they looked less like typical flesh-eaters and more like mutated freaks of nature possessing enough strength to bring the entire hospital to the ground. Talon crouched low on his feet, one hand gripping a handle on the gurney while his other began to swing the flaming chainsaw around and around like a cowboy, slicing and burning through the dozens of zombies chasing after them. “Damnit, there's so many of them!” He grunted angrily, at last flinging the chainsaw straight into the ground behind him, the entire mechanism exploding against the already busted tiles like a bomb. Fire spread across the hall in the zombies' path, causing most of them to fall right into their deaths, while others leaped right over it, still running after the speeding gurney at high speed. Talon gripped both handles along either side of the gurney now, turning to face the zombies chasing after it. His jet black locks whipping wildly around his face as his stern gaze locked onto their targets, sucking in a deep breath before once again releasing a massive gust of flames from his lungs. The flames engulfed the undead creatures, their thrust power so high it caused the gurney to speed through the halls even faster. “ARE YOU ENJOYING MY GAME YET, NAUGHTY LITTLE CHILDREN?!” The scary voice echoed again. “LET'S SAY WE TURN THINGS UP A NOTCH, SHALL WE!” All Talon could think to himself in response to that was... 'What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?'

Syl: Syl, having returned to Talon fell against him closing her eyes, after a pause she felt soft hands against her skin and opened her eyes to look up at him, he said something about getting out of here, she didn't get what it was but she just nodded anyway. As the voice on the speaker boomed again Syl felt Talon scoop her up and she leaned her head on his chest, and he dashed off, Syl instinctively grabbed his shirt to hold on as she sped down the hallway. As Talon hopped onto the gurney, his grip tightend around her and she gazed up at him, her eyes studying his face. As the gurney took off Syl turned her head to watch as they took off down the hallway Syl watched the gurney take down numerous zombies, the booming voice sounded again telling them they cant escape. Syl's vision was slipping, she couldn't see straight. She was so confused as to what was going on then Talon was suddenly falling...? No he was avoiding something, then she heard whooshing and a roaring blade flying past their heads. Talon straightened up and put Syl down on the gurney, in her slightly blinded state all Syl could really do was listen, the clanging of chains and heat...she blinked and tried to clear her vision but she couldn't. As she could really make out was the flashing lights of what she assumed was Talons flames, and the smell of burnt flesh filling her nose. She heard Talons inhale and more heat, Syl sat up and rubbed her eyes as her hair flew around her head. They needed...time, So Syl gathered the some of the few remaining portions of her nanomachnes energy and grew a wall of bamboo, similar to the one she did during her fight with Scylla. The wall of Bamboo wasn't natural bamboo, it was way stronger, unless one had unnatural strength they weren't getting through that wall. Syl had made sure it completely spanned the lengths and width of the hallway buying them time to speed away, collapsing back onto the gurney she closed her eyes but did not pass out nor go to sleep, she refused rest until she could do so safely. Then the voice boomed in her ears as she groaned metally, for the second time in a few days she was in another life threatening situation, godamnit. the wind causing her hair to fly around and Talon above her she took the tiny moment of quiet to study him. He was similar to Kin, but they both were also VERY different, where Kin was wild and like her, an animal he was collected. Both commanded an air of dominance of them. Syl wondered why he'd even came for her, the knew Kin had been in her room earlier, she smelled him. This man...was he sent by Kin, he seemed to know him, as Kin talked to him on the beach that day, she'd somehow ask him later. Laying back on the gurney a lone spider crawled out of her long hair and onto her hand, she turned her head to look at it and she got an idea. She shook her hand and the spider flew off her hand onto the floor, attached to its wait, Syl's hair. Syl would be able to track the spider down by following the few nano machines in her hair. The spider scurried off to find an exit, Syl knew it would take it a while and she needed to somehow get a hold of more spiders but if they could wait it out the small spider would alert Syl to a way out mentally Syl smirked, Who'd notice a lone spider scurrying away?

