|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 3:30 pm
The man would raise a brow, in curiousity. "You call me a stowaway? Truly, I am offended. You are docked, and I have not... hid myself from your knowledge. I merely... came to you. You come in such force, it is obvious that you set Barton as some grand board. I will ask you again." He would push forward, approaching the woman, arms at his side and swaying slightly as he made the distance.
"What game do you play here?"
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 3:37 pm
"Stealth is by no mean necessary to be a stowaway. Having no way to make sure you haven't been on board for the whole duration of the travel, I need to consider every possible situations."
Amelie didn't move from her spot and let the man come to her with nothing but a sigh. She had relaxed slightly, and had let go of her defensive stance, but still didn't trust the man any more than when he suddenly appeared upon her deck.
"If I tell you, will your curiosity be quenched enough to lead you out of my airship?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 3:43 pm
The man laughed again, though it felt softer at his closeness. He would hold up his hands, palm upward with a shrug.
"A thirsty man comes from the desert, you give him water, and you will quickly find yourself with none for yourself." He wagged a finger at her.
"You can not ask such a bargain. If you feed what you call... my curiousity, you cannot expect it to stop, but to grow stronger. If you feed something, you offer sustinence." His would dust his hands. "No, You see, I cannot offer that I will leave given you part with information. I am merely a messenger, unsent. The question is, will you find it in you to give me such an order?" A brow arches, as he gives a brief yawn.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 7:02 pm
"Even if I don't say a word, you can find your answer by looking at the men and women around you."
Indeed, after having just docked, the airship turned into an ant colony of orderly people dedicated to their tasks. Everyone was wearing a different uniform that seemed to coincide with what they were doing. Not only this, but more than half of them were armed. Some were sporting a shield on their off-hand, with what looked like a giant piece of armor on the other hand, its end shaped like a fist, or the tip of a hammer. Others held a stick between 3 and 4 feet long. Both the weapons were intricately decorated, as if every single one of them was a holy artifact.
"We're a militia, for the extermination of the undead. The Holy Purge."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 2:26 am
The man, for once, was mystified. Or so his appearance alluded. Eyebrows would go up, thought quirking his almost divinely beautiful face.
"Why? Why such a large force for such a small little... pardon my french, s**t stain upon Barton? There's hardly enough undead here to rouse an army. I understand a bit of spring cleaning, but this is like unleashing a mansion's worth of maids to handle a small, forest cottage. Obscene. Unneccassary! Why?"
Yet, if she could truly read the Dark Beast for what he was truly playing at, his shock and surprise was satirical, almost sarcastic, but covered so well by a court jester, used to putting on a many faces. Or just somebody who was damn good at lying through his teeth. Or, perhaps, that was all paranoia, and the creature was, for once, mystified and confused.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:57 am
"Large force? Hardly! We know Barton has nothing more than a handful of sparse vampires." She tapped the tip of her boot on the floor twice, getting slightly uncomfortable from standing still. We're just moving in. The north wing of the arena was recently donated to us by an anonymous benefactor. Being the tallest building in Barton, we've turned it into an airport."
She pointed to the other two large ships and the numerous Rockepellers. Someone used to machinery would easily notice that none of those ships held much more than a very crude and basic artillery. "Our fleet is only for transportation, not for fighting. Docking it where the undead concentration is small and unorganized is a simple way to keep it safe."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 3:24 pm
The man would frown, thoughtfully. "So, you're basically some kind of glorified ghostbusters? Policing what the Police can't or won't?" Fingers roved through his head of hair, thick, lush... Before he extended one in silence.
"Nexxus, by the way. Two X, not One." Just to clarify, should he be written about in any security logs or whatever.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:23 pm
"You can say that, yes." Of course, there was more to it. The police's first goal was to protect the citizens from harm. The Purge was only there to destroy the undeads. They had no responsibilities toward civilians. "Amelie, captain of the Saintmorning." Enough chatter, though. Amelie had business to attend to, and the preparations for the airport to be complete and ready were still numerous. With a small wave, she motioned at the two soldiers standing slightly behind, who had been watching the scene and stayed at attention ever since the man had appears. They stepped forward and gave a small cough to make sure their presence was noticed. "You can hold conversation while walking, I'll assume?" She smiled.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:12 pm
Nexxus raised a brow, eying the soldiers with a turn of his head over each shoulder.
