A Small Examination (Nicolette, Chassius, Yuri, Open)

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    It was a warm spring afternoon in the port of Argi City. The sun shone brightly as clouds drifted lazily overhead. Sparrow was known to often seek high places when finding a place to be alone, but there was a different reason for him being on the shipping crates today. Today was the day he would learn a little bit more about a Chaser his new friend Nicki had mentioned. Often bested by curiosity, Sparrow played various scenarios out in his head as he absentmindedly spun his knives in the air, twirling them gently with his threads.

    With a sigh, Sparrow caught all three daggers and shrugged, "Only one way to determine the path we shall tread..." he said as he pulled out his phone. Out of most of the people in the city, Sparrow was one of the few to still use a flip phone. He enjoyed it's clicking sound as it closed, and sometimes aided in helping him concentrate, otherwise, it seemed more energy-efficient when compared to the electron-guzzling smart phones these days. Plus, he always found himself remembering phone numbers easier when he actually typed them in, rather than just relying on his contacts. Alas, the Wrightworth scion was getting sidetracked and came back to focusing on his current plan.

    With a quick flip and a clicking of keys, Sparrow texted his friend Chassius about the examination. The inter-dimensional trickster replied quickly, saying he would be on his way shortly, after taking care of some business. After his childhood friend of 10 years, he messaged his more recent friend Nicki about the plot; "Exam can commence in shipping yard in thirty minutes. All clear. Please bring him and act as if you do not know me". Sparrow closed his phone with a satisfied sigh and looked out onto the shipping yard. From where he sat on the hard iron crates, he could see the area had been cleared out. No workers to be concerned for, no criminals to be distracted by...

    A gentle breeze blew through the snow-white hair of the young man. His red eyes sparked with a desire to learn more about this interesting character, and the boy gave a small smile as he retreated into a blind spot. In the middle of the afternoon, it would be no difficult feat to see an albino teenager on top of a shipping crate. It was for this inconvenience to stealth that Sparrow wore a black hoodie over his normal sweater-vest, buttoned shirt and tie. With his hood over his head, his face was harder to make out. A shadow went across his eyes, but Sparrow knew that his red eyes would not pale in the darkness. Instead, he achieved a sort of menacing look, which was deeply desired for this occasion.

    With a small smile, Sparrow held a mirror over his shoulder, waiting to see Nicolette and her friend enter the shipping yard. I wonder how and what he'll do, he thought to himself...

[Chassius Nazir]

    It had been a relatively boring day for Chass so far. He had gotten up, eaten, cloudgazed on the school's roof and got into a little argument with his dad (not necessarily in that order, but probably). For others, that might seem like an amazingly average day and nothing to complain about, but to Chassius, it was absolute and utter torture. More than anything else, the young man absolutely despised boredom. The boy frequently wished for something to happen, as observing humans could get quite boring on a slow day. It was with a disappointed sigh that he sat up and spoke, "Honestly... there has to be something fun to do today..."

    Reaching up to touch the clouds, the young man clenched his fist and released again. They were always out of his reach, and yet they felt so close. Just as the bored youth was about to drift off to sleep, a buzz jerked him awake again and got him eagerly searching through his pockets. The one downside to wearing his awesome jacket, was the fact that he had several pockets inside his coat in addition to the two traditional ones.

    Pulling out his mobile device, Chass read a message from Sparrow Wrightworth, an old childhood friend that he had kept in contact with, "Working to test this guy to help the you know what. Interested? Come to the shipping yard undetected and meet at the RED crate". With a wide smile, Chass put his phone away and smiled. "Ah, Sparrow," he said, "You always know how to get a friend ready for action..."

    Leaping to his feet, the black coat that trailed behind the young man swished with air rushing up, his baggy jeans adjusting to the change in position. With a click of his leather boots, Chass conjured up some Medium space and prepared to cast them. Running towards the edge of the building, he jumped off the roof and let one of the orbs blast, sending the young man flying through the air at quicker speeds. Chassius had developed this technique after seeing a ridiculous video of a man launching himself into the air with a rocket launcher. At the time, the idea had seemed absurd at best, but the boy couldn't help but smile as he worked to find a way to transport himself quickly from one location to the next.

