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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 10:36 am
((GAR! Ultra short...nothing to say...))
Na'fiel looked around. She could see a table for five, but little else. Where was that voice coming from? Hesitantly, she walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. It made a loud scratching sound across the floor. The sound seemed infinately loud, considering the former silence.
The chairs were made of wood, but confortable enough. She sat down and waited in the silence of the room. Alone with her thoughts, the darkness seemed incredibly stifling.
It had been...how long? Four years? Yes...four years since she had come here. At that time, there were hardly any who weren't human. Soon, though...things changed. There were more abnormal 'humans' that came. Things changed rapidly, although the humans were oblivious to it. However, there hadn't been many more that she had seen for awhile.
Was that why they were here?
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 11:28 am
Arkus had watched a great deal of this. He found it interesting, but said nothing, save for a word or two to the bartender after the two women left.
"Hope you don't mind the mask, bud, it just happens that I'm disfigured... you've heard of me, right?" He asked, knowing that most of the time, his reputation preceded him.
Actually, this man seemed odd. Ladies had been speaking to him in whispers, but no matter how hard Arkus listened he could not hear a reply. Was this the man he was looking for?
He decided to take a chance.
"At any rate... it seems like the shadows are moving again..." He said, taking a drink of his beer.
(Bah, craptastic, I know...)
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 1:21 pm
Looking around for the voice, she realised that the blue-haired girl had just joined her.
Also noticing the table, she went and sat down, pulling out a chair across from the other. After looking at her a moment, noticing her eyes and vivid, possibly natural hair.. she came to only one conclusion..
Zaniah had heard stories of these beings before but never actually seen one. But doing as she was told, lest something odd happen, she kept her mouth shut for the time being. Though the drow put her elbows on the table and linked her fingers together so that she could rest her chin on them while looking at the girl still. A politely curious look was on her face as the blue flecks in her black eyes caught and reflected the light, shimmering gently.
((I think me and Val are both getting pretty craptastic at posting at the moment xd ... AND THAT'S MY WORD!! scream ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 5:01 pm
((Whoopsies. o.o There goes the bartender's car. Ahh~the ever volatile Z'Kort's at it again. ^^;; ))
"The shadows don't walk?" Kort thought frantically. Something else, something else. What were the words? He smiled again, not wanting to attract too much attention to himself. The elf could pull out his glamour and charm the man into telling him what to do next, but he didn't think that would be a wise decision.
What would shadows do? He thought. Swim? Climb? Something tickled his memory. Instantaneously, the elf knew it. Grinning from pointy ear to pointy ear, he leaned forward, almost flirtingly.
"Looks like the shadows-" the man glanced around, leaned forward more. "-are moving again." He knew his memory would bounce back in to save the day. Afterall, Z'Kort was good like that. Special abilities beyond special abilities, especially in a place so magickless as this one.
Before he would fall over, the speed demon angled backward, lounging against the counter casually. If anyone was watching, Kort would have just looked like he offered a dirty suggestion to the bartender. A thought occurred to the elf, What if this is the wrong guy? His smile dropped as he realized how weird he must have sounded to the man.
Another man approached the bar, Kort glanced at him. A moment passed and he did a double take. What in the world?! The elf stepped back, slightly intimidated. Why was this man wearing a bull mask? And why was he so big? Green eyes quickly scanned him up and down, curious. Was that even a mask?
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 5:10 pm
((w00t for posting whee ))
Dameon would hear both men easily and respond with a simple turn as if looking around the bar. His phrase each time would calm the person...if they of course remembered how he was supposed to respond. "They move much more during the day." He gave this phrase to both men knowing that was all there was for now. Maybe more would come later, but it didn't matter.
The 'man' in the corner smiled from under the hood. He could hear them all, even Dameon's sly way of hiding his speech. He drank his water letting the droplets slide down his throat in conjunction with each other to form a river and then tapering as it ended. He licked his lips despite them being wet and looked at the now empty glass. It was almost time, this he knew and would have to act upon.
Dameon would then describe to each man the way down the hallway and the mirror at the end of it. He would tell Z'Kort to wait about 10 minutes before going himself. He leaned on the bar nonchalantly. They could use any method to get back there...just make sure no one saw them enter the mirror and be careful not to trip. That was the basic jist of his speech.
