What was so funny about that? The way his right arm suddenly moved to his side after Amias said something devious? Or the way that his caressing finger wouldn't find the security button? "I don't have to hurt you to get what I want. In fact...what I need is quite simple. On this sheet of paper, " After saying such, Amias would pull out the second slip, "I just need you to write down the incantation for a particularly powerful destruction spell from your people. Nothing overly special. Something with pizzazz, something that will really knock the socks off opponents. Know a spell like that?" After which, Amias held the paper to him, as well as a writing utensil. "Once you write that down for me, I'll be out of your hair. Sound fair?"
Energy (1400/1400 Energy) Stats 10/12 Equipment Gauntlets Passives
• Glory To Me Pagans are very... noble. They have the air of a King or Queen about them; even a divine. This comes from this particular ability. 'Glory To Me' is a mental allure that they constantly release from their vessel, similar to an Incubi's seduction, but weaker. Rather than seducing people, this ability fools their mind. It can make them see things that aren't real. In fact, they can even feel these things. This ability is literally impossible to ignore or break out of, but it serves little benefit other than prestige. A Pagan will often use this power to make themselves appear divine; the sun will rise behind them, their clothing will flow and shine with the breeze, they'll just seem so... God-like. They can even change their appearance using this, although it's a temporary thing. This ability can have some uses in battle, though. For example, if a Pagan is to cast a shadow over themselves, it'd make them harder to see. If they make the sun shine behind them, they can make their enemy flinch away from the overbearing light. They can also fool enemies into thinking they've struck a shield or something like that, although that sort of manipulation over reality is something that only Pagans who focus on this type of power can do.
• Three Wishes Up to three times per fight, the djinn may manipulate the force around an attack to redirect it for two ranks less in energy. This can only be done on skills of one rank higher than them. This is an extremely powerful passive of the djinn, an intelligent djinn capable of using it to largely make up for their vulnerability to ranged magic. It can also help to leave an enemy open in close-quarters combat.
• Mind Games The djinn have a permanent 'force' around their skin that will reduce incoming damage by a rank (excluding holy and unholy magic). This puts them on the same level of base defensibility as a werewolf, although they can't regenerate, so... At adept rank, this force can become amplified by the djinn's mind, psychomanually controlling the level of force in the layer of magic. They can apply energy to it to block all manner of attacks, meaning they don't really have to learn defensive abilities. It is really no more potent than any other defense of its rank, though.
Technique(s)
Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 10:21 pm
The Receptionist: Jovine ----------------------------------------------
The fact he couldn't find the button, began to agitate Jovine fairly quickly while he tried to keep the calm demeanor. He soon saw the slip and the writing utensil as he took a deep breathe before he exhaled softly. "You come.... into my work area.... took the button to get the guests out incase of an emergency.... and you want me to give away a strong destruction spell?" He could tell the button was missing as he could feel the coating of the wires before the dark elf soon stood up, flipping a table over as Mr. L moved out of the way, to let Amias handle this situation on his own.
"Well, when you say it like that, it sounds way more vicious than it really is." As the table flew at him, another snap of his fingers would banish it. Disappearing from thin air, there was nothing between the two of them now. Moving at a speed that a dark elf couldn't hope to match, Amias closed in on his opponent. Getting in close, he slid one foot behind the elf's right leg as he aimed a rather powerful palm strike into his chest. Were this attack successful, the elf would be sent tumbling into the wall behind him. But that was just where things started to get plain weird. Perhaps now, Mr. L would start to get somewhat of an idea of what Amias' abilities really were. As the Pagan snapped his fingers once more, the wall the elf would have tumbled into disappeared, soundlessly taking their fight outside. When his quarry landed on the streets, his final tumble would place him at Amias' feet once again. To the mind of this young elf, it would seem as though he were truly fighting a god. The ability to remove his attacks without really trying, teleporting...what couldn't Amias do?
When the elf finally stopped rolling, Amias gave him a firm kick in the stomach before lifting and throwing him at the brick walls of the hotel. By now, the pain inflicted to the mage's fragile body would hopefully have been enough to illicit an answer from him...or the Pagan would have to start breaking bones. "Now...I'm not going to ask you again. There are other dark elves in this hotel, and if I have to ask one of them to get this spell, you'll be burning in the pits of hell by the time I walk up the stairs. Do I make myself clear? Write the damn spell, in your native tongue."
