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| Misty | January 14, 2012, 1:21 pm Post #1 |
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Well this was a fine predicament Sen thought to himself, he was hanging upside down by his ankles while an Orc yes an Orc large nasty, green skinned long bottom teeth, not so mythical Orc was sitting next to a large cauldron sharpening what looked like a machete. Sen had already tried using his power of suggestion on the beast and his six other friends to no avail, they had their minds made up they were going to eat him. And for the first time in his very charmed life he found himself in a situation he was not able to talk himself out of, which made the whole thing just that much worse! So far he was having the worst day ever, he had woken up face down in mud, found himself in the middle of an Orc camp when he was suppose to be in his apartment. He remembered going home the night before falling into his huge over stuffed bed with the very real intent on sleeping off the nights festivities, no where in his foggy memory was there a portal or any walking through mirrors or any other such nonsense that typically results in one finding themselves in a whole new world, but here he was in the land of mythical things that didn't have the sense enough to know they were not real! While he hung upside down watching the Orc who he nick named Cookie was mid way through sharpening the tool of his demise. It really wasn't fair, like he had a chance of fighting off six full grown Orc's by himself even with his sword which who ever or what ever force brought him here made sure he had. Well at least he had it for a bit, it was taken away pretty quick like and was now being used as a toothpick for one of the other Orc's who was eying him in the same way people eye lobsters in the tank at sea food places. Of all the ways Sen though he would die being eaten by Orc's wasn't one of them, he figured hit by a bus, car wreck, jealous girl, jealous girl's ex or current boyfriend. Cookie paused in his task of sharpening the crude knife ran his meaty finger over the edge then smiled over at Sen, who winced no way around it this was going to hurt, and hurt a lot! As Cookie struggled to his feet and lumbered over to Sen he had one last and rather desperate idea. “Hey wait, look I'm rather skinny I mean look at me there is really not a lot of meat on these bones and you look pretty hungry. Even if you put me in that stew still there will not be a lot to go around, if there were less of you then yeah maybe but six no you'll be lucky to get a mouthful of meat.” The Orc stopped his lumbering advance and thought about Sen's words for a moment then looked over at the others who were licking their chops. Cookie turned back to Sen and shook his head “We are going to eat the fairy.” Yeah, Sen had heard this before several times but never before had they paused, maybe just maybe in the eleventh hour he was getting though to one of them. “Yes, yes of course you are, all I am saying is that if there were less mouths to feed there would be more of me to go around. And between you and me that guy over there with my sword he looks like he can eat.” Cookie paused again and then glanced over his shoulder, then leaned in closer to Sen “Less of us?” Sen just nodded and waited for the idea to really seat itself in the Orc's head, a wicked smile spread across Cookies face as at last it did with a savage cry that made Sen scream, Cookie launched himself at the other five! While they battled Sen smiled at last one of his suggestions had worked but he knew it was a one in a million shot and he had to take advantage of this chaos. He lifted himself up in a rather painful crunch and started work on the knots that bound his ankles. For the first time in his life he really regretted not taking advantage of the gym he was a member of but in his defense there was a smoking hot red head that ran the juice bar. Sen struggled with the knots while in the back ground the war cries, sounds of cracking bones and the thick spattering noise of blood spilling reminded Sen that if he was going to escape from this and not end up as stew he had better hurry with the knots. Unfortunately, despite the crude rope the knots were very well done and tied by an Orc who was much stronger then Sen, and of course it didn’t' help that he was scared out of his mind so his hands shook and his palms were sweaty. All too quickly the noise stopped and Sen looked over three of them lay on the ground motionless as the other three were patting each other on the back and settling down. Among the unmoving was Cookie which just made Sen sigh of course the only one he was able to reach was now dead, or at least out of the picture. One of the other remaining Orc's picked up the fallen blade out of Cookies hand and lumbered over to Sen. “Wait, wait can't we talk about this I have heard that after such a battle you should not eat right after wards you should rest.” Sen might as well have been rattling off lines from War and Peace for all the attention the Orc was paying him, he had won the battle and now it was time to eat the fairy. Large meaty fingers grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward, Sen closed his eyes and screamed yes very much like a girl but at this point he really didn't care who might hear him, we was going to be cut up slowly and eaten! Sen heard a Twump noise and screamed all the louder thinking for some reason that was the sound of his flesh ripping open, then he felt warm bits of fluid roll down his chest he was waiting for the horrid pain but it didn't come. He opened one eye and saw his would be killer grabbing at a arrow that had pierced his throat looking just as shocked as Sen was at this sudden turn of events. As the unfortunate Orc fell to the ground the other two leaped to their feet grabbing weapons, and with the same bone chilling battle cry as before dashed off into the woods to the left of the camp sight. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth Sen started work on the ropes again. Every now and again through the trees he would catch a flash of very blond almost white hair, who ever it was out there facing those two Orc's Sen just hoped that they were good enough to keep them busy if not just out right kill the smelly beast! ( OK two Orc's are after Avilon who is a blond haired, blue eyed fairy, will intro him in a bit :) ) |
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| Jae | January 14, 2012, 6:46 pm Post #2 |
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Rogan woke up slowly, there were strange noises around him. They weren’t your run of the mill forest noises. Run of the mill were often a lullaby for him. These were unfamiliar and thus incredibly unnerving for the werewolf. He placed his hands on the moist mossy ground to balance himself as he got to his feet and felt a small sense of relief that at least the moss felt normal. As soon as he was on his feet, he sniffed the air. Nothing was right, everything smelled wrong. At first he assumed that perhaps he had been unwelcome in the city, accosted and dumped in the surrounding forest…but he knew the surrounding forest, the sounds, scents. And the ones surrounding him were not it. A panic started to flair in the pit of his stomach and flamed to epic proportions in record time as he realized his companion was missing. Where was Tatyana?! His keen nose picked up on a familiar scent and his stomach jumped into his throat before he could take a deep rational breath, not a strong point of his…or of any werewolf, save for the Alpha perhaps. He followed it and found a limp body, head covered by a hood, and though her body too was covered, a hand was out in the open, so he knew it to be female by sight as well as scent. She smelled of home, he thought in an overly excited manner. Turning her over, and expecting to see blazing green fairy eyes shooting sparks at him for waking her up, he found himself sorely disappointed. He let out a keening whine that despite his human form was remarkably canine. Panic began to well again as he realized that the woman was not Tatyana. While the woman smelled of home, she also smelled distinctly of magic and pure human blood, a mage. Mages were often not particularly friendly to his kind. Though he had only met one or two…and he had no idea at the time that they had been evil human mages and presently still doesn’t know. Part of him wanted to get away from her, save himself any possible scorn or insults. But he was in a strange area and she was the only thing that smelled distinctly familiar, the idea of leaving that familiarity caused terror to rip through him, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to continue alone…he wasn’t sure how long he would make it…he didn’t know where more people were… He needed to find people. Did that wall move??!! He let out another keening whine before he managed to think better of it and began to pace for about ten minutes, weighing pros and cons of going on and waiting for her to wake and dragging her with him. Her breathing pattern shifted, and he realized too late and found her watching him silently, causing him to freeze in his tracks. She had sat up without him realizing, and her red hair tumbled gloriously down her back. Clear blue eyes watched him in a gentle understanding fashion. Something shifted inside him, and he took a step toward her, his own gaze had become incredibly intense and he let out a low growl as he watched her sharp intake of breath. It was as if the very world had shifted around them. It really had, but neither were noticing. A woman’s shrill scream of stark terror tore through the evening air. (It seemed like evening where they were currently at…maybe early morning? Rogan wasn’t sure.) Rogan’s eyes snapped in the direction in which the scream came from, while Mercy’s snapped to the opposite direction. Such was the dependability of human ears, Rogan mused. He offered his hand to her, which she accepted readily. He didn’t want to slow down for the human’s legs, but he did, slowing his pace to be but a bit faster than hers, unwilling to leave her behind, but also unwilling to test if she would slow him down if he were to run with her in his arms (which would also leave them more open and vulnerable to attack). Rogan saw the Orc camp and a tied up half Fae and a full blooded Fae from all appearances waging battle with the Orcs. He realized that perhaps he had been accosted in the human city and taken far south, where shadows lurked and whispers of evil vampires, orcs, and other terrifying creatures built lairs and such… Though he was displeased that he had missed the travels, he was feeling much better knowing where he was in a general fashion and how he might return home. He joined the Faerie warrior in battle. The faster they finished, the faster he could ask where Tatyana was. Surely the male knew where to find her. Rogan spared a moment to check on the woman. She had moved to the tied up Fae to offer help. Feeling that he’d be able to offer decent protection while she freed him…he worried not, but he did worry where the screaming female might have disappeared to. Surely the Orc’s hadn’t already devoured her?! He drew his swords and watched the warrior Fae for a moment before joining the fray, syncing his movements up so that neither had their back exposed but the two not fighting were also defended. ** Mercy knelt beside Sen, placing her hands upon his chest, letting the warmth spread, magic searching for injury but not yet mending it, thus conserving her energies. Finding nothing life threatening, merely bruising at the young man’s throat, she focused instead on the ropes binding him. She threw a bubble of protection around her and him and she grabbed a blade far too large for her, dropped by a fallen Orc and held it up, point in the ground, edge toward Sen, as she held the hilt so it would be steady as he sawed through his bindings. “Cut the rope with the blade,” she said, her eyes on the blur that happened to be the two fighting to defeat the Orcs. She hoped in freeing the young man that there would be three and a greater chance of escaping with their lives. |