The bartender's unseen eyes moved about the bar, not even he recognizing the man in the back corner. That man seemed to all like a normal person. No special aura, or difference except he wore a hooded cloak over his head hiding his facial features. Nothing escaped that shadow, keeping him in the unbeknown...
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 9:15 am
Looks like the shadows are moving again.
Jumping up in shock, the glass of wine that had been in the girl's clenched fist slipped from her slender fingertips and went sailing to the ground. Her amber, amethyst-flecked eyes were widened in utter bewilderment as she gazed downwards at the crystalline remnants of her glass, taking heaving breaths that caused her small frame, at a mere 5'2'', to appear strained beyond reasoning. She had not even noticed the shards of the glass that were now stuck within her ivory palm, emitting droplets of her ruby blood that oozed steadily along her pale digits and fell towards the floor like reddened tears.
"Looks like the shadows are moving again..."
Repeating the sudden thought that had severed the tranquility of her mind within a dire moment, she lowered her head so that her burgundy hair pooled along the wooden floor beneath her and appeared as if she were a China Doll, delicate and about to shatter at the smallest touch. Those words that she had heard and repeated echoed like a subliminal haunting within the recesses of her mind, sending chills up her body and reverberating throughout her lips as she repeated it again and again into the warm air, so that the girl's voice became strained and reduced to a mere whisper with every repetition she took. It felt as if the Tiefling would never stop saying those words until they were absorbed into her being, becoming a tangible part of reality that seemed too good to be true.
"The shadows are moving...again."
Fully pulling herself up from her office chair, Azriel found a lopsided smile gracing her glowing features. The window before the Tiefling, frosted over with the faulty air conditioning of Draco Industries and its aging building displayed before her the outside in a spectrum of life and color. As she ran her fingertips along the frosted window, she watched the coldness coalesce along her pearl flesh and breathed a long outburst of breath into the center, so that a perfect frosted circle formed along the crest of the horizon.
From this height, the cars and the buildings appeared like insignificant ants crawling along strips of cement-gray, the dull threads of the sunrise sending violet and azure ribbons across their expressionless faces and illuminating them from every other minute detail in the bustling city of New York. They seemed to Azriel like miniscule lanterns, lighting a path to the thinning Shadow, towards what she deemed was now her destiny and the destiny of this world now put into sway by the cogs of fate.
After so long...I can finally live up to my purpose. Finally...
After all, she had heard the words within her mind as clear as a bell. The shadows were moving again, and so would she.
Moving away from the window, Azriel began to circle her office impatiently. Her soldat cap, once belonging to a German officer, lay lopsided along her scalp, a silver swastika gleaming almost malevolently upon the black band of the hat. She had it along her eyes so that the brim touched the tip of her pupils, blocking out her triumphantly smug expression. Beneath it her burgundy curls fell free, caressing her shoulders which were covered by a velvet pinstripe vest, a rose pinned on the right side of her chest which accentuated her strikingly delicate features. Azriel was dressed as a man today, with her silk slacks that had been rolled several times on the ankle due to her height, and her charcoal boots, yet in her heart she felt like a woman about to go to war for the first time in centuries.
Centuries since the Shadows last thinned....and I have been waiting here ever since.
This thought rooted deep within her mind, Azriel brought her hands-one still feverously bleeding, which she oddly did not tend to-towards the silver handles of her mahogany closet. She opened it as slowly as she could, as if savoring every moment of this new awakening, every second of the ability to act again. Her hands stroked the hilt of a blade as she began to pull it into view, the long leather sheath in her bleeding hand, the longsword in her other. Abkommen, her most prized weapon stood in her grip, its sapphire blade winking beautifully, the handle feeling like lead within her trembling hand.
Pulling the longsword with her, which seemed lighter and lighter every moment she walked, her heart beat quickened to a rampage of heaven-sent flurries as she pressed a button atop a small black machine on the corner of her desk. It buzzed once, before her associate, Dr. Kolgrim's high-pitched feminine voice squeaked on the other end,
"Azriel? Did you need something?"
