In search of the dark [Sul] [Los Angales, California]

After his scuffle with a young necromancer boy, Sul felt like he had limited options. He had saved a persons life when he was going to commit suicide, yet he only preserved him alive so that he could serve as the necromancers slave. Apparently he brought him back to life and gave him a 'second chance'. He harnessed great powers over shadows and darkness, ones that Sul had seen before but not in the same scale. Alice had similar powers when they went to a hurricane disaster relief mission. But again, not the same. He harnessed teleportation and a stronger control over his power. Sul could only assume it was the same power that granted him necromancy. Magic irritated him. He hated dabbling into 'spirits' and 'underworld' powers, mystical energies that nobody could understand, just powers they would harness and use for their own purpose.

Not that he didn't want to visit Sean. It had been quite some time. And as far as Sul was concerned, he was the closest thing he knew to a "magic expert". Sean was a bit more of a stationary target than Sul. Instead, Sul would rather be roaming about helping in anywhere he could. He didn't exactly have a 'home'. He decided to walk, rather than take the bus. They were usually too crowded, and he got too many ugly looks. It was a long night, he felt a little sore from his scrap with John still. Sticking his fingers in a puncture wound in his shoulder, it seemed it cauterized okay. But he was still dumbfounded on his whole healing process anyways. He might as well forget about it for now, it wasn't going to heal off willpower alone. He just had to give it time.

Stretching his arms behind his back, he clasped them and stretched his shoulder muscle. Putting tension on his arm muscles helped soften them up a little. He hoped to get all the 'knots' out so that he could feel a bit better. He was in no mood to run into another no-name villain again. Getting John out of his head was impossible. He felt guilt over letting that kid get away with everything. He didn't have much control over the situation, which is why he was getting some backup. Once arriving towards Sean's residence, he sighed and walked towards the front door. Raising a closed fist to knock on the door, the heavy rock-like object came towards the door. Sul stopped an inch before making contact on the wooden siding, remembering it would probably splinter. He knocked fairly softly in his books, hoping it could still be heard.

Sean had opened the door to greet him. A smirk grew from the side of his mouth at meeting an old friend.

"Sean, hope this isn't bad timing. I could use your help with something. Do you got some time to talk?"

Following Sean through the house, he couldn't help but notice how luxuriant the house appeared. Sul had never possessed such material things in all his life, and probably never would. Entering a living room type area, he noticed a second character. Never seen him before, but he assumed Sean had more friends than just himself of course. Sul returned the glance at Aaron before diverting his attention back to Sean. He looked down at the area Sean designated him to sit, but then gave Sean a look as if it told him "Do you really want me to break your chair?" His explanation was long, so he had to try and give a sum up version.


"Right, well its sort of complicated. And you know how I am about magic." Sul started off talking too fast, and covering way too much ground. He decided to take a quick pause and start from the top. It was a long story, he knew. So he took a deep breath. "Well, here goes the sum up... Just at the museum downtown, I was talking to a friend there after hours. A thief was there, so i decided to stop him while I was already in the building. To make a long story short, he was this guy who was revived from the dead only to be some kid's puppet to do his petty chores.. By petty chores I mean stealing artifacts from the museum. Well, I decked this guy pretty good using that technique Pain used on us at the junkyard. He was going to kill himself for not getting the artifacts, but I stopped that. Unfortunately, this kid showed up and had some sort of black magic that could transport him anywhere around the room. Well, he took the guy with him and escaped. The ice-thief-guy was telling me he was behind everything. I was hoping since you know a lot about magic stuff, you could give me some sort of help tracking the guy down."


Taking a deep breath through his nostrils to regain all that he spent in describing what happened, Sul knew it was a long shot if Sean had retained everything he just said, so he decided to clarify anything he missed. "I can answer any questions."

It was a bit odd to Sul that the kid and Sean's friend had the possibility of being related. Though he supposed it was a possibility. Sean did appear to be attracted to all sorts of things related to magic. It wouldn't surprise him if he chose some of his friends for that purpose. The amulet burned for a second which caught Sul's eye. It had a surprising resemblance to the one that the necromancer kid had stolen. Something told him that it was an important detail he shouldn't leave out. But he held his breath until it was his turn to speak.