Talon: (( http://listenonrepeat.com/?v=FcEizDACxNk#Dark_Music_-_Twisted )) Talon no longer spewed fire from his mouth when he saw the wall of bamboo form in the hallway from seemingly nowhere. His head whipped around to look at Syl just in time to see her collapse onto the gurney. Something flashed across his stern eyes when he saw her. Worry? Something he did not feel for anyone other than his younger sister. As the gurney continued to rush through the hall, he turned his body around while remaining in a low crouch, pulling himself over her body without touching her. He used the handles on either side of the gurney to hold his weight up while his silver hues peered down at the motionless female, noticing that her eyes were now closed. “Syl?!” He called, unsure of whether or not she was unconscious or was just giving herself time to rest. Either way, it became more urgent now that they get out of this place. Alive. He glanced upward, spotting the end of the hallway drawing close. On the right side, an opening to another hallway was coming up as well and Talon knew that he only had a short time to react. Releasing the handles of the gurney, Talon quickly shoved his arms beneath Syl's motionless body and scooped her against him, springing off of the fast-rolling cart just in time before it went crashing into a wall at the end of the hallway. His wooden getas hit the floor and were instantly on the move, whipping to the right only to race down a completely different hallway. “RUN, RUN, RUN, AS FAST AS YOU CAN! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME! I'M THE GINGERBREAD MAN!” The eerie voice boomed tauntingly, followed by a sinister chuckle that made Talon's teeth clench together in anger. “Enough of your games!” He hissed dangerously. “If you don't let us out of here, I'll have to find you and kill you MYSELF!” Talon's vicious eyes moved left and right to observe the hallway, which looked empty save for a few broken pieces of furniture and other unidentifiable items. Boy had this place turned into a shit hole! And whoever was responsible sure knew how to disguise it to make it look like an actual fully functional hospital. But how? Talon ran faster, clutching Syl against him bridal style as not to shake her around too much. “YOU WILL NEVER FIND ME, LITTLE BOY.” Said the voice from the intercom system, followed by a loud burst of static. “I AM EVERYWHERE, BUT NOWHERE ALL AT ONCE.” “Oh great, are you a riddler too?” Talon growled angrily. But then began to think about the strange response. 'Everywhere but nowhere at once.' He repeated it in his mind, trying to piece together what it might have meant while running as fast as he could through the hall. “YOU CAN TRY TO ESCAPE, BUT YOU WILL FAIL, CHILDREN! YOOOOUUU WIILLLL FFAAAAIIILLLL” (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CB4Y3n1DS_o )) The last words to leave the intercom came out in what sounded like extreme slow motion, dragging agonizingly against Talon's ear drums like a scratchy old record spinning very slowly. He blinked several times as he realized that his vision began to shift, the hallway before him no longer looked like a straight and narrow path, but was wobbling side to side and in and out, like the walls, floor, and ceiling were suddenly made of jello, bending and shifting slowly. Colors began to roll, twist and splash in his eyes, while at the same time, the scenery around him began to grow darker and darker. If Syl were to open her eyes at that point, she would see the exact same thing he did, while the words blasting from the intercom were heard in such slow motion that it was hard to even make out what the bastard was saying. “What...what's happening?” Talon said between gritted teeth as he tried to shake away what he was seeing. He could hear loud hissing noises coming from above like broken vents, but just barely. His body began to feel heavy, weak, as if he were suddenly made of metal struggling to hold himself up with a skeletal system built out of flimsy tooth picks. His eyelids began to lower, but he fought to keep them open, running as hard as his legs would carry him although it felt as if he were running in slow motion now, not getting anywhere. The end of the hall was stretching further and further off into the distance, seemingly out of reach while everything wobbled, bent and twisted around him. “Hold...on..Syl..” He said, but his voice sounded strained in his ears. “We're...going to....esca-” Jet black locks flew up around his features as his body dropped to the floor. Poor Syl had gone flying from his grasp and he had hardly an ounce of control over his own body to be able to catch her. The world was fading from him, yet he tried to drag himself across the floor toward him. He felt so...heavy...weak...like he was dying. “Fucking...hell...” He grunted. “What...the hell...is...” As his vision grew darker and dark, he could see silhouetted figures making their way toward the two, but was too out of it to make out details. And within seconds, he was unconscious.