Pausing for a moment, Azriel brought her tongue along her lips, feeling them moisten pleasantly to her touch. At once the bloodlust that had filled her in the past had come back into full force, and she knew that now she would slaughter even more for the benefit of the New Age she was about to bring.
Now if only she could figure out where that creature was, that had spoken of the shadows and their moving...that would be a true place to wreak havoc. The thought swam tantalizingly within her gut, giving her a heightened sense of excitement.
"Yes, Astrid," Azriel began, her voice low and filled with satisfaction,
"Kindly inform Franz that I will be taking the time off to serve him in the city."
Another abrupt pause, and she could sense Astrid flinching on the other line at her calling the leader of Draco Industries by his first name,
"Yes...and for what is the nature of this service?"
"Well, for enforcing our work as Shadow Hunters," She replied briskly, "I'd like to...study what the Shadow has been up to. After all, if it stops its thinning, that would be a very, very bad thing indeed for our Industries and it's work."
"Yes...yes, I agree. Alright, I will inform him."
A click, and a sly little smile drew itself upon Azriel's lips as she patted Abkommen and left the Industries for her hunt.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 10:05 am
The man at the table sat in silence feeling the presence of someone...something more like it who heard him. Interesting, maybe he was being too careless lately. It wouldn't matter once those two men entered the mirror. He could then go in himself and keep them safe. The bar was safe with Dameon as the bartender which was good for now.
That man seemed to hold no face, his hands clothed in the purest of material, yet they seemed dirty with time and work. The cloak possibly needing repairs someday, and his clothes not the top of the line. It seemed that this man wanted to simply...fade in. He was nearly unnoticible in this state, and only a passing glance would show anything...even then he simply seemed to be part of the scenery.
His unseen lips were dry. He muttered softly to himself and wetted them with his tongue before a waitress came over to fill his drink of water back up. He always seemed to want more and more water. It was as if he could never get enough...Not that he needed it but it was something to fill him for the time being.
Dameon having given the instructions to both men leaned on the counter keeping the field up in the bar. He couldn't protect everything though. His words were protected at least. It was something to be proud of. No one could break his own 'barrier' as it were. His credentials as a psychic were amazing to say in the least and he could protect things that others couldn't. He had, after all, spent his whole life developing just these psychic powers to reach each peak and beyond...
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 4:50 pm
The minotaur, though puzzled, decided to abide by these 'directions'.
Rising from his barstool, as if by a whim, Arkus walked down the hall, confronted by the mirror. It was not a very small mirror, though it was man-sized.
Arkus, however, was larger than a man.
This would prove quite difficult.
Ducking down slightly, sliding sideways and making sure his horns did not break anything, Arkus got through the mirror and over to the other side, seeing the drow and the other woman. Interesting indeed.
Sitting down at another table, Arkus looked at the women, thumping his fingers against the table.
What was this all about?
(Yeah, shitty, I know. sorry, I'm ... really tied up.)
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 5:52 pm
Watching the large creature tromp off, Z'Kort was placed in wonder. So he wasn't the only one? Ah, that took most of the fun out of it. Originally, the elf has felt all special and filled with ego at the idea of being pin-pointed by one person. "Mm," he sighed, leaning against the bar some more.
As instructed, the man waited ten minutes, glancing casually at the clock. He didn't get a drink, that wouldn't be necessary-just a waste. Instead, Kort turned around on his stool and watched people in the bar. It was the usual crowd, drunks and Irish men. His eyes skimmed over the man in the corner, placing him in the idea of the "usual" crowd.
The clock ticked slowly by and suddenly it was like Kort had ADD. He crossed his eyes, winked at some random woman, tapped his fingers on the bar counter, and sighed a couple times. After a couple repeats of the actions, he stopped and stared at the clock. Z'Kort was not one of subtle tendencies. A long sigh escaped his lips, juicy and full of angst. Green eyes strained at the clock, willing it to go faster. As a speed demon, waiting was a very hard task.
Just as the man was about to take a spoon and bore his eyes out with it, the clock hit the ten minute mark. "Ah!" He jumped up, eyes bright. "I need to go...take a dump or something!" And with that, the elf sped off, not surprised if smoke came from his heels.
