DWSAO

Chapter 4

Encountering Strange Forces

The Samurai sat on the edge of a catwalk in the far end on the engineering bay. This was the same place where he and The Guitarist had played the super intense battle music when the first hunter attacked. The Samurai stood and watched over all what was happening in the engineering bay. However, something felt...off. Like someone or something had been watching him. This made him grow extremely paranoid.

Further ahead , The Sorcerer backed up into the vents and moved throughout them quickly. It was pitch black in the shafts, but his energy allowed him to traverse its curves as if he had night vision.

The Samurai walked and went up to the nearest duct out of suspicion. He pried it off somewhat easily before some engineering bay worker came up to him.

"Hey pal, you're not allowed to do that."

The Samurai just gave a soul tearing stare at the man. He backed off pretty quickly and the Samurai went back to his business.

There was a silent clanging heard way down the vents. The Guitarist looked back at his friend.
'Where are you going?' he questioned.

'I'm gonna go see where this odd rattling leads. I'll be back in an hour or so. If I'm dead, I blame your brother.' The Samurai says to The Guitarist throw mind waves. He then climbed into the vents and started crawling through them, looking for the origin of hid suspicions.

The Guitarist was about to say something before shrugging. It was very likely his brother was the cause of the rattling.

Within the vents was a cloud of smoke as The Sorcerer traveled through the network.

The Samurai slid down the multiple tunnels, searching in the dark before the eyes on his helmet illuminated the space.

There was a man hunched over near an exit vent to a mother section of the engineering bay. He was watching intently, perking up at he heard something behind him.

The Samurai approached wearily, as to not spook the stranger. 'Who are you? What're you doing in the vents?' He started to draw his shoto blade just in case.

The man flicked around, as he heard the man's voice clearly. Suddenly, ripples formed around his body, making him a blur as he kicked out the vent and dove down into room.

The Samurai tailed him with extreme speed and followed him, diligently into the next room.

The Sorcerer was holding himself against the wall as the Samurai flew over past him. His voice tore through the air.
"Its rude to follow people..." the Sorcerer says.

"It's rude to be stalking them." The Samurai looked up to the Sorcerer. It had been a while since he'd used his voice, but this was a private place. So he didn't mind that much.

The Sorcerer let out a rumbley growl.
"I watched you, much like a couple watches another in a coffee shop... I'm curious.."

His brow under his helmet furrowed. "I don't take kindly to those watching me from afar either. What're you curious about, sir?"

"I didn't know there was a third alive.."
He slid down from the wall and hit the ground on his feet with a sharp thud.

"Neither did I..." The Samurai climbed up the wall and looked at him before dropping down to the same platform as him.

He grunted, watching the man walk up to him. He crossed his arms. And titled his head at the man.

"Who are you? You seem...familiar." The Samurai kept his distance and copied the movements as that of the Sorcerer.

"You've nothing familiar about me."
He scoffed, glancing around the room to see if there were any prying eyes.

"Well aren't you so mysterious Mr. Magician." He scoffed as he straightened up and moved forward, inch by inch.

The Sorcerer held his hand up, the ripples circulating around his palm.
"Back off, stranger."

"I'm no stranger. Your brother has told me about you, and your devious deeds." He started to, draw his shorter blade, slowly.

"I've no quarrel with you, outcast"
He clutched his hands into fists, what appeared to be molten burning fluid start dripping out from between his fingers.

"Outcast? Tell me, how am I qualified as this "outcast" you speak of." The Samurai was trying to get as much information out of this guy as possible, still drawing his blade and moving slowly.

"I've wasted enough time with you.."
He stood up straight, almost formally. The figure then started to leave the area, turning his back to the Samurai and walking off.

"We'll meet again soon enough." The Samurai said after the Sorcerer had left. Now, he took the direct way back to the catwalk where his comrade was.

Soon enough, the Sorcerer vanished into a dark section of the room. The power had still not returned to it. As for. The Guitarist, he was strumming his guitar quietly, sitting cross legged on the catwalk.
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The Samurai approached his friend and waved. 'Greetings. I had a run in with your sibling.' He thought, his voice echoing throughout the Guitarist's being.

The Guitarist jumped up suddenly.
'What?! What was he up to?'
As he jumped up, the guitar starting shaking in his grasp.
'Nevermind... We should get to the ceremony up a few hundred levels' he recommended. As
After a while of no response,
The Guitarist grasped The Samurai's shoulder and reluctantly made his way to the Observation Deck. When he got the notice, he made arrangements to play.

The Samurai followed suit. 'Have we a performance at the celebration of life?' He looked up to his comrade. They entered the elevator and proceeded to rise into the Observation Deck.