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| Misty | January 16, 2012, 1:05 pm Post #3 |
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“Avilon Vester, son of a tyrant murdered in his sleep by his own people, your struggles are in vain.” Avilon ignored this whisper in his mind as he fought to throw up his mental shields; never before had he dealt with something so strong as to continually go though his all his defenses it was unnerving to say the least. Of course everything about this strange new world was unnerving, between the walls that moved on their own, to the ever shifting landscape, the strange desire to make it to the center of this labyrinth to the castle which seemed so close but was so very far away. Not to mention the mere fact he could not simply step into the between and escape this world! Avilon had tried to do just that several times but there was no place in this strange new world where the veil was thin enough to travel though, or at least he had yet to find it. So it would seem that his only way out of this place was to indeed make his way to the castle, he did pity whatever awaited him there being as this unscheduled side trip was ill timed to say the least. Avilon had been on his way to reclaim his murdered fathers kingdom, not for fame or glory but to save the people that remained from the lawlessness and the scavengers that prey on kingdoms with out a ruling body. “You shall never make it to the castle, ah such a pity, yet another Vester who shall disappoint.” Avilon ignored this as well but he could not help but feel his heart sink at the words, he had such plans to reclaim not only his birthright but also the hearts and minds of the people his father had wronged. Although, he could never bring back those his father had murdered, or right all the wrongs he could give his people what they needed most, a future. And he had such glorious plans, thanks to his Fae education he had learned so much become much more then he would have in the human world and for what? To be trapped here in this odd place with disembodied voices taunting him, and to what end? What was the possible point to all of this? Avilon kicked a loose stone in his frustration and watched it bounce and tumble across the stone floor to his surprise it did not crash into the wall at the end of the hallway, but rather passed through it as if the wall wasn't there at all. He narrowed his eyes and took several cautious steps forward when behind him he heard a loud scraping noise, Avilon spun around to find the hall he was just in narrowing as the walls moved ever closer. He could not go back the way he came, the walls were moving far too fast he would be crushed, all that was left was the wall the stone had passed through. “Run little prince!” This new taunt was followed by dark laughter, Avilon was developing a strong dislike for who ever it was behind that voice! Having little choice he ran, straight for the wall everything within him screamed this was stupid and he was hard pressed to disagree. He closed his eyes the moment it appeared he would crash head first into the stony barricade, his feet crunched on what sounded like a dry twig. Avilon opened his eyes and found himself in a forest, where he was before the only vegetation around him was the moss that grew on the stone walls and floor. But the scenery was not the only thing that changed where he was before it had been mid day the heat of the sun beating down upon him, now it felt like a few hours before sunset. Avilon spun around in a small circle and saw no signs of the walls he had been surround by not more then a few moments ago, had he somehow managed to stumble out of that odd land? Was he back in the human world he had been so rudely snatched from by a magical mist? He was still unfamiliar with the all the forest of the human world, perhaps he was in one of those. Avilon took a few steps and stumbled upon the same loose stone he had kicked out of frustration, he picked it up and rolled it around in his fingers as the mocking dark laughter sounded in his mind once again. He was about to explain to whoever it was breaking into his mind exactly what they could do with themselves when he caught the scent of Orc's. In the land of the Fae Orc's were on again off again friends of his step fathers kingdom, being as they shared a mutual enemy in the goblins, enemy of my enemy is my friend, applied very well to the Orc's. But the moment the battle was over it was always a tense moment to see if the Orc's would then turn on the Fae, they did enjoy their battles and cared very little for anything else. Avilon crept closer sticking to the shadows provided by the trees, when he at last saw the encampment he knelt down and silently pulled his bow from his shoulders. He watched as the Orc's tormented the half Fae who seemed to be without any honor and as much courage as a rabbit; for a dark moment Avilon considered allowing the Orcs this cowardly meal. “Yes let the Orc's eat him, that is what your father would have done.” It had been merely a passing thought for Avilon but he chastised himself for it as he pulled an arrow from his quiver and waited. To his surprise whatever the coward was saying to the Orc was enough to insight his rage and he leaped onto the others as the captured Fae struggled to free himself. Cleaver, and rather helpful to Avilon who was very skilled with his sword but even he would think twice before taking on six full grown Orc's. When the battle was over only three remained, Avilon notched his arrow blew out the breath that he was holding slowly then released the string the arrow flying straight and true into the neck of the Orc he had been aiming for. Avilon then stood and put away his bow and drew his sword, the moment of shock would not last long and although the numbers were less now still two full grown Orc's would be enough to keep him busy for awhile. True to the nature of Orc's they were upon him quickly and savagely, Avilon danced around them using the full extent of his talents to do so but even that wasn't enough to save him from a few rather nasty blows. When one faces Orc's it better to do so in numbers, send your fastest runner to be bait and then take them out from a distance only the truly desperate faces such a foe toe to toe. Avilon wounded one enough to slow down his attacks then started to work on the other just as a dark haired man joined in the battle. He gave the man a nod, anyone who would join in was just as crazy or just as desperate as he was which at the moment was very welcome. Between the two of them they at last managed to bring a end to the Orc's Avilon then turned to his new comer and gave him a low bow. “Thank you for your help I am Avilon Vester and I am new to his land any information you may have as to exactly where we are would be very helpful.” Avilon said as he cleaned off his sword on the body of one of the fallen Orc's then careful slid his blade into its sheath. |
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| Misty | January 16, 2012, 1:52 pm Post #4 |
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Yep Sen knew it he was just far to sexy to die, the powers that be sent him a well placed arrow and an red haired girl with a knife! Sen flashed his all too charming smile at her as she laid her hand on his chest, sure he was scared and hurt but he could still flirt, he gave her a wink and took the blade from her and started work sawing though the ropes. So eager to get away he had not given much thought to the force of gravity and how it still is in effect here in this annoying Orc ridden land. So once he sawed though the ropes he landed on the ground with a rather unattractive thud, he righted himself into a sitting possession before the girl and gave her another smile this one slightly embarrassed as just a bit of blush colored his cheeks. “Yeah should have thought about that ever pesky gravity. I'm Sen, Sen Wildwood, thank you so much for your help they were really going to eat me, like put me in that pot and eat me it was so very, very wrong! ” Sen got to his feet slowly as the world swam around him, he had spent way too much time upside down black stars glittered in his eyes and he leaned up against a tree and took a couple of deep breathes. Then set off to find his sword, he liked his sword although he didn't have much skill with it still it was pretty and a little on the impressive side. At last he found it half buried under the body of one of the Orc's he gave it a tug then landed firmly on his backside as the sword came free. Sen sighed and got to his feet once again, yeah no saving this one he just wasn't going to make a good impression on this healing hottie! That was unless she found him amusing that could always work, some women like to laugh at their men. Of course she wasn't the only person here he had seen a flashes of white blond hair in the woods and the Orc's were fighting someone else most likely her boyfriend dang it! Now armed with his sword that he knew he would be more likely to cut himself then anything else he still liked having the thing around made him feel a bit safer, he made his way back over to the red head. Of course totally ignoring the battle that was waging, Sen liked to stay out of such things it was none of his business and he honestly wanted no part in any of it! “So wow your a healer that's awesome! Are you from around here? And exactly where is here? Cause wow it doesn't look anything like central park, and well the Orc's were a dead give away that I'm not anywhere close to my homeland. We don't have Orc's were I come from, in fact I really thought they were mythical, like unicorns, so you can imagine my surprise when wow out of no where poof Orc's!” Just then a loud pig like whine came from the trees and Sen smiled, it would appear who ever it was out there had at last ended the pesky creatures well good for them! “So the blond guy with the sword is he with you? ” Sen asked as he motioned over to where the noise came from, he was rather hoping he would say no but then again what would a very attractive red head be doing out in the woods all by herself? |
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| Hadrian | January 16, 2012, 8:40 pm Post #5 |
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:Nearby: Shadows rippled and about 45 feet above the ground a man appeared with several other men in tow... Grayson hit the ground well after the others, almost floating to the ground as the men with him landed snapping bones and worse, none of them were going to be getting back up anytime soon, though all of them still awake were screaming and carrying on like their knees were broke and hips shattered. This in all likely hood had something to do with the fact that they did have those very same injuries. Richard had other concerns, moving up to each taking their weapons and any extra gear they may have had. All were dressed for a Gala-Event, some fancy clothes and hidden weapons. The Black Tuxedo he wore not exactly what you would expect to see in the Labyrinth, then again he had not come looking for this place. The portal that stole him away here gone Grayson took a moment to gather his surroundings, stone walls, and paths, "A labyrinth, how nice." Little to no emotion in his words, if any it was annoyance. He had been working on something important when someone or something brought him here. "Going to have to talk with them about that." Beneath him the others were still screaming, so much so that predators were coming, looked like small goblin like creatures, less than knee high, there were quite a few of them. "You have no quarrel with me." He had no idea if they understood him or not, but wasting time on them was not something he felt like doing. So off in the other direction he started walking....... (Tag any) |
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| Jae | January 17, 2012, 12:35 am Post #6 |
