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 Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 10:14 am
" Maybe that's the reason why" "You can't ever fly..." Cαsτειιo
"Take away the blue..."
______________ Castello, after watching the conversation between Rhys and Teifi curiously, had jumped up when Izzy arrived to announce that dinner was ready! He already had a bowl and was enthusiastically chowing down. "Mmh," he murmured, then swallowed a mouthful of stew. "Ahh... fantastic, Kyros. I was starving, I tell you. Think I'm gonna go nap in a bit."
Castello was a legendary nap-taker. Most people who thought they were pretty good at napping, they could lie down in bed in the middle of the day, not wake up until late, all that jazz. Castello could drop to sleep in mid-air, fall onto a couch, sleep until morning, and still call it a nap. Lazy bird.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:10 am
Amelia ate next to Rhys, calming considerably. The food was really good, she had to admit... Tibarn was an excellent cook, judging by what times he'd taken over the kitchen, but this was actually better than his soup. Doesn't change that we're kind of stuck here... Amelia stared at her watery, faint reflection in the dark broth before taking another mouthful of stew into her mouth.
She looked over to Melethia, an expression of worry crossing her face. Isadora was speaking to the dragoness at the moment, so Amelia didn't wish to interrupt, but... she seemed okay, at least. I hope.
Amelia looked back to her bowl. Why did she feel so tired all of a sudden? All the stress of the day catching up, maybe... She took another spoonful of stew into her mouth and let the flavors sit on her tongue for a while, then swallowed. She let the slight burnt sensation of her tongue prickle at her while she ate.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:02 pm
The door shut behind him silently. He ran a hand through his hair and took a look around the basement. "He's still here... What is his obsession with this place?" He wondered aloud. Octavio walked purposefully to the door of the room. He felt the power of the people outside in the mansion. Powerful people out there. He stopped before opening the door. He sensed it was late in the evening.
He put his hand on the doorknob, bracing himself against the door with his other hand, and placed his ear against the door. He couldn't hear very much. Faint voices. He sniffed. Smelled like dinner. Suddenly Octavio was hit with a pain of sorrow. The presence from before. The spirit that lived in this mansion... Her presence was no longer here. There could only be one reason for that... She was gone.
"No... You've gone so low, Loki... You've murdered before, but... She was..." He whispered. He solemnly turned the knob, and opened the door, revealing the hallway before him. The voices and the smell of food were very faint. He began to move carefully toward the main part of the mansion. Up the stairs, through hallways... He saw no one else so far. If Loki was here, though... He would find him. Somehow, though, he didn't sense Loki. There was another power here, that was similar to Loki's... No... It's much different. Someone here is channeling his power. If this is true, Loki must know. If that is true, Loki is behind it. If that is true... I will stop it... He moved closer to where he had heard voices. He carefully checked around corners. If Loki's been here, if he has control of this place, then it won't do for him to get caught here. He peeked around the corner, catching sight of Amelia and the others in the room. What's going on, he wondered. He had seen Rhys, Melethia, and Amelia before. Even if he couldn't remember their names. He didn't recognize the blue haired armored woman, and who were those other people?
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:40 pm
Hm.
What was that?
Neros had been humming to himself, nibbling gently on the skin of his thumb, nicely tucked away in the shadows of the attic. He'd been nodding off in an attempt to forget his sorrow over Fefga's dissipation. He'd been trying to comfort himself with thoughts and promises of whimpering subjects tethered to the walls and suspended from the ceiling, begging for mercy in their quiet sobs or swearing vengeance on him in muffled shrieks. It made him laugh. So smile he did at such thoughts and images, pleased by his misdeeds upon the creatures that had done him so much disgrace and agony...
And he was nodding off to sweet dreams of honey and saliva when a strangely familiar presence washed over.
Neros opened his eyes to the attic. Nothing changed. There was no other presence to account for, no intruder to dismember for such a transgression. He realized it was a presence walking by and turned his eyes downward. This one possessed a strange energy signature. It did not resonate with the likeness of a mortal's, but rather...
No, he knew this aura...
Neros quietly opened the hatch. Octavio had just passed by it and Neros poked his head down, upside-down for a moment and wondering where the stranger was. He turned his head around, saw Octavio walking away, and withdrew into the attic.
A moment later, Neros had quietly slipped down, wearing someone else's head on his like a cowl (now it didn't have a skull, that'd be hard to fit on your head) and was sneaking after Octavio. He was well aware that it wasn't Halloween, but can't a guy get some amusement once in a while?
He kept a good distance, following the stranger the best he could without being sensed. They wound through various corridors, and eventually it occurred to Neros that they were following a scented trail, a trail that would lead them to food. He hadn't had normal food in a while. The last time he had normal food was, well, when he was relatively normal.
He stopped when the stranger stopped to check around the corner. Neros stopped to stare, then narrowed his eyes.
He snuck up, watching Octavio with keen caution, crouching low as his cowl's exposed eye sockets stared blankly at their victim. When Neros drew near enough, he was certain that Octavio would sense something.