    As he flew across the residential district's low skyline, he could see a child below gazing upwards at the air bouncing young man. Chassius couldn't help but laugh as the young child called to his mother to look up, shortly after Chass had already gone ahead and disappeared. Going on further, he soared over a few crosswalks, a bridge, and deftly slid between two trees in a park. The children in the playground stopped with mouths gaping as Chass continued to amaze with his little trick. It was at this point that Chassius was beginning to grow tired, and began to slow his own velocity. Landing with this technique was always a tad tricky, but he had gotten the hang of it...eventually.

    Continually slowing down, Chassius went lower and lower to the ground, not unlike a paper airplane fashioned to try to repeatedly rise up before hopelessly falling, albeit with more grace to his descent than his paper counterpart. With a slight skid on the concrete, Chassius had landed safely a few blocks away from the shipping yard. Wiping a fleck of sweat from his brow, the young man made a note to not overdo himself with that transportation. Still filled with a decent amount of energy, Chass walked normally towards the yard and faded into the Medium, a dimension between the light and the dark. Continuing forward, Chass passed many people walking in and out of stores and buildings in the urban area completely unnoticed. He smiled as he was assured of his veil's effect and awaited the arrival of the guest of honor.

[Grayson Zyer]

Only moments before had the academy bells blared their rings of freedom for the young student known as Grayson. Classes had long turned boring, making the adolescent practically tune out most of the lectures until the questions came up and he could prove his intellect. Years of mercilessly killing darkness had given Grayson prior knowledge on how the creatures worked, however that made classes on the topic often drag on in seemingly born lecturing. Thus this made the freedom a blessing. Upon hearing the bells ring, Grayson practically jumped out of his seat and flashed a few charming smiles at some of the girls who glanced his way. They called him Prince Charming for a reason, and Grayson had every plan to fill their princess desires with his charismatic ways. Yet, now wasn't the time to indulge these girls in their princess fantasies, since Grayson wanted some alone time to make some important decisions.

Quickly, Grayson left the building to pursue a location for thinking about his next darkness target. If the adolencesent didn't feed his sadistic intentions he got destructive, and there was no need to to destroy his things. Spring sunlight poured down from the sky, making Grayson's attire of a red shirt and white shorts perfect for the occasion. A gently breeze assured that the young chaser wouldn't feel too warm on the pleasant spring day. Taking a brief glance behind him, Grayson found nobody watching him, but either way it was best to be safe than sorry. With that, Grayson's dark wings sprouted and the teen launched into the air. Once he reached a reasonable height, his wings stretching out for a long glide over the many buildings of Argi with a gleeful and carefree expression upon his face. Although it was completely unnecessary, Grayson did various tricks in the air that involved twirls and twists which had become easy for the boy who could make wings.

Multiple times whist he flew towards the port, Grayson had to spare a look at the scabbard that held his specially made cavalry sabre. The various tunnels contained in the thin metal blade were meant for moving his poisons to cover the entirety of the sharp surface, however they were more vulnerable to breaks. Green eyes scanning the ship yard below, the student chaser easily noticed the lack of workers within the facility, making it a prime place to think. A small smile became evident on the boy's face as he swooped down with his dark wings to land on a tall pile of crates. His feet hit the crate with a loud clang that caused the boy to shake his head in dismay. Upon landing, the black, shadow-like figments Grayson called his wings dissipated into the air around him as though they never existed. "Tisk, tisk, I'm about as quiet as a herd of elephants," Grayson commented. His smile had faded only for a few moments, mostly because he wasn't pleased with the disruptive noise he'd made. However one like Grayson couldn't remain displeased with himself for long, and thus the smile returned as he settled down on crate.

His feet hanged over the side as Grayson happily swung them in the air while he smiled childishly at the open water in front of him. An ocean of blue stretched out across the horizon, and noon sunlight shown on the tips of the quiet waves. Truly this was the perfect place for Grayson to think about where exactly he desired to hunt for his next darkness victim. The boy leaned back until his back was against the crate in a laying position, his arm coming back to cushion his head. Grayson's eyes turned to the clouds, watching the white, puffy figures drift lazily through the sky. The boy was unaware of what may take place in this shipyard, however he would most likely take some sort of interest.

[ Sorry for the late reply, had no clue how to tackle this until now. ^^' ]

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    Any good strategist made preparations for uninvited guests in their tactics, and Sparrow was no different. Still looking at his mirror, he saw a form flying towards him. As it grew closer, he could see it was a young man with apparitions like wings growing out of his back. He had occasionally seen this blonde-haired boy at the academy chatting up fellow students, and it appeared he was in an especially cheery mood today. Preparing one thread to one of his knives just in case, Sparrow briefly stood up from his spot and eyed the boy as he landed. If he remembered his information correctly, which was almost always, the boy's name was Grayson Zyer, the self-proclaimed "Prince Charming" of Chaser Academy. As a fellow Chaser, Sparrow doubted that the young casanova would do anything that would interrupt the test, but just to be sure, he sent a brief message to Chass about the new arrival.

