Assassins of the Void discussion

Cain seemed a bit reluctant but he nodded, slowly sitting down . He enjoyed the silence of her home. It was peaceful, ringing in his ears. A sound all in itself, one that he'd surprisingly grown to crave. So he swallowed, "Shall I just... begin?" he questioned.

Luka rose to her feet and strode to the kitchen, pulling a couple cups from the cabinet. After a moment she had filled the glasses with water, coming back and setting a glass on the table in front of him and setting her own on the table beside her chair. She sat in her own chair, staring over at him. "If that's what you think is best." She shrugged.

Cain glanced down at the water, which rippled as it grew closer to him. And now that it was sitting only a few inches away, it rumbled in the glass, vibrating almost. "I think it'd be best to show you." he said simply, the world around them transforming in the blink of an eye. And suddenly they weren't in Luka's home anymore. They weren't even on that plane of existence. They were in the void. A completely empty world that was lit with an unknown light source, shining from somewhere below. Lamp posts floated aimlessly around pieces of the world that were suspended in air. It was quiet, but there was a sound, from deep below. It was like waves. Crashing against the sea shore. And there was a breeze too, almost chilly but nothing cold enough to make one shiver. However, one thing that did seem out of place was a whale, large, hulking even, floating off in the distance with a mysterious purple glue right at the center. "The Void." he said simply.

For the first time around him and in a while in general, Luka seemed to actually relax and let her guard drop. She looked around at The Void, looking almost like a child seeing something for the first time. Without even thinking about it she smiled and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, the cold air refreshing and reminding her irresistibly of her original home, in Tyvia. It was hard for her to actually relax, but the image of The Void... Well, when she thought about being there for centuries she could see how it could drive someone crazy being stuck there that long. But even though she wasn't really a stop and smell the roses type, she was completely content. After a moment she opened her eyes, still having that expression of childlike wonderment. "It's beautiful." She admitted softly, though she seemed only half aware of what she was even saying, far more focussed on looking and listening to the quiet simplicity, but vastness of everything around her.

Cain studied her but soon drifted off somewhere else, eyes fixated on the empty space before him. Though he turned back to her once he heard her speak. "There is a boy that wanders here. Young and restless, yet horrifyingly old and wise. I have never spoken to him directly, I suspect he's incredibly shy. He sometimes speaks to me through the whale. And on occasion, I'll catch glimpses of him peeking around corners and watching me. He is not a god. He is the void. The physical manifestation of the void. He is the body, I am the voice. And the void has a constant craving for a representative because it cannot speak for itself." He explained.

"That's why you were as upset as you were about the whales earlier." She noted, nodding. "There's no corners to look at you from." She pointed out. Still, she seemed distracted, gazing around. It was an odd and unsettling feeling for someone as tough and badass as her to be reduced to being this simply fascinated, but she couldn't help it. Besides, the only one to see her was a lonely ancient child and a whale. And possibly an ancient force, but he couldn't tell anyone anyways. Despite being distracted by investigating a street lamp she drifted over to, she was still paying attention. Even at the news that her current companion was basically a god, she seemed completely unaffected. "An odd voice, you are." She mused. "You may be worshipped, but you do not truly speak for The Void. Nothing public, nothing grand. You simply exist, and speak normally of maybe some odd things, but not that odd." Despite what she was saying, it was obvious by her tone and frankly, just simply who she was that she was nojudgemental.

He turned to stare down at the bright light that shined from below. It was the entrance to The Source. The paralleling dimension that was owned by his sister. And between that, the grey area. Where neutral gods were born. He glanced at her and shrugged stiffly, "I am a voice. Perhaps not a loud one, but a distinct one at the very least. I have only spoken to eight others, and each bares my mark. The mark that forever connects them to the void, and gives them powers beyond belief. Daud was one of those marked ones." he frowned, "He was an asshole" he muttered in annoyance.

