Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140329045024/@comment-24147026-20140330070359

Cash was taking a stroll in one of Vale's smaller parks. He had his hands in his pocket and a pair of headphones on. If one were to look at him, they would find it odd he was out at this time of the night. He, on the other hand would pay that metaphorical person no mind. The world could melt away for all he cared, he just wanted to stretch his legs and bob his head to the synthetic beats.

It had been hard for him to convince the others to let him be in control, normally he wouldn't even try for the position. He had never really seen the point in being the "driver", rather more content to offer his own commentary from the space he carved out in the collective mind.

Tonight was a bit different, with the others loudly squabbling for the chance to do what they wanted, Cash had spoken up to his "brothers" and offered a sound -slightly biting- reason for wanting control: He needed out for some peace and quiet from their constant strife.

That brought him to his current place, still walking aimlessly through the lit path of the park. He had turned his music player off to better get a sense of the zen and silence. It was slowly but surely being interrupted though. A loud rushing sound seemed to be descending toward him.

Cash merely grunted in annoyance. Whatever it was, it wasn't his problem. He'd be damned if he'd give up his only time to play the big dumb hero or even villain. That was roles for his brothers to play, not his.

"Let the sky fall." He muttered, never glancing up.

He kept his head down, refusing to budge for whatever came next. Instead of a meteorite or a alien up for a night of probing. Cash's head was met with a small "thwack" to the back of it. This caused him to look up in annoyance, looking for whoever thought it was funny to hit someone.

His eyes met nothing but a simple curved staff. It was a indigo color, sleek, and seemed to be floating in mid-air. He was awe-struck for the barest of seconds, before remembering what it had did.

"Hey, that wasn't cool man." He said gruffly to the staff, waiting as if it would actually respond. When none came, he reached for it's base. A bright indigo light engulfed him from contact, and at that moment, Cash was gone.

In that single contact, he was now everywhere in the universe. He was every being that ever needed to feel the warm embrace of compassion, to see that empathy was not just a word. However, he was distant enough to begin to understand what motivated them. The basic emotions that drove everyone, oddly enough, his "brothers" were shown last. Each one a different color than himself.

Green for Cassian, Orange for Leucetius, Yellow for Id; Violet for Cass, Red for CL, and Blue for Cee. He could feel them all at once, he could see why they acted the way they did and why. He felt like all he needed to do was call out to them, and he could channel the emotions they felt.

Just like that, the indigo light faded. Cash was in the same position he was before it happened, now however, he held the staff in his hand. In the other, he now wore a indigo ring. It felt right, it felt like it was the glue that fixed him, made him whole. Not entirely though, like anything else, he could still feel the cracks. He would need them to fully understand others.

The ring began to speak in a feminine tone, shocking Cash out of his reverie.

" CASSIAN LEUCETIUS, HUMAN OF SECTOR 1105.

YOU POSSESS THE ABILITY TO LEARN OF TRUE COMPASSION.

WE WELCOME YOU TO THE INDIGO TRIBE."

Cash was a bit taken back, but from the indigo light he had learned so much. Seen so much. It was far too late to turn back, he simply let a small smile form on his features as he pointed the ring toward the staff in hand. Compassion had fixed him, mended him. It was time he showed everyone else what it could do.

"Let Hope, Willpower and Love try to end plight

Let Greed, Fear and Anger offer paths to might

Abin Sur's sacrifice gives us our right

Let every being know-- of Compassion's light!"

The words came to him instantaneously, he was not aware of who said them to him, or if they even made sense. It didn't matter, the ring seemed to become charged with their saying. That was enough for him as he changed his clothes to something more befitting of a man going to show what's right. It was a simple indigo shirt, bearing the same symbol on his ring and staff. He splurged on the pants, making them slightly armored, just in case someone tried to take his compassion for weakness. He wore no shoes, finding them to be a waste if anything.

He had no time for such things as it were, he had a mission. No longer just a bunch of lost voices calling in the dark. Cassian Leucetius had a light to fill the void. He would fill the entire world with it when the time came.

Smiling wider at the thought, he began to fly up in the sky, noting how beautiful the stars looked.