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 Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 9:19 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." He looked up and met with her eyes... His dead visage seemed to glint for just a moment. Hoata seemed to have a rather decent point... If he was a monster, why was he aware of it? And his cause was for something that truly did benefit everyone else... Sure, what he did were heinous acts of murder, but between that and genocide... When you have to choose, he was the better of the alternatives, even if he was a questionable being... The very fact that he questioned the morality of his actions did say something in his favor...
"I... Suppose you have a point." The glint disappeared, looking away from Hoata. "But... If you are uncomfortable around me, I will understand perfectly." He looked down at the book, his bangs covering his eyes. He looked at the door now. "I guess we're stuck here a while... There's a gargantuan crowd downstairs at the door. It'll be hard to get out without... Well..." He coughed lightly. "...Smoking out the competition.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 12:07 am
Feel it, breathe it, believe it and
You'll be walking on air.
Go try, go fly so high and
You'll be walking on air.
 Hoata 
Hoata gave him a warm smile. "I'm not uncomfortable, Selael. I don't mind sticking by you." she slowly got up from the floor and brushed out the dirt on her skirt. As she moved the metal on her clothing and around her wrists clashed her together creating some soft form of music of their own. "Can you really do that? Smoke them all out?" she asked with a tilt of the head to the side."You know even if you could, people will do what they want, you shouldn't let your anger get the best of you." She shook her head and let out a as soft sigh. "You can't change how people act...sure you can make them fear you but at times that only makes them rebel."
Her gaze fell back on to him then onto the books that he carried with him. "So...Why do you carry such big books anyway? They look rather uncomfortable on that chain of yours...are they?" she asked. A grin worked it's way on her lips. "They look so heavy, It wouldn't surprise me if they weight more than you." she laughed softly and started to walk about the room, exploring what was there.
You feel this, unless you kill it -
Go on and you're forgiven.
I knew, that I could feel that -
I feel like I'm walking on air.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 1:45 am
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael nodded slowly, looking over at Hoata. "Believe me, I do what I can to keep my anger in check... For some reason people find that offensive. I really don't understand why." The Guardian looked down at his book, tilting his head at how she remarked about how he can change how people act. However... He didn't see that as something he really had to do. "I would be able to smoke them out... And I can show you why."
He closed the book and then opened up the other one... "The Guardians of the Phoenix deal with unorthodox thieves, and thus we learn to harness an unorthodox kind of arsenal... You see, the reason I always carry these books is that one of them is a history tome, which is a useful tool in looking for places or people that might go after the feather... But the other tome..." He pulled the other book and opened it... "...Is a Spellbook of Pyromancy, Fire Magic. I've memorized a good deal of the patterns and spells, but sometimes, this book just comes in handy for providing spells that I wouldn't have used in a regular basis... Not too long ago, I found a way to track people down..." He looked up. "Although I'm not sure if they weigh more than I do... Though they do take their toll on my body. I think my shoulders have sores on them from carrying these so often."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:19 am
Antares Skyvehn
Puppeteer of the Guardian Wish
But of course...
Antares remained silent once again, observing the tirade of events that occurred before him. There was the discussion of Eric and Selael, of course. And then, it was soon shifted into Hoata once again and Selael was sure concerned well enough to "answer" what questions that she thought in her mind. But, of course, curiosity was certainly a very interesting subject; it is certainly unpredictable and that it could strike you at any time at any day. Perhaps, Hoata's curiosity was overflowing at the moment that she couldn't stop herself from expressing what she felt about Selael and his... rather... secrets.
The puppeteer glided into the very corners of the inn, beyond everyone's attention, away from the mainstream crowd brought by this narcissistic man and went back to his "original" work. Drawing out a scroll from his bag, he unfolded it across the table; it was by this time when Hoata and Selael proceeded to either of their rooms to talk about something "in private". Antares smirked for a moment before a hooded figure appeared before him. "What took you so long?" Antares asked, his voice slightly higher than usual. The hooded figure seemed and whispered low, "Your constant wanting of human company gives me the greatest of headaches; I think it's about time that you stopped talking and do some walking, puppeteer."
Antares gazed upon the oldened parchment of the scroll, without even looking at the hooded figure before him, and swiftly pulled out a quill. "I have a name, Cornerstone; I prefer being called by that name." He said coldly and then began to write some things in the parchment, symbols and runes that was unlike no other.
"I see that you still cling on to the name given to you by your parents." Cornerstone retaliated. As usual, the latter's voice was untainted by any form of emotion... or rather, lacking any emotion. "Forget about it. You are now under the employment of Sandveil; your past matters no more to you." The figure added.