"When you say spoken, do you mean as in talked to in general, or in a big official way? Because if it's in general... Why the fuck would you decide I'm your best choice for your next conversationalist?" Luka groaned, though she didn't seem upset as she came to stand beside him. Simply confused, maybe a bit exasperated. But most of all, just resigned. It was too late, they'd spoken and here she was. Not that she regretted it, he was nice company and she hadn't had a nice normal conversation in a while. "Are you going to mark me?" She asked the question without any desperation, simply curious, maybe a little wary. After all, she was a gang member. That meant she already had a lot of marks, from tattoos to scars. "I have no need for extra abilities. I already have a large advantage as it is." She pointed out. "Besides, I've definitely been told I'm an asshole." She smirked slightly.

((I have an idea for a character Id like to run by you to see if it would even work in this world before I apply for it :)
A marked one or goddess, but from a long time ago. Used to be super powerful and badass and a queen of a tribe, but was cursed (whoever cursed her would be open to collab) and basically frozen in time. That made her lose about 90% of her powers, so she wouldn't be op anymore))

<< aaa that sounds sick man go at it


Cain glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't thinking to." he replied. "Surely I'd have offered sometime beforehand. Though I firmly believe you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself without those abilities... and they don't always adjust to the body correctly. The Void is mysterious, and sometimes it grants people powers that go completely against their nature. A young girl I marked after her father, Emily Kaldwin, the daughter of the late empress, is a fairly petite and rather feminine girl. She'd always been, with short almond hair framing her small face, bright green eyes.... her powers were monstrous. Gruesome and deformed. Organic in nature, yet incredibly malicious. She didn't cope very well with them, and in turn, avoided using them. As they were more of a curse than a blessing." he explained.

"Hey, I don't know how you work." She shrugged calmly. "Probably best. I'm not even human as it is, there's no way that could react well with me." She mused, then chuckled slightly as she looked over at him. "I know of curses and blessings going hand in hand, kiddo." She looked vaguely amused at the notion that she didn't, looking over at him as she began to list out side effects of her species. "I'm stronger than normal, damn near impossible to kill, and yet I have to control my temper so I don't accidentally turn into a completely separate species and give people even more reasons to shoot me. Oh, and don't forget full moons when I have to change and get a little bit... Wilder. It's quite hard to stay hidden from guards when all you want to do thanks to being half feral is rip out their heart and eat it and them." She said dryly, folding her arms. Despite the fact that there were more disadvantages than advantages, Luka wasn't the type to want to change to be completely human. She had it under control most of the time. After all, she hadn't lied to the twins. With her raging temper and usual anger, it took a hell of a lot of self control to keep the current form. That was partially why she didn't have control with her temper, she was focusing all of her control on the wolf.


((I would start with her still frozen and need a collab with someone to wake her))

<< I could make her like, a comical side kick that has zero powers that he or she knows of and kinda just stumbled across this ancient queen chick like OH WOWIE

((That'd be cool. Fair warning though, she's really entitled (she's used to being a queen cut her some slack) and I mean she tries to be nice, but definitely probably comes off as bitchy most of the time))

<< aaa that's fine, I'll just make a character that can tolerate it

((I have her finished and saved, I'll just have to transfer her in the morning when I get out of bed to get my laptop lol))

<< should I make a guy or a girl for her?


Cain listened intently and finally sat down with his legs hanging over the edge. "Oh" he said simply. "Are you hungry.. or thirsty? I can conjure anything into the void.. this might be a long story too" he questioned.

((Either way, she's pansexual. Probably a bit of a womanizer but if she doesn't have a crush on a girl probably feels competition with them. And I don't really mind what kind of person it is that wakes her. It can be another magician, the sidekick you mentioned, the one who cursed her in the first place, someone who just wants to control her/her magic, up to you.))

"I am alright." Luka nodded, standing behind him with arms crossed. She looked down at him, studying him cautiously. "I can survive long stories." Stepping forward and around him, she dropped down to sit next to him casually, looking over at him. "Alright, let's go. Spill, kiddo."