As he traipsed down the hall, Kort brushed past the drunken man at the corner, not noticing him in the least bit. His mind was concentrating on walking into the mirror without anyone noticing him. Dancing past the men's bathroom and then towards the women's bathroom door, someone came out. She looked at him for a second, confused.
"Uhm...you just passed the men's bathroom," the woman said.
"Ah! Of course! Thank you for telling me!" Quickly backtracking, Z'Kort threw himself into the men's bathroom and waited. A couple minutes passed and, antsy, the elf peeked out. "Coast clear."
The elf dashed down the hall, rolled into the mirror and crashed into the door.
WHAMMO!
With a slight groan, Kort got up, rubbed his sore head, and opened the door. Looking around, he counted three people and felt a faint surprise. Alright, big man and I aren't the only special people. The man smiled charmingly at the two women and sat down. Cute other special people, though.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 7:00 pm
As a darkness began to spread like a cloak along the city, its countless stars flecking the sky like gems encrusted into a tiara of Mother Nature, Azriel gazed upward at the heavens with a look of awe across her pale features. She appeared as wan as the moon beneath its pallid glow, which fell in slivers of a quiet salvation along the otherwise desolate streets. And she stood there resolutely beneath the sea of opaque evanescence, a warrior to her own cause, both herself and her blade glowing with a surreality that further heightened the enigma of the ethereal nightfall.
Taking in a breath, she felt the pitter-pattering of rain begin to make its way throughout the still air, falling in silver droplets against the ground. She watched as they embraced into puddles and canals of tears against the gray cement, and she realized that, in the depths of which only a twisted mind could have so quickly assumed, the Shadow that very moment was crying. It was crying for those that did not approve of its dissipation, and she was the herald to its divine word, the manifestation of its very essence. She herself knew this now and, after smirking at the utter irony of these thoughts of hers, made her way calmly into the bar.
Dressed in ebony slickers that fell to her ankles which absorbed the rain around her that began to fall in a chaotic tumult, the staccatos of the girl's footsteps sounded against the hardwood floor as she examined the dimly lit interior. She was looking for a familiar face within the throng of idiotic drunkards that had, obviously, been gawking at her and giving her catcalls in their disgustingly intoxicated voices.
Yet before she could even pinpoint that acquaintance whom she had been searching for, her mind clouded over with a feeling of bewilderment; the second during this peculiar day. The girl pulled down her hood slowly, letting her long mane of burgundy curls fall freely past her hips, as she took in a deep breath and began to think to herself. Where did she feel this before...this feeling that clenched her gut and made her body cry out in emergence to her?
Soon the realization occured to her, flooding her veins with a sickly sense of trepidation. She turned on her heel, examining every face of every person in the bar, before deciding that this aura could not have been mistaken.
She sensed there was some godly presence in this forlorn little place.
But how?
Pursing her lips, she found them parched as she felt the suffocating presence of the immortal. How was a good question indeed-and why-why would something so benevolent, so utterly powerful and worshipped, be in the lowliest of bars, around the lowliest of people, practically bathing in utter scum? She cringed at the complete absurdity of it, yet narrowed her eyes as a voice called out to her from one of the tables. Stiffening considerably, Azriel glanced towards a hooded figure nearby, his beady little eyes staring at her in excitement.
"Lady Azriel-oh Lady Azriel, you've made it! Thank goodness, my wonderful master, my D-"
"Murdoc, if you want your head intact any longer you would do good to shut your mouth!"
She hissed between clenched teeth, as Murdoc whimpered and immediately silenced himself. Taking a seat near him, the Tiefling gazed at his unsettlingly pupil-less eyes, set in their void of white that had been staring at her this whole time.
"Now, Murdoc...have you found anything out about the Shadow and those that say it moves?"
"Well-"
For a moment, the troll wore a look of worry, as its eyes crinkled considerably while it abruptly turned away from her,
"I have overheard....people speaking. Several, actually..."
Ignoring the tugging feeling at her heart of an ethereal being within the bar, Azriel leaned towards him eagerly, folding her hands together,
"Yes? And...?"
"Well-madam...this may sound quite odd, but...each time, they spoke, and then...they went...there."
