The Frozen Borders (Open To All)

[DARONOMA]

Over the course of the ten year war, conflicts between the Yajuu and Isutus had grown ever more stronger, and right in the middle of it, the Resistance was trying all in all to keep the two from blowing the world in half. Down along the borders of Russia and many other controled countries, lies small outposts, stringed out across miles of fences and barricades to keep both sides of the war out. Among a few of the outposts, lie metal cascets, or, rather pods, scattered all along the area, along with hordes of bodies outside of the fence.

"Bah! Of course, first they send us to Columbia and Brazil to resolve conflict, which ended horribly, then they deport us to Russia... FU**ING RUSSIA!?"

This creature seemed to be complaining to a fire more or less, and was leaning against a fence post, his name was Daronoma Caliber, equipt with only a shiny white coated armor and snow camo weapons, he seemed more to blend with winter storms than settled snow and ground. Poking out of the top of his helmet, which was hard to contrast, would be his darker than tail ears, which poked about every once in a while in hopes someone would actually call to him. Behind him, fluttered a fluffy ghostly white tail, which seemed clumped and frozen slightly from snow.

The man grumbling a bit and would shake his head, side stepping to the fence and glancing to the other side, keeping his focus for a moment, his helmet would adjust the visor to zoom and in motion would be another combat against Yajuu and Isutus. The man slowly reached around to the H-Scar slinged around his back, already knowing that an attack may come, flicking his 3 fingers towards the outposts lonely tower, a signal would blink a light from the tower, and soon the towers would return with the same blink of light.

Looking back to his glowing fire, he would sigh and wave his hand over it, the flames, seeming almost to follow his hand, would black itself out, and some of the smoke could be seen going into his hand. "Honestly, why can't I find at least one person here that speaks freaking English."

[TOKOZ]

The winds of the snowy country blew over the cold ground, and suddenly, something else did too. A horse, but not a horse to anyone familiar with the mundane animal, blew across the snow, it's shadowy body flitting across the white, leaving most to think the sudden change in color to be merely the snow playing tricks on them. The more attentive might be able to catch a glimpse, and realize that it was in fact a rider, bearing down on the towers, coming to the barricade as fast as it could go. It swerved toward a pod, and as it reached the door area, vanished like smoke.

From nearbye, a voice, in a rather bad whisper, one that seemed to express a general "Screw being secretive, I'm tired" feeling on the speakers behalf, could be heard. "Hey! There anyone here? Alive preferably, quite enough dead people here, and Ah'd like a break rather than more bloody work if it's all the same, thanks." From the gloom, a young man, around 17 or so, emerged. His long duster brushed over the snow, and his scarf was nearly frozen. He wore armor beneath his coat, bearing the symbol of a Yajuu guard regiment, with large gashes through the crest.

Likely, these were made by the large longsword he had attached to his belt. The black blade seemed to be giving off a slight amount of black mist, but in the light from the fire, it could be steam from the hot blood he was wiping off the bottom part of the handle. His silver hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and as he looked at the guard, he pushed his glasses up his nose, and grinned happily. "Ello there! How are you? Little boring Ah'd imagine? Shame. Name's Bran, you?"

[DARONOMA]

He would stare, almost contently into the fire, before pirking his ears back behind him and quickly twirling around, aiming his gun instinctively at- a horse?
For a minute he actually lowered his gun and behind his dull gold visor, raised an eyebrow at the beast, for last he checked, it was too cold for normal horses to even get here, let alone be ridden.
Then, he noted that the horse was heading towards one of the scattered pods on the other side, and then... Vanished!? He would quickly raise his gun once more and scan the area, something wasn't right here.

"Hey! There anyone here? Alive preferably, quite enough dead people here, and Ah'd like a break rather than more bloody work if it's all the same, thanks."

His ear would then pirk and shift itself to face a voice, a rather young one at that. He would turn with gun pointed at the man and quickly assese whom it was.

Looked 17, tall, white male, peircing black eyes? He would shake his head from the eyes and inspect the rest, slashed Yajuu insignia, black sword with an mist around it, this was no human, he could already tell.

"Ello there! How are you? Little boring Ah'd imagine? Shame. Name's Bran, you?"

He would raise his eyebrow once again and lower his gun, a Yajuu warrior wouldn't have all but charged by now. Even if this man seemed friendly, he still had to figure out whose side he was on.
"I don't mean to be rude but, who's side are you exactly on? Cause if your on any but the side im on, I get the whole right to light you up like a candle." He said this in a rather serious but quizingly voice, he meant no real harm, and no meaning to interupt, but he had to identify the man, and if any answer but the one he wanted came up, he'd have to act on it.

[TOKOZ]

Bran grinned at the man in front of him. "And why should Ah? You got a gun, Ah've got a sword. Not fair at all. And Ah have a perfect chance of not saying the wrong thing." He chuckled, and tapped the breastplate he wore. The icy metal clacked against his gauntlet, as the snow blew around his furry cloak. He was obviously not native, but the cold didn't seem to bother him mutch at all.

He looked at the yajuu, his eyebrow quirked. "I'm not really on anyone's side, Boy. I ensure balance, and thus I assist." He smiles at some private joke, before becoming serious again. "Yes, I'm an Assistant. " He grins, and gestures to the emblem. "Disguise. Was poking around some in the Yajuu territory. Had to fit in." He smiled widely, revealing his teeth to be pointed, like a wolves. "I'm on nobody's side but the Dullahans, the ferryman of the dead, those who cart from one world to the next. We been called Shinigami, Grim Reapers, but Dullahan is our favorite."

He slowly begins walking toward the man, and all traces of humor are gone now. "Ah'm a member of the resistance at tha moment. So I return the question ta its sender. What banner does your soul fly? Cause If it's colors run different, for the sake of my mission, so must I make your blood run cross this snow." His hand grasped his sword, and he tensed, looking at the man, waiting.