<< I'm gonna make her a con artist that pretends to be a boy. >>

He leaned against some rock, staring down at the light source and sighing, "I was born in the month of fog and ice, to a prostitute in the slums of an ancient city that has been forgotten by time. I never met my father. I suspect he didn't realize he had a child. And I don't blame him for leaving." he pulled his knees to his chest and furrowed his eyebrows, "My mother struggled for a very long time to care for me. And I appreciated her efforts. Even though by struggle, I mean she worked extra hours as a prostitute. It was the only thing she knew. It was something she grew up with, I came to learn. And... I too delved into the business. Only ever for women. Because it was... it was against the law to hire a male prostitute as a male yourself. It was demeaning. And at the age of thirteen, it was traumatizing. But I didn't think of it like that at the time. I didn't think at the time. The only thing I was determined to get, was money. Because on the month of harvest my mother became ill. She could no longer support me, or herself. And so our roles switched. And eventually.... she passed." he set his chin on his knees, "The more I think about it, the more I realize that I never really knew her. I was burden. A child she never wanted. A child she only felt pity for. We never spoke outside of work. We never shared cherished memories together. I can't recall a time she ever worked for my happiness. Only my survival. And those are two entirely different things. Well after her death, I wandered the streets for a long time. I'd given on prostitution because... it.. I wasn't attracted to women... I couldn't.. You get the picture. Frankly, I wasn't a great prostitute for obvious reasons. And so I went back to the day job, which was begging. And it was there that I met Lyra Blackwood. Lyra was a witch. A gypsy that traveled with a caravan of equally enchanting women. They were con artists, but also extremely serious about their craft. Lyra invited my onto her caravan, and that's where I met Akavir. Her son." his lips perked up faintly at the thought and he turned to hide the small smile that had formed. "He was... more enchanting than their skills in the art of witchcraft. He assumed a brotherly relationship with me, but that's not what my goal was. And at the time, I wasn't... what I am currently like. I was awkward .. I was self deprecating and squeamish. I laughed a lot and I had quite the mouth, Lyra had smacked me on the lips more times than I can count. I spoke a lot of profanity, and compensated over the fact that I wasn't attracted to females, by constantly reassuring those around me that I was most certainly.. attracted .. to females." he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up in the process. "I was a mess. A complete and utter fool. Not myself. Or.. Perhaps I was... the void... it changes you. It consumes you and becomes you. And soon you are no longer you." he shook his head, "Continuing, I.. traveled with them until I was fifteen. I had developed a keen obsession for Akavir, and my advancements were subtle, yet embarrassingly cheesy. Point being, I cannot flirt. And I have never been able to. That is no void interference. People have never been my forte. And Akavir was entirely aware of this. Fifteen years of age... it meant something then. I don't remember what but.. it held great significance in our culture. We spoke in a different language. It was a dialect that only those in the slums were signature for using. A dialect that was greatly frowned upon. And in that language, we spoke a word, I cannot translate it. Ferir ama." the word sounded latin, perhaps italian when it came from his lips. "The closest thing I can think of that would compare to it is some kind of birthday but.. it was far more intense. There was a ceremony... bloodletting and alcohol.. witchcraft, the worship of gods... sex... I never partook in that though.. even though it... was my day or whatever" he sounded a lot more like a teenager now, the teenager that he should have been. He wasn't putting up a front or acting stiff. He was awkward frankly, and he almost stumbled on his words. And suddenly he was so much more human than he appeared to be. He stopped for a moment, taking some time to think.