Pointing a bony finger towards two doors at the side of the bar, Murdoc's eyes visibly bulged in even more worry, as Azriel drew a deep breath and plunged into a temporary silence. The silence struck a chord so tense within the air that the troll had resorted to giving her a pleading look in his eyes, fearing what would come next of the news of his odd observation.
"...The bathroom? You are to tell me, Murdoc, that they ventured into the recesses of a waste facility?"
"I...I know it sounds strange, Azriel, but...but I..."
"It is not strange,"
Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet her feminine charm was still tangible, even as it shook with slight undertones of anger as Azriel spoke,
"No...not strange at all. It is...preposterous."
"Prep-no! No...I saw them with my very eyes! With my eyes, Lady Azriel! They went into the bathroom, I know it, I know they did-"
"Shut your mouth, you worthless little scum,"
Azriel hissed, her voice set in a deadly tone as she spoke to the troll,
"I have given you residence...I have given you clothing, and food, and isolation from human society upon your falling from the Shadow. And now you have the utter stupidity to tell me that they have gone into the bathroom? Are you raving mad, troll? Don't you know what this means?"
"...N-No, Lady Azriel, no I do not..."
"It means," She interrupted coldly, lowering her voice, as they had been catching curious glances from all the bar occupants because of their rather animated conversation,
"That...there is a stronger being around here, aiding them. How he is doing it, I do not know. But I know that they are using some type of...magic to go where they are going. Some type of...divine magic."
"Divine?" Murdoc questioned, his white glob of eyes as wide as hideously disfigured saucers as he spoke in amazement.
The Tiefling nodded, her amethyst-flecked eyes gleaming almost malevolently like the stars in the night sky outside. The gentle shuddering of rain outside gave a distorted rhythm to her softspoken voice as she continued, low and almost saccharine, as if singing a tune,
"We must find out who it is. This person...I know they are here, however. I can smell it...I can see it with every fiber of my being. It is here, and I will not rest until I find the source of these rebels of the Shadow."
"Yes...yes, oh great Lady Az-"
"However, you, Murdoc, have failed me in more than one way. Your stupidity today has proven your lack of use in my services."
"Wh-What?!" At once the troll's eyes began to swirl in a gale of horror, as he shook his head and was reduced to desperate whimpers, "No...no, please...please don't...don't discard me..."
"I will not...not yet, Murdoc," She replied, her voice cool and conrtorted in an air of sudden grace,
"But...consider this a warning to you."
As the girl pulled herself from her seat, her striking appearance made even more delicate and doll-like by the smirk that graced her features, a yelp could be heard at the table she had been sitting at. This yelp was from the troll, who was staring, teary-eyed, down at his gnarled hands. From them a stream of blood trickled freely down his cup of whiskey, swirling into a mass of liquid fog as he strained to keep himself from screaming, a large black knife having been embedded straight through both his palms, keeping his hands clasped together as if in bloody prayer.
That bloody little troll,
She swore softly to herself, before chuckling at the insult which seemed to suit the situation more than ever.
Keeping her head up and passing the stares and glances of the bar occupants, the Tiefling, depending on the psychic feeling of an immortal nearby, began to scour every being she passed for a supernatural aura.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 7:16 pm
((Godmodding? Maybe, but it is for a reason whee ))
A man rose from the corner as she passed. His shoulder brushed hers and in that moment. In that very second a flood invaded her. It rushed in through her mind filling up ever crevice. There was so much power, wisdom, and things she could never understand in all her years. Images flashed and seared themselves into her mind.
Pain wrought over her body as the man looked down at her and his whispers reached only her ears. "The Shadows are moving again Azriel...you should take greater care of those who work for you." Two golden eyes shined from behind the hood. Power emitted from him like a flood pounding her farther into the ground.
It seemed almost as if his pure power and nothing else was digging a grave for her. His eyes glimmered and then he was gone. Somehow he was already walking down the hallway, that same one the troll had pointed too. His power was still holding her down, but quickly diminishing. If she didn't move soon she'd lose him...but where?
No it wouldn't matter he was walking down a dead end hall that went into two bathrooms. Those would be the thoughts invading her mind...if she was a powerful enough psychic she may realize that they weren't her own, then again she was in a state of panic, as well as needing to find him.