It was then Neros pounced, launching at the stranger.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:56 pm
Octavio was quicker. He whipped around, punching his staff out to hit the (Very strange) Stranger in the stomach. When he had done this, he looked down at him, then shot his attention back to the others, who had surely noticed that something had happened. "Ah!" He said, startled. Uh-oh. Now they knew he was there, and this creep, whose face looked EXTREMELY strange, almost as if it didn't belong there, was ready to attack him again. He sprinted down the hallway, pulling out a tome.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 2:08 pm
Neros tumbled to the ground as the staff conneced, his human cowl floppling off of his head onto Octavio's. As he hit the floor he slid into view of those who were having dinner. Neros jerked up, suddenly enraged that this pretty boy landed a hit on him, but he stopped when he realized he was in full view of the people at the dinner table.
Well, not for long. He had more enticing prey to nab. Neros scrambled along the floor, his claws clicking against whatever hard surface he found until he was on his feet darting after Octavio, the lighting of the hallway forcing his eyes into reptilian slits.
His anger seemed to manifest around him, as though his aura had intensified into a body of smoke that swallowed all light. As he hunted Octavio down, he let loose a deep, rattling snarl.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 2:15 pm
Octavio ran for his life, after throwing off the disgusting "human cowl" that had been thrown on him. He came to a railing and jumped up on it, falling purposefully on a couch far below. "AH!" He yelled as he hit the couch and bounced onto the floor, his feet still up on the cushions. A very vulnerable position for the fast-moving monster that was chasing him to see him in. "Aah!" He screamed, scrambling up from the floor. "Who are you?! What are you?! Why do you want me?!" He yelled at the monster.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 2:23 pm
Neros bolted into the room, overwhelmed by the thrill and promise of new meat. Especially some that was as special as this. When he caught sight of Octavio sprawled on the ground, he charged forward, wings flaring, fangs bared and a deeply draconic growl rumbling in his throat.
He slammed into Octavio and pinned him to the floor, his face in Octavio's, his breath reeking of corpse and teeth stained in rusted colors.
"You taste like Ashera," he snarled, referring to Octavio's aura. He tightened his claws on the stranger's chest. "Why?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 2:29 pm
Octavio stared, terrified up at Neros. "What do you think you're doing?! I'm here to help, you... you thing, you! You can't eat me... Don't eat me!" Octavio struggled. "Let go of me.. Please! You're probably going to end up getting us both killed anyway! Let me go!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 2:45 pm
"Getting us both killed!?"
His aura seemed to thicken, bolts of anger flashing through the blackness. He lifted his head away from Octavio's but kept the poor thing pinned. This frail creature, who was practically exploding with a likeness to Ashera's presence, was suggesting that he, an abominable spawn of past regret and despair and hatred, was weak enough to succumb to the next thing that would befall them...
Weak, weak, weak little pretty thing with no wings to fly and no soul to bless with a face for destroying and a heart for consuming, no more, unneeded, you are forfeit in entirety.
Neros shrieked. It was a human scream as he fell away from Octavio, suddenly wracked by sobs.
"WHY!?" he repeated, his body trembling, his wings twitching in every direction as he covered his face, his voice ringing throughout the mansion. "WHY, WHY, WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!!"
Neros writhed then and there, sobbing and screaming to himself. And then he picked himself up and screamed at Octavio, a bloodcurdling, grating shriek that was both human and inhuman, and it deformed into a deep and rasping roar, mudlike tears streaking his face, his body warping — but by illusion or reality, it was not certain.
And then he collapsed to his knees.
Neros knelt there, suddenly quiet, becalmed. His head was bowed, his bangs scattered over his face.
"What are you doing here?" he bluntly asked, looking up with a tired yet predatory look. But he could not expect what had happened, whether Octavio had fled or stayed, whether he was frozen in the spot or was pointing a spell at him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:03 pm
Octavio stared, confused. He sat up, shaking a little.
"What are you doing here?"
"I... I am here to stop Loki."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:37 pm
"I was by myself." Melethia answered. "Some morphs came after me. I got hit with 2 arrows in my back. That's why there is some blood." She stood up. "If you don't mind. I need to clean myself of this blood." She walked to her room, got her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:39 pm
His eyes slowly wandered to the carpet again.
"Loki." He cocked his head somewhat, though he seemed to be speaking at the floor. "Then it's none of my concern.
He knew that Ashera had opposed Loki ever since she'd fled to Learania, though the goddess had been unable to do a thing about him. Neros didn't want to have anything to do with her any more. He didn't want to have anything to do with anyone or anything else.
"None of my concern," he repeated to himself, standing up. He wasn't easy on his feet. "I've changed my mind. Do want you want. Just keep me out of it..."
He bristled as he turned away.
"This world doesn't need gods and goddesses..."
Head bowed, he slunk back into the corridor, eating away at himself with his regret and resentment.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:43 pm
"W-wait! Where are you going? You want to lend me a hand, here? What's going on here? Wait!" Octavio blinked, confused at the monster. What are you? he wondered.
Octavio seemed to have bigger problems. Someone had to have heard that. He decided to come back at a later time, but first he would wait to hear what Neros had to say.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:46 pm
Neros...vanished into the corridor. He just wanted to be alone.
Like he had been for his entire life. His entire, Branded life.
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