Gaining the idea of Seeking for memories (Bou v Glave)

Slowly would Bou rise from his 'slumber'. The sharp pain that he'd been given from Gorandis had subsided for the time being, and in all Bou felt OK. His own appearance seemed normal, everything about him seemed...normal. At least for now it did. He would stand, a sigh given as he'd shake his head. "Trainer not very nice...." he'd say with a groan, not liking the fact that the man that was training him, or so Bou thought, had suddenly knocked him out with such swiftness and depraved magics. Still, Bou's journey had to continue, and thus it would!

He'd go on to making his way out of the Bygonegrove, continuing westward, his voyage would now land him within the marshes. "Oooh! Is weird." he'd say, the scenery being completely different than a town, or even the forest. He went on to continuing his voyage south then, looking and stopping for certain things to simply inspect them, thinking everything as of now had just been...normal.

He might've been in for a rude awakening pretty soon though.
(Bou Zeboul)
Deciding that he was finally ready to face off the skeleton that had taken away his tounge. Glave went to the Trystle Caverns. Hoping to actually find the flaming skeleton. But in the end. He came up empty. So he went forward. Pushing northern as he went into the dead land marshles.

Cutting through the cavern and ending out in the rather yucky deadland marshles that he Ooh so dreaded. Glave hoped to find the skeleton so he could crack his skull in. There wasn't much more to do in his current state since 1. He couldn't read. 2. His ancestor was rather being quiet on any other lessons that he could teach him. So, with a shrug of his shoulders. Glave brushed it off and went to presue his own goals. Hopefully ending that skeletons life, but he had to make sure that his emotions wouldn't overwhelm him and take over. Causing him to forget about extracting information from the creature. . . Which reminded him. He needed to find out a sure way of finding out any secrets from those who he had defeated. Making sure that he could extract important details and information from those who he choose.

It would certainly help him out in the future.

But as of now. Glave was walking straight into the center of the deadland marshles. A place where most encounters was held, and today. Seemed to be just his luck as he ran into the same purple haired freak that he had seen before.

Frowning. He stared at it. Standing afar as he let both arms hang to his sides. He wasn't afraid of the monster. But instead. Glave stared after it. Knowing that it's goo was able to stick out like tendrils and act like whips and also used for mobility. So he knew. That whatever this creature was thinking. Wasn't good.

Unless he wanted to ask for forgiveness?
(Glave)
So far, things were going good, perfect even! Bou was able to see the sights, to learn what he wanted, he had freedom! He honestly was loving every moment of this, save for the part where Gorandis straight kicked his ass, but it was a learning moment honestly. Anyways, Bou would just look past such, he still figured Gorandis was his teacher in some way, and the pain felt before had subsided...that meant that the man didn't -really- mean to cause harm to Bou, right? Ya, Bou decided to just go with that honestly...

Moving on though, he would soon find himself in a troubling position. No, not troubling, but just strange. Glave, a child not seen for a year or so, had once more been in front of Bou. A stare given now, these two doing nothing more other than...well staring. For a while they didn't seem to say a word, and Bou hadn't really known what to do in this situation. He was going to get ready and speak before...it happened.

Bum bum!

A burning pain was suddenly felt upon his chest, and Bou quickly gripped it. A dim crimson light would shine through the neckhole of Bou's shirt if only for a moment. "Hrng...Hrng!" Bou seemed to struggle with whatever this was, but soon stopped as reality began to kick in. He remembered now, what Gorandis said before he was unconcious. "Is...3...years?" he'd say puzzled a bit just before his head suddenly went down, hiding his face for a short while.

"Is....Stupid..."

He'd suddenly say, depravity oozing off of the little one, and darkness slowly seeping upwards from the ground to surround Bou. "Makes fun of....Thinks is strong- BUT NO! IS STUPID! IS WEAK! HAS BECOME STRONG TO PUT IN DIRT!" he'd suddenly shout, his head shooting upwards, and an awful-rageful glare is shot towards Glave's direction. Bou's hand suddenly reaches for his own staff, a build up of uncontrollable rage quickly rising within him only due to the curse of Gorandis.

"Will...make pay! Will put in dirt!" he'd exclaim yet again. How was Glave going to take that though? Maybe he'd deliver a beating to Bou once more in order to shut him up? Then again, with the odd amount of depravity and darkness looming about the area, maybe he'd just run?
(Bou Zeboul)
It had seemed that just the mere sight of Glave had upsetted the tar like creature.

