The Silent and The Deadly [Neseru/Canas]

This was... odd... Neseru had never herself been in a graveyard, having mostly avoided them. Mostly to avoid the depressed feelings of those who still clung to life. And as depression was an off-shoot of sadness, it affected her more than say someone's feelings of those whose mother had been killed in front of their eyes, which was more Fear and Sadness rather than depression. Atleast until later.

What the HELL kind of person lived here... Oh right, Schizophrenic, dark passioned older figures, or self absorbed megalomaniac, or depressionists. All of which she despised being around, since she could feel their feelings. But there was a particular person she was tracking, whom she hadn't seen in awhile, if there's anything left of either of them, assuming she wasn't following their god-damned spirit.

She mouthed something with an angry look on her face, as she stood before the crypt, she could die from just this, but she needed to know. And NOW's the time she's worrying about how she's going to communicate with this bastard. Maybe I'll get lucky and the damned other half of his personality would be a f*cking mind-reader. But at the moment, this 14 year old girl, for better or worse, raised up her foot, and kicked the door 3 times, hoping the reverberation would carry through to the feeling she felt below the surface.

But what was most annoying thing about it, was the whisper in her ear of this new damned spirit, recently passed, kept bugging her, to talk... As if... It's not worth my time, as she turned to shoo away the spirit, she stopped, a gut feeling in on her own, as she turned, feeling that she shouldn't leave anything to chance. Even if that meant the annoying whispers were to happen.

A stone rolled and the passageway into the tomb of Neseru's parents opened. The Thorpe crypt was illuminated in the moonlight, a dull gray against the thick darkness inside. A musky smell filled the air as the stagnant air within excaped. Several moments passed in agonizing silence before voices were heard within. The voice was that of a nine year old boy.
"...why? You cruel bastard. Let me see her..." a few more moments passed before the young voice screamed, "NO! I WILL WIN, RHEMNAS!!!" the robed man stepped out of the darkness after the last word was spoken. He pulled of his hood slowly, to reveal his face. Canas hadn't had control like this in a long time.
His pure black eyes had turned back to blue and the white had filled in. Though his hair had not come back, the markings on the bald parts had faded. "Sister... why have you come? Its dangerous." The voice was much too young for the 22 year old man. His eyes showed sorrow and suffering, and one did not need Neseru's ability to read his emotions.

Neseru raised an eyebrow, and half her bangs back behind her head, and surveyed this man with a childs voice. It was unsettling. Not the aesthetics of the child in a man's body, but the 2 seperated emotions pouring into her. It made her stomach churn, as the feeling of sorrow, washed over her, when the feeling of anger, or mal-content, from Rhemnas came from him as well.

Was this really her brother of old, man he changed, wonder if it was his hair, she silently joked to herself, as she smiled, her own emotion willed itself over the others. This demon, Rhemnas, wasn't one to mess with easily. Not even Neseru's accelerated healing would be able to help against him. Or who knows, maybe it could, having never been put to such a test. Doubtful though, since it was Meta-physical and Physical.

She drew herself back from within her thoughts, and held out her hand for him to grab. She had to know more about this demon inside, and touching would allow the out-willed demon's emotions to be read easier within her.

Canas' face was blank though his eyes still held the same sorrow. "You can't help me. You should get out of here." He said though he took her hand. He only had moments before Rhemnas took control again, and he hoped she could acheive whatever it was she had come for in that time. "Whatever it is, hurry."
His eyes were already beginning to fill in with the blackness.

She frowned reading their emotions, sorrow, a deep sorrow, this boy cared about her. Lot of good it did when he didn't have real control. But this demon was... interesting, and the emotions, hate, or something similar, poured from it. This was the more dominant one.

So, she thought to herself, her brother, weak, this demon, strong. The point of this trip was over, and now a different point was to arise. She opened her mouth, and then closed it, stepping back, letting go of the hand. It wasn't a second personality, it was a different entity. A frightening one. One that had enough will to destroy this city or the world. She looked at her brother curiously, stepping out of direct reach of him.

Canas stepped back into the crypt, his eyes having turned back to black. A few moments of silence passed and a stronger, darker aura took over. "You should have listened to him."
<<Sorry Short I know but I gtg>>

Neseru held up her hand, like a policeman blowing a whistle. She lowered it, while taking a slight bow at the waist, submitting to the demon, the entity, within. If needed though, she'd try and escape. It wouldn't take long, the rode with late night drivers, would possibly stop an onslaught, and the minor damages he could do to her, she'd concentrate and heal.