The Mastermind
(( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9XMd2eAy_4 )) “Ahh, I see you are finally waking up.” That god-awful voice sounded so familiar, drifting in and out of uneven volumes in a rather chilling manner. At the sound of a vicious chuckle, Talon's eyes slowly began to flutter open, his vision still blurred, but he could see that he was no longer in that hallway. Deep within a dark room located somewhere inside the hospital – Lord only knew where – he could feel his back pressed against a cold, hard surface – a wall. With his arms stretched out on either side of him, bolted down by the thickest metal cuffs he had ever seen, as well as his legs that were bolted to the floor below him. He tried to move, but couldn't. His body still felt weak and helpless and he looked around slowly and groggily once his vision had fully returned. “Welcome to hell, CHILD.” That voice spoke again, and when he turned his head, his eyes widened at the sight of a male figure he absolutely was not expecting to see ever again. It was his father, Fuzen Kasan, in the flesh. Draped in his usual red and gold royal robe which swept behind his tall, daunting form as he moved toward his bound son. His dark hair was pulled back from the evil scowl etched onto his matured features, the long locks pouring past his broad shoulders and elongated back as he seemed to glide across the room. The room surrounding them looked like a surgeon's quarters with all sorts of machinery and strange-looking devices dispersed here and there. There were tables covered in intimidatingly sharp tools, speckled with blood that looked both fresh and as if it had been drying up for a while. (( The surgery room http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100213004316/bioshock/images/7/7e/Stienman's_Mistakes.png )) The stench looming about the place was so awful it made Talon's stomach churn, but when he saw his father standing in front of him, he had been completely distracted from all of it. “Where...the hell am I? You son of a bitch...” Talon hissed. Seeing his father only reminded him of all the horrific things he had done to him as a child....and in that cruel monster's words....it was only to make him stronger. “You are right where you belong. Caged up and bound like a defenseless animal.” Fuzen replied with deep, haunting laughter. “I have been waiting for this day, my son. The day that I could break your weak body into pieces like a fragile little glass and show the world that you are nothing but a worthless miscreant beneath the shadow of your great father.” Talon narrowed his eyes at him. He was too used to his father talking down to him to be effected, but he could feel rage building inside him like a fire. “Where is she?” He soon demanded. Fuzen chuckled, instantly knowing who his son had been referring to. “Ah, that pretty little damsel of yours?” He replied tauntingly. “She's right here.” Moving aside, Talon would look across the room to see that Syl was in the same predicament that he was. But instead of being bolted to the wall, she was instead strapped down on a bed as if in preparation for some sort of sick, twisted operation. A bright light was shining down on her, Talon's teeth clenching together so hard they were seconds away from shattering as his ferocious gaze stared at her laying there. “Let her fucking go!” Talon shouted at his father, pulling forward only to have been jerked back against the wall. “Any quarrel that you and I have has NOTHING to do with her!” Fuzen laughed at that, gliding toward the bed where Syl was strapped down. He stroked the back of his knuckles down her face, giving her a look that Talon didn't appreciate in the slightest when he saw it. If Syl were to open her eyes at that moment, she would not be able to see Fuzen standing above her, but an evil looking Kin Tasanagi. Kin wouldn't be smiling, but would have a serious look in his eye, like he was angry with her. Dressed in an apron soaked in blood and a mask over his mouth and nose, Kin would be carrying an enormous handheld buzz saw that was also stained in blood. “I thought that I could trust you, Syl.” He growled, his voice not like a normal human being, but that of a wolf. “You have betrayed me. And now you must pay.” Lifting the buzz saw, Kin would rev it up and Syl would hear the loud buzzing noise tearing through the silence of the surgery room.

Syl: "Syl?!" She heard faintly as she opened her eyes slightly and nodded letting him know she was alright, she still felt the shaking of the gurney beneath her, she felt his arms slide under her, and he pressed her against him once again, she was too tired to even try to hold his shirt this time, letting him hold her close, she kept her eyes closed but listened to what was going on suddenly falling silent she kept her eyes closed for a bit and sighed softly. Relaxing in Talons grip she nuzzled into him without meaning to. Syl heard the booming voice again and flinched it was aggravating her to hear his uppity voice. The voice seemed to slow down mid-sentence and Syl opened her eyes to see what was going on, the hallway before them seemed to pulsate and move. she rubbed her eyes and felt everything sow down around her, she couldn't register Talon speaking to her, Syl felt her self grow wearily heavy as she passed out a second before Talon did so she didnt feel her limp body flying from his grasp she landed a few inches away from him, her hair scattered all over the floor.

She felt, skin on her face. Syl's red eyes fluttered open as she blinked against the white light shining in her face, turning her head she saw Kin, smiling softly, but her smiled faded when she got a good look at his face, she went to sit up but found she could not, tugging at her arms and legs she tilted her head up and realized she was bound, she turned her head to look around but she couldn't see anything out of the circle of light, Syl looked Kin up and down the bloody apron and the mask, “I thought that I could trust you, Syl.” He growled, his voice not like a normal human being, but that of a wolf. “You have betrayed me. And now you must pay.” Syl's eyes widened as she began to shake her head no, she didn't betray him what was he talking about?? She whimpered softly and looked up at Kin extremely confused, but she stopped when she heard the buzz saw, Syl stopped moving and stared up at it, then at Kin she briefly forgot about Talon or where he was. As Kin lowered it towards Syl she screamed, for the first time in her life since she left Esper 15 years ago she screamed. It was a deep and primal scream of pure fear, her hair started to flail about under her, body lifting itself out from under her, She arched her back against the table slightly lifting herself up as she wildly thrashed about, her hair jabbing at Kin, but it wouldnt reach, she was too drained for her hair to be on any threat. Soon Syl's pained screaming died into sobs, tears streaming out of her eyes as she let he head to flop to the side staring blankly into the inky darkness that was beyond the light, right at Talon, she didn't know he was there not could she see him, she silently sobbed staring blankly with tears streaming around her face. Syl was too tired to fight back, pulling at her binds weakly she turned her gaze away from where Talon was and looked up into the light.

