Quiet Night

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"There she is!"

"Blast her! Don't let her get close to the boss!"

A last remaining toughs of a small battalion yelled slinging balls of fire and electrical storms of maximum pwnage to obliterate their current object of obsession while their protectorate cowarded in absolute fear behind them.

"You idiots! She's making you all look like fools! Protect me!"

He screamed as he had a clear view of his grim reaper skirting through the darkness filled alley, completely cloaked in black where the only thing that could be seen were a pair of piercing sapphire blue orbs. It was like an intricate ballet, the way she bounced from the walls to the fire escapes before flashing to the ground and ripping through the various youths with her bare hands and, as little effort as possible, before retreating back into the shadows.

"There's no one left."

Her voice was chilly and haunting, enough to get her target scurrying away and down the hallway, trying to escape his fate, but she was on him. Like an all encompassing black abyss she ensnared him in his horror and throttled him so no one could hear his screams, crushing his windpipe with the energy his battalion of weak bodyguards had charged her with. Then she dropped the body as the moon shined its light into the alley, unveiling Tama in her full battle gear covered in the blood of the guilty. She touched a hand to her face, smearing it across the left side of her face before looking up at the sky.

"Kon." Tama called, summoning her Chaomao to her side, the cute little bugger, "Send the message that the job is complete." She told it before turning to leave the alley, allowing the black and red to drain from her clothes and be replaced by pristine white and deep blue.

Another mission complete, on another quiet night.

"A noble request..." he muttered solemnly, finding peace in this request and depth in his own heart about it, given his own circumstances, "... That I will protect." Though technically, he was a bodyguard 'For Hire,' he wasn't one to ask for gifts and rewards. He accepted if they were offered, but honestly felt the most rewarding thing was to help others that were in need. Despite his gruff and stern demeanor, it was clear that his heart was large and filled with passion that his surface did not express very often. Only his words and his actions could testify to that; not his expression nor his tone, usually.

"... With this, I presume that it is certain I will be meeting you again," he said, finally walking back toward the edge of the building where the ethereal man stood, watching over the projection of himself and his daughter bantering, "... And for some reason, I am anticipating that most of all." He chuckled for once, finding the nostalgia all too heavy. "Mmm..." If only he could figure out why; it would have brought his mind more peace. Though, it wasn't to say that the unknowns really rocked him too much in the first place. He was steadfast in his thoughts and feelings and wouldn't be swayed by such unknowns. As time and fate would have it, they would be revealed as necessary. He was more than content with knowing and living in that manner.

"Shall I wait to introduce myself until after your meeting, or do you believe it good to reveal myself now, whilst you are still here?"

From his answers, Tama only had more questions. Why couldn't he tell her about her mother? Why had he gone to space, what was he needed there for? Why was her mother in space as well? Tama just wanted to know anything and everything that she had missed out on for the twenty something odd years of her life, but she understood by his tone that her bewilderment had to be put on hold. This was serious business and Tama could handle her serious business.

"Okay." She said with a nod of her head, "tell me what you need to tell me."

Aeragon looked towards the man who'd promised to uphold his request and Aeragon placed his right fist to the left side of his own chest as a form of affirmation. It was brief though before he turned and looked up towards the sky, pass the clouds and into outer space itself, the final frontier.

As if responding to the figure's need to look cool, a mysterious came and caused his cape to flutter in it. "That's up to the cosmos. I'm just an old warrior fighting a battle that's lasted centuries." He smiled, feeling this form beginning to destabilize which meant he needed to finish up here and move to his next appointment before he disappeared completely. On a lingering wind, his voice said, "Take her to Mors, it's her destiny..."

"I'll leave that to your discretion. She's about to pass out." Aeragon said before sitting up to stand on the edge of the building and turning around on it. "Also, your son... he says sorry about the thing with the sword." Before he fell backwards and vanished.

"I love you Tama, me and your mother both, and we know you're the only one that can do what needs to be done." Aeragon conjure a large amount of energy as a small ball within his hands and placed it to his daughter's chest, allowing her passive ability to absorb energy to take it in. "After this, your potential will be awaken and you'll know what you need to. When you wake up go to Mors and seek out a woman named Tifa. Tell her Aeragon sent you, then tell her your name when she asks, you'll meet your partner there. Afterwards... be more confident in yourself. You're my pride and joy." Aeragon placed a kiss to his daughter's head before fading away.

"Huh?" Tama was about to speak again, but she felt a warm sensation begin to overtake her body. As she looked down, she saw an orb of her father's energy beginning to be pulled into her body. As it disappeared from his hands, just as he whispered his parting words, Tama felt a massive surge in energy manifest from within her, the likes of which were akin to the massive spikes in energy her father had produced when he fired his gun. It overwhelmed her senses to the point where she felt herself losing consciousness.

She was still able to hear him whisper that she was his pride and joy just before she slipped into a deep sleep and began falling to the ground.

"Mmmmm..." the contented moan and the lowering of his lids in the shadow of his mask's sockets brought him an esteemed tranquility that only came from deep, solemn feeling. That which the Yojimbo only dwelt in now, as why it was so difficult for him to relate with the carefree children so much. He was well past his time, yet stayed for things such as this... The Nostalgia.

It was only then, as he was deep in his own remembrance that he was struck with a name he knew to be familiar, but also to no longer be. "Mors...?!" he turned his head slowly, hearing the last words of the man and coming to an astounding revelation. The sudden realization was only as swift as the man's disappearance into thin air, leaving no trace of where he'd gone nor how to get him back... Or whether he was still here in the first place. "Mmmm..." He bowed deeply in honorable acknowledgement and humble acceptance, knowing that he was not able to do so in person, yet believing so strongly in the sentiments of his own heart that he would do so whether or not it could be witnessed or not. He knew somehow, the feelings would transfer over. That was his faith in his love for his son.

"... Wakarimashita (Already Understood)," he said resolutely as the man completely disappeared, the Shadow of a Man slipping immediately into his place in a blur of blackness across the building and down to the ground. From any platforms humanly possible for him to hop, latch and jump onto or from, he would skillfully and swiftly make his way to the young maiden's side and catch her mid-fall, his sudden halt leaving a flurry of leaves rustling into the wake of the wind left behind where the man had just recently departed. "... You are in safe hands..." were the first words he said to her as he grasped her firmly, ensuring that she wouldn't hit the pavement. If she fell asleep, hopefully those would be the last words she heard so that she'd at least sleep soundly... Even if it meant thinking he were her father until she woke up.

Whether she heard the person that caught her would be unknown, but she did loosen up and whispered a quiet, "Papa..." before she realize into her slumber.

"Mmm..." She was sleeping soundly and peacefully, the shock of it all having little effect. Whenever she awoke, he would explain to her what happened... But for the moment, he would allow her rest. He propped her up on his back, using his power of 'Division' to keep her weight from being much of a strain on him, for he knew the journey to the Delta would be quite a while. He would have to scale the Crystal Bridges. It was likely that she could wake from that time, however he wouldn't make it an expectation. He intended to travel to his own home, first, before taking her to where he'd promised to escort her.