Chronicles of the Crinkle (With grandsword)

[WittleNicky]

(This Soul Calibur IV RP is between me and grandsword)

17th Centuary, 17XX A.D. England, Europe.

In the streets of England, a cloaked woman in her late 20s exited out of the pub and began to stroll along the streets while adjusting her self to avoid attracting attentive eyes of the guards in this country. In these lands, she is not one of the normals for she is cursed with a terrible fate yet holds various powers but held allegiance to the cursed sword itself. Not only that, but she once plead allegiance to the people that served its opposite, the sacred and holy sword that is opposing to its evil weapon part but her drive for power and knowledge had deemed her an outcast and shunned. That woman is Belima, but she goes under an alias as 'Enigma' to hide her true name as she had done some things that been considered...evil, in a way. What her plans here in England is unknown...but she has yet to plan some things in mind.

[grandsword]

Nearby, a fight seemed to be brewing, between a merchant's bodyguard and what seemed to be a teen in roughshod sackcloth pants, no shirt and Crimson armor on his legs, feet, arms and hands. In all, if not for the armor he'd appear to be a mere urchin. But a less than sane gleam was in his eyes.

[WittleNicky]

During her time of planning with ever step she took, she began to overhear the heated brewed fight going on which reverted her gaze over to the source. There, a guard by the look of it and some peasant in red armor yet the chest piece or a shirt missing had been going at it for whatever it was about. While she could care less, there is something..off on this red armored-one. It intrigued her somehow by any means so much, she decided to head over to see what the commotion is.

[grandsword]

"You stole the fruit!" The Guard yelled, swinging his sword at the boy who kicked it away. "Heh, guy's gotta eat." The boy replied flying loose a punch. "..you also killed the cart owner." Came another one in the crown, Who seemed to be there to keep the boy from escaping. "..technically, He got stuck on my armor." Notably, up close the armor was seen to have blades on the hands and feet. The bodyguard struck out with a handle strike.

"Liar! I saw you repeatibly stab him, at least ten times."

The boy laughed, before one strike send him to the ground. "Ouch. Hey..hey..hey! First off, not a liar. He did get stuck on my armor. As I was pulling it out. And shoving it back in. Secondly. I just love it that you kept track~ ..third."

He smirked, the blades extending to his elbows ,and the foot blades jutting out as to have the edge all along the sole. "..what kind of flowers do you prefer?" The boy asked, giving almost a cackle as with vigor he jumped back to his feet, the fight devolving to a flurry of swinging blades and blood fountain in in every direction. The boy seemed less to have a style then to freely and with abandon flail around his dangerously bladed limbs. But the result was deadly enough.

[WittleNicky]

Enigma began to watch the fight unfold which one guard was blocking the culprits and the other was fighting. She listened on the arguments that have been going on while pondering some, noticing the blades on the armor have been extended. 'Hmm..this one is in possession of a new type of Grieves Edge...and have killed someone...interesting.' She thought as she watched from a distance and noticed the changes which some sprinkles of blood were showered about here and there..and saw the attitude of the person. 'The sound and look of a crazed killer...hmmm....'

[grandsword]

By the time the boy was done, the crowd was thinned to himself, enigma, and the guard, who the boy was obviously toying with. Hell, the demented child even began to sing. "Now it's over, you're the lucky one..
Chosen over any other one, we~
Shall begin, the pain contorts your face.
Now I want to hear you screaming...ha!" He sang, accenting each word with a deep stab, grinning widely as the blood spurted all over him.

[WittleNicky]

Enigma looked quite surprised on this on the stab part which more blood was split and sprayed. 'Hmm...such an evil intent from this boy....cares no beings he has harmed....' She thoughted before she started to smirk a bit. '...Perhaps he could be useful for my plans...'

[grandsword]

"Ahh..nice and..what? Nngh. Not yet..I want more..blood, you..you..you twerp! Agh!!" The insane boy screamed, seemingly to himself, before collapsing in a heap. The armor seeming to vanish in a cloud of embers.

[WittleNicky]

SHe continued to watch this phenomenon before the boy passed out along with the armor burning to nothing but air. "...Soo...it looks like this boy has two sides of himself..." She stated to herself before heading over to his corpse and knelt down. "...No matter...time to see if i can convince him." She began while laying a hand on his head.

[grandsword]

the boy moaned, grimacing in discomfort.