Talon: “What have I told you about these creatures, my son?” Fuzen's shadowy eyes fired up toward his bound son, his fingers slowly coiling around Syl's throat before moving down toward her chest. His calloused skin felt rough and coarse as if constantly working in comparison to her smooth-as-silk ivory flesh. “These manipulative, sneaky, untrustworthy, useless pets we call...women.” His hand moved back up toward her throat, squeezing lightly as not to completely cut off her blood supply. With his strength he could have easily popped her head clean off of her shoulders like an old Barbie doll, but he wanted her alive. He wanted to use her...to toy with his son. “You get your filthy hands off of her. NOW!” Talon roared the last word, jerking hard toward his father, but quickly being reminded that he would not be able to get to him. Not while he was bound like this. “She's nothing like those dumb broads you used to claim as your goddamn property back home. The ones who would throw themselves at your feet without a second thought; some you stole from their husbands, fathers, and brothers, without their own consent. It was no wonder they were so insubordinate. Why the hell would they have wanted someone like YOU?!” The longer Talon talked, the deeper and deeper his father's frown grew as if he were growing viciously angry, however instead of giving him the explosive response Talon had been expecting, he simply chuckled. A sound so dark and macabre it seemed to resonate within the room like the presence of a malicious spirit. “They figured that much out after spending every night with me, since you asked.” He replied smugly. “As I did with those women in Azulon, I could give this pretty little petunia something she will never forget. Right here...on this bed....where you can see every single second of it-” “GET AWAY FROM HER!” Talon shouted almost at the top of his lungs, anger pouring from his skin in beads of sweat, his hair sweeping about his features as he jerked himself hard against the wall once again. “Why are you even doing this!? There's nothing for you on this island, so why don't you go back to that damned throne of yours!” Fuzen had just opened his mouth to reply when he felt movement beneath his hand, glancing down to see that Syl had at last awakened. Talon's gaze shot toward her. “Syl? Syl, can you hear me? Syl, damnit answer me!” He yelled in her direction. Fuzen laughed at him. “She cannot hear or see you, Tatsuya.” Said the Emperor of Azulon. “Why? What the hell have you--” He was cut off by an ear-piercing shriek. Perhaps because Syl normally did not speak or make a sound for some reason, he didn't immediately believe that it was her, but when as he saw her thrash about violently on the bed, he knew full well that the voice shattering through the room was hers. Fuzen took a step back as her hair flailed out around her, his eyes filling with fascination at the sight of one of her many abilities. “She is an exquisite creation, isn't she? I'm sure you have learned that by now.” He said. In Syl's eyes, Kin was still standing over her, but now he was bringing the buzz saw down onto her slowly, allowing the swirling blade to hover just barely an inch away from her skin before it began to cut into her flesh. She would see her blood splashing in all directions as the buzz saw lacerated its way through her stomach, the excruciating pain would hit her the second it touched her. Meanwhile, she would hear Kin's voice shouting angrily at her, “I HATE YOU, SYL! YOU FILTHY TREACHEROUS WHORE! WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME! WHY! WHY! WHY!” The louder Syl screamed and thrashed about, the hotter and hotter Talon's anger boiled within him. The concern and interest he had grown for her would not allow him to see such a thing and not be bothered by it. His vicious silver eyes flashed red as they fired toward Fuzen, who simply laughed as he stood completely still, watching as Syl's hair reached out for him. “What...the hell...are you doing to her?!” He growled between his clenched teeth, his breathing coming out in deep, ragged huffs and puffs like a beast about to break loose from his cage. “The same thing I have done to you, Tatsuya.” Fuzen answered calmly. “The both of you have taken in a high dosage of my famous Hebi Gosuto formula, but with her keeping still for the most part, the substance has effected her the most. It is like she is...under a spell of sorts. One that I will not release her from until my work here is complete.” As Fuzen explained this, he made his way over toward a table covered in surgical tools, his fingers gently collecting what appeared to be an empty syringe bottle.