Probably just by looking at him, the creature had remembered the very day that he had easily overwhelmed the creature and put him into the ground. The only reason why he thought of it. Was because that's the first thing that came into his mind once he saw the purple mohawked creature. It was really easy to y'know. Forget a thing that was made out of a blob and transformed into yourself. A perfect mirror copy that even had the power to actually copy all of your moves. Skills, and even thoughts. Granting it all of the memory and experiances that you have obtained. It caused him to be rather more warry around creatures such as it. Since most of them were unpredictable. Which made him think of something. Why not try to gain some information out of this creature? It would benefit him if he had met anymore of its kind. More or less. It'd be quite the experiance. But the question was.

Is it going to give the information freely? Or not?

A crimson light suddenly ripped through Bou's shirt as it blared out with intensity. He watched as the creature clutched the area and started to double over in pain. Standing still. Glave watched carefully as he wanted to observe this. Not caring for what the happened to it. But to what was happening to it. Mumbled words came from the creature as it started to move once more. but still seemed as if it was in pain. Then he spoke out. Saying ' Is . . . 3. . . years' But no, rather questioned it. What did that mean? Paying attention. Glave hoped that he would find out sooner or later.

Then there it was again, the creature acting strange once more. Ushering its own head down as if it tried to hide itself from him. Which made Glave wonder what exactly was happening to it. Which it suddenly came as it remarked out. 'Is . . . Stupid.' His frown getting deeper. He wasn't liking what was coming up. A dark sensation started to leak out from within Bou. Oozing out into the atmosphere one by one. Slowly but it was sure taking over the area. Starting from the ground up. Glave had even noticed the affect that the ground had taken upon it. What exactly was happening to it? What was this presence that he was feeling? It's thick and unsettling. Eerie even. But that didn't matter as Glave watched and saw how it worsened. What could've caused this to happen? He surely wasn't like those horrid yokai creatures. So what was this.

Then there it was, the comments. But it was more like rage in a sense of terms. Keeping quiet and calm. Glave continued to stand his ground and just stare after Bou. Not breathing a word as he continued to examine the creature as he shouted in such feriocity. It was nerving actually as it roared with such hate as it's eyes seemed to be burning like hell-fire as the creature stared hard after him.

The creature suddenly grabbed its staff and raised it against him. Then threatened him that he wil pay . . . and with dirt?

Reaching back for his sword, He pulled it forward and pointed the tip of it towards the ground. Continuing to stare at Bou. His energy aura bursted to life. What was making the creature give off such a wrathful feeling. It was strange. . .
(Glave)
He'd stare at the teen for a while, wondering how they'd proceed with all of this. No, that's not what they were wondering, what was really going through his head was putting this kids face into the dirt! It wasn't confidence, or pride that was making Bou think like this, rather, his rage and hate that was heightened in this moment. Just looking in Glave's direction made the little one want to smash his entire body down into the dirt, and with Glave seeming to stay, Bou would have that chance. His staff would be pulled upwards suddenly, darkness quickly fluxing upwards all around little Bou as tendrils once more began to form around him.

Sadly for Glave, the marshes were sort of an odd place to fight. Very moist, plenty of water...enough for Bou to do what he wanted. Without a word said, the little one would move forward, prepared now to attack Glave and to do what his anger was basically forcing him to.

"Head in dirt!"
(Bou Zeboul)
'Tendrils again . . . really?' Glave thought as he awaited for Bou to start the battle.

No words exchanged. . . well except for him, and the battle was still going about. But the thing was. Glave wasn't worried. He was sure that he was going to win. The only thing that prevented him from doing so. Is if Bou had stopped him. Which could be possibly since Glave hasn't really been training on his own. He usually just took on nice walks and improved on his stealth. That's about it to be honest.

So this was his real chance at a spar from a long time. Or more like his death if Bou doesn't calm his nerves within the few seconds to come.

Which seemed to be the most likely option since as Bou rose his staff. The ground started to wither away as it died off due to some sort of corruption and the water around from the nearby swamps and even the moist ground that they were standing on exploded upwards to his command.

Yeah. . . this was going to be a good one.

The two went at it, Glave passively staying on the defensive side as Bou came at in him in a rather wreckless manner. The only thing that Glave could seek out through his attack style was that he kept on bringing himself to become wide open multiple times. But the thing was. Glave didn't take the chance. People who usually had done something like so, did it on purpose. So it was pratically a trap. But as Glave kept on getting hit with torrets of water and burned by the corrupted land. He had no other choice than to really take that open space to attack.

Which he did, and found out that Bou wasn't doing it on purpose. But it was actually his manner of how he fought. His wrathful design in battle left him right open multiple times.

Quickly finding this out. Glave used it to his oppurtunity to turn the battle in his favors and quickly subdue Bou by knocking him off his feet and kicking him square in his chest and sending him crashing down into one of the murky water banks.