"Walk where, hm? If you want me to leave, I can find my own way out." His fingers rubbed his temple. "You obviously didn't understand me when I told you I wasn't a stowaway. You arrived, and I came to greet you." His fingers would pull away, a soft frown creasing his lips as he looked at them, index and middle.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:24 pm
"And you obviously don't understand what it means to teleport into a military vessel without autorization." She sighed softly. "I myself am but the captain of this ship. I dislike combat, and wish not to have to threaten you away. Still, I have a mission, and orders too. I think it was made clear more than once that you did not belong here at the moment. Should you acquire an authorization of valid authority, then you will be the welcome aboard my ship, sir Nexxus. Until then though, it is my duty to dispose of your presence."
Her tone quickly brightened, though.
"By the way you entered the premises, I assume you can find your way out quite easily. I offer to show you the way out of courtesy, and because I do not want to consider you a threat."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 10:48 pm
He would smile all too charmingly, before speaking.
"Then we are two birds of a feather, then, hungering for the same ends to be achieved, and desiring no conflict between each other." He would turn to face the guards, but coming to Amelie's side. He would offer his arm, to escort her, with him, wherever.
"You are prideful, in your position. I respect that. I apologize for approaching as I did, but you must understand and see that a larger game is afoot. Where a large force enters, a larger or equal force might find cause to approach."
If she took his arm, she would find him warm to the touch, a humanoid heat generator. She would also find that the mist that eminated from his flesh neither harmed nor tarnished her own, floating away around it wordlessly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 4:18 pm
"If such a force exists, then let them come. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I'll say the undead hordes are powerless before the might of our lady Rachelle and the Purge."
Of course, she didn't take his arm. She was after all a soldier on duty, and such a contact was deemed inappropriate within the militia, especially with an outsider. She simply started forward, assuming the man would follow her.
"Would it be safe to assume you are not in league with them?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 4:25 pm
With a frown, the dark skinned man merely crossed his hands behind his back, holding one with the other as he walked beside her.
"In league? Hardly... Is there a possibility I might contact them? .... Probable." He'd watch his feet as he walked.
"As I've told you, I am a messenger, at this point in time. A glorified, Void-born Pony Express, if you will. Your presence will be passed along the line, and when things come down to it... I will go where I decide, eh?" He'd bring his hand up again, carressing his hand from forehead through his hair.
"Though, to be honest, you guys seem to have the upper hand." A small chuckle here, as he walked.
"In league, No. Am I going to talk with them, yes. Will I fight for them, Maybe. Will I fight for you, Perhaps. I am an odd one, you see. I enjoy games, whether they be chess or checkers, or something... more physical. If the side I cheer for begins to flag... I might be persuaded to drop in for a while."
He frowns, then. "But I don't think that's quite what you wanted to hear from me."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 6:20 pm
"How novelesque, almost romantic." Amelie didn't mean to make fun of him in no way, she meant what she said. It was a fate she sometimes missed, what with now obeying to the orders of an authority other than her own. Still, her personal desires would never come before her love for the lady Rachelle and her cause.
"You do realize you aren't helping yourself in any way? If you did went and talked to a necromancer, lich, vampire or any intelligent form of unlife, your current neutral status would forever be lost. The Purge has no place in its heart for gray agent, and believes only in the black and the white."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:45 pm
Nexxus would laugh, here.
"Grey? Hardly. If you view it so, you must know that you're setting Barton to be a chessboard. And if you know such, you should ask yourself this.... Are you ready to sacrifice what pieces must be sacrificed to win the game? You may start with the pawns, but as the game progresses you must sacrifice greater pieces."
(Sorry for the shortness. Numb fingers.)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