Talon glared fire and daggers at him. As a child, he had heard a lot about such a substance. It was highly dangerous back in Azulon. In fact, it was illegal for a commoner to possess it. The only way that they could was through illegal means and if they were caught, the punishment was fatal. The Hebi Gosuto poison can only be found within the mountains of Azulon. The first group of men to discover this poison were said to have gone through great difficulty in order to find it and greatly suffered its effects before bringing it back to their homes for further study and experimentation. With only a small dosage of the poison, a person is subjected to a massive plague of illusions that can occur within a few minutes or almost instantly, depending on how much of it has entered the blood stream. The user of the poison can then manipulate the very illusion that his/her opponent is seeing, making them see, hear, and even feel whatever the user pleases. Users who have mastered the art of Illusion Manipulation can even convince their victims that they are dying. “I have been paying close attention to these....games. And as interesting as blood shed and mythological creatures are, there was nothing more fascinating than the powers of this...girl. She has something in common with us, Tatsuya. She possesses one simple factor that has defined our very lives as Azulonians, you and I.” “Spit it the fuck out.” Talon growled. Fuzen glanced at him, then turned, now approaching Syl with the empty syringe. “Nanomachines.” He stated in a factual tone. It was as if the words had been stamped into the very fabric of the air. “I would know seeing as though I have spent decades of my life studying such technology. Whoever performed such a procedure on her was extremely careful, because from what I can tell, those experiments should have killed her on the spot.” Talon's fists balled at that. Looking down at Syl's thrashing and screaming form, a sinister smirk crept onto Fuzen's rugged features. “So if you must know, my son, I have come to gather all that I can in terms of her creation. She is a powerful specimen indeed. Something to admire, if I might say.” Leaning forward slightly, he would force his hand down on Syl's shoulder, pinning one side of her body to the bed so that he could stab the syringe into the meat of her upper arm. He would draw enough of her blood to fill the small tube before removing the needle, lifting it to examine it with his own eyes. “Do you know....what I could possibly do with this, Tatsuya?” Fuzen chuckled darkly yet again. “The possibilities are endless, but I believe I've told you enough. As for those creatures that you and her fought along with this entire hospital, it is all an illusion that I set up here just for helpless, beaten contestants of these games. YOU, however, you surprised me when you brought the poor girl here. Cruel, cold and heartless Tatsuya Kasan...you certainly do take after your father in those areas. Well...” He paused to look down at Syl. “Not anymore, you don't.” Talon stared viciously at the much older male, his breath heaving angrily as he said, “You got what the fuck you wanted, Father. Now get out of here....GO! BEFORE I KILL YOU MY FUCKING SELF!” Fuzen looked amused at the sound of his anger. “Oh, my young prince, I urge you to try...” Seemingly on cue, the metal bolts shackling Talon to the wall snapped open, Talon's heavy body instantly thudding to the floor in a heap. “See? You are too weak to even stand. What makes you think you could threaten me in this state.” Fuzen smirked as his syringe filled with Syl's blood vanished into a burst of flames. Talon shook angrily as he struggled to his feet, his vicious eyes locked onto his father like a target in cross hairs. While Syl would still be plagued by the illusion of Kin sawing her in half with a buzz saw and feeling every bit of the pain, the father and son would be standing across from each other, eying each other dangerously until—Talon's body suddenly burst into flames, engulfing him from head to toe and causing his hair to swirl upward above his head. He was hunched over, weakened and barely able to stand, but he was going to kill the monster who made him even if he destroyed himself doing it. “Come on, young prince.” Fuzen chuckled evilly. “Show me just how weak and hopeless you are. By fighting for the life of this....useless little whore!”

Syl: Kin's words hit Syl like a truck, she froze and watched as the saw grew slowly nearer to her flesh, she grit her teeth and turned her head away from it but she knew it was coming, as soon as the blade cut into her flesh she screamed again, watching as her blood flew into the air, the jagged metal blade tearing and ripping away at her flesh. She felt every rotation as she screamed and thrashed, trying to escape the saw. She kept shaking her head, that she didn't betray him, as she thrashed it caused the saw to move with her body, causing the wound to split open further than it should have. She kept screaming, and sobbing, trying to move away from the blade. She just couldn't figure out why Kin was doing this to her. Then the saw was gone but the pain remained, she looked up at Kin to see him slowly fading away her wound was leaving her body to. Syl let he head fall back on the table completely oblivious to Talon and Fuzen's previous conversation, and missed Fuzen drawing blood from her arm. She lay panting and shaking violently on the table closing her eyes and sobbing tears pouring out of the sides of her eyes, Syl didn't know it herself but she just became immune to that particular poison. What Fuzen didn't know was he just unwittingly gave Syl another weapon in her arsenal. Due to her now complete plant based physiology, Syl has a complete immunity tolerance for poisons and toxins, both natural and man made; and she can not only nullify any artificial drugs in her system but her body will copy it and she can then use it herself. The only reason this poison hit her so hard was the fact that she was weakened greatly, and it was a poison her system had never seen before. Weakly raising her head, looking at the strange man standing across from Talon she sobbed softly, a indication that she had calmed down a lot. Watching Talon's fire surround his body Syl let her head fall back on the bed, her wrists and ankles and wrists deeply bruised a purple color. her body was soaked with sweat and from her experience, and her white dress was clinging to her. Syl was desperately exhausted and was STILL fighting to stay awake, turning her head, she began to slip in and out of consciousness, watching Talon and the strange man. Syl's unfocused eyes could barely make out the difference between each, but she still refused to pass out. Laying on the bed breathing harshly, Syl would try to sit up again her upper body only making it a few inches off the bed, her black hair was plastered around her face and body as she growled lowly at the blurred figures before her. She just wanted to go...

