1000 years and it still feels like home(Open)

[Van]

"Of course you haven't. Are you over a thousand years?" With that, Van started the battle. Moving lightning fast, he ran toward the man and back-slashed him.

[A.B.A.]

A.B.A. skidded to a stop, her heart racing as she slipped into an alleyway. Checking to see if anyone was watching she morphed back into her usual self, letting Paraclesus take it's key shape back. "Oh no, where could he have gone? I don't even know where he'd be at anymore."

The raspy voice whispered to her again. "Come now, you know him better than this A.B.A. Think of his abilities. Where could be make the best use of them?"

Abilities? Oh, the speaking to spirits trick. Her eyes widened and she rubbed her face with both hands in embarrassment. "The graveyard!" She bolted from the narrow city corridor, nimbly dodging the city folks as she at last arrived in the graveyard in time to see Van and a mysterious being locked in combat. "Van, I'm here!"

[Van]

Not even looking to see if his swipe had hit the man, Van turned around and saw A.B.A. standing at the enterance. "A.B.A.?"

[Nero Whitemarrow]

That was his mistake. Nero dodged the swipe with the exception of his clothes getting cut, when Van turned to see whoever was there he pointed his fingers at him and fired a green energy beam at him.

[Van]

Van was thrown across the graveyard by the blast. He finally came to rest at the fence, where he slumped to the ground. Van got back up, wiping blood from his chin. He hadn't felt the anger since he tore apart his creator, but now he felt it welling up inside of him.

[A.B.A.]

"Van!" A.B.A. rushed to his side, kneeling down to ensure he was okay. Her hands touched the edges of the wound hesitantly, her eyes filled with worry. In a flash her head turned to face the nameless assailant, her eyes white hot with anger. "Who are you, and how dare you attack him? What have we done to you?" She moved to shield most of Van, her body twisting as she heaved Paracelsus from behind her to the front. For the briefest of moments the dull eyes of her blade moved to stare at the strange enemy, from that point on remaining locked on him.

[Nero Whitemarrow]

"Do not attempt to blame me for this fight, I appeared in the graveyard to talk and your comrade attacked me. If there is someone to blame...it's your friend's arrogance for attacking." he sighed, as if he was trying to explain things to a child having a tantrum. "I am Nero Whitemarrow, servant to the King of Guasto Zelos Shinigami-Mezmillion."

[Van]

Van stood up, eyes hidden by his hair. "And what gives you the right to follow us?" He was doing all he could from rushing up to the man.

[A.B.A.]

A.B.A. looked with concern at Van, then to the man who addressed himself as Nero, her body buckling at the name of the King. "What do you mean by that? What happened to King Arcturius? And more so why were you trailing after us?" She had to take Van's word for it. She had not even felt the eerie presence of this man as they had walked the streets, but Van seemed sure that not only had they been pursued, but this pale man before them was the one responsible.

[Van]

Van finally got ahold of his rage and locked it deep down inside of himself. He looked up at the man. "The reason I attacked you is I have a phobia of being followed. This might explain why." Van held up his mutated, three fingered hands.