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Rogan joined the fray, darting about lithely, one orc was wounded and so he was simple enough to dodge. The other however…not so much. The Fae had them both quite pissed off as well, and it was apparent that rage didn’t exactly make them sloppy so much as more powerful. This was his first foray against such beasts. He barely avoided injury several times. It wasn’t due to lack of skill with his sword or general fighting. It was merely fighting that specific type of creature. When it was all said and done, he was cleaning his swords and going over what he had learned. First and foremost, orcs stank, their blood smelled worse. He imagined they would taste terrible. He would definitely be able to smell one from a long ways off if the wind was right. The Fae approached and cleaned off his blade, and introduced himself in a rather polite manner. “I am named Rogan, I too am new to this area. Have you seen Tatyana?” Rogan asked, still going off his assumption that all faeries knew one another. After all, unless it was a rogue, he certainly knew all of the werewolves. Rogan was beginning to wonder if people were randomly getting accosted and dragged to the south to feed the darkness that was rumored to lurk there. His breath caught as he realized that he had heard a woman scream. That was what had prompted him to join the battle. And he saw no woman save for the flame haired one. He nodded respectfully and began to search, sniffing, ignoring the orc and trying to find another humanoid type scent. For the life of himself he could find none, not even dead… After several moments, he stood beside now free half Fae and mage woman. Bewildered, as his ears had never failed him before, nor had his nose, even in the weaker human form. He turned to Avilon, who had apparently stayed close enough by while he searched for the woman he had heard. “I..we” he gestured to the mage, “heard a woman scream in stark terror. That is what prompted our aid in such an abrupt manner,” Rogan explained, his hands out before him, palms up and fingers splayed in a helpless shrug. “Other than the mage, I smell no woman who could have made such a sound.” |
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| Jae | January 17, 2012, 12:57 am Post #7 |
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Mercy looked over her shoulder, part of her expecting her mother to come around a corner and scold her for being so close to a man without proper guard and chaperons, another part was worried about the two she knew to be out there facing the orcs. As a defensive mage, she was well read on all sorts of enemies that she might come against and the wounds that they may cause a being. She did not know what the dark haired man or the white haired man were, but she knew they were more than human, they moved too swiftly at times. She kept the protective bubble up, staying close to the bound, young man. Turning her full attention to him, she watched as he freed himself and fell promptly to the ground. She knelt beside him as he sat up. He spoke of gravity, and she sounded it out silently, letting it roll around on her tongue. What sort of magic did he speak of? He offered his name, thanks, and an explanation of the orcs plans. He was quite correct, and were they to chop him up and put him into a pot, there was no way she could heal him from such injury. She was quite happy they had gotten to him in time. “I am Lady Mercy Feredir,” she offered with a kind though shy smile. She watched as he got to his feet and swayed a bit, she nearly reached out to right him, but thought that perhaps male pride would cause him to pull away from her and cause him to fall. So she refrained and watched. He took hold of a sword, tugged, and ended up on his bottom. She smiled a bit at that. Her hands would be full healing this one, she knew immediately. He seemed a little unstable on his own two feet. She had known some like it; they were rather accident prone. Sen returned to her side and watched the battle, as she did, worrying that one of the two men might fall. Sen provided chatter, he seemed really quite pleased that she was a healer. She flashed him another shy smile. “Central park?” she echoed at one point likely too quiet to hear. And since when were orcs and unicorns mythical? Where did this young man come from? Even his accent was odd. There was a terrible noise as if from a hog being slaughtered, followed by the two men exiting the near by brush. The dark haired one appeared to be searching while the blond followed silently. They both held themselves as warriors. Sen did not, she wondered what that meant of him. He asked if the blond man was with her and she started, entire body jerking in surprise. She was supposed to be getting married. Her mother had chosen the man years ago, he was fifteen years her senior and he was willing to take a mage as a bride, which was enough for her mother. That and he was a very wealthy lord. What had happened? Where was she? Had she been kidnapped? By the dark haired man perhaps? “I do not know where we are,” there was some fear in her voice now. “I am not with the blond man. When I woke, the dark haired one was standing over me, watching me…” She trailed off as the two other man approached, and the dark haired man explained his searching actions, and found that he was indeed correct, after that initial scream, she had heard no more. Someone could be horribly hurt and in dire need of Mercy’s gift. She looked from Sen to Avilon, who had gotten there well before them, in hopes that one of them might take them to the mystery woman. |
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| Misty | January 17, 2012, 10:10 am Post #8 |
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Avilon gave this Rogan a slight nod of the head, and then sighed he was hoping he had information as to were exactly they were but it would appear that Rogan was just as lost as he was. “No I am sorry, the only people I have seen since coming to this land has been yourself, the boy that was tied up, and the red haired woman.” His answer seemed to fall on deaf ears as Rogan shook suddenly and started searching for something, Avilon followed wondering exactly what he was searching for. He could have simply slipped into the mans head but he respected this one, he had proven himself on the battle field and Avilon seldom peaked into the thoughts of those he respected. “Awe did the little prince find a puppy?” Avilon wondered about this taunt then he watched Rogan sniffing the air, ah well that makes sense werewolf he had worked with worse in his time and it seemed this man had his beast under control being as he did not turn in the middle of battle. At last when Rogan reveled he was searching for he screaming woman Avilon leaned against the nearest tree and smiled softly. He had both heard and seen the now freed boy scream, yes very much like a distressed woman, he was rather looking forward to this Rogan's reaction when he to learned the truth. ******* Sen cringed he had been rather enjoying his conversation with the hot red head now he was being asked where the screaming woman was, oh that was so wrong! He had been scared it was a scary thing being tied upside down and threatened to be cut up and put into a stew! Of course the one time he did indeed scream like a girl there had to be people lurking around to hear it, oh ever so very wrong! What happened to his wonderful luck? Had it abandoned him? It would appear the answer to those questions was yes, ah well he knew he had already blown any chance of impressing the cute girl who's name was just as pretty as she was Mercy Feredir, very pretty! Sen took a deep breath and stepped forward and nodded at the dark haired man. “Hi ya, I am Sen Wildwood and that was me, yes one time in my life I screamed like a girl, but Orc's were going to eat me I think I was justified in my terror!” They say that honestly is good for the soul, well they are dirty liars cause at the moment looking at the two men the blond one had a smug smile on his face, Sen didn't feel any better about anything least of all himself! Which was an different and very odd feeling and he found he wasn't enjoying it one little bit. The blond stopped smiling at him in his smug fashion and narrowed his eyes at Sen, who simply sighed yeah of course this Fae knew of his family Sen braced himself for the question but the blond simply nodded and introduced himself. That was a welcome change being as most Fae that met him always ask the same question how was he connected to Tarragon, and or was he working for him now? In all honestly Sen had only met his infamous uncle once, and that was once too many. Sen folded his arms over his chest and waited for the dark haired guy to say something, the had the look about him of an man's, man Sen could easily picture the guy holding an axe wearing a flannel shirt and scratching himself while grunting to at other men. Yeah he wasn't going to like either one of them but he didn't have to like them he just had to stick close to them, they would deal with the Orc's and who knows what else was out there, while he protected Mercy. And if they had any sort of tug towards the center of this crazy maze, like he did, then he would tag along ride on coat tails if you will seemed like the best plan he could come up with at the moment that would insure he just might survive, and or make it home in one piece. ********** With great force of will Avilon kept himself from wrinkling up his lip in disgust, he had listened to enough of Sen's thoughts to get a good feel for the boy, and he didn't much care for him. Although, he was telling the truth about which family he came from so perhaps there was untapped potential somewhere within him, if there was Avilon would fish it out before this journey was over. Mercy on the other hand was a wondrous gift, a healer was worth their weight in gold, he gave the girl a slight smile and a nod of the head. His musings about the two others were cut short when he heard something it wasn't so much hearing with his ears as with his mind, odd new thoughts that seemed to appear out of nothing more then thin air. There was pain, a great deal of it, then he caught hungry half formed thoughts of smaller creatures. Avilon turned to Rogan knowing the werewolf had heard it, perhaps it was someone local who could explain where they were or better yet how to get out of this crazy world. “There are several people injured to the north of us, Rogan and I will take point, Mercy you stick close behind us, let us determine if it is safe to heal those who are injured before you rush in, this very well could be a trap. Sen you stay where I can see you at all times and I would suggest no sudden movements.” Avilon then turned and headed north, he knew Mercy and Sen would follow Mercy because he was guessing like all healers she had a strong desire to use her gifts. Sen would follow because he wanted to stay alive and he saw Avilon as a means to that exact end. Rogan was the only one that he was worried about but wolves are social creatures, so for now he was guessing he would follow maybe later they would have to determine who was going to be alpha here, something Avilon wasn't looking forward to one little bit. |
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| Misty | January 23, 2012, 2:37 pm Post #9 |
