Hosaka Jenitsu: You've got a lot of good points there... Onyx... ::he shook his head a little. Hosaka's train of thought today had been rather open, which was *very* unusual, he wasn't this open even when he was *with* a girl, not unless he had a point to make, and pointing it out once more, it was unusual, because he had no points to make, whatsoever. He tried not to smile as she ended her little statement with that ever so cocky, referring to herself in the third person, it was all too cute. Instead of kicking back in mid-air like Onyx, he plopped onto the ground, stretching his legs out a good bit as he did so; it wasn't that he couldn't float as well, it was just that this was more comfortable. He peered up at her with a little sparkle in his eyes..:: You're a wise girl Onyx, regardless of what anyone else may tell you. I've been through loads of bullshit my entire life. The worst of them all was with Ciani, that's the truth. I don't know if I loved her, or if I liked being not so alone. It's just hard to find myself without her now, being as I was with her for so long. What was really funny.. was how we ended up coming together. ::he closed his eyes for a minute as he lowered his head, and this part was weird.. because it had nothing to to with respect for Ciani.. but the battle he was about to mention. See, Hosaka was the type of warrior, that no matter how hard, or easy the battle was, it was sacred. Fighting to Hosaka, was like praying to the Christians; it was a must, and it also was very personal, holy if you will. He never once fought without honor, never getting the advantage from striking a person from behind, and never fighting in larger numbers, the art of war, and battle, was truly a very sanctimonious thing to him...:: I was in the midst of battle..fighting against this man by the name of "RPD" which..is a rather...homosexual name, but that's not important. Ciani wandered onto the field, and witnessed me beating the hell out of him, and she decided she'd intervene on his behalf. She didn't really stick out to me much then. because to be honest, she wasn't much to look at, the only thing I liked about her was the will to fight. Well, I ended up kicking the hell out of her as well, and she fled from the scene. A few days later, she attacked me again, and I beat the shit out of her. This little cycle continued, until one day..I decided that I'd go to her instead. I went to her, and she was so scared, it was just funny. I shot her in the kneecap with a .45 that I had at the time, and then shot her in the gut. Then beat on her until she just couldn't take it anymore, she gave up. Normally, I'd consider using a gun, dishonor, but considering what she had done to me previously...I just wouldn't call anything wrong. ::he had a little shine about his face.. it seemed he was a little happier now that he had brought the battle up..:: That was how it all started. She ended up my slave though, something to do with serving the son of Lucifer blah blah blah bunches of petty bullshit. I had to kill her though, and that was too bad. ::he didn't even cease to smile, truth be told, Hosaka didn't care that she was dead, and he was glad in fact, because he was tired of being used; it was just the constant torment of being alone that was really bothering him. He slowly brought his head back up to her, his deep violet twins locking onto her enchanting eyes..:: It's really hard to just "hook up" with someone trustworthy, Onyx. I can't just look at a girl and say "well she's trustworthy" and there we go. I don't like the fact that I am alone, that is my biggest problem right now. I'll stick through it though, I'm not a pussy or anything, and it's not like being alone is something new either..::he laid back on that grassy plain, his hands folding behind his head to serve as a "pillow" of sorts. His eyes didn't leave her's once the entire time..it seemed he was lost in them, which wasn't really a bad thing, but he didn't want to "weird her out" at all..::

Essence of Onyx: ::The shade of Onyx's full inky black lips, wrapping lightly around her cigarette in a slight pucker, emphasized all the more just how pale she was, sharply contrasting that even blue skin.. Some people thought it was horrid to be cursed with coloring such as dark hair and eyes joined with a soft ivory tone of skin.. but how much more was it to be assumed that Onyx mismatched? She was gales beyond pale, in fact if she was human, the average person would think she had hypothermia, and that combined with her otherwise dark coloring made her out to be a mesmerizing, enigmatic contradiction. What would have looked so frankly bad, like some mistake of creation, ninety nine times out of a hundred suited Onyx disgustingly well. She worked it and there was something highly unordinary about the devilish little creature..what race she was, for instance, was a question so difficult to discern. She "looked" humanoid in form but looks always were deceiving, and the one thing made clear in the midst of the dilemma, was that she was definitely not human. In response to his compliment, she made a valiant effort not to soak it all up, because though conceited she was, he didn't really need to see the extent of that right now.:: Thanks, but when you're around for such a long time, I suppose the seasoned millennia start to wizen even what could have started out as the most foolish beings. I've been around for a while and I've picked up a few things. ::Oh so cryptic she was being now, not saying anything solid about herself, but it wasn't for any kind of selfish reason however, she was just much more eager to hear