As she could finally be getting up to finally chase after him with full use and speed of her body without it seeming to be breaking down...there was nothing. The aura, power, and thoughts were all gone from that bar. There was no man, and nothing ever showing he had been there. Once she would walk to the hallway there was nothing in those bathrooms nor anything else except a mirror.
She wouldn't feel his piercing eyes watching her from behind the mirror. No odd feelings any longer. Nothing deceived where he was. He simply was...gone. He didn't exist it seemed and those words he spoke could quite possibly echo through her mind for the rest of that day...or maybe her life. The Shadows are moving again Azriel...you should take greater care of those who work for you...
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 7:55 am
The Shadows are moving again Azriel...you should take greater care of those who work for you...
The voice haunted the recesses of her mind, a poltergeist that had been skirting her heels for years and had come back to torment her. Letting out a terrified cry, a pool of sweat trickled down the back of her neck, plastering her tresses against her bare flesh. Confusion swept through the Tiefling as she looked around, her amethyst-mottled eyes darting to every section of the bar and the bathrooms nearby. Where had he gone? What had just happened?
Such a powerful being she had come in contact with...but...
"How dare he..."
....You should take greater care of those who work for you..."
In an instant, thoughts that she had kept hidden within a crevice of her heart, thoughts chambered secretly with the ice of bitter tears and agony began to pour their way from the mental dam she had forced them into. Memories enveloped Azriel's state of mind, activated by the being's presence, by the look in his eyes...she shivered to herself, although the slickers around her had given her more than enough warmth for her tiny frame.
A little child, crying...a little child stripped of her wings...of her blood and bone...a little child so close to death that she had her soul torn from her body...murdered by a mother, an outcast to society...
Don't....be...
Her fists clenched, and she found herself in the bar, fighting the thoughts and memories that flickered constantly into her mind like an adamantly reoccuring daydream. She hissed to herself, and felt warmth gather up in her fists, a warmth that spread a fire along her shoulders, delving deep into the chambered nautilus of her emotions, setting aflame her small stomach into a chaotic rhapsody of fear and outrage.
The Tiefling could recall her inadequacy as a girl, could recall her mother's falling from the Shadow centuries ago, and her attempt to raise her...all of these weaknesses, these horrible pustules that had burst upon her dignity and inflamed the small years of her mortal life...she couldn't accept them, not now...never...
And that man had driven so deep into the roots of her body, with his psychic power...a psychic that could read into a person's very essence...
She could not stand for it.
Don't be so...
"STUPID!"
The outcry from her thoughts had been so loud it rang in her ears. Azriel's fists, now burning into the flesh of her palms, were flung blindly in the direction of the two bathrooms-bursts of black flame that erupted into
an unearthly cry as they sailed straight into the ceiling just above the mirror-and in an instant a perfect hole lay, having bored through plaster and insulation to reveal the rain-soaked sky above.
Enraged beyond her own understanding at being overtaken by that damned psychic, Azriel turned on her heel as the rain poured down into the bar through the burning hole in the ceiling. It made reflections of silver against the mirror, appearing as if they were slim daggers from the heavens, shimmering and opalescent in the air. As a burst of thunder roared almost malevolently, echoing throughout the now damaged bar, the Tiefling let out a sneer of dissatisfaction and, heaving the slickers away from her frame to reveal her glistening blade, Abkommen, at her side, she staggered off into the night.
However, the events of this night imprinted themselves into her mind for what seemed like eternity. When that man and his insubordinates came back to this world, she would know-she would sense him, and come to put an end to those enemies of the Shadow's dissapation forever, even if it meant granting a fate worse than death.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 1:27 pm
The man watched her walk away angrily yelling, shouting, and spouting off anything she could think of it seemed. His golden eyes watching less than ten feet from her. He shook his head turning to walk down the corridor slowly. His footsteps made no sound and he stopped less then a few inches from the door. His golden eyes watching from under the hood. They no longer glowed and shined like before with the Tiefling.
The man set his hand upon the handle of the door and it turned latching in the door and then opening. The door, unlike for the others, swung open. Before it had needed pressure to open it and then closed by itself. Now it opened fully. Yet...nothing stood behind the door. It was as it a draft of wind had opened it up. The lights shown dimly, keeping it unknown if there was anyone in the doorway.