    Chassius responded promptly, and texted he would keep tabs on his movements just to be safe. Sparrow could handle the examination on his own, but it would have been nice to have Chass as a second proctor. Regardless, precautions had to be taken as Sparrow knew vaguely of Grayson's power. When it came to Darkness, the "prince" was just as efficient as the tactician in killing them, sometimes even more. The question had arose in his mind of how he was so effective. Perhaps he enjoyed it? Certainly there was nothing wrong with enjoying one's work, but a certain professionalism had to be maintained in order to preserve technique and accuracy in combat. Sparrow's friend Lonrei Grenweld learned this lesson all too well.

    Focusing back on the matter at hand, the young strategist looked at his phone. It had been ten minutes since he had sent the message out to Nicki and Chass about the exam. He began to become slightly concerned. Usually her replies were quite instant, almost frighteningly so. He hoped nothing ill had befallen her. However, if something were to have happened, Sparrow had a feeling that this Yuri would step in to protect his sister.

    With a small smile, the black-hooded young man gave a small wave to the air in the direction of Grayson, and awaited the information to be delivered. A few shipping crates away, Sparrow would not be very effective in immediately providing assistance to Chass if violence broke out. Even so, Sparrow trusted his friend deeply and knew that it would take more than a angel-faced boy with dangerous knives to take him down. With his heart put at ease, Sparrow put all of his resources back into planning the exam and the surrounding area, hoping to eliminate as many outside factors as possible.

[Chassius Nazir]

"Unexpected guest. Please ensure that he doesn't cause any inconveniences. No violence necessary - Chaser agent. Note: impressive power toward Darkness-killing. Caution is advised."

    This was the text message Chass had received briefly before he spotted a flying figure overhead. Knowing that Sparrow disliked being interrupted, the young man gave a small smile to his new assignment. As clever as Chass was, his foresight was nothing compared to Sparrow. The guy aimed to plan at least 10 steps ahead of his opponent, trying to take into account for choices and outside forces acting upon the situation. The amount of planning he was capable of doing bordered on precognition, but Chassius never dared to ask if he actually had such an ability. Instead, the heir to the Medium was happy to help his friend, not only out of loyalty, but out of sheer interest in the goal the white-haired tactician had.

    The ambition necessary to plan to conquer entire cities, even countries walked the line of madness, and yet the young gifted hadn't seen another person his age who might have been actually capable of doing it. But focusing back on the task at hand, Chass continued to walk into the shipping yard. His hand traced along the metal shipping crates, not making a sound. Holding out one hand, he generated an orb of Medium energy and launched himself upward towards the top of the crates by blasting himself off from the ground. Apparently, his launch had been almost right on the money, with only one crate separating him from the "intruder.

    Landing softly on the crate, Chassius slowly slipped out of the Medium back into the physical plane, his body seemingly materializing out of nothing. Placing his favorite mask on his face, the boy called out to Grayson, "Hey! Beautiful day for looking at the ocean, right?"

    A small laugh escaped the trickster's lips as the wind blew his open hoodie behind him. A small breeze caught the inside of his hood and pulled it down, revealing his sandy blonde hair. Chass took of the mask playfully and made it vanish into thin air with a snap of his fingers. The mask was actually the only thing he had found that looked as if it originated from the Medium. He had once tried exerting his domain over it, to see that he could summon and de-summon it at will. With his fake visage gone, Chassius's thin hazel eyes gave a mischievous twinkle as he wondered what kind of fun could be had with this Chaser.

    Sparrow had warned him about a certain fascination the young man had with killing Darkness, but it didn't appear that he would be destructive beyond that. Although, with people like him, you never knew until they initiated the fight. Regardless, Chass did his best to appear casual, monitoring the every movement of his encounter to see if there would be any conflict as he slipped his hands into his pockets and took a leaning posture. It looked as if he would have even more interesting things to watch today. In the end, Sparrow knew just what his friend liked the most - a new experience each day.