more about him. Honestly she'd taken a liking to him, which was really freaking odd of her. To not slink off and away right at the request for company had been odd behavior for her as well. She figured that if he really wanted to hear her go into her own "little" life story, that he'd show a definite interest, and there was time to go into that boring (In her mind anyway) bullshit later. If he asked she'd readily oblige, not seeing much of a reason to want to remain so secretive. She was slightly taken with his words this time, and almost hypnotic tone, because though he masked it well it was still apparent that he was hurting and lonely, even. She shoved off of her cushy little perch in the air, taking steps now to close the distance between them, and as she walked even that short length of ground, though it was mostly unintentional, the stereotype, if you will, of Onyx was in full effect. Just the way she moved was alluring to an extreme, but the little show was only playing for a short time, and she plopped herself down on the ground next to him. She wasn't weirded out too terribly by his studying her emotional eyes, as she too was content to keep delving into his, noting, not for the first time either, that they were gorgeous. As soon as she had settled down onto her leather clad ass, curling her legs beneath her, she parted those luscious lips again:: I don't know if you loved her either, but anybody who fucks around on their lover is revealed to be one sad little thing, and that's chock full of shit, if they'd ever claimed to love them. That's not love. This much I know because of first hand experience. ::She didn't sigh or anything at that though, Onyx just wasn't the type who tripped for too long when things fell apart between herself and her love interest, just because that happened so often she kind of expected it. When she got played, she didn't get bent out of shape, she just got even, and fucking around meant that the dull witted he was force fed his own treacherous dick, and then "fed" alive, to Onyx's little pet. Obviously Onyx just didn't put up with that kinda shit, and how many foolish males had expired after getting a little too close to, and then crossing her, well.. the number wasn't one she bothered to keep track of anymore.:: You're not unused to being alone Hosaka, I see that much, but a lot of times alone really is a much happier place than not. The same sad little pattern seems to repeat itself too many times. ::Here, wordlessly she summoned herself a little prop, a tiny black rosebud, no bigger than five inches in total length, which she held lightly in her right hand. The little rose became a metaphor:: We start out the same way, dead smack in the center of these three plains of happiness. ::Here, a shade of the same little rose, withered and dead, appeared below her hand, and above it, another, this one of blown glass, as if someone had crystallized the living one:: It could be worse, could be better, but there's a trap that almost always catches us when we get bold enough to try and better our situation and seek out a little more happiness for ourselves. Where we make ourselves vulnerable with the letting of that kind of trust, is our downfall almost every time. This one here ::The living rose in her hand became the shade, and she plucked down the glass one, holding that instead:: might look all pretty, it shines in the light of the sun, and you'd think it's stronger than it was before, but it's a fallacy. Because this one is the most vulnerable of the three.. So many bad situations can come up, that you wouldn't take nearly so bad before.. but trusting the wrong person makes you into a weakling, and leaves you liable to, well.. ::She flicked her finger sharply against the end of the glass stem, and it broke into a million little pieces instantly, all of them raining down into the grass.:: shatter. That flick could come in the form of Kayin, or some devastating secret, or a million other things that wouldn't have mattered at all, nor been able to hurt you had you just not let yourself be fooled. ::She made the real rosebud tangible and flicked her finger at the stem three times:: See? It just gets a little bent out of shape, and then straightens itself out again. It's not the end of the world. It could take this forever and still be just fine. But just so I don't come off as completely despondent.. there is a little hope for those of us who can't seem to stay content alone.. who need to keep testing their luck.. Because once, somebody just may show up.. who's going to end the wicked little destructive cycle.. and make you stronger, instead of weaker.. If nothing comes along to shatter the vulnerable one for a while... it just might make it up another level, if it's honed and refined by the right person.. in which case, you'll be set. ::She closed her hand around the living rose, and opening it up again, it was glass. Once running her fingertips down the shining stem, as it hung suspended in the air by some curious means, and it was refined again, appearing in it's final stage of glory, etched out of oddly colored diamonds.. diamond being not only a nice sparkly jewel.. but very hard, difficult to scratch, impossible pretty much, to shatter. The bud had opened for her final prop, neat smooth petals, hewn from onyx, for a change, circled around a large brilliant diamond dead in the center of the flower.:: Cuz this one's not breaking. But.. it's understandably, really rare, to get this one.. A good move though, on your way to it, is finding somebody, who's not setting out to fake like they care about you only to shatter you as soon as you let your guard down.. A trustworthy girl might not be so far away as you might think either. ::She set the mass of floral jewels down on her knee, only realizing finally, when she went silent, just how long she had been rambling on and on.. She looked up to the sky, rolling her eyes, and muttering to herself yet another color string of soft profanities, finishing it off with "..good job big mouth", then turning back to see if she'd bored Hosaka to sleep with a little, almost imperceptible wince.::