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Richard Grayson possibly the best dressed in the labyrinth and now nicely well armed was completely ignored by the goblin scavengers as they descended upon the the screaming men. Goblins liked their prey fresh and helpless, and Richard had been nice enough to provide them with exactly that. However, there are more things within the woods other then goblin scavengers, things that liked their victims to have a bit more fight in them. As Richard made his way through the wood he quickly got the feeling that not only was he not alone but he was being stalked! The object of his stalking made themselves known rather quickly, seven foot tall creatures that stood on two legs, long razor sharp front claws they were wicked fast and well organized. It didn't take Grayson long to figure out the fact they were attempting to herd him, as he shot at one others would move forward flanking him pushing him back, his bullets doing very little to the well armored hides of these creatures. With a series of clicks and whistles they seemed to be communicating with each other and from the sound that echoed in the wood there were at least five, maybe more. Then all at once the noise stopped the silence hung thick in the air as even the wind seemed to be holding its breath watching, waiting. From his left the attack came the creature launching itself onto him knocking him to the ground razor sharp claws attempting to rip open his flesh as pointy teeth snapped inches away from his face. From this up close and personal look at the beast Grayson was able to see the chink in their armor so to speak a section of hide that was thinner at the joint under the arm of the beast. It was not a large area but at least it was a weak point, one that Grayson took full advantage of. The creature let out a pain filled cry as its eyes rolled back into its head, limbs twitching, as a thick dark green fluid bubbled out of its mouth. As Richard kicked the thing off of him and got to his feet the clicks and whistles started again, this time faster more excited, the armored beast that Grayson had just killed laid at his feet and out of the corner of his eye he saw the body start to twitch and pop in odd locations, puffs of what looked like steam escaped from the joints of its armor. He had only moments to react before the dead creature exploded with enough force to blow up half of the nearest tree and leave a rather nasty crater in the ground. The explosion peppered the area with splinters of wood as well as rocks dirt and bits of sticky now exploded reptile! The air was now filled with the clicks and whistles that strangely enough sounded like laughter. ((OOC Have fun with that Hade, think Jurassic park save for these guys blow up when they are killed, which I always personally thought they should have! There are at least four more, no worries help is on the way....Hope I did Robin justice if not well then and I'll try harder next time)) Rogan heard the noise of the explosion, as well as smelled something odd in the air it was a mixture of reptile and sulfur, not a pleasant aroma to say the least ! Of course all of them had heard the explosion as well as smelled the vile scent just not as well as the poor werewolf. Avilon quickened his pace through the dense forest at last stumbling upon the goblins who were making a meal out of the broken men. He quickly turned and grabbed Mercy by the shoulders shaking his head slowly, “You can not help these men, only death can free them from this torment. Close your eyes if you must there is another not far from here who is fighting for his life, that one we can help.” Avilon, looked to Rogan releasing the girl and pushing her gently in his direction, from what little time he had spent with Rogan Avilon knew the were wolf understood the rather nasty side of such things and the need to shelter those who might not be as seasoned. He would protect the girl from the grisly sight of the goblins and their latest meal. “Oh that is so wrong! Eww is that an eye? Oh, oh it is oh that's just nasty!” Avilon had to fight down an annoyed twitch, he had been so worried about Mercy and her reaction he had forgotten about Sen! It was a mistake he would not repeat in the future, as he fought down the urge to leave the goblins desert in the form of fairy. “No one would blame you, leave him behind” A ghost of a smile graced Avilon's lips as he grabbed Sen and pulled him closer, of all the annoying facts about this boy at least he was good for something he was bothering the voice in Avilon's head! “Unless you wish to join those unfortunate men, you will shut your mouth and follow us.” He hissed as he half led half drug Sen around the feasting goblins who thankfully had not heard his outburst. Of course the explosion had not set them off their meal, so it was a safe bet that even Sen's stupid outburst would not but Avilon really didn't want to take that chance. Sure they were scavengers but it didn't take much to push scavengers into becoming predators when they feared their meal was in danger and they were greatly outnumbered. The smell of reptile grew stronger and they neared the area of the explosion, as well as the sounds of the clicks and whistles, a flash of movement gone when they turned their heads, a snap of a dry twig, Avilon drew his sword slowly the clicks and whistles were now not only in his head but all around the party. He pushed Sen swords length away and motioned at the boys own sword and hoped really hoped he knew which end to use, when they had a spare moment Avilon made great plans to train up that one! After all a party is only as strong as its weakest link, and Avilon didn't feel like ridding to this ones rescue every time they had to face a foe. A snake like hiss sounded close to Rogan's possession Avilon turned to help his new found friend, as he did so another creature attacked Avilon from behind knocking him to the ground. Razor sharp claws dug into this shoulder as the thing moved to take a quick bite out if his neck. Stupid, stupid Avilon chastised himself as he struggled to roll over under the creatures weight. He had known the things were intelligent he had heard their thoughts, and although he could not understand them he knew their was intelligence behind those clicks and whistles. The creature above him twitched and Avilon closed his eyes expecting a killing blow that did not come, as the beast feel off of him Avilon rolled over in surprise to find Sen standing there looking just as shocked. Some how he hand managed to find the weak spot under the creatures armor, although Sen also looked very pale Avilon was betting this was the first thing the boy had ever killed. Avilon got to his feet quickly, and moved closer to Rogan, pulling a shocked Sen along with him. “Thank you, Sen you did something right.” Avilon said quietly “I know, weird isn't it I'm sort of scared now.” Sen responded just as quietly, as he focused on the creature he had just killed, “Do dead things smoke?” He asked, Avilon was busy watching for another such attack shook his head then looked at the fallen creature Sen had been lucky enough to kill. His eyes went wide as he saw the creature start to swell. “Get down!” Avilon shouted as he pulled Sen to the ground hoping Rogan and Mercy followed suit. With a deafening roar the reptile exploded peppering them with bits of splintered tree as well as rocks and dirt. Sen came up burnt and coughing, “They explode!! What the fu**! That is a new level of wrong!” More clicks and whistles sounded all around them again in a seeming mocking laughter sort of way. ((OOC OK two down three more left have fun with that!)) |
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| Hadrian | January 23, 2012, 3:59 pm Post #10 |
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"With only the slightest error your life becomes forfeit." --- Grayson had, had just about enough of this, years spent in a world where life had demanded so much of him and then once again pulled out of a very happy retirement to aid in the preservation of the sanctity of life. Something he had been loathe to get invovled with because everyone always claims to be the good guy and then you realize they are decidedly not. "Ok." With the smallest amount of focus, years spent in training on such matters, and then his guns did far more than bullets. The rounds now charged with lightening, Grayson rolled backwards firing as the closest "issue" came all chompy in his direction. Then kept the roll going into a handspring and lip mid air firing more at the downed thing to make sure he dropped it. As the explosion erupted he was sliding backwards in the perfectly shined dress boots each arm out to his side in perfect form, glock in either hand. Team work always something he approved of. Even if he had no idea if these were good or bad. "Well hello there." Dick called out across the way. (Tag) |
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| Jae | January 23, 2012, 11:06 pm Post #11 |
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Rogan was staring at Sen as if he were the retarded, lop eared puppy who continually ran into the trunks of trees (he had known one like that, and he would attest that this was just as concerning and baffling). He would have continued staring, except Mercy patted Sen on the arm. He began wondering suddenly if it would be acceptable to cut Sen’s arm off…which was strange because he had never had feelings of violence toward any being save for Rogues… Rage slowly built up as he stared at that skin to skin contact between the two, until he heard an explosion near by. Flinching at the noise he turned to check the other’s reaction to the newest event, it was a couple seconds before the smell wafted through. Rogan, were he a lesser being, might have retched at the scent. It would seem that everyone was in accord. Save the person in danger! Except Sen who seemed reluctant enough. This baffled Rogan…why wouldn’t the boy want to redeem himself in the eyes of the warriors in his presence… The four of them raced toward the scent. He smelled a massacre before they came upon it. He didn’t know what the wee creatures were feasting upon the dead and near dead men…but he did know a lost cause when he saw one. He turned toward Avilon, who was pushing Mercy toward him. Rogan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, moving slowly around the carnage, careful not to disturb the wee creatures and careful to keep Mercy sheltered from the sight of it. Either she was used to being sheltered in such a fashion, or she was used to being dominated. Food for thought later, he decided. He released her however, when they were away from it so he could better protect her and the retarded, lop eared puppy. Straining his ears, he heard the clicking and hissing before he saw one of the creatures, he couldn’t smell over the revolting scent of the exploded being. Another time, he might have marveled at the wingless dragons, and admired their pack formation. And their speed… Suddenly there was one there at his shoulder and Avilon moved to protect his back, only to be set up by another. Seeing something he himself had used hunting in the past…only this time used on his own party…was chilling to say the least. He couldn’t help Avilon and himself at the same time. Mercy cried out, Rogan’s attention jerked toward her, which was a foolish, foolish mistake. Her eyes grew to be a brighter blue and her hair a fiery red as she threw her arms out towards him. The wingless dragon ran into something, but made no contact with him. Rogan stumbled back, and the creature got back to it’s feet and skittered back, hissing and clicking in what appeared to be a furious fashion. Rogan’s eyes were wide as they met Mercy’s. She had just saved his life…he was sure of it. He then turned to aid Avilon, except Sen was there holding a blade over a fallen dragonling, and there was smoke…which Rogan deemed…would likely not bode well. There was a sharp noise in the air that hurt Rogan’s ears, and he saw another beast smoking on the ground. Avilon shouted for them to get down and Rogan threw himself at Mercy… Who cried out when his body slammed hers into the ground…he’d worry frantically later if he had caused her irreparable harm……. Both beasts exploded, dirt, grass, rocks, and tree splinters served as shrapnel, something new and not so fun for Rogan. He got to his knees, hearing the almost cheerful clicking and hissing, quickly he checked over Mercy, finding her relatively undamaged, he got to his feet, stripping swords and clothes as quickly as possible, placing them near her. He nodded once towards the well dressed man and shifted as quickly as his body would allow, taking a hybrid wolf form. Once he had finished shifting, he stretched his muscles and howled at the sky. Mercy at first horrified to find him stripping his clothes off right in front of her (It had been the first time she had ever seen a man…in his all together.), and dropping his clothes all but in her lap. Then she was horrified to see him change forms, the shift looked excruciating. Then he howled, the sound was soul chilling, she covered her ears and didn’t bother to suppress a shiver. There were still more creatures who appeared to want to play…. Hands shaking, she picked up one of Rogan’s swords and she got to her feet, she could barely keep the blade up because of the weight…and the fact that her hands were shaking. She glanced back at the man holding small weapons of some kind in his hands. She would have gestured, but she was afraid she might hurt herself on the blade…or someone else… |