Energy (1400/1400 Energy) Stats 10/12 Equipment Gauntlets Passives
• Glory To Me Pagans are very... noble. They have the air of a King or Queen about them; even a divine. This comes from this particular ability. 'Glory To Me' is a mental allure that they constantly release from their vessel, similar to an Incubi's seduction, but weaker. Rather than seducing people, this ability fools their mind. It can make them see things that aren't real. In fact, they can even feel these things. This ability is literally impossible to ignore or break out of, but it serves little benefit other than prestige. A Pagan will often use this power to make themselves appear divine; the sun will rise behind them, their clothing will flow and shine with the breeze, they'll just seem so... God-like. They can even change their appearance using this, although it's a temporary thing. This ability can have some uses in battle, though. For example, if a Pagan is to cast a shadow over themselves, it'd make them harder to see. If they make the sun shine behind them, they can make their enemy flinch away from the overbearing light. They can also fool enemies into thinking they've struck a shield or something like that, although that sort of manipulation over reality is something that only Pagans who focus on this type of power can do.
• Three Wishes Up to three times per fight, the djinn may manipulate the force around an attack to redirect it for two ranks less in energy. This can only be done on skills of one rank higher than them. This is an extremely powerful passive of the djinn, an intelligent djinn capable of using it to largely make up for their vulnerability to ranged magic. It can also help to leave an enemy open in close-quarters combat.
• Mind Games The djinn have a permanent 'force' around their skin that will reduce incoming damage by a rank (excluding holy and unholy magic). This puts them on the same level of base defensibility as a werewolf, although they can't regenerate, so... At adept rank, this force can become amplified by the djinn's mind, psychomanually controlling the level of force in the layer of magic. They can apply energy to it to block all manner of attacks, meaning they don't really have to learn defensive abilities. It is really no more potent than any other defense of its rank, though.
Technique(s)
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 9:06 am
The Receptionist: Jovine ----------------------------------------------
Jovine could barely see what was going on as the man not only made the table disappear, but had quickly started beating on the dark elf, and before he knew it, they were outside. He started to try and get back up, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. As he was starting to get back up, Mr. L was clapping his hands as Amias continued his attack. Jovine's abdomen was practically crushed with Amias' kick as he was soon thrown into the brick walls, screaming in pain as he fell to the ground on his hands and feet. The moment Amias came at him again, the way he spoke caused him to wince before he took the paper from the man. "W-Writing utensil." He spoke softly.
Amias briskly handed him the writing utensil before speaking again. "And try any funny business with that paper, and I'll give you a one way trip to a place even worse than hell." With another snap of his fingers, everything in the hotel reasserted itself. The table, the wall, and the button all seemed to magically reappear before their very eyes. "I'll put you in the same place all those objects were, floating in an oblivion comprised entirely of nothing. You will starve to death with nothing to hope for, and no way of escaping. Alone, hungry, and devoid of happiness. And gods help you if you should ever reach that space. You will never escape." As soon as the elf finished his writing, Amias pulled the paper from his hands, storing it in his pocket dimension for safekeeping. "And push that button inside. I dare you." Afterward, the Pagan walked back to Mr. L. "And now for the final sheet." Procuring the final sheet of paper, Amias would begin to shed apathetic tears on it before writing his own name using the blunt edge of the previous utensil. After the familiar glow faded, he presented the three sheets to his patron. "And if you've nothing else for me to do immediately, I'll go fetch Brydent, and make him aware of what his task is." For now, he simply waited for his answer.
Energy (1400/1400 Energy) Stats 10/12 Equipment Gauntlets Passives
• Glory To Me Pagans are very... noble. They have the air of a King or Queen about them; even a divine. This comes from this particular ability. 'Glory To Me' is a mental allure that they constantly release from their vessel, similar to an Incubi's seduction, but weaker. Rather than seducing people, this ability fools their mind. It can make them see things that aren't real. In fact, they can even feel these things. This ability is literally impossible to ignore or break out of, but it serves little benefit other than prestige. A Pagan will often use this power to make themselves appear divine; the sun will rise behind them, their clothing will flow and shine with the breeze, they'll just seem so... God-like. They can even change their appearance using this, although it's a temporary thing. This ability can have some uses in battle, though. For example, if a Pagan is to cast a shadow over themselves, it'd make them harder to see. If they make the sun shine behind them, they can make their enemy flinch away from the overbearing light. They can also fool enemies into thinking they've struck a shield or something like that, although that sort of manipulation over reality is something that only Pagans who focus on this type of power can do.