At that moment a voice spoke out, almost echoing and bouncing off the walls. Now they knew either there was a man at the door who opened it and hadn't moved, or that he had moved in and was somewhere in there...it was impossible to tell. The voice spoke these words. though.
"To the first four who came
and lived no shame
Came to see all light
and cure humanity's blight
To watch the Shadowkind turn
and fight to rescue those hurt
To save those being killed
and excite lives till filled
They shan't e'er give up
Nor lose their luck
They are the chosen to who much is expected
Live your life like they, who saved us all"
Suddenly a powerful presence swept the room and could be felt as that man stepped into the room three steps. The door swung closed behind him. He almost looked like a shadow in the dim light. But any who had looked over into that corner and especially the drow woman who had sat by him would recognize it was that man sitting in the corner. That man who sat there drinking only water.
The hood he wore turned, giving thought that he may be examining them, yet they wouldn't feel eyes upon them. Nor would they feel that sudden power. It was all...gone. He seemed as just a simple man now, yet all that power, and the ability to make a place like this. As well as the ability to completely and utterly hide one's face in shadows. He wasn't normal. That was easy to tell.
"It looks like the Shadows are moving again, Zaniah, Na'fiel, Arkus, Z'Kort." His proununciation of each name, even though it was originally from a foreign language was clear, concise, and exact in every way. He didn't seem hindered by such as a thing as accents or language barriers.
He stood there not moving to the seat on the opposite side of the table. He simply watched them it seemed for a long time. Maybe he was waiting for them to say something, or maybe he was thinking of things he could do to them. Torturing, or otherwise. Odd thoughts for such a normal looking man.
He stood maybe 6 feet 3 inches in height. That was a maybe all in itself. Weight was impossible to tell with the cloak, but one could guess from how he moved and held himself, with no bulges in the cloak that he was possibly around 150 pounds maybe. Such an odd man to see, or maybe he put on the show for them specially. A prank it could be, or truth as well.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 3:21 pm
Na'fiel stood, or rather, she sat, wondering. She was still confused about what was happening right now. Her fingers drummed softly on the table as the cloaked man uttered the poem.
"What nonsense is he spewing at us?" she thought, hoping that he couldn't read minds. When he said her name, she was surprised. This was obviously not random. It must've been planned for a long time beforehand...
That sentence... what was the signifigance of that sentence? The shadows are moving again? What shadows? Why are they moving again? It was all very...confusing...
More than anything right now, she wanted to scream at him to tell them what was going on. Obviously, that would not go over very well. They had been told not to speak and the mermaid didn't want to be the first to try, either. Apparently, that was the same thought that the other three had.
Four years ago, she had come here. During the first few weeks, she had often awakened and almost suffocated when she tried to breathe through her gills. It had all seemed like a nightmare at first...a dream from which she couldn't awaken. Now...it was normal life.
So, why were they here now? After four years, this strange cloaked man decided to bring the four of them together? Just by looking, she could tell that neither of them were human. So...why after such a long time?
Questions only spawned new questions, so she decided to stop thinking for the time being and listen. Hopefully...'he' would explain himself.
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 5:03 pm
What was all of this?
"Shadows?" Arkus snorted more than asked. "What do you mean by all of this? Make sense, whoever you are..." The minotaur said, standing to his monstrous height, facing the hooded stranger.
"Who are you, and what do you want with... us?" He said, looking around at the others. Who were they?
"Who are all of you? And why am I here? I demand answers!" The minotaur sat but slammed his fist against the table, though it did not break. It could have, easily, were he truly angry...
None of this made sense to the minotaur. Arkus had never been one to systematically solve problems, however. He'd sooner smash on through.
He returned to thumping his fingers against the table. The minotaur was more than impatient. He already wondered if he was walking into a trap.
"This has all gotten very... obscure..." The minotaur thought. He did not think about the possible fact that this man could read minds.
He took a deep breath.
"Who are all of you? I wish to know who all of you are and why I am here..." Arkus said, uncharactaristically patient. "I am Arkus, if you all must know, but I wish to know who you all are in return."
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