Antares flourished with a swipe of the quill, in which this time, he filled the entirety of the parchment. "My parents are not gone from this world. That's our deal. You must follow your own rules." He said, rolling the scroll back once again. "Also," he drifted off, gazing into the darkened portion of the hood. "Holding on to my emotions is beyond you and Sandveil; I am, alone, responsible for my own emotions and memories. If I ever hear that from you again, Cornerstone, then, we duel to kill."
The figure laughed coldly. "My, my, my... A puppeteer threatening the right hand of Sandveil?"
"Let us get on to business, Cornerstone; I have no time to spend with your ideologies and void words. I have no time to discuss with more puppets."
Cornerstone remained silent for a moment and then slowly began to pull out a paper. "Sandveil wants you to kill someone..." Antares then slowly pulled the paper from Cornerstone's hand and then stared at the name written at the paper. After a moment of silence, the puppeteer's eyes widened with shock.
"A pyromancer..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 2:39 am
Feel it, breathe it, believe it and
You'll be walking on air.
Go try, go fly so high and
You'll be walking on air.
Hoata
Hoata glanced over at the books then looked at him. A frown appeared on her lips for a moment and she shook her head. "Well maybe you should use something else, other than chains to carry them." She walked over to him and leaned in toward him to look at the chains on his body. They did look very uncomfortable. "If you want, I could get something that might help with the sores. My grandmother has some kind of ointment she makes that dulls down aches and pain...perhaps it could even help with your leg, If you feel any pain in that." she said as she drew away from him.
"So...you can do fire magic?...I've never seen anyone use that before. I've heard rumors of it but never actually witnessed anyone use spells." she paused for a moment then rubbed the back of her head. "By any chance, could you show me?" she asked with a sheepish smile. To witness someone actually create fire from a spell would be an interesting sight. "If it's too much trouble, I understand. I'm just curious to see how this...Pyromancy works."
You feel this, unless you kill it -
Go on and you're forgiven.
I knew, that I could feel that -
I feel like I'm walking on air.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 3:50 am
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." The Pyromancer raised a brow, nodding slowly. "Perhaps later on we can pick some up..." He looked around and closed the book, slowly rising from the chair and carrying himself on his cane. "Although I don't think an ointment will remedy my leg... It's likely it won't heal for a very, very long time, so for now, I just have to bear through it." He seemed resigned to his current handicap... In fact, it didn't seem to bother him all that much, all things considered. He then perked his ears a bit at the request of a demonstration of his powers...
"Well... I suppose I could demonstrate, but not inside. I'd rather not have one of my spells accidentally set off a flammable surface..." He gestured to the door. "Let's take this outside."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 4:44 am
Antares Skyvehn
Puppeteer of the Guardian Wish
"Are you kidding me, Cornerstone?" The puppeteer exclaimed, throwing the paper in the air. From there, the name "The Pyromancer Selael" was seen along with a mark at the bottom "Extremely Dangerous". Several people turned to Antares' direction but turned to ignore them as they saw the horribly suspicious figure of Cornerstone.
The hooded figure turned to the puppeteer. "What's wrong, puppeteer?" Cornerstone asked.
Antares flinched and then gasped for air the moment he realized that it was Selael whom Sandveil wanted dead. "Nothing..." He said, his voice shaky. "I have never encountered a pyromancer before... I have never killed a mage in my life."
Then, slowly, Cornerstone reached out to the edges of the hood and then pulled it off. Antares' eyes widened when he saw that Cornerstone was, in fact, a woman; no, perhaps, she was a young woman about the same age as his. She was beautiful. She had bright blue eyes, and blond hair. She looked so delicate and soft yet he knew all too well that Cornerstone was unlike any other woman out there. She was a cold-blooded killer, if he knew. "There is nothing very special about a pyromancer, puppeteer." She said, her voice now in the tone of a woman's unlike before which he couldn't guess at all. "Pyromancers manipulate the Living Flame into their will. But do not be afraid of them; pyromancers are long "out of fashion" so to say. They are old practitioners of the oldened ways now." She said, her eyes boring deeply into Antares' soul. He could feel her doubt. Perhaps, in some way, she noticed that it was Selael whom he was with earlier and was in the same inn... with Hoata. "With their vague abilities of manipulating Living Flame, they cannot harm you... or at least, a little bit. That is, if you are horribly careless..."
"This is insane!" Antares hissed angrily at the woman. "What would Sandveil want with Selael?!"
"The book he carries. The book that tells of many stories and pyromancy. Also, another thing which is beyond your right to know." She said coldly, crossing her arms and then slightly brushing her fingers across her lips, gazing silently at the puppeteer. "He's in here, isn't he?"
Antares answered not.
After a moment of silence, Cornerstone turned towards the exit of the inn. "Sandveil wants him dead, puppeteer. Do not disappoint him... or else. It's your parents who will reap what you sow." She said in a horribly scary tone that shattered Antares' last courage. He gasped for air and then began to shake, clutching the table near him as she put on her cloak and then went straight out of the inn without another word.