Standing up tall once more. Glave looked at him with a smile hinted on his face. As if he was actually enjoying the battle. Or maybe. Perhaps. . . he was just taunting the creature.

Soon to await for the creature to arise. Glave just stood there once more staring as his weapon was once again. Pointed towards the ground.
(Glave)
 Once again, after a year, would the two go at it yet again. Suddenly Bou went on to tossing out both shadow and water balls alike. Tossing them and exploding them once they reached Glave. He continued this over and over again, not wasting time in a moment like this to unleash all of his rage without hesitation. Even with such anger fueled attacks though, Glave's own more calm and precise blows were enough to keep Bou on edge. Moving about the field, attacking the child over and over again even with the help of some illusionary being. Either way, Glave had been to strong.

A glare was given to the teen as Bou slowly went on to standing back onto their feet. Glaring at the young human for a while just before taking some heavy breathes. His anger only continued to grow it seemed, and letting up was something he didn't plan on doing at this point. He'd begin to move forward once again, attacking Glave once he found his opening. Not letting up for even a second simply because of the curse set upon him by Gorandis.
(Bou Zeboul)
Watching the boy suddenly stand up once more. Glave's even stare bore into Bou. Watching. Waiting.

Bou seemed to be quite exhausted during the midist of their battle. As he panted for a while as he took his ground once more. But he didn't give up. Instead, he just stood there. Glaring at him wth rage. Sureal anger. But what has driven this creature to take it to the surpreme. To go over the edge. What caused it? Was it his pride? Or was it the simplistic fact of him winning the battle the second time they came at the other.

It was just awkward as the creature seemed to be fine with his current state and rush after him once more. Making Glave look over the boy and soon rather look as if he had lost interest in the boy. But instead, he was focusing on him. How many steps he took, in which direction he was looking. All of that. He strained his senses to listen out for things of the unnatural. He knew that this creature had power that can corrupt things. Aswell as shooting out occultic blasts towards him, and even manipulate water to his will.

Seeing as how the two were basically fighting in a swamp that was both filled with water all around and corrupted grounds and plants. Glave was already on the losing side. But how was he going to win? It was obvious. He was going to play it smart. Wait for an opening and end this battle once and for all.

Standing still. He watched Bou walk towards him, circling him if anything until he struck out with a simple movement, summoning a trio of hydro torandos. Coming at him at full force as it tore up the grounds, leaving an aquatic trail behind as he straight for him.

It was only that, Glave disappeared from Bou's sight, only to return right infront of the creature. Charging as two of him came at the tar-like creature hiding in a humaniods mimic.

The battle went on. Glave once again, sitting on the defensive but striking whenever Bou messed up. He knew how the creature fought now. Even though he switched up his style. It didn't take long for Glave to actually come in from the rear side and strike down on him. Slamming the creature multiple times before retreating back. It was an effective strategy as this time he was barely being attacked. But he still was drenched from the near hits of the hydro-torandos that kept on gliding across the battlefield. His body stung each time he stepped on the corrupted grounds that Bou had created. But it was a chance that he had to take since it was either that. Or the murky waters where he knew that the mud underneath would stop his movements. Ontop of Glave being INSIDE water. Which was basically Bou's main use of attacks. So he'd surely be struck and before long. Maybe drowned to death or tortured. So that wasn't an option. So he risked the attacks in order to slowly beat down Bou.

Soon, the battle was closing, and it was obvious that Glave was winning. Rushing out towards Bou. Glave wasted no time as he made a mad dash towards Bou, soon locking his eyes on Bou as he tore down the creatures mental barrier and started to feed him with illusions, coming at the creature straight ahead as his body hung low to the ground in order to evade an attacks that would come towards his upper body. But it seemed that Bou wasn't as disoriented as he thought as a water torret came out from the ground. Striking Glave straight in the chest and sending him sky high. Several of stories into the sky until the torret turned around in mid-air and slammed him back into the ground hard.

The end result wasn't nice as 'Glave' laid on his back on the crushed mud with blood leaking from multiple wounds in his body, lying limp. Bou saw this and did whatever he choose to do after that.

But in actuality. Glave was standing beside Bou. Cutting across the muddy ground as he came from the side. Taking the extra precautions if Bou were to ever break out of the illusion, and as he came up upon the creature. He jumped into the air. Twisting his body, rotating in a 360 degrees to build up momentum as he brought his right foot up towards his chest. Keeping it close as his left foot made impact with the ground, giving him a firm grip as he released his right foot straight into Bou's chin. Sending the creature flying in the opposite direction as the boy flopped over mid-air as a rag doll before crashing and tumbling into the ground several times before coming to a complete stop.

