Death Wind

[Chath Tiu]

Storm triggered her innate magical abilites and floated along, harmlessly riding out his kentic force in the air. She pulled a pair of dagger from seathes hidden on her wrists and threw one, then the other at Allen's hands.  

[Chath Tiu]

Storm grabbed a rigging line before the increased winds blew her too far out. She drew another dagger (this one from somewhere on her pants) and threw it at him, more to keep him moveing then to try and score more blood. She had seen the emotions flicker across Allens face and didn't understand it. So she started mocking him. Afterall, anger is always better then fear and she didn't truly want to hurt him.

"Does the big bad shadow kitty have a wee little booboo? Does he want me to kiss it and make it better?"

Her tone said the offer was half serious.  

[Chath Tiu]

Storm laughed.

"Point."

She floated down, sheathing her weapons as she went.

"So, how does one learn to bend the elements to their whims and wills? The notion's always intrigued me."  

[Chath Tiu]

"So, you have to what? Be born to shadows? Or whatever element you control and then train with it? How would you know that you could infact manipulate it?"

Zia and Miada skipped up, two men following them. Storm stared at them, not quite beliving what she saw.

"What are they doing here?"  

[Chath Tiu]

"Really? Intriging."

Storm's tone said she didn't think it was anything even remotely close to intriging. Her eyes were firmly on the strangers, now standing to one side, waiting to be aknowledged.

At first glance, they didn't look that alike. They were both tall and broad shouldered, but beyond that, they were opposites. The one on the left's hair was sleek and very blond, cut long so it framed a face that was all high, sculpted cheek-bones, complete with a dimple i nhis chin deep enough that one could never decide if it looked adorable or painful. His eyes were a clear steady blue, striking in clour. He wore a modern tailored suit of tans and creams that made him look halfway between the college professor of your dreams and an executive.

The other had obviously slept in his clothes. They were made up of bits of leathers, but not fashionable, no, more like boiled leather worn smooth and soft with use and wear. His pants were tucked into boot, battered and as worn as the clothes. Storm herself had offered many a time to replace them, but he had refused. He could have been dressed for any century from teh thirteenth to fifteenth. His straight brown hair was should length, bt strongy, as if it needed a good brushing. He didn't exactly have a beard, just stubble, as if he hadn't shaved for a while. But under all that disarrary was the same bone structure, the same cleft chin, and the same blue eyes as the other man. The other's eyes always seemed to hold a cynical joy, the this one's looked tired and wary, as if he was just waiting for someone to disappoint him.

"Allen, may I present to you The Wicked Truth."

The two men bowed.  

[Chath Tiu]

The one on the left chuckled. When he spoke his voice was light, but unmistakenly masculine.

"Actually, no. I am Wicked and this is my brother, Truth."

"All very well to do, but what are you doing here?"

The man named Truth answered her.

"We thought we'd stop by. See an old friend."

Which Storm took to mean some one had hired The Wicked Truth out.  

[Chath Tiu]

Wicked and Truth shook his hands, a small spark of power skipping from each hand into Allens's.

"Great, now that we are all aquanted, why are you two here? Who bought you out?"

Wicked tisked and Truth frowned.

"Now, you wouldn't want us to tarnish out good name would you and break our confidentitality?"

"You have before, to me."

"But not with out a price, ma cher."  

[Chath Tiu]

Wicked and Truth looked alarmed.

"What is the meaning of this, Hunzirm?"

"Have you not come to trust us?"


Storm laughed.

"I can count the number of people I trust on my hand and still have fingers left over. You two are not in that group."