[Grayson Zyer]

[ Umm, people aren't supposed to know about Grayson's sadistic complex towards darkness. He refuses to display his sadistic ways in front of people, and is very cautious about when/where he hunts and whom is around. I don't mind him being recognized though since he's a popular student. Also, he just kind of started getting called Prince Charming, but if that's Sparrow's view of his title, then okie dokie. xD ]

Clouds drifted by and seagulls squawked high above the shipyard where Grayson had decided to visit. The sun bathed his face, arms and legs in a pleasant heat whist he laid on the warm, metal ship crate. There were many thoughts to run through, however number one on the list was figuring out where his sadistic little hunt would take place on this night. Slipping through his window was the easy task, but finding the darkness caused some complication since he couldn't sense the creatures. Momentarily, Grayson closed his green eyes in thought as his clever mind decided on a list of suitable locations to head. Most attacks had been stationed far from Grayson's home, mostly to avoid anybody in his neighborhood asking questions about whom their Shadowed Knight could be. A toothy smile marked Grayson's face as locations were added to the list on where he could scout for the creature he desired to kill in a cruel manner.

This indulgence of sadistic darkness killing was certainly nothing healthy, but Grayson didn't want to destroy anything when he got bored. However his thoughts were interrupted by a voice that sounded like a boy. Shortly, the smile dissipated into one of slight concern over someone actually managing in following him all the way from the academy to the shipyard. Yet, that wasn't the case for when Grayson's eyes strained upwards to see the boy from his laying position, he didn't recognize him. Whoever this mysterious boy was could only be presumed, and Grayson presumed on him being nothing more, but curious or social. A mask was upon his face, and Grayson watched as the boy began laughing when the wind pulled at his hood, which revealed some of his hair. Silently, he witnessed as the mystery boy made his mask vanish into thin air, and revealed a pair of thin, hazel eyes that were hidden beneath the mask.

Although it took a few moments, Grayson managed to catch the mischievous glint that the boy's hazel eyes held. This brought some concern, especially since it suggested that this strange boy could have strung together a clever plan that had something to do with Grayson. There was also the concern that Grayson hadn't even heard this boy approach, and that was the biggest concern Grayson had. Instead of showing these concerns, Grayson's face transformed into a bright smile as he sat up, bringing his hanging legs up to his chest as he turned to face the strange boy. "Indeed, it is. The way the sunlight dances across the waves is absolutely beautiful," Grayson responded gleefully. Chances of a combat engagement were low since Grayson didn't want attention, didn't have his full array of weapons and lastly he was clueless to this mystery boy's abilities. Remaining attentive and observant, Grayson remained where he was, simply watching the boy with curious eyes.

"So what brings you here? I'm just thinking myself," Grayson inquired whilst adding some information on why he was here. For all Grayson knew, this boy was simply helping out with security around the shipyard. However after the workers left, security usually lowered since the shipyard wasn't nearly as dangerous for civilians. Swiftly, Grayson glanced down at his cavalry sabre, the hilt's hand-guard gleaming in the sunlight, however Grayson's eyes didn't dare linger on his single weapon. Although his glance was completely harmless, the student chaser knew that at times even glancing at a weapon could be perceived as a threat.

[Chassius Nazir]

[ Edited the responses to fit the information you have provided. ]

    Between the two young men was about 10 meters of open space. As Gifted, either one could easily begin combat from such a distance. Whether or not the lazing boy was on guard with Chass's sudden appearance was about to be shown in the coming actions. It was when the boy got up from his lying position that the illusionist got his answer. People tend to be more comfortable with showing their back when it wasn't at risk of being stabbed. Chass silently commended the boy on his caution. Catching his green eyes quickly glance at his open sabre, the black-hooded trickster's smile vanished for a moment, then returned as quickly as it left. This boy was not afraid of picking a fight, it seemed.

    With a slight shrug, Chassius let the wind blow on his face a bit more. It was nice little natural pleasures like these that made going outside worth the effort. Going back to the conversation at hand, the young man noted the target's comment on the waves. The response was almost poetic, charming even. Chass stifled a laugh as he was almost certain the boy had been called "Prince Charming" at some point with looks like that. His hair and eyes looked like that out of a fairy tale. Shaking away the inside joke, Chass answered casually as he slipped his hands into his pockets, "Oh, not much I'm afraid. My friend is hosting a little event here at the shipping yard and wanted a little bit of security detail," 

    Chass flexed his slender arms in an attempt to be humorous, "Needless to say, I might not be the most well-suited for physical confrontations."