Hosaka Jenitsu: ::the one thing that Hosaka learned so far about Onyx, well..two things in fact, one is that she was by far, the wisest woman that he had ever met, she knew exactly what she was talking about, and strangely enough, it comforted him to a great extent, and the second thing that he learned, is that this girl had another thing she exceeded all in doing, and that was talking, by far, she had the biggest mouth he had ever heard, and she just went on and on and on, but the good part about this, was that it didn't bore him, even in the slightest bit. She kept his interest, that's for sure, if it wasn't with her neat little "magic tricks" with the rose, it was with her words, that were just bursting with a wisdom he had never witnessed before; obviously she had been in his position a lot more than he had. He really had no problems with her getting closer, because after all..she was rather sexy, and even if he had no sexual intentions so far, being close was always a good thing, and that was probably the farthest thing from her mind at the time, but how many guys do you know that *don't* think about sex at least fifteen times a day? After she had finished her little speech, he decided he'd say a little something, it was kinda hard though, because everything she had said, made him feel almost inferior in the wisdom area, and he really didn't want to sound like a fool..but nevertheless..he let that alluring voice of his flow..:: Once again, I commend you on your wisdom, it's very obvious that you know a lot more about this situation than I do. I honestly appreciate all that you've shown me so far, because it's really making me feel better. ::After she had finished telling her little story, one thing did make him curious, although he wasn't the nosiest of men, he did want to know what exactly made her so knowledgeable of all this..:: If you don't mind me asking Onyx...what all have you been through to make you so understanding of this? I'm really not wanting to sound nosey..but it just struck out to me, that wisdom does come by experience.. and you've got tons of wisdom in this area. I do apologize in advance if it offends you that I ask such a question, but as I said before.. it just struck out at me when you were speaking. ::A small grin rested on his lips as he finished speaking for the moment, as he was speaking though, his head turned to the side a bit so that he could see her when he was talking, because the one thing he liked most about her so far, was not her wisdom, nor her smartass mouth, which he really had no problems with at all, but definitely her gorgeous eyes...:: I believe everything you said was right, no doubt about it. I just see it as a very long road to find someone so perfect, as so they would never hurt me. I honestly think the women I've been with decided to walk all over me because I am Lucifer's son, and they must assume that I have no heart at all, I just wish they would think though, because if I had no heart at all.. why would I seek out a relationship? I would just avoid it at all costs, no doubt about it. Maybe the problem wasn't with the girls at all Onyx, maybe it was me? Do you think I did something to them that maybe angered them? Or hurt them to where they wanted to hurt me in return? ::he closed his eyes for a moment, to actually think about that possibility; he wasn't perfect by a long shot.. but there was nothing that he could remember doing to Ciani at all...:: I don't know though.. I really don't recall doing anything wrong to her, I gave her nothing but the best, she had all of my time, I even let her live at my estate. Perhaps I was too caring, or too loving... gyah.. it's all too sickening to me anymore, so I'd just rather let the past be exactly that.. the past, over and done with, dead and gone. ::he smirked a slight bit.. and grinned, it was all finished in his mind for the most part, but regardless.. he did want to fix those mistakes.. so that it never happened again.. so he sought her wisdom to maybe.. fix that problem he had, if he indeed had one at all..::

Essence of Onyx: ::Onyx was pleasantly pleased to see that she had not put him to sleep with her endless ramblings, so much so that as much as it was not really an expression she chose to wear normally, a genuine smile lit up her gothic styled features for a moment or two, and the full petal soft lips stretched just enough to allow a view of abnormally sharp canine teeth.. but were they really fangs? One would just have to ask Onyx or remain in the dark, but not while they continued to puzzle at them, for she caught herself getting what she considered to be sappy, and chuckled very softly, as it was sickly amusing. The lovely smile was replaced by a smirk. As did most other females, Onyx too had a unique personal scent about her, but it was only noticeable within the immediate proximity of her, not strong by any means, rather, somewhat faint, and light. She smelled lightly of the clarity in the winter air in the dead of night, perhaps as if one was sitting on the beach blanketed in perfect darkness, listening to the surf with only the soft