Talon: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dM3osL2y2Rk )) Talon held his arms out beside him as flames burst from both of his palms, resembling a rocket taking flight into space as his body jetted forward in Fuzen's direction. The Emperor snorted once with a tilt of his head and hardly a second later, his hand snapped up to catch a powerful punch that would have knocked him through the wall if it had struck him. With his knuckles close to his jaw – the area Talon had attempted to separate from his entire face – the older male simply smirked as he said, “You are weak...” And with a harsh squeeze and twist, a loud pop echoed throughout the room, followed by a sharp cry of pain. Talon forced his teeth to grit shut as the throbbing of his broken wrist and shattered hand sent such a shock through him that for a moment, he nearly blacked out from the pain. But he held on, using a hard thrusting motion of his head to knock his father back with a powerful headbutt, only for Fuzen to return with a headbutt of his own. It was evident who was the most dominant Kasan when Talon's head whipped back violently, blood gushing for the gash that had been left across his forehead. Fuzen did not wait to thrust his right palm forward, just about crushing it against the younger male's ribcage, causing his entire body to double over his arm as he coughed blood instantly. Still holding onto Talon's shattered hand, Fuzen flung his body around in a 360 motion to send his heel crashing into his sternum. The powerful impact launched the younger male across the room, a loud crash ringing out a second later as his body tumbled harshly through surgical machinery. Talon laid in the pile of debris stabbing into his back. Blood pouring down his face, his broken hand throbbing in immense pain, his ribcage most definitely shattered in places...and all he could think to do was make sure his father did not turn around and aim his torment at Syl. But it was too late. When Talon's eyes struggled open, he could see Fuzen making his way toward Syl with slow, methodical steps. Like a demon creeping up on a helpless victim, seething with a hunger for her soul. “What is this...?” The Emperor's low voice rumbled with curiosity as he saw that Syl no longer appeared to be trapped within the illusion. His eyes narrowed in anger as fire burst from them, seizing her by her throat to lift her off of the hospital bed. “What trickery have you used, you worthless speck!” He demanded harshly. “Put...her......DOWN!!” Talon seemed to appear out of nowhere, slamming every ounce of his weight into the older male so hard that it looked as if Fuzen had simply disappeared. Both men rolled violently across the room until Talon was able to pin his father down against the floor, not giving a second of warning before he began to punch him in the face over and over again, each punch sounded like an earthquake shaking through the room, powered by his enhanced strength and the flames surrounding his balled fist. As Fuzen's face was getting mercilessly rocked by punch after punch, his lips actually began to form a sinister grin. He sucked in a deep breath and released it in a vicious blast of flames that shot straight up into Talon's face without warning, the force blasting the male several feet into the air. Fuzen had caught up with him before he knew what had even happened. Evil laughter exploded from his lungs as his hands lashed out at the boy's midsection in the form of vicious, lightning fast palm strikes. Talon jerked about as he felt his father's strikes hit him about a hundred times before he was suddenly leg-dropped to the floor. A harsh heel had slammed straight down into his forehead, causing even more blood to gush from the wound that had been left there before his back crashed to the floor. “It is absolutely pathetic how much of your body you are willing to sacrifice for this weakling.” Fuzen growled angrily, though he was smiling like the Devil himself. As soon as his feet hit the floor, his hand was around Talon's throat, squeezing hard enough to instantly cut off his oxygen supply and almost shatter his windpipe. “I thought I taught you better than this. I thought you would never stoop so low as to....have feelings for this....object.” Referring to Syl. “It's no wonder you left Azulon. You knew that I would destroy you for being my only PATHETIC creation!” Talon's blood had begun to stain his silk shirt, now dripping onto his father's hand. His exhausted silver eyes looked at Syl. She was awake. How, he had no clue, but he was relieved to actually see her looking AT him and not THROUGH him like she was still under an illusion. “Syl...get out of here......GO! NOW!” He just barely managed to say before Fuzen's grip tightened around his throat, eliciting a strangled cry. “I would kill you both where you stand.” He growled. “But fortunately for you foul weaklings, I've acquired what I came for. You will both live....for now. But you will never forget my face. Perhaps,” He looked over at Syl, a sinister grin forming on his lips. “I could visit your little pet personally some day.”

