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((Well, Siber did communicate with Renard. Renard talked to Fyrin, who never did mention the name, but since Renard's presumably coming with Fyrin, (VenomfortheloveofallthatisgoodandholypostforRenardandforthosedangdemonswhoweresupposedtobebackingupVladandJames) Renard ought to recognize Siber. If that doesn't work out... well, you'll have to fight Fyrin. If it does work out... well, I have some more character development ideas.))

Vlad shrugged, turned the knife point towards him, slapped the handle into Siber's hand, took several steps back, and did nothing more but return his hand to the air. His other knife was discarded back by the pillar, too far for him to get to quickly. Vlad's only weapon now was his magical prowess, which he hadn't show himself too eager to use without the assault rifle that Paul was now holding.

Then in his mind (or his soul) Vlad heard Fyrin's voice. Fyrin had decided to strengthen the connection to the point of communication. That might be dangerous; it might be tracked. But who by?


Gentleman here claims to know you. Says there was an enemy-of-my-enemy thing going on.

I'll ask.


"You," Vlad demanded, addressing Siber. "You helped with the kids?"

He says so. Says he was wearing green.


"Fyrin believes you for now," Vlad informed Siber. He listened to Siber's question, then returned to Fyrin.

They don't know we're hunting Legion. Should I-?

Very well, Vlad responded.

"We tried to kill you because we believed you were aiding Legion to escape. Our whole purpose here is to kill him. We've been trying to prevent any Warlocks from escaping so that we might learn where he is. As far as I know, we still intend to find out," Vlad added. For a moment Siber thought that the left side of the skeleton's mouth was twisting up into a wry expression. "Can you help us?"

Paul thought. Paul thought very hard. Sam was in the Cabal. Fyrin was hunting Legion, but... would he hurt Sam to get to Legion? Sam couldn't possibly know either. None of them knew. Could he? Could they convince Fyrin to sign on to the plan to kill Abaddon long enough to turn on Legion and destroy him? Another four men, armed with powerful weapons and fighting experience... they would be an asset, that was for sure. Could they be convinced? The truth... the truth would be best and Siber hadn't told the whole truth. Perhaps Paul should... should he?

Siber seemed in thought too, however deeply he was trying to cover the fact; what he was thinking was totally unclear, though. What decision was he trying to make? Paul had no idea. It had no bearing. He had come to a decision.

"We engaged with Legion in a cease-fire. Alone we could not defeat Abaddon's avatar. This doesn't change the fact we have no idea where he is, but... it does..." Paul lowered his voice. Samuel, further down the way, could not hear what Paul was about to say. "It does present you with an opportunity," he stated simply.

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Vlad jerked back in surprise one moment, then leaned forward in understanding the next. This man... he might not speak for his compatriots, but what he was saying was that if Fyrin could be convinced... he could join the band, get Abaddon weakened... then turn on Legion. Kill him as he needed to.

Fyrin, they have a plan.

Then... what do you think?

Should I tell them?
<...no, I will do that myself. There must be a reason that man lowered his voice. Perhaps one of them is not your friend.>
Which one?

Should we not follow them?

Very well.

Vlad went back to Paul. "We will... think upon it."

((VENOMIKNOWYOU'REONLINEPOST scream

edit: VENOMNODONTLOGOFFYOUHAVETOPOST scream

Also: Siber: 'Tis "Deus Ex Machina." biggrin ))

Jacob sighed, he was disappointed that he couldn't do anything effective to help the others. Once things seemed to calm down, he emerged from behind the desk to join the others, the 9mm still in his hands, "So, what's happening now?" he asked, walking over to Joe. He paused for a moment, at the mention of Legion.
Are they talking about the Legion I think they are?

You can't be serious...Legion's real? I thought it was just some story.

That can't be good at all, and I take it he's everything you'd expect from a guy possessed with innumerable demons?

Great.

Joe, glancing over and seeing the gun, grabbed it and put it next to the other. "These guys...well, skeletons, really, have declared a ceasefire with our friend Siber. Of course, I agree."
Joe grinned. "Seems like was have a common enemy with them."

((Ehh, no worries.
You know what I say to my girlfriend when it comes to this RP?
*kerslap* move it, Cabal is moving! then I shove her away from the computer. 3nodding ))

((No prob, Venom.

I'll be leaving sooner or later, and when I do I won't be back 'till tomorrow in all probability.

This prediction almost assures the fact that I will come back.

And that one negates that.

It's an infinite loop! gonk

Ha, what a great boyfriend you are, Joe. wink

I'm going to wait for Venom to do his editing before I advance the storyline - I wanna see what he does.))

Fyrin cocked his head. "I was under the impression that the warlocks were negotiating some sort of peace agreement. Was I mistaken? Did I come to fight? I certainly hope not." His calm and quiet speech seemed to match the swordsman's confidence. "If we are to negotiate such a peace deal, however, I must ask that my men are returned their weapons. I will stand accountable for what they do, as they are my creations." He looked expectantly at the human soldiers.

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Paul glared back at Fyrin. Something wasn't right. His train of thought wasn't moving properly. He attempted to re-summon the mental dome in which he had seen Robert, but it was as though the signal was fuzzy. He caught a glimpse of it, but... nothing substantial.