lights raining down from a million stars to caress over the earth. The slight feminine abs, flawlessly toned across the front of her impossibly tiny waist rippled faintly as she sat, in response to something, and the fluid little ripple could just barely be spied on the bare patch of soft blue skin between the bottom of her shirt and the waist of her nicely oiled leather pants, skin tight and stretched nicely taut around her slight hips, dangerously low cut for that matter. But the double width mahogany belt helped to hide some of that exposed skin, so she didn't look all ho-ish. Onyx discovered that her long neglected cigarette had died out, and after the initial glance down at it, in the hand that was resting against the ground at her side, no more glances were wasted and she repeated the black flame from her delicate finger trick, and lit the bitch up again, taking a long hard drag, letting the smoke leak it's way haphazardly back out of her mouth again much later during the course of her speaking.:: I thank you again, but I've got to repeat that when you are almost as old as time, you build up a lot of life lessons, and within the length of only a few mortal life spans, you've been schooled to so much that forever after, you just kind of know how things work, and so whether or not I'm worthy of being labeled wise isn't cut and dry. It's not so much that I'm wise in essence, I've just lived a lot by now. As for the question, well.. before I can properly answer it, I suppose I would first have to explain a little more about myself in general. I don't want to go too deeply into this however, because I might never reach the end of it and we'd be stuck here indefinitely. I've talked your ear off already I'm afraid. But since you've asked, as well as gone so readily into details about yourself, it's only fair that I accept the request. I am a lesser devil, from another dimension, in truth, the "Devilette" if you will accept such a non professional term, of Temptation and Desire. My purpose was originally to, well, tempt men of all kinds, mortal, immortal, and of so many variations of races it would boggle an ordinary mind to try and comprehend the list. It wasn't really hard at all.. I mean, I take no pride in this but the sight of me was all that it took to tempt and win over the masses; I didn't even have to speak a single word. Temptation incarnate you might rightfully call me, and I acted as such. And so for centuries I did just that, but after a while, playing with all of these creatures began to sicken me, and I longed for something a little more meaningful, even if it wasn't in the list of job duties.. It never was specifically stated that a devil isn't allowed to chase after happiness if he or she wishes anyway. Tentatively I started to let myself care about them, one at a time of course, each in his own turn.. but it was an unchanging vast disappointment for me, and when the rare instance came about in which I found myself approaching happy, it was doomed to crash and burn. I took out my frustrations on each and every one of those who dared to cross me and cause me pain and strife. I won't go into my methods though by the time I had finished not a one was left alive. Cheated on, lied to, used, abused, neglected, mistreated,... I've been on the receiving all of it so many times that the years have instilled in me an impatience to look anymore. I let happy flit off to rest on other people's shoulders, and abandoned my position, sneaking off here and trying to just live a somewhat ordinary life for a time. ::She shifted the focus onto him again for a bit:: Of course a heartless person wouldn't ever bother to seek out a relationship, that's simple common sense. And since you are somewhat concerned with seeking out a little happiness for yourself, it proves you have a heart. Those women who assumed that you didn't and that it was reason to walk all over you were sick and stupid. Simpletons are never worth the time nor affections of any being of higher intelligence. ::Here she turned slightly to face him and took a few short soft puffs of her cig:: Take it from one who only knows because of hard earned real situation knowledge.. When the mate in question goes as low as to cheat, there's nothing you can rightly say to trace a trail of blame for their actions back onto yourself. It was their choice, their action, and their own fault entirely if they're the one who cheats. There is simply no excuse for it. This Ciani, if you loved her, or just cared about her somewhat, did wrong in being unfaithful to you. That's her bad, her fault, and she's paid for it. You CAN'T ::there she paused for a second for a little emphasis.:: take any blame for what she did. My honest opinion now, you've just been finding yourself involved with the wrong kind of person. There is someone out there somewhere who is right for you and who won't treat you as these others have.. and you have one of two choices, either to bother to continue to look for her, or stop, and not trouble yourself about it, though in that you leave little room for there to be a whole lot of joy in your life. Which is better for you, is something only you can decide. Continuing to look runs the risk that you get hurt further, but all that will be justified if and when you do find her one day. ::A quiet, almost subdued inward look settled over her eyes then, and a brief little flash of pain washed over the rosy depths::