When he paused to rest his chin on his knees, Luka took pity on the poor kid. Without a word she reached over and took his cold hand in her almost hot one, squeezing it as reassuringly as she could. "And here I think what I had was rough." Despite herself, the dry sarcasm rose from Luka. "It will be alright. You don't have to do anything like that ever again. I said it before and I'll say it again, he didn't deserve you. You're great in your own right, you do not need someone if they don't want you too." She said firmly. "I can relate to that, but only in small part." She admitted. "My sister was a prostitute." She said bluntly, pulling her legs up underneath her to sit cross legged. "Like your mother did, she did it for me. So don't worry, I'm not going to judge you for that. Women who care about someone will go to the ends of the earth and fight every monster in existence to help who they care for. She wanted to get me things. I didn't get it, I was little, but then again so was she. It's how she died." She nodded slowly as she spoke, staring straight off into the distance. "Natalia died because I decided I wanted a cat." She laughed dryly, obviously no real amusement in her tone. But still, she didn't hesitate as she kept speaking, refusing to let her words catch or stutter. "There's another part I can relate to. Again, small part. Compared to yours, my life is a walk in the part. I've had girlfriends in my time. People don't always like that, especially back in Tyvia when I was little." For a brief second her hand ran over her forearm, pulling her sleeve back. A large bite mark was visible. For most it could be interpreted by a bite from a large dog, but knowing what she was made it evident it was much more. "Don't worry, kiddo. I'm not exactly a charmer myself." She smirked slightly, "And that becomes an issue when half the time you don't even know if your target audience swings the right way." She her low laugh rumbled out again, more genuinely this time before she sobered.
With a sigh, she looked over at him. "You need a chance to be an actual kid. Get into trouble, run around causing havoc, making friends and constantly yelling at your parents that they're ruining your reputation with your friends." She swallowed hard, looking away and staring straight ahead. "If you wish... You can... You can stay at my real house for a while. I can stay there with you if you want, but if you'd rather have it to yourself I can always stay at the main house. A place in normal land, even if it is on the bad end of town, might offer you a chance to be normal for a little while. I never really had a shot at that, but it's far too late for me to regain a childhood. You may be older than I am but you don't look like it. I do." She shrugged, not looking at him. "It could be beneficial for you to relax and act your apparent age. Or simply fun."

Cain gazed away and bit the inside of his cheek. This was the first time he'd ever spoken about where he came from. He shook his head, "That's enticing, and incredibly generous ... but there isn't any use in pretending to be something I'm not. In one way or another, my age, my godhood, it will effect my ability to do that kind of thing correctly." He explained, "There's nothing else to it. Though .. I'd like to get out of the void a bit more often, if it weren't draining and painful. Continuing, after the party ended, the slums were littered with vomit, rotting food and birth control. It was a mess, disgusting, the buzzing of flies could be heard on for miles. Akavir wasn't that bad of a person either. He was outgoing, a people person that had no problems speaking to others. He just had a hard time noticing me .. because I didn't talk to him. Well .. we walked in the park and .. After the kiss there were guards and ... I left but someone knocked me out from behind and when I woke I was strapped down onto a finely polished marble statue. I was prepped and treated like a prince, until the actual ritual began. They stabbed me ninety seven times in the chest. I never knew the significance of that number" he added.

"If you wish to occasionally have a place to stay in the normal world, my offer shall still stand. I have no one else that I enjoy the company of enough to go out of my way to get it, so no one else will be there." Luka chuckled slightly, "And for what it's worth, if you wanted to I think you should try anyway." She smiled, squeezing his hand tighter before falling silent again. After he stopped again, she looked over at him. "I've been stabbed, just not ninety seven times." She mused. "Well, maybe total. Just not all at once. Never really been apart of a ritual, unless you count ripping hearts out of ribcages. I'm part of the minority among the werewolves in that I wasn't bitten to change, I was born. So I never had that ceremony most of the others had. Usually they'd do it while they were still little, so they could adapt as they grew up, rather than just being thrown into having to control everything." She explained. Usually she wasn't this talkative. But obviously this was hard for Cain, and understandably so. She was just talking to talk to distract him. And with her lack of small talk experience, the only thing she could come up with to talk about was her own past, specifically the parts his own story reminded her of. "If you do not wish to continue, it is alright. Curiosity killed the cat, not the wolf." She pointed out with her dry sense of humor.

His pacing was a bit off now, and he seemed to be rushing through little parts of the story. He listened to her and turned to look away in thought after she'd finished talking. "I was absorbed into the void. It was a lot more painful than being stabbed. I don't really care about being stabbed actually. And when I woke up I was here... That was that." he replied. "Tell me a story" he suddenly muttered.

Luka looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of story?" She asked. "A history lesson, my past, or just a random fairytale type?" She sat cross legged beside him, looking straight forward over the chasm moodily. "I'm not w great storyteller, I will warn you now."

Cain laid back and stared upwards, frowning faintly, "Something about yourself." he said calmly, eyes flickering towards her as he folded his arms behind his back, sighing quietly.