He chuckled darkly as he looked back into Talon's viciously angry eyes, suddenly bursting into a miasma of flames. Talon grunted as he thudded to the floor, looking up at the swirling flames in front of him before they suddenly burst out throughout the entire hospital. Just about every piece of furniture burst into flames almost instantly, fire creeping up the walls and through the floors, threatening to devour the entire room within minutes. Talon dragged himself toward Syl's bed, using it to pull himself to his feet. Despite the beating he had taken from his father and the Hebi Gosuto toxin rendering him so weak, he could still feel that he had a bit of nanoenergy left somewhere within him. He tapped into it, feeling his body slowly begin to heal as he roughly grabbed Syl into his arms. Pain continued to singe through his shattered hand while blood streamed from his head wound, but he ignored all of it as the roaring flames began to consume the entire room. His ribcage felt as though he'd been struck by a train traveling at a high 90 miles an hour, but that wouldn't stop him from bolting out of the room. As he broke through the doors and out into the hallway, he could see that Fuzen had set fire to the entire hospital. Thick smoke loomed in the air above, causing the fire alarm to go off as well as the water sprinklers lining the ceiling, although the only thing coming out of the sprinklers was a substance that looked and smelled a lot like raw sewage. Talon ran through the burning hallways as fast as he could. He didn't fear the flames since he was immune to them himself, but he couldn't say the same for Syl. For all he knew, she was probably as sensitive to fire as a forest in the summer. A door suddenly burst open in front of him, spewing a wall of fire across his path that almost reached the ceiling. Talon slammed his getas into the floor to stop himself, staring up at the wall of flames before knitting his brows into a frown. “Damnit...” He couldn't just jump through it with Syl in his arms, knowing that she was nothing like him. He whirled around in the opposite direction and looked straight ahead, almost instantly spotting a window located all the way at the end of the hall. “Hang on, Syl.” He said as his eyes narrowed with focus. Lowering himself a bit, he broke out into a full speed dash through the burning hallway. Knowing that the fire Fuzen had created to engulf the entire hospital was powerful enough to consume everything within a matter of minutes, he could not second guess he next idea. Wooden getas clip-clopped loudly against the disheveled floor as he ran as fast as he could, getting closer and closer to the window until – CRASH! With a hard leap, he had jumped right through the large pane of glass, hurling himself and Syl out into the open air outside of the hospital. There was about a ten story drop below to the ground, which he seemed to fall through in slow motion. His eyes concentrated on the approaching ground as his hair shot up above him. He held Syl close on the way down, his grasp tightening around her as his getas at last hit solid earth. Dust and debris exploded in all directions from the impact, causing nearby trees and other objects to lean back or be blown away as if a powerful gust of wind had just torn through the area. Talon remained in a low crouch before softly slumping onto his knees, his body hunched over Syl's slightly as his shoulders moved up and down with heavy breaths. The blood streaming down his face caused his hair to stick to his skin in odd looking strands, but he could somehow ignore the pain ripping through his entire body knowing that they had both survived the wrath of his father. Then again, knowing that man's power, he had ALLOWED them to escape with all limbs attached... “That son of a bitch...” Talon panted, a shadow looming over his downcast eyes. “I'll...I'll fucking destroy him...”

Syl: Syl watched as the two males savagely went at it, but Fuzen just totally overpower Talon. Syl's struggled against her restraints but stopped when she heard the snap, her head bolted up and she saw Fuzen might've broken Talon's hand Syl began to struggle against her bindings as Fuzen headbutted Talon and continued his assault on him, Syl managed to free one arm and that was all she needed for her to get loose but she looked up after getting her hands free to see Talon being kicked across the room and Fuzen heading for her, she froze in place like a deer caught in headlights as Fuzen moved toward her, his hand flew around her throat, and Syl began to weakly struggle against him, she felt her body leaving the bed as Fuzen dragged her up, her hands wrapping around his wrist to try to give her self leverage so she could breathe. She felt her vision hazing over as her let go of his hands, her red eyes gazing into Fuzen's weakly, but still defiantly. She throat burned for air it wasn't getting as Syl's eyes closed.

Suddenly she felt air rush into her lungs as Fuzen was knocked away, Syl crashed down on the table coughing and panting, letting her head fall to the side she watched as Talon bodied Fuzen and started to wail on his face. Then Talon was once again flung backwards and Fuzen was on Talon again, his hands flying into Talons midsection, then heel dropping him into the floor. Syl watched as Fuzen began to choke Talon as he did her, but she couldn't tackle him like Talon did. She reached her hand out weakly to Talon and listened as Fuzen  spoke about her. Syl inwardly felt sad she knew that if only she was so injured they'd of beaten him. Syl's eyes met Talons silver ones as he told her to go, and she shook her head softly. Fuzen finally left Talon alone and disappeared. Syl breathed out a sigh of relief as she flopped onto the table closing her eyes, Syl felt heat, first then her eyes snapped open as she looked around, flames her engulfing the room! She froze and went into shock flashbacks flashed through her head of Max, and his own flames burning her alive. She snapped out of it when Talon snatched her up.