It proved to be easier than he thought, tracking the kid down. He was quite proud of the fact that he decided to come see Sean regarding the incident instead of somehow attempting to blindly follow his leads like he always did. Somehow however, the topic got changed to his injury.

"Oh, don't worry about this. It's fine, really. I don't think there is anything you can do about it anyways. It'll heal itself up eventually, it always does." And it did. But he left out the part of how long it took. Sul was fatigued, he didn't know whether or not he would have the strength to fight his opponent again. He needed some quick rest, hopefully during the trip to wherever they had to go to rescue John.

"I also meant to mention, that necklace you have around your neck Sean. I could be mistaken, but its very close to the one that he stole from the museum. He only stole the one item, and it looked almost exactly like that one. Not sure if it was different or not. But fairly close."

He was glad the topic of his injury was dropped. Moving on, it seemed the amulet had little to do with any connection to Sean's necklace anyways. So it was useless information after all, oh well. Couldn't have hurt to try. Sul's eyes quickly returned to meet Aarons after something he said.

"The amulet means nothing to me. Trinkets and charms don't fascinate me or send me on wild chases after necromancers. I'm here to save the person that he sent to steal it. The kid is using him as a puppet, and he's doing it against his will. He revived him from the dead and called it a 'second chance', when the guy has no control over his life at all. He tried to kill himself again to get out of it. Don't you see how wrong that is?" Most of the time his face was serious, not that it was easy to tell. But it was even more so now. He would throw away all the amulets in the world to save one person. That person had no right to take his life away, take away his 'second chance'. If you have such power it should be used to give people their lives back. The lives they lost in death.

He wasn't sure who this Aaron character was, but he hoped he had a sense of morality similar to his own. If anything, he could maybe lure him into the quest through the seemingly useless amulet.

Raising his eyebrow, he was glad someone finally understood him. After arguing with the necromancer kid, it appeared everything he said was always falling on deaf ears. But now someone finally saw the truth of what Sul saw. It helped him move forward to the goal, if anything. Sul had thought Sean would be the one helping him track down the necromancer through his knowledge of magic, but it seemed Aaron was going to be that person this time. Knowing nothing about magic, he subconsciously shrugged to himself at the thought that he couldn't just expect Sean to know everything about it and instantly find the exact person he described. Taking Aaron's lead would be the best choice for now.

He exited outside, but didn't know the direction to head. He supposed it was best to follow their lead. The sun was trying to be welcoming, but Sul had pulled an 'all-nighter' after the museum incident. He could go for a long sleep after this.

Coming across the mansion, Sul was difficult to impress. Not that he had lavish things, it was that he considered them temporary things in life. Things that didn't mean nearly as much as his other ideals. A familiar voice rang overhead, that of which he heard just the other day. His words somewhat brought a smile to Sul's face. He was glad that it was so easy locating him. He yelled out so that the speaker could hear him loud and clear, and give his response.

"Should you have expected less? I gave you a promise. Free that man, you have nowhere to hide now. All that's left here for you to choose is destruction or freedom. The latter is easier." Sul knew he was talking to a speaker, but he didn't care much. What he said was true. The necromancer was cornered, and Sul would tear apart his mansion brick by brick if he had to in order to prove his point. He somehow knew Sean. Though, Aaron was his relative. It wasn't too unexpected if he really thought about it.

He had gone this far, why would a trap make him turn tail and run now? He was going headfirst into a battle against an opponent he knew little about, and injured at that. Though somehow he had the confidence he was going to win. Sean and him made a good team, and it was rare there was an obstacle they couldn't overcome. Maybe his confidence came from his blood loss, who knew. He looked at Sean and then Aaron as they conversed about the obvious statement of the impending trap laid before the small band of rescuers.

"If you don't want to come, that's fine. I'm just grateful you had enough knowledge to lead me here to finish the job I started. I'm not leaving here without that guy being freed. End of story." He was about to go and open the door ahead of them himself when the doors swung wide, a welcoming invitation into the battle before them. A familiar face was there to greet them. John from earlier?

"Meeting again wasn't chance. I came here to get you out of here. Fight with us, we can take that shrimp. You can do this, I know you can." He looked at John with emboldened eyes. Somehow he had it engraved that this man would help them, even though previously they were fighting each other to the death. "Your life is meant for more than doing his petty errands. If you are given a second chance, use it for you, not for him."