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| Chaotic | January 24, 2012, 12:55 pm Post #12 |
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Ayla heard the explosion and turned her attention toward its source. Interestingly enough, the direction the commotion was coming from was easy to find. Getting there? One long, solid stone wall blocked her most direct path. She had tried to lift herself over it, but at the top was an invisible wall that knocked her back every time. She had tried to walk the length of it, but there were no breaks, no doors, and seemingly no end. Occasionally the wall would turn, corners would appear, but there was only the one direction, as if it was blocking off something secret and perhaps even dangerous. Considering that on its other side were explosions and gunfire, she didn’t really dispute this apparent fact. Dangerous or not, some nagging voice in her head kept insisting she make her way there and to the, hopefully, people that were at the center. What was that song her roommate had once incessantly played ad nauseum? Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage. Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage. Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved…. Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage. Yes, rat in a cage. That’s what she felt like, with maybe one of those mazes scientist liked to throw in for shits and giggles. Somehow the maze idea felt very apt and she ran with it, if anything to amuse herself while she tried to find a way to life. One giant maze that held at the center a big juicy apple that would reward all her hard work of getting there…… Goosebumps spread across her skin and she stopped her search to rub her arms frantically. Where the hell was she? One minute she had been studying for her thesis and the next, following a seemingly endless wall around infinity. The entire situation was completely illogical and improbable, but nonetheless she found she had little choice but to accept it. Her physics teacher had once suggested the idea of a multiverse….. Maybe somehow she had just stumbled onto another world by accident? While the odds of that happening outside of some cheesy fantasy sci-fi novel were 0 to none, she was finding that maybe her rules of reality weren’t the only rules. Eh, she would run with that to stave off insanity. The noises died down a bit and she paused, letting out a sigh of pure crystal clear frustration. Now what? That had been her only hope of finding……. Something. Something was better than nothing, right? Goosebumps returned amidst a sound of soft laughter behind her. “Depends on the something, but here, there are many something’s that are not always best to find,” a voice whispered, deep and so obviously male. The chills playing across her skin didn’t go away and against her better judgment she turned, searching with her powers to find nothing, not even a hint of a persona. While her mind’s eye was blinded, her physical ones were not and she had to admit that under normal circumstances they would not have been disappointed. His mental prowess was not as hindered as her own she noticed at the all knowing apparent smile appearing on his lips, red gorgeous lips attached to a pale gorgeous face. Okay, what the hell? Was this some kind of bad Twilight world? That was actually a terrifying thought; she would rather be dead than stuck in a world of sparkling vampires and useless werewolf’s. Vampire……. Wait a sec, why did she automatically think vampire when she looked at him? Okay, he had the dark hair and his skin was in bad need of sunlight, paler even than her own. Dark eyes that would make Antonio Banderas jealous were rimmed in a soft glowing red. The predatory hunger in that sharp gaze told her he was starving and the way his lids silted hinted that he found her incredibly delicious looking. And hey, rules of reality were obviously wonky here, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility……. What was she even considering? Vampires did not exist. He gave another soft chuckle and she instinctively put up a shield, the telekinetic energy invisible but giving off a soft hum. She bit her lip and replied, “If you’re one of the bad something’s then, please by all means, let’s get this on. I have a wall that I need to get over.” Okay, now that was the cheesiest crap she had ever said in her life and she had gone to school to be a superhero where they taught cheesy lines in every class. Sure Mr. Maybe Badguy, come fight me. You’re the first living maybe undead thing I’ve seen since poofing into this place, why not? “Oh you are deliciously naive.” He straightened from the tree that he had been leaning against, a tree that she could swear on her blood had not been there before. He was by her side in less time it took to blink her eye, her shield the only thing preventing his hand from caressing her face. His gaze was direct, hypnotizing and even with her strong mental prowess, impossible to break. She felt….. exposed and even though his fingers only touched her energy she could still feel them in her head, cold against her skin. He was so…… breathtaking. Was she really this easy to break and seduce? Neon signs of warning broke her out of his spell long enough to clamp down her defense. Hey, she was a telepath too and regardless of that fact, first class in the school was always mental defense that even non mentats got. Telepathy made the act far far easier of course. That smile, the one that screamed his desire to taste her, widened. “Oh, you’ll do nicely Ayla. You are full of such dark secrets.” He walked around her, until he stood behind, her shield preventing his breath from tickling her neck. “Do nicely for what,” she managed to croak out. Mental defenses or not, by goodness, she was attracted to him. Finding focus was hard……. He stepped away from her and faced her again, the look on his face, fiendishly amused. Fiendishly? Okay, she was dreaming. She had to of been dreaming. This whole fiasco….. “All in due time princess, all in due time…..” His face became serious. “We’ll meet again Ayla Grey. Until then know this, sometimes what you seek can only be found when you stop looking.” He pointed behind her and she followed his finger to find a break. In the wall….. She looked back to him but he was gone with not even a footprint left to show his passing or that he’d been there at all. With his instant disappearance, her muddled lust filled mind cleared almost as fast leaving…… well, she wasn’t entirely sure. “Oh, great. Just f*cking great. You finally meet something, and yes that was a something, and instead of oh I don’t know, asking WHERE THE HELL YOU ARE, you turn into a big mushy pile of hormones. Congratulations Ayla.” And while her words came out in frustration and annoyance, inwardly she felt the first stirrings of fear. Up until this point, she had managed to look at this situation open mindedly, rashly, and with an amount of calm she didn’t know she possessed. Fear was creeping up and it tasted bitter…. She rubbed her arms and made her way through the break, straining her ears to pick up the sounds of battle again and deciding that from now on she’d be more specific with her wants. She wanted to find people, not somethings. Oh, definitely not somethings. |
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| Misty | January 24, 2012, 8:33 pm Post #13 |
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Avilon nodded at the new comer but introductions would have to wait, he was simply thankful there was another “sword” about so to speak. His weapons were as strange as his dress, it would seem this place collected from many other planes about the universe. As he braced himself for yet another attack he caught a wild thought from Rogan, he had hoped that his new found friend would be able to share verbally with the rest of the party what he was before they got to witness his transformation first hand. But his hope was made of pie crust it would seem easily made easily broken, he did not worry so much about Mercy she seemed to have a rather stable head on her shoulders. However, Sen and the new guy were a completely different story, the dark haired mans sort of flippant greeting, denoted a rather laid back nature Avilon hoped he was right or this blessing of another person would quickly become a curse. Sen on the other hand was like a scared animal, he could dart away and into danger or he would be truly stupid and try to attack Rogan. As luck would have it Sen's thoughts were that of paralyzing fear as the boy stood there like a statue mouth open watching in true horror. As unhelpful as that was at least Avilon didn't have to worry about knocking Sen out to keep him from being eaten. Between himself Rogan and the new comer the three of them made short work of the exploding reptiles Avilon even once using the explosive nature of the beast as a weapon against the others, launching one of the popping smoking things at the others. All the while Sen stood there in the clearing mouth open watching with wide eyes at the werewolf that he had always thought was a mythical condition. Their travels had to come to an abrupt end being as they were now losing daylight and Avilon having seen at least three sorts of nasty creatures didn't fancy traveling in the dark. He grabbed Sen and moved away from the battle sight and the stench of sulfur and other reptile scents. Avilon paused briefly to look over the new guy then gave him a nod once more he had been rather helpful in dispatching the exploding reptiles. “I am Avilon Vester, this waste of space is Sen Wildwood, the werewolf is named Rogan and the red head is Mercy, you are more then welcome to join us.” It was short and sweet and very much to the point which was of course was true to Avilon's nature, he found a clearing sat Sen down in the middle who was still staring at Rogan as if he had grown a second head. Avilon looked to Mercy and actually gave her a warm smile, which was rare she looked a bit too pale and almost as shocked as Sen. “Do you think you could find some firewood?” It wasn't an order just a simple question as he was trying to gauge rather or not she was going to be able to handle the fact that one of their party was a werewolf. He honestly figured she could, if he knew nothing else about women he knew they were far stronger then men in many, many things. Avilon pulled from his bag a few torches and set them up around the edge of the camp, he whispered a few words and the torches sparked to life illuminating the area. It was a simple spell and one that required no magic of the speaker simply the ability to say the words. He was hoping that this bit of fire would keep at bay any other sort of wildlife this place had to throw at them. Avilon then went to help Mercy collect fire wood and then set to making the fire, the moment it flicked to life Sen seemed to snap out of his terror induced silence and looked at Rogan. “Your a werewolf”! He announced now far after the fact, Avilon sighed and took a seat closed his eyes and leaned up against the nearest rock, this was going to be a very long night he could just feel it. “Have you always been a werewolf? Are there more of you? Does the word Milk Bone mean anything to you at all? Do you do tricks? Is it true that silver bugs you cause I have this.” Sen pulled out from under his shirt a pendent that was the coat of arms for his family, which only bugged Avilon all the more he was really hoping that the great house of Wildwood had just adopted this one and then sent it out to be eaten. “Are you someone's pet? Do you get fleas?” The questions kept coming and all the while Avilon kept his eyes closed and waited, long night indeed! |