Luka sighed, looking down at her swinging feet. "My mother was a member of a pack in Tyvia." She began. "My father was a human, which the pack did not appreciate. The only reason she survived as long as she did was because she was pregnant. When I was born, my father took me away and they killed my mother for consorting with humans. But when they found out I was a werewolf, they wanted me raised in the pack with them. We moved all around Tyvia, but they sent wolves to follow us. Then the thing with my sister, her being killed. After that we moved over to Kanarca, we found the gang. My father wanted to raise me to be able to get into a power position, so I was used to fighting. But one of my friends, a younger one, got sent to jail. I didn't want him to go to jail so I took the blame. Eventually broke out of jail, came back to the gang. My father was spilling all these lies. So, I took over the pack and kicked him out."

For once, he laughed, snickering to himself quietly. "Your story telling skills are incredible and I'm most definitely jealous." he retorted, raising an eyebrow, obviously being sarcastic.

"Oh shut up." Luka swatted at him, though she was grinning slightly. "I don't need to take any bullying from you. Especially on that subject. You're no famous hard yourself, you know." She smirked.

He rolled his eyes, "But the difference is that I'm at a constant age of fifteen. I'm not expected to tell great stories. What is your excuse?" he questioned, rolling his shoulders and watching her challengingly.

"My excuse is that I don't really talk to people." She shrugged, looking over at him. "I don't remember the last time I told someone that much about me. My friend, the one I went to jail for. I told him the basics; where I'm from, my parents, why I moved. I haven't seen him in a while though. When I got back he'd left, kicked out by my father so he couldn't tell them what actually happened. But I've never told anyone about my sister. It's... unnecessary, and generally just makes a people feel bad. My sister is not me. My parents are only important because they shaped the beginning of my life, into who I am. She had no long term effects." She said flatly.

He closed his eyes and placed a hand on his chest. He felt no heart beat, nor warmth under his touch. "Certainly you enjoy the idea of her? Or perhaps had cherishable memories of her?" he asked.

"I did adore my sister. She was my best friend for a long time, and she sacrificed everything to make me happy. And that's why I don't talk about her. She's dead and gone, and has been for a while. When I think of Natalia... Yes, I do know of the better times. But I can only think of her death, her body, what happened to her." Luka admitted, closing her eyes and dropping her head. "She died because she wanted to make me happy. It's not something I'd prefer to dwell on, or share."

Cain was silent for a bit, allowing her a moment to think before he decided to speak again. "Sometimes I wish the void had swallowed my memories away as well." he admitted, nodding slowly.

"I do not wish to lose all of my memories of my sister. Mostly just the memory of her body, if I were to choose only one to get rid of." She admitted. "Blood, gore, none of it bothers me. But my sister... It's my sister. It's the one body that I can't handle, can't get out of my head." She ran her fingers through his hair.

Cain glanced at her, nodding slowly, only opening one eye to do so. "I'm engaged" he suddenly said, a quick attempt to change the subject, knowing it bothered her so much.

Closing her eyes, Luka rested her head in her hands, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. All at once her head jerked over at she stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "And just how the hell did someone like you, so constantly complaining of a lack of social skills, manage to get himself engaged?" She challenged with a slight smirk.

Cain closed his eyes and his brows furrowed. He tilted his head in thought before shrugging. "The highoverseer pushed me over the edge and.. I lost my temper, my composure. I took him to the void. And he shot the heart that lies within the whale. That is what keeps me alive. And when it shot, the source of my life needed to go somewhere else temporarily. And... that somewhere else just happened to be Takuro. He.. I..." he was at a loss for words. "One thing led to another.." he blushed faintly, though his cheeks only turned grey, as his blood wasn't red. "Basically.. I'm not sure myself" he added.

Luka laughed as she looked over at him, his embarrassment obvious. "Awww are you embarrassed about Takuro?" She teased, wiggling her eyebrows at him teasingly. "That's why you were asking about my relationships. Well, rather, lack thereof." She mused, smirking slightly. She refused to dwell on the whole death thing. No point in it.