Clinging to Talon she felt the heat. around them, Syl's just overall physiology was just screaming at her now, to get out. Syl knew Talon was hurt, from her watching, and with her face pressed against his cheats she heard his rapid heart beat. As the door flew open and Talon stopped in front of it Syl tried to inch herself from it by pressing herself closer to Talon. Syl kept her face turned into Talons shirt, trying not to inhale the smoke. "Hang on, Syl" She head and she nodded grabbing Talon's shirt tightly. She felt his dash down the hallway and kept her face turned to his chest, as they approached the window Syl tensed up and and as the crashed Syl felt weightless as they fell through the air, her own hair swirling around her. Syl didn't understand that the simple fact that they both survived and that in itself was cause to be happy. Looking up at Talon Syl smiled softly as he reached up and touched Talons face, and weakly attempted to rub the blood, off hos face but she quickly gave up and finally passed out asleep.

A Day of Reckoning
Talon: ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8cP_8SYFt0 )) Talon had not been expecting any of this to happen just from his simple decision to visit Syl in the hospital. The hospital that turned out to be an illusion set up by his despicably evil father. The thought that the son of a bitch now had a fair sample of Syl's blood made his skin itch. He could only imagine what the Emperor had planned for such dangerous material as what was trapped inside that syringe tube. Knowing him, it would most likely be used to further enhance his warriors back in Azulon. For what, he wasn't sure, but it would be nothing good. Of course it wouldn't be anything good. Talon's head was spinning, his vision was blurred beyond what he could strain. Having to use the last bit of his nanoenergy had taken a lot out of him and he could feel the numbness spreading throughout his entire body. As his head remained in its low hanging position, his silvery hues fell to rest of Syl just as she had fallen asleep in his arms. The feeling that suddenly crept through him when he looked at her.....It was....warm. He could hardly explain it to himself...but the longer he felt her feather-light body against his...the more he felt the need to protect her against anything else that could come to them in the future. Especially with Fuzen's threat to return. He would kill that bastard for what he had done...but he knew that he was nowhere near as strong and powerful as the Emperor of Azulon. So that would have to happen in due time. For now, his focus was making sure Syl was never hurt again. And as he watched her rest in his arms, he felt his own consciousness begin to fade, as if his body were shutting down on its own, rebooting like a computer. With a soft groan, he forced himself to look up into the air just as he began to hear something coming from up above. His vision was too blurred to be able to make out what it was, but as the large black object came into view, darkness began to cloud its way into his eyes. He collapsed onto his back, Syl's body sprawling on top of his and his arms furled out on either side of him, his raven locks pooling every which way beneath his head.

“Shit. He's out cold.” Ken'Ichi Shu hung out the side of the black helicopter hovering above the burning hospital, peering down at the spot where his leader lay on the ground with...a girl? The devious redhead arched a brow at the sight of the young looking, black-haired female laying motionlessly atop Talon's chest, but decided not to question what may have happened between the two. All he knew was that hell had recently broken loose in the city so nothing good could have come of Talon's visit to this strange island. Ken'Ichi jumped from the side of the helicopter once it was directly above Talon's position, landing feet first in a crouch right next to both unconscious figures. “Oi, what the hell happened here?” He said aloud as he rose to his full height, looking over at the hospital that was now up in flames before confusedly scratching the side of his head. “You can never stay out of trouble, can ya boss?” He chuckled a bit with a shake of his head. “Well then...enough of this bull shit game. Let's get home already.”

(( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xT_lO7CYWnA )) A few miles off of the coast of the island, an Azulonian Imperial ship floated out at sea, its crew awaiting the return of its missing inhabitant. Moments after murmurs began to break out across the sailors on board the ship, a large sphere of flames seemed to plummet from the sky, crashing down onto the deck without shattering a single board. Out of the flames emerged the tall, sturdy form of Fuzen Kasan, a sinister grin spreading across his sharp features as his eerie ember eyes surveyed the crew before him. “Our Emperor has returned!” Someone shouted, and raucous cheering followed as if a celebration had just broken out. “Sons of Azulon!” Fuzen roared above the cheering. “Our day of reckoning is soon to come! In due time, our names will be known across all existing lands. In due time, our empire will spread and become one of the most powerful ever known to man. And there will be no one brave or strong enough to stop us!” More cheering broke out across the deck of the ship, leaving an ingeniously satisfied Fuzen to clasp his hands behind his back, striding proudly toward his quarters located in the back of the large boat. The sails had been set for Azulon, the crew scattering about to tend to their duties as the strong sea breeze carried the intricately designed wooden vessel across the waters and into the sunset. If one were to look upon the mischievous smile looming across the lips of the Emperor who had returned to his throne aboard the ship, one would not be able to help but wonder...what was now in store for the fiery, yet mysterious Nation of Azulon.