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| Hadrian | January 25, 2012, 8:49 am Post #14 |
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Grayson placed the weapons within his dress jacket, careful notice might reveal there were no holsters there, but the pistols did not all none the less. Somehow he still looked immaculate despite the pounding he had taken and the explosions and rolling about. In truth that was a simple Shea Glamor he was capable of accessing to maintain his appearance and gear. Did it help to stay look stunning. Yes! Was it also very useful to keep your gear in perfect order without maintaining any other energy to do so. More so! "I take it we all came from somewhere else and were doing something else when we were suddenly here and this place has walls and is not on our side?" He was very friendly sounding in the terrible question he had just placed before them. But in the back of his mind he had a sinking feeling he had been here before. |
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| Jae | January 29, 2012, 10:49 pm Post #15 |
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Rogan was careful to keep a certain amount of distance with Avilon and the new humanoid creature…who was in fact not human. Rogan knew that in a single whiff, as it were. He shifted back and put his clothes on, which were still by Mercy. The gel hadn’t moved a bit, but she was holding his sword, arms trembling due to the weight. Once dressed, he gently took it out of her hand and rubbed her arms up and down to help keep the muscles from cramping now that they could completely relax once more. She didn’t say a word, she merely stared at him. Just how sheltered was she, he had to wonder, after all, she had to know there were other creatures other than humans… Vampires had lived side by side with humans even before the walls had gone down, so surely she knew by now that the races were not alone. Though he had to admit that he had known of other races, but Tatyana had been his first of the Fae. They smelled fascinating! So perhaps she had witnessed her first werewolf. Mayhap he should have said something to them all. Though Avilon seemed alright with as did the newcomer. Sen however, was looking at him in horror…. He glanced over at Avilon, who invited Mercy to finding some wood for a fire, Rogan made himself busy readying a location for a proper flame that would remain safe for them all…though he would not be sleeping deeply that night, he knew. ** Mercy’s gaze snapped to meet Avilon’s. “Oh, of course,” she uttered rather meekly, her voice a little weak. That Rogan was a werewolf didn’t bother her, exploding small dragons did however, but nothing shook her as badly as seeing Rogan completely nude. She wondered how long it would take for her to shake that memory from her mind… She continued gathering kindling, wondering what she might say to Avilon, but she came up with nothing. A rather strange, bad feeling started to grow in the pit of her stomach and she parted from Avilon without thought and went back to camp, were Sen was staring at Rogan still horrified apparently. Rogan made short work of her offered kindling, his hands brushing hers, lingering longer than what she knew to be polite. His shoulders remained tense the entire time, as if he knew something was coming. Deeply uncomfortable, Mercy paced, staying near to his crouched form. She remained silent as Avilon returned, introduced them all to the newcomer, and offered Rogan the wood. Rogan was prompt in adding it to the greedy small flame he had created. Then it began…. “You’re a werewolf!” Sen cried out, his expression was still horrified at this point. “Have you always been a werewolf? Are there more of you? Does the word Milk Bone mean anything to you at all? Do you do tricks? Is it true that silver bugs you cause I have this.” Sen pulled out from under his shirt a pendent, which Mercy assumed happened to be the coat of arms for his family. She heard a strong intake of breath from Rogan, and heard the beginnings of a rather guttural growl, which appeared to have been lost on Sen…who continued with yet more questions… “Are you someone's pet? Do you get fleas?” Mercy gasped in complete horror at the abject rudeness of such a question. Those were perhaps the most insulting things one could even utter to a werewolf. Rogan was on his feet before Mercy saw the movement, had the pendant torn from Sen’s neck, the silver chain it was on, burned his hand, Mercy could smell it, and he had Sen by the throat. Mercy knew Rogan was about to do grievous harm to the boy, but it was apparent that Sen had no idea of the mistake he had just made. She wriggled between the two of them and was face to face with Rogan, she put her hands on his cheeks and looked into his eyes. “Cease, he’s just a boy and he had no idea what he is saying,” Mercy said quietly to him. “I beg of you, Rogan.” Without hesitation, Rogan released Sen, but he did not retrieve the fallen pendant. Instead, he helped Mercy to a comfortable seat by the fire and sat near her with his back to Sen. The newcomer spoke and Mercy smiled slightly. She opened her mouth to speak but someone appeared in a poof of glitter. “Merce, beloved pet, how did you find yourself outside our world in a labyrinth of all places?” Kestrel asked, placing hands on slim, flawless hips, deep red lips smiled, flashing teeth that were unnaturally white. “But look at all of the delicious company you’re keeping. You’ll share, yes?” Kestrel said, her expression extremely playful. Mercy blinked in silence a few times, but finally she spoke to introduce her nocturnal companion. “This is Kestrel Starr. It would appear that Rogan, Kestrel, and I are all from the same place…but I do not understand entirely where or why we are here,” she offered to Grayson and the others. “Do you have any idea, Grayson? Avilon? How did you get here Kestrel?” “Oh, trust me, precious pet, you do not want to know,” Kestrel’s lips twisted into a rather sultry smirk. |
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| Chaotic | January 30, 2012, 4:13 pm Post #16 |
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The chill that had swept over her had yet to dissipate and no matter how hard she rubbed her arms, the cold would not leave. The thing hadn’t even truly touched her, but its mind had and it had left something tactile in its wake, a cold weight that she was finding difficult to shrug off. The wall was quick to vanish as she made her way towards the sounds from earlier, but since they had tapered off, she felt she was wondering around in circles inside of a linear path. Really, with the sudden influx of trees that all seemed to have seeded from the same dark seed, that wasn’t a hard thing to do. Added to the snow white-esqe forest she had stumbled into, because really she expected branches to start grabbing her at any minute, there were eyes on her every movement. Something eyes. See, humans had a pretty distinct thought patterns, or most of them did. They thought in words most times. Animals didn’t speak words; they spoke emotion. She was quick to pick up images of herself wrapped up in variety of emotion; panic, fear, confusion, and curiosity among the most common. And intertwined in a few pictures was gleeful eagerness overtaking a gnawing hunger, one akin to the hunger she had seen in the vampire’s red gaze. That was….. Disconcerting. Where was she again? Her mind’s eye once again went to a picture of a maze or labyrinth, but really that made no sense. She’d been dozing quite comfortably in the library, enjoying a rare day off and taking up her newly found freedom to catch up on school work. When she’d awoken, she expected to see her stack of books and satchel, Starbuck’s coffee, and left over bagel resting in front on her on her school book; instead she’d been greeted with a wall, a large stone one that looked almost medieval, with touches of Rome and Greece thrown in. In other words, she wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Well, to be exact, New York. She wasn’t in New York anymore. Redundancy of that thought aside, she pressed on. Whatever animals were stalking her, she knew standing around was an open invitation for them to stop with the stalking and get on with the attacking. She’d been trained since childhood to defend herself, but that didn’t mean anything when one didn’t know what to expect defense for. She could be dealing with bears or she could be dealing with three headed bears that had the body of a dragon and eyes that shot lasers and hydra like abilities. For some reason that bear monstrosity called itself Bob……. See, why did she think these things? Now, now somewhere in some existence Bob was breathing life. Or eating it…… Laughter sounded in her head and she felt the stirrings of anger. There was also the matter of that……. Her human like stalker with the mind of steel. Oh what she would give for a cup of hot mochay goodness and a nice big cookie. And Aidan’s big strong body next to her’s……. Why was she thinking about him? Really…… they were over and even if they weren’t over, she was now stuck in wonderland where she was truly expecting a Cheshire cat and two fat boys to come skipping along any minute. Aidan was miles and likely universes away, with Emma, having little Emma and Aidan’s or doing his best to make them. Just he was so good at the making…… “Fucking snap out of it Ayla,” she muttered. Eh, at least she could likely find comfort in the arms of Mr. I want to Drink Your blood….. She should have gotten his name and number since so far future prospects were looking dim. At least he was interested…..okay well interested in something warm from her in any aspect. She sighed loudly. Was this what insanity felt like as it creeped its way in? Her feet then paused and she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath to center herself. There had to be something alive besides ravenous beasts somewhere and while she wanted human, warm blooded literate humans, she was starting to adjust to the fact that anything that didn’t want her as a meal would be acceptable. So que voices…….. “Sometimes what you seek can only be found when you stop looking,“ she muttered sarcastically. “Good to know, jackass.” Her feet turned and she hesitantly headed in that direction, spotting what appeared to be a young girl gathering wood, which likely meant…… a fire. Oh thank heaven….. Fire meant warmth and it meant intelligence. Her mind picked up thoughts, actual people thoughts….. Okay, thoughts mixed with werewolves and magic, but she could accept that. Maybe…….. What choice did she have? |
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| Misty | February 1, 2012, 8:55 am Post #17 |