    Another laugh left the mouth of the hazel-eyed joker as he gave a smile to the charming boy. Stretching his arms briefly upwards and craning his neck towards the entrance, he didn't see anyone new near the entrance. That was good. It was much easier to maintain security when hundreds of people weren't in the same area at the same time. He found such situations to be a hassle more than anything else. Chass clicked his tongue in acknowledgement and sent a brief text to Sparrow, "All green."

    "Now that we're more familiar with each other," Chassius began, "I suppose I can rest easy. You seem like the kind of person to be very careful with what you let others see, am I correct? Such people are always so interesting to me - always careful of where and how they fight - ah, no matter. You aren't a threat to the event, so that's good. Now, if you don't have anything else to ask me, I suppose I should take my leave..."

[Grayson Zyer]

[ Thanks~! Also, if you want me to stop posting so the thread doesn't progress too much, feel free to just say so. ]

A ten meter distance separated Grayson from the mysterious boy whom had managed to sneak onto the crate without a sound. Seagulls continued to cry over head, interrupting the calming sounds of the waves in the distance. Sitting with his knees to his chest, Grayson simply watched the mystery boy with a hint of caution to his gaze. There wasn't room for any foolishness, especially with someone who could be as silent as night when moving. Thus, Grayson faced him in order to keep himself safe from a possible attack from this presumably mischievous boy. Although Grayson was completely unsure whether or not the mysterious boy would attack him, he was prepared to fight if deemed necessary. Despite the fact that Grayson's wing maker and cloaking abilities made fleeing easy, he always found that fighting was simply enjoyable, even if he wasn't involved. Arguing and even physical violence was amusing to him, but naturally Grayson wouldn't display this and even go the length of sacrificing his amusement to break up a perfectly well fight.

If he was going to be a knight, it warranted some knightly acts, even if amusement could be found within them. Quietly, Grayson listened to the response with a few simply nods of acknowledgement and giving a slight chuckle to the boy's joke. However the idea of security detail suggested that Grayson would perhaps be forced to leave the premises for this event. With that, Grayson rose from his position whilst the boy looked back towards the entrance, taking a quick glance at the ocean. Momentarily, Grayson got distracted by the beautiful ocean up until the mysterious boy spoke once again. "Certainly, caution must be taken in what I display to my peers. I can't let them use anything against me, now can I?" Grayson responded, his tone calm as the words fluently came from his mouth. A small smile still remained on his face, possibly colouring his persona as somebody who remained constantly cheerful. "And I do have a question if it isn't a nuisance," Grayson informed before continuing, "What kind of event is taking place here?"

Upon the mention of an event, Grayson's curiosity had grown since there were no details given about the topic of the event. Grayson paused a moment before adding, "And if I must remain in the dark, then I completely understand." Naturally, Grayson probably wouldn't leave since his curiosity was far too strong to warrant such an act, and thus the boy hatched an observing plan in case it was necessary. However it wasn't that difficult for a boy with cloaking and the ability to make wings to sneak around without being spotted.

[Chassius Nazir]

    As Chassius had been turning to walk away, he heard the young man had a question. Turning back, his eyes sparked with life at the query. A gentle sea breeze blew across the shipping crates, gently rustling the trickster's hair, his bangs hanging to one side lazily. Placing a finger to his lips as if to signify thinking, he closed his eyes and hummed quietly for a few seconds. Opening his eyes, Chass winked and grinned at the blond boy with a short, "Okay, I'll tell you a little bit..."

    Giving a slight laugh, his thin hazel eyes looked back to the entrance, viewing no new visitors in sight. With a slight shrug, Chassius continued; "If I had to say more specifically what it was, I suppose you could call it a show, or maybe a review or a small examination, depending on who you were..."

    Playfully kicking his heel against the shipping crate they stood upon, it gave a soft clang to the impact from Chass's foot. The black-hooded young man noted the boy's curiosity and saw that he did not intend to leave. Even if the "prince" was prompted to leave, he doubted that he would simply go. Most likely, he would find some other place to hide and watch the event. Giving another small smile, he turned away, his hands behind his head and his torso leaning backwards. Tilting his head to the sky, Chass saw a pair of seagulls fly by and was captivated by their simplicity. It would be nice if Chass could have it so simple as to soar above all commonplace things in order to see the interesting things.

    A small sigh leaving his lips, he turned back to the blond young man and said, "Now I'm a bit curious. Feel free to answer this question if you like; what does one do to get rid of darkness if the light casts the shadow in the first place? Do you put the light out, move the light around, or do you find what's preventing the light from getting through?"