With an even look. Glave sighed as he knew the battle was over. He knew that the blow from his kick and the way how Bou landed on the ground was surely enough damage to keep him out of fighting for a while. He just hoped that he didn't kill the thing.

Reaching him, he found out that the creature was still alive as he was breathing firmly and staring up at him. The only problem was that Glave couldn't tell if he broke the boy's jaw or hit him to hard in the head to the point where he couldn't talk. So there had to be another solution to actually get information out of him.

Looking into the boy's eyes as he crouched down beside Bou and propped his knee up so the creature could sit up and look at him. Glave extended his left hand and pressed his palm onto Bou's chest. He had to try something.

Feeling his mana burn intensly inside of him. He had to call on his ancestor to grant him some power to go on with this method as it was only his first time. Which Henir wasn't to hesitant to give him. Actually willing too.

Searching deep into Bou's mind. He broke down his mental barrier which was way easier now as he brought forth an image. One that he couldn't see but was rather curious to find out. Distorting Bou's senses. He made Bou see him as the mimic's most beloved friend. The one who Bou loved the most and trusted. Thats who Bou soon saw Glave as. It was a tasking task. But Glave wanted to know what had happened.

"What happened Bou? Why were you acting in such a wrathful way? Who did this to you?" he questioned. Wanting to know who exactly did this to him. Other than that, he waited for a while and broke though Bou's thoughts deeper and asked Bou a more deeper and personal question. Hoping that the creature would answer his questions.

" What are you? What are your weakness?" he quizzed.

As Glave talked in the form that Bou saw him as. So did his voice changed. It changed into whoever Bou saw him as.


(Glave)
Once again would the two go off, fighting against one another as if some rivalry. It didn't last long though, and with a few more illusions, Bou soon found himself beaten rather badly upon the ground. If anything, this wasn't as bad as Gorandis's strikes, but it sure as hell wasn't some cake walk. Laying upon the ground, Bou would continue to breathe heavily, anger rising due to his own loss, and the curse only aiding and fueling his thougths even moreso. Glave would soon appear though, and with a quick stare into the mimics eyes things began to change.

For whatever reason, completely unknown, there she was. Belle Zeboul, the little mimics own mother. She had been question Bou, her usual sweet and soft voice...Oh how he loved her, how he loved everything about her....At least...until she asked of his weaknesses. It wa slike Bou's body had been frozen momentarily just before the aching pain had come yet again. Suddenly, his hands would shoot upwards towards his mothers throat, immediatly strangling this woman and shaking her prefusely as he tried to, from what it seems, kill her off!

"Is not weak! Is not!"

He'd be repeating over and over loudly. At least, he thought. In actuallity, he just seemed to probably be flopping about like some odd fish, an unknown little Zeboul indeed.
(Bou Zeboul)
' Should've never went so far.' His ancestor spoke to himside of his head.

'I know that!' Glave yelled back in his mind to Henir.

As his neck was about to be grabbed at, he smacked it away quickly and reached out with his own hand to Bou's throat. Slamming him to the ground hard as his grip had started to tighten.

"Ooh! I know your not weak but we're not going to have this happen. Do you know who I am? Say it for me so I know that you understand who I am or else I will simply end you right here." he threated with the voice that Bou was hearing.

"Tell me who done this too you or else" Glave said in Bou's mesmorized voice. He'd then use his magic further to confuse Bou to give in to his words. But if he wasn't Glave would probably lose it all here and break Bou. He couldn't have loose ends on his watch.
(Glave)
There it was. Glave's own sudden anger had caused his entire plan to suddenly collapse. A slam of Bou's head was enough for the already defeated mimic. Suddenly his eyes lowered, his breathing slowed down, and his form was slowly dripping off the black goop. The goops own main focus here had been regeneration whilst Bou had basically been unconcious yet again. Sort of like when he was with Gorandis.

So far...this adventure has turned out to be nothing more than Bou getting his ass kicked and then knocked out afterwards!
(Bou Zeboul)
Watching Bou's body melt and deform into the black like tar that he once saw before. Glave looked down at the creature in dismay.

Staring at it as he couldn't believe that he failed at gaining intel. Situations like this was something that he wanted to avoid. Only way how he would gain intel from someone was if he actually reached inside of their minds and could see their memories for himself. Only if that could be a thing. A thing that he could do. Frowning. Glave stood up from the knocked out tar.

Raising his hand towards the goop. He thought that he should destroy it. Only that it could prove to be useful to him in the future. So he let it go. But the next time they met. Glave was sure that only one of them would leave out alive.

Turning on his heels. He went back to Nostvale.
(Glave)