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Avilon knew it was coming, the pet comment was just one stupid comment too many, lucky for Sen Mercy stepped in cause honestly Avilon was rather comfortable where he was sitting and simply didn't feel like getting up. As Rogan dropped the stunned Sen he scrambled over next to Avilon gasping for breath the whole time his eyes never leaving Rogan's back. “So what did you learn?” Avilon asked calmly his eyes still closed. “That yeah I should not have said that, any of that, got it never happen again.” Sen said quickly still trying to catch his breath. Just as Avilon was about to laugh, which was a rather rare event, he heard a popping noise that made his open his eyes. A far too shapely woman was what he saw and instantly the hairs on the back of his neck rose, there were several things he learned in court the greatest of those being if a woman is beautiful then she is dangerous, very much like nature itself the more brightly colored the serpent the stronger the toxin. What made matters worse is that he could not hear her thoughts, which meant she was either telepathic as well or some other creature other then the human guise she was wearing. Of course the one good thing about this Kestrel Starr's sudden appearance was that she brought up the topic of how they all got here and what they were suppose to do from here. Avilon nodded at Kestrel Starr, then turned his attention to Mercy “I come from a land that is not unlike your own, where many different races co exist mainly in harmony. As for how I got here I was leading my men though a field covered in mist, it soon became to dense for me to see even my hand before my face, as I moved to turn around I came face to face with a stone wall, which oddly enough spilled out into this forest. I was also confronted with this odd feeling that I must travel to the castle in the center of this maze, am I alone in this odd feeling?” Avilon was hoping for silence so that others would have a chance to answer his question however, Sen who had been quiet for far too long had rather quickly overcome his brush with death by the hands of a werewolf stood and shot his most charming smile in Kestrel's direction. “Hi I'm Sen, and in my world there are no werewolves, orcs, just humans and some very special people such as myself who happen to be half Fae. There are great towering buildings made of metal and glass, and a lot less of this stuff.” Sen said as he swatted at a near by bush in irritation, “But I'm sort of liking this place now, well since you arrived.” He followed that comment up with a slight wink. Avilon rolled his eyes, and wondered if Sen simply didn't tie himself up being as he so loved to throw himself at danger. He amused himself with thoughts of Sen jumping into a large pot and basting himself all the while winking and smiling at all those who happened to pass by. |
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| Chaotic | February 1, 2012, 11:22 am Post #18 |
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“Ahhh, you finally found your…… people,” a voice she recognized said beside her, as if he had just materialized out of the darkness. “Tell me, are they all you hoped?” She shot him a look, noticing that his skin wasn’t quite so pale anymore and the red of his eyes had dimmed. He looked very much human and she knew somehow if she touched him, he’d be warm, like embers from the fire. “I…..” Her eyes rested on one; a dark haired man in a tuxedo who was looking at the rest with a not so amused look on his face and considering their conversation, she didn’t blame him. It was really like he wasn’t there at all, completely lost and ignored amongst the other goings on. “No. No they aren’t.” “There is more to this place than meets the eye; come with me and I’ll show you Ayla.” And his hand did touch her arm and it was warm, but lukewarm, as if whatever he’d used to thaw his heart was fading fast. She felt his tugging in her mind, but she clamped it closed, refusing to make eye contact. “Why do I have a sneaky feeling your offer isn’t one to be trusted?” He laughed. “Then stay and see for yourself. You always have a choice.” Then she turned to look at him and wasn’t the least bit surprised to see him gone. Sighing, she looked back towards the group and debated whether or not to intrude or if she should……. Take creepy up on his offer. She’d been here a good while and so far, either not detected or ignored, either one being what it was. Logic aside, a low scan told her somewhat what she was dealing with. Feasible or not, it once more was what it was. She ended up, walking a bit away from the group, and taking a seat on a log and wrapping her arms around her body for warmth. A shield went up around; she wouldn't be able to really sleep or rest, but being eaten wasn't fun either. What had she done to arrive here and why? Why was always a good question and it rarely had an appreciated answer. |
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| Hadrian | February 1, 2012, 6:15 pm Post #19 |
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Following the meeting Grayson watched the interactions, unsure of how things were going or where they were headed with this. This...back and forth. And then back and forth. He smiled and walked out abit looking around and as is the situation in the labyrinth, one turn leads to another, and then another, walls tend to shift, or maybe just perspective. Grayson found himself some distance away, looking at a fountain that seemed off, Gargoyles spewing water, but the color was...well just not right. Then what here was, the tuxedo seemed out of place, the sky was rolling gray with clouds that he and everyone under them had to really hope were cloud and not things looking at them. Speaking of looking, the stone creatures were looking, directly at him, still with water coming out of their mouths. They looked curious, they also looked unfriendly. Speaking through the water without their mouths moving they began. "Left leads to death, right leads to a measure of Immortality, staying here leads to nothing, returning wince you came cannot be done." Ah riddles, excellent. "Then I will go right, thank you." The creatures seemed impassive watching him pass... (Tag Cas) |
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| Chaotic | February 2, 2012, 11:34 am Post #20 |
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Thankful for the footsteps that woke her up, Ayla snapped to attention to notice a few things. First, the log she’d dozed off on was now a large rock. Second the forest she had dozed in was now…. A courtyard? She was quick to her feet, brushing herself off as she looked around startled. Now, she considered herself open minded, because haha, telepath, but this was something new she didn’t like. She didn’t like places that shifted existence around as easily as a teenager shifted opinions. The third thing she noticed was Mr. Tuxedo talking to a fountain. Now, that in of itself caused her to pause and scratch her head fully convinced that last she checked stoneware could not vocalize. She wasn’t exactly hearing physically vocalize at all…..It was entirely in her mind, but that meant that this particular piece of stoneware was in fact, alive? That begged the question again of where exactly the hell was she to once more come galloping across her thoughts. Oh, and apparently stoneware talked in riddles….. Eh, she wasn’t of the frame of mind to focus on silly questions. Tuxedo had apparently picked an answer and was going with it. She ran to catch up, hoping things stayed the same long enough for her feet to pick up speed. “Hey, wait up,” she said once in hearing range. So far she’d run across a vampire, a supposed werewolf, some weird seductress thing and several that had strange eyes. But, aside from Mr. Creepy, she hadn’t spoken to anyone. Tuxedo looked and felt rather normal. She hoped her instincts were right in contacting him. |
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| Hadrian | February 2, 2012, 11:51 am Post #21 |
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"Someone is coming." "Aren't they always." Melissa to Grayson. ----------------- Given time and opportunity just about anything can and will happen...who was it that said that to him. The stone of the labyrinth rarely changed while you were watching, it was kinda like a trick in that manner. Trick the word, it liked to screw with you, but it still had rules, there was a certain "fairness" to it if you figured it out. As the girl ran up Grayson took his measure of her, minor cantrips checking her aura, and removing her ability to lie, what ever she said for the next several minutes would be the truth. Or better or worse. "Are you hear to kill me, are you part of the Labyrinth and why are you here. What is your name, do you like tuxedo's, how do you get your hair so smooth." Grayson was not without his own style of humor and part of him knew she might be annoyed when she realized she was compelled to tell the truth so not asking mean things was key to not making an enemy if she was not his enemy to begin with. Either way he stopped and waited on her. |
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| Chaotic | February 2, 2012, 3:19 pm Post #22 |
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So there was a lesson here she was sure. Not trusting your eyes? Things didn’t always seem what they looked like? There was no such thing as normal? Oh hell, her head hurt. Ayla couldn’t see the silver golden glow that swirled around her, but Grayson could. Her aura was good for all intense purposes with a bit of heavy darkness and red towards its center, but no more than a normal person unless that person was perfect. She wasn’t really a goody two shoe straight and narrow type of girl; everyone had their demons. At the moment, the silvery golden good part of her was in full force and unless things drastically changed, that would remain so. Then he started with a friendly game of 20 questions. Wow, he sure knew how to impress a girl on the first date didn’t he? He may of well have been asking, “who’s your daddy?” “where did you come from?” “Are you alone?” “Do you shower naked?” All of which she would have been compelled to answer to the best of her knowledge. She took a moment however, spell or not, to give him a look before giving in to the compulsion. Somehow she knew she didn’t have much choice which grated on her last nerve. Nonetheless, Ayla smiled sweetly and replied. “No. What is the Labyrinth? I have no idea unless it’s to become vampire food. Ayla Grey, age 24, shoe size 5 ½, size 3, 118 lbs, 4.0 gpa, majoring in psychology. Only on certain people and yes, don’t ask, you look amazing, I only wash it 3 times a month.” Then she tucked a golden strand of said hair behind her ear and looked at him wryly. “And you are? Curious obviously, but name? And Labyrinth. Makes sense, but what is it?” |
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| Hadrian | February 5, 2012, 11:32 pm Post #23 |
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“No. What is the Labyrinth? I have no idea unless it’s to become vampire food. Ayla Grey, age 24, shoe size 5 ½, size 3, 118 lbs, 4.0 gpa, majoring in psychology. Only on certain people and yes, don’t ask, you look amazing, I only wash it 3 times a month.” Then she tucked a golden strand of said hair behind her ear and looked at him wryly. “And you are? Curious obviously, but name? And Labyrinth. Makes sense, but what is it?” --- The labyrinth is where we are, when and why could be any number of reasons, I was here once before, this is not a place I care to be again, the motivations and implications are always on a grander scale than I personally care to deal with or be held responsible for, unfortunately the labyrinth itself rarely cares about such matters." Taking her in as she stood there unconcerned about what he had just done to her, it was hard not to smile. "My name is Richard Grayson, I was in the middle of an issue that required such dress when I found myself here. Not all vampires are bad, though many are, on a side note. My best friend I purchased from a Vampire Slave ring, gave her, her freedom and she decided to stay by my side. She also hunted down and dealt with her previous captors." He shrugged, ending the side note. "The issue we have now is a simply one, some where in the middle of this place is a Castle, we must find it, get inside and deal with the evil within, then we may be able to go home, but there will be no home until then. With me so far?" |
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| Chaotic | February 7, 2012, 12:52 pm Post #24 |