Cain raised an eyebrow at her, cheeks growing a dustier grey. "I-.... I'm not embarrassed. I am a god. I don't.. that's... so trivial I'm... I'm a god." he repeated, turning away and rolling his eyes. "And... you are correct.. partially" he muttered, concerning her second statement. "Though perhaps you can meet him at one point. He's pleasant. He also believes I have no friends... which was also coincidentally the reason I approached you" he added.

Luka's low laugh didn't slow or stop, grinning much more widely now as she looked over at him. "Oh of course, your highness. Just because you give into such trivial matters as wanting to impress your fiancé by showing him you do have a friend, of course you wouldn't ever be embarrassed. That's far too trivial of an emotion for a god, especially one so young as you are. I would never even consider such a thing." She promised tauntingly.

Cain furrowed his eyebrows faintly, "I don't appreciate you insinuating that I'm attempting to impress him by being suave enough.. or.. at least having enough social skills to acquire a friend." he muttered in retort, hiding his face.

Luka smirked slightly, ruffling up his hair in a gesture that was almost affectionate. "You're just mad that I'm right." She half grinned. "If you're so offended, then look me in the eyes and honestly tell me I'm wrong." She challenged him, folding her hands together and leaning forward challengingly, that half smile still playing on the corner of her lips.

Cain turned his eyes to hers, and beneath the extreme dark around them, there was a crystal blue that shined just right in the light to be noticeable. He quickly looked away in defeat, "Pfft" he said simply.

Luka nodded in satisfaction, shifting her position to sit with her legs over the edge once again. Honestly it made her uncomfortable to sit there, knowing that if she went over the edge she would probably disappear forever, but she didn't dare show fear. "See? Easy. At least you can prove that you do have the skills. You have me." She said simply. It was odd for her to acknowledge someone as a friend, but it didn't exactly feel wrong.

Cain glanced at her and sat back up, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. "I'm starting to believe that we're "friends" due to the fact that we can share a mutual bond over our equally terrible social skills" he explained.

"People generally form friendships over some common ground." Luka shrugged. "Evidently even socially awkward people such as us are still included in that." She fell silent for a moment, brooding. Abruptly she looked over at him. "It feels odd that you told me so much about yourself, but there's not much about myself I can tell you to even it out."

He glanced at her and gave a soft shrug, "Ironically, the void doesn't do much to shroud my past in mystery.. Scholars no more about it than even I. Of course, they don't share that information with the public. The Abbey is too afraid of making me out to be relatable. Which is ridiculous. Man doesn't need to envision some supernatural entity as the force of all evil. They create enough evil themselves. I'm just a conduit of their hatred." He explained.

<< Do you mind if Takuro comes in, Lucy should be joining. He can summon himself within the void.

"So I could have just read a book to find out what happened to you?" Luka smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow. "This was all completely pointless then. If I didn't want to I didn't have to tell you anything." She mused, crossing her legs neatly underneath her.

((Alright))

He shook his head, "It's not particularly good. It displays nothing of my emotions, how I viewed my surroundings, who I enjoyed and who I didn't enjoy. Not to mention the fact that you'd never be able to simply read it. Even there they attempt to put me in a "bad light". I doubt you'd ever get your hands on a scholarly journal. Not just anyone knows my story." he pointed out.

"You remember who I am, right?" Luka mused, a hint of a smug grin crossing her lips. "And what I am. If I decided I wanted them, I would find a way to get them. I can get anything I want, no matter who stands in the way." she said an almost fierce tone, smirking. "Don't doubt me, kiddo."

<< Lucy gonna come in here soon, after this post >>

Cain tilted his head slowly, "Mmmmmmm...." he shrugged slowly and turned, gazing at her, "You've never taken an interest in religious matters. I don't even need to ask. It's quite evident that it's just never quite caught your fancy. In fact, I doubt you even believed in me as a person. Which I can completely understand. Believing in a figure of myth without adequate evidence is... difficult. If anything, that fact alone only furthers your tough persona." he replied. Though he wasn't entirely sure. He didn't know her. And he certainly wasn't about to go prodding about her past. He wasn't a Lutece afterall.