Hosaka Jenitsu: ::Damn..every time she spoke, she made even more sense; it was obvious that she wasn't an idiot, and she was telling the truth, because really.. what did she have to gain out of this other than a talk? So she must be telling the truth. This did intrigue Hosaka to a very large extent, he hadn't ever met a woman who was truthful from the start, or that he met on good terms; this is exactly what set her apart from the other girls, women really. So far, everything about her was perfect, from her looks, to her personality, and even that little smartass mouth she had, it just flowed together, so fluid, so... unbelievable. He had his doubts that she was as perfect as she seemed, but instead of using wisdom, just like he should, he wouldn't accept any other opinion of her, until he saw the flaws himself...:: That's too bad really. I hate how people feel the need to run you over, and tear you apart when you're finally ready to just settle down, and find happiness. It seems as if no one can accept that at first, nor will any other person who just wants to use you for something. So right now Onyx, I have no real woman I am looking for, I am just going to let time send me along, and tell me who the right person is. I think that'll be the best way to go with it, instead of just taking any girl that comes along until I find one I am happy with, you know? ::The girl had to be as blind as a bat if she couldn't tell how full of shit he was, well he wasn't completely, but to him, maybe time had already sent him to the right one, yeah..it was obvious that he had taken a bit of interest in her, but now was *not* the time to hint to her that he did, or even give in and tell her, he'd just play it cool for a while...and let time sort it out...:: As for your past, I find it all very interesting, not that you have been hurt so much, but that any man would be fool enough to do so. Also..I kinda like the idea that you're a "Devilette," I think it's kind of..cute, and sexy in your own little way. You've lived quite a long time, that's for sure, you're older than I am, as odd as it sounds..it's the truth. I am a mere twenty five hundred, and one years old, which is a lot, but not really anything compared to you, I suppose. ::He had a lot of years under his belt when it came to killing, but very few when it came to "love" or "happiness" All he knew was killing, for well over half of his life, and why he changed that, is beyond even him. He was the perfect assassin, no feelings, no remorse; it all made the job so easy for him. But all of that, had no weight in the world of love or happiness.. 'tis a pity that he was just a rookie in this area... but then again.. he probably would've never met her any other way.. so this is probably the best possible route..::

Essence of Onyx: ::Onyx's large and expressive eyes slipped closed for a long lingering moment, and she seemed to be sighing very softly, nestling her forehead lightly against her upturned knees after turning to sit in a much more traditional position. Moving a bit after her legs had been curled beneath her was a nice little relief. Matter of fact, it felt too good for her to stop there, and she rocked back slightly, keeping her feet both planted to the ground, until a bit of neat back bending allowed her to plant her hands instead, reaching above her head to do so. She kept the continuous fluid motion up, though it was a bit hurried, and she flipped her entire body up and over backwards, exchanging her foundations of balance from hands to feet, just as soon as each leg had made it's journey around and met with the ground again. She found herself upright again soon enough, and took the time then to brush away whatever bits of grass had clung to her ass. The cigarette hadn't been forgotten nor crushed, as she'd kept it safely between two fingers, and she rested it between her lips. Perhaps the acrobatics were a bit too showy, but she was starting to get stiff after sitting on the ground for so long, twisted up like a pretzel composed her lower half. Her voice spoke nothing as far as giving hints to what her actual age might be, it sounded timeless, and smooth to an unreal extreme.:: People in general aren't worth the time we all waste on them nevertheless. ::Her eyes were quietly complacent, unchanging in their expression as she registered the "plan" he'd BSed for himself. She didn't buy it, after all only a short while before he'd been visibly upset about being alone, and that didn't just reverse itself in so little time. But as it wasn't her business to muddle up what he did and did not want for himself, she played along a little:: Sounds like a plan. But if your scheme is to wait around indefinitely for her to stumble on you, that might deal you a very long waiting period.. and you could run out of patience and run out of fuel to keep yourself hoping. And then you might find yourself one day to be in a place where you can't be sure that you even remember what happy felt like. Which isn't really that horrible of a place to be, gliding through the days and months and years is relaxing and simple, and maybe even a good idea for some. My past, well.. as for being hurt I deal with that very well, as I've had so much practice in doing so. It wasn't really that traumatic for me in those early years either. It's just kind of the way I work.. not letting things get to me. The fools never learned their lessons but I haven't had to exterminate any of their kind in quite a while now. As for how old I am..::She paused and fretted a moment, calculating figures in her head.. she hadn't thought about this in many years now.:: Adding up the years gets to be next to pointless when it reaches the million year mark.. ::True that she was ancient, but she looked so young. Not a day over 21, in human figures anyway::