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Ayla didn’t know it was possible to both immediately like someone and want to shoot them all in the same instant. That’s what she felt about this Grayson fellow. One, he seemed kinda….. nice and then he seemed kinda paranoid and pushy. She wasn’t sure what he did to her and it was slightly annoying, but at the same time, she was talking to someone, someone that didn’t look at her like he wanted to eat her. That was always nice. She went with the like aspect as she listened to him, looking at him oddly as he said vampire friend. For starters, vampires didn’t exist in her world, to the best of her knowledge, so she couldn’t really judge whether or not some weren’t so bad. Her media content on that was strictly literature and movies and it heavily depended on the level of horniness the authors had when writing. Or loneliness…… It was really a close call. Either way, vampires either sparkled like Elton John, became ravenous uncontrollable monsters, or became brooding seductive leeches. For some reason she figured none of the above likely applied to his version. But that was a totally different conversation…… She was where now? Castle? Evil? Battle to death? Okay, so the last part was her imagination and all, but it seemed fitting. She crossed her arms and looked at him as if he’d lost his ever loving mind, but her telepathy told her, he wasn’t so crazy or at least he believed what he was saying. Then logic took over hers and she realized, what other option did she have? Either she’d been tossed into another world, or she was dead and this was purgatory, save she didn’t believe in purgatory. So best to go with the former then………… another world which was considerably better than death. “Um……. Okay, aside from sounding apeshit crazy, sure. Why not? I mean I’m running out of ideas so that explanation is about as good as any I can come up with. Maze, center, castle, evil, fight to death, home. Got it.” She gave him a large smile that bordered slightly on crazy. “Just don’t try to eat me, okay? Not getting the vamp vibe, so what are you cause you aren’t totally human if you catch my drift……” |
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| Hadrian | February 7, 2012, 3:31 pm Post #25 |
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It was the smile, the smile that was as predatory as anything she had ever seen, yet in no way scary or directed at her. "Oh, no, I'm not human, I stopped being that about 1,500 years ago." He paused just long enough to let that sink in, then continued before she could ask a question. "I'm not a vampire, though in short I am related, a descendent of a werecreature, as in were wolf, I have Fae blood, as in Faries and Elves, I'm actually Immortal, I do not age, and I know some magical tricks. Fun stuff right, and if your here, your either really unlucky or actually skilled in some aspect or powerful in another. What is it you do, talk while we walk, sitting still makes us a target. I'm point so you have our backs." This was all very simple and straight forward to the man in the tux. He listened commenting as she began explaining herself to some degree or the other and her world. (Cover cas) Then he explained his "Destiny" it took about 3 hours, he had a good memory, either he was making a lot of shit up or he was a bone a fied super hero that destied doing anything anymore. Hard to argue after what he had been through but he was also kinda being a cop out by not doing anything with his abilities unless he had to either. He was slightly over 1,500 years old, and had a healthy distaste of the entire bi-pedal species. Human or not. Somewhere along the line of. "I find so called sentience's backward thinking, moronic imbeciles, whose only ability to calculate is how someone else might maybe have more than they do and how it is their deserved right to have what the other has worked for. Call it what ever species or race you want, they all think the same, all think they are oppressed, all think they have divine vengeance coming on the other or others, all believe they are utterly innocent in all that has transpired and that everyone else is heathens at best." He hated everyone. That was the problem, he had been a good guy at one time in all likely hood, but now he pretty much hated all of them for what he saw them as. "Complete and utter idiots with out a single ounce or intelligence self preservation that would only come by working together. Something their pride and inaccurately white washed passed down history tells them. They find themselves justified into their own hypocrisy. And I'm tired of saving them from themselves." Bitter much. Yet all this was said with a smile, it was something that he had come to terms with some time ago, and with a "long view" as he had, well he had time to do it. (Tag cas on all this lol.) |
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| Chaotic | February 9, 2012, 3:40 pm Post #26 |
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He wasn’t human, check. That much she was getting rather good at telling. Was anyone save her human around here? She was on the verge of asking this when the rest of his little story came filtering through the stone wall of logic in her head and starting planting fantasy daisies. Come again…..he was what now? Her smile of crazy broadened and she paused in her steps to simply look at him. For a mummy, he looked damn good, best aging skin she’d ever seen on someone from post Roman Europe dark ages. Uh….. how the hell was she supposed to just accept that. Maybe he was crazy. Oh sure Ayla, you can readily accept you’re in another world, but not immortal werewolves. Werewolves, okay fine. You did accept vampires, why not the other, they usually went hand in hand in every story out there. But he was related….. so that meant he didn’t turn into a wolf maybe, which was good or bad or who the hell knew. Her rationality stopped at the mention of 1500 years. Her face visibly twitched but she swallowed and kept her smile. After all, he did ask her a question, although topping his answer was going to be difficult. “1500 years, wow, you look rather nice. Amazing more like it. Me? My mom had wrinkles by the time she was 30, so yeah, the whole aging well thing probably isn’t going to happen for me. Figures really…… “ She sighed, the air blowing up a strand of hair as it exhaled, her expression turning to almost comical confusion. She did however understand point and covering their backs, setting her telepathy to pick up any stray thoughts in the vicinity and heightening her own senses slightly. “I’m not really all that important, just a college student really. I did my dues in my teens for the government, got the conscription out of the way and retired early so to speak. The human genome mutated sometime in the 50’s, some argue way before then but does it matter really, and after several massive wars, the government finally stepped in and started monitoring. Mutants are required to join special government tasks force, mostly peace keeping and world protection, mostly depending on when their gene activated. Me? Mine activated early, at age 5. I’m a telepath, no not reading your mind, I’ve learned to well, mostly control it. One on one like this, it’s easy to tune you out, large crowds not so much, but I can manage. At five, I could not manage, learned to manipulate my parents rather adeptly. Teachers caught on quick though and off I went to a special type of school for kids just like me or not so much like me, but in the same boat. My other power kicked in about age 8 during some random super villain attack, you know the kind of moron’s that think taking over the world and painting their own picture of it is a good thing, it was s self defense sort of thing, but yeah, Uncle Sam was pleased. Oh, it was telekinesis, like my aunt, Jean. I suddenly got put on top of the roster because, child rights aside, I was damn good at what I did. Learned all kinds of things beside my ABC’s and linguistics and math, like how to pick locks, put together AK 47’s, and 100 different ways to fatally stab people who threaten me. I guess you could say those are skills, to be honest, never had to really use them much. Funny how government sanctioned hero teams put a damper on crime so easily.” She took a breath. “At 20 Uncle Sam decided I’d been useful enough, got my pick of school, a nice trust fund, and left on the on call list. I went into psych mainly because, well, I live in people’s heads mostly anyhow. Why not you know?” And then her face turned beat red, but hey, her tale sounded way less farfetched than, oh I’m immortal and 1500 years old. At least to her…….. But she only thought she was long winded….. Finally, she looked at him and smiled a sideways little laugh and shook her head. “So basically in 1500 years you’ve learned to become a misanthropist and bitter. I’d love to say you’re the first superhero to become such, but really, I’ve met others. I also understand. By the time I came on the scene things had gotten really quiet. I haven’t seen nearly as much as the teams four generations before me have, during the Kree war, and the Brea war, and countless other petty confrontations. I don’t believe in destiny. Things happen, shit happens, and either you learn to roll with it or get buried underneath. Sometimes people have to stand up and fight, regardless of a desire to do so, otherwise, then what? What do you have left besides a shit mountain and some evil asshole flinging crap at you?” She shrugged. “I learned at 5 that life wasn’t fair when I was yanked from home and told I was going to spend the next 15 years fighting bad guys. It’s not what I wanted, but really at 5, I didn’t want anything but toys, cookies, and mom and dad. Now?” She looked around. “Now I just want to go home and finish my thesis, marry, and move on. I’m no more special than 45% of the rest of the population on my world. I guess that just makes me really unlucky……” |
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| Hadrian | February 11, 2012, 3:00 pm Post #27 |
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(ATTENTION EVERYONE) As various groups moved about in the Labyrinth Sadatt smiled. "So the Light side has made it's call again. I imagine Balance is interested in how this place out. How about you Triton?" Towering over the small liquid metal figure of Sadatt, Triton stood over eleven feet tall, covered in pure black armor and carried a war hammer made both of magic and steel. The silent Knight said nothing as it's masters contemplated the fate of those below the Castle Proper, cast out in the Labyrinth itself. "Send out the Silver wolves, lets remind Balance she needs to do better to shift the power here." With one terrible hand the Knight waved, somewhere howls sounded and dozens of liquid metal like things that some might call wolves with shards and spikes formed all over their body began the hunt. These things could be hurt but not stopped with anything short of vaporizing them. Tearing them apart bought you a few moments at best while they reformed. "Check." Sadatt whispered with amusement. (Tag everyone, these things will pursue you relentlessly until you reach one of the compounds mentioned. Like the Scarlett Crusade or the Sisterhood locations, they will stop at the gates. Have fun.) |
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| Hadrian | February 11, 2012, 11:09 pm Post #28 |
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There were a number of answers he could have given her, one aimed something like. "I simply grew tired of laying to earth good people, good friends, in defense of those that neither wanted nor had any understanding of the sacrifice given. I hate the "defenseless masses" as much as I do the monsters in the dark. The monsters for being monsters, the masses for being to self centered to know the difference." --- Before a proper answer could be given, the look he held her with spoke volumes, but there would be little time for talking, something oozed out of the wall, silver liquid with substantive form, pooling, whirling, howling. The sound sending chills down one's spine. Grayson took three steps back moving his right hand in a small circle directly ahead as if pointing, moving his left in approximations of symbols Latin would later be taken from. The words he spoke strange and vanishing from her mind as soon as he spoke them, much like catching running water with your hands. You knew what it felt like but could not return it to any exact measurable form against a previous catching other than weight it bore. As the thing formed into something some might call a wolf, just slightly larger, and with spines of liquid metal moving around its mid section and legs, Richard smiled. "Te non suscipiat." Air warped in on itself and the thing vanished. A simple matter of dealing with...more howls. "I cannot do that many more times, we need to move. Now." (Editors note. **You are not welcome here**) |
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