• Three Wishes Up to three times per fight, the djinn may manipulate the force around an attack to redirect it for two ranks less in energy. This can only be done on skills of one rank higher than them. This is an extremely powerful passive of the djinn, an intelligent djinn capable of using it to largely make up for their vulnerability to ranged magic. It can also help to leave an enemy open in close-quarters combat.
• Mind Games The djinn have a permanent 'force' around their skin that will reduce incoming damage by a rank (excluding holy and unholy magic). This puts them on the same level of base defensibility as a werewolf, although they can't regenerate, so... At adept rank, this force can become amplified by the djinn's mind, psychomanually controlling the level of force in the layer of magic. They can apply energy to it to block all manner of attacks, meaning they don't really have to learn defensive abilities. It is really no more potent than any other defense of its rank, though.
Technique(s)
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 4:06 pm
Mr. L --------------------------
"Splendid work Mr. Nicht." He smiled at Amias before he took the slips of paper before he noticed Amias tearing onto the paper. The glow recognized him as a Pagan as it caused Mr. L to smile as he took the paper kindly. "Thank you very much. Nothing else is needed right now, please make sure to accompany Mr. Captain with his work, I will be meeting you both out at Port Hazel so we can travel quickly." With that, Mr. L began to walk off, fading into the eternal darkness.
When the dimension door opened in the lobby shanty hotel, Alistair came out of the peculiar door first, followed by Red shortly after. With the two hand in hand, he allowed her to see what Alistair had been reduced to. Coming in to his reign with no money, he left it all the same, with the exception of the Haunting Harlot, which he purchased shortly before the Gates of the Third Plane had been opened. The lobby itself would give Red a very good glimpse at how the rest of the building would look. Cracked walls and foundations, windows with unimaginable amounts of lime residue which limited the amount of lights coming in from the highly illuminated city around it. In the furthest corner of the lobby, a rodent scurried its way toward its hiding hole. In comparison to the last location where they shared a bed, the place was a dump. In every way possible, the location was a wreck. Though, besides his family home in Gloria en Valle, which he refused to go to, this was Alistair's last possession. "It's not much... but it's home for now." He muttered. Truthfully, the state of the place did not matter to Alistair. The man came from a very low caste family, and never truly had much to begin with. The state of the Harlot wasn't much different from the house he was born in.
As he continued onward, past the lobby, he beckoned for Red to follow close behind him. Though he was positive Red was capable of handling herself, many of the guests had deep ties to Luimira's underworld. Thieves and scoundrels alike, many loyal to Lilith, who he still deeply distrusts, despite her reaching out to him. As they ascended several flights of stairs with questionable stability, Alistair never bothered to look back at Red to see what her reaction to the establishment was. In a matter of minutes, they reached the penultimate floor. For the first time since they entered the building, not a soul was in sight. The entire floor was sanctioned off due to tales of a shadow monster. A creature that fed on adults and children alike, yet Alistair dismissed such tales. "You allow one single shadow relay a message, and the building screams monster." Of course it had been Alistair who set the shadow loose, though no deaths had come of it.
The corridor they wandered down was... silent. They were alone. As alone as they were when Alistair finally allowed himself the peace he so desperately desired with Red at the Estate. When Alistair finally stopped in front of a door, there wasn't a lock present. There wasn't an idiot alive who would ever even think of entering the man's room. No one tried, and it would always remain that way. Turning the knob to reveal a room like any other, though no lights had been present. The room was completely dark, and only the the vaguest of shapes outlined the shanty furniture in the room. He would allow Red to enter on her own accord, when she was ready. Alistair, however, had thoughtlessly wandered into the room, turning back to face Red for the first time. "I won't force you to do anything. You may turn back now, and we can try and live apart. You can forget about me and everything we are. I won't hold it against you..." Every fiber of his being regretted each word he spoke, though he continued. "I can't give you anything but the man standing before you. In body..." He said as he removed his coveted jacket, peeling it off of his torso. "In mind..." Briefly, the room lit up in brilliant flames, subsiding seconds later to reveal that much of the man's black t-shirt had burned off, leaving bits of charcoaled clothing and ash around where he stood. "I am no longer your King. You are no longer my captain. No longer bound by the titles and our positions, I willingly give myself to you as you had done to me so long ago."