What would he do?
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:32 am
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael opened the door and started walking downstairs, looking back at Hoata and nodding at her as he moved down the stairs, carrying himself in a sort of dignified way, at least, as much as he could be while limping down a flight of stairs. The cane clunking on the floor with each step, he barely caught a glimpse of a woman who quit the building, seeing the door open and close behind her... Selael then turned his attention to Antares, noting that he appeared particularly distraught... Strange that a puppeteer would be just as displeased at the sight of milling fangirls as Selael would be, but showing it with more prominence was hardly unusual. After he reached the bottom, he began to make his way to the door, until he looked on the floor and saw a piece of parchment...
It read, "The Pyromancer Selael: Extremely Dangerous." Selael saw this kind of parchment before, and it could only mean a few things... Someone wanted him captured... Or worse, someone was given a hit on him. The Guardian's alertness just spiked, looking around with a deal of well-deserved caution... Who could it be? The crazy guy at the bar? Maybe... The guy with the milling fangirls? He looked like a noble, but it didn't exactly make him exempt of being a crime lord... What about Eric? Another possibility, but unlikely. Kid didn't have the backbone for this sort of thing... Who was it?
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:47 am
Antares Skyvehn
Puppeteer of the Guardian Wish
"Did you know that I have been called as the Puppeteer of the Guardian Wish, Selael?" Antares asked, now regaining his composure after seeing the pyromancer go down from the second floor of the inn. He thought, perhaps, this would be easy after all. Selael looked weak. He was limping. He was just a mere historian. So, just by thinking of it, Antares wondered if Selael would be the last person that would set free to his parents. From that thought, the puppeteer's courage built up and he grew proud. He was ready to take him on. "I was a guardian of an important person before, Selael. It was one of my most important 'missions' so to say..." Antares began, walking towards the side of the pyromancer and then rudely snatched the paper from his hands and then crumpled it into his tightening fist. "I was ordered to kill a person who was to become a leader of a struggling country; he was the long-sought hope of that said country. But my real employer, who will remain a secret for you, tasked me to annihilate his existence and all of his family."
Antares gazed at the eyes of his next victim. "I killed them all." He said, his tone so cold it didn't sound like the Antares Selael, Eric or Hoata knew before. He seemed to sound like a completely different being. "I was a member of a ten-man team that was called, the Guardian Wish." He added, now drawing a scroll from his bag. "The Guardian Wish was comprised of known people and warriors who were gathered by that important person from before to protect him. But as I said, I killed him and his entire family... or specifically, his entire clan. That would mean that I also killed my entire team before." He emphasized the word "team" to imply the severity of his actions. Oh, how well he remembered everything from that day... his friends pleaded him of mercy; his friends asked him about his treachery; and some other members even cursed him. But oh well, he was not the guardian they all knew, after all. The one they knew was a fake.
Antares smiled. "I'm sorry... but I was tasked yet again. But this time, it's a pyromancer..." He said at Selael. "Do you understand the gravity of these words, pyromancer?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:09 am
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael listened to the Puppeteer... He too was a killer, huh? Well, certainly answers the anxiety-ridden question of who was out to kill him... He held out his hands, but whispered into Hoata's ear, "Get somewhere safe..." He then walked down the stairs, still carrying that dignity, though by the time he got to the bottom, he bit down on his thumb and hard, nearly breaking the skin, but just enough to cause himself pain. He then addressed the Puppeteer.
"I do understand... All too well..." He used an Oleum Spell without an incantation, creating sloppy, dirty, globular oil that flew in the air... He then held up his right hand and shouted an incantation for the next spell, a rather simple one... "Scintillus!" A spark flew through the air with all the precision of an arrow, landing on the glop of mud-like oil and setting it ablaze... It didn't light anything but the oil, even when it landed on the ground... But it created a noxious, thick cloud of smoke as it burned away the dirty oil. He charged out of the building, limping as fast as he could... Which was, admittedly, not all that quick. He shouted in the midst of the smoke, "If you're going to do battle with me, fight me outside!" When he finally got outside, he turned to face the door, waiting for his adversary to arrive...
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 3:20 pm
Tell them all to never fear
Tell them what they want to hear
Tell them all the blissfull lies
Watch them leave with hopeful eyes...
 Eric Halen
Your Fortune awaits
--------------------------- The inn had gained a hostile atmosphere very quickly. After sighing at the unbelievable man that was Fiore Halen, Eric took notice of a hooded figure walking in and talking to Antares, who had slid away. Things began to get quite bizarre. There was what looked like a very uneasy chat, and then a bizarre change of mood. Selael, who had recently returned to the first floor was now talking to Antares. No, not juts talking. He was confronting him. It was so quick. The smoke, and the challenge. What had Selael done. Eric groaned. Why did the inn suddenly have to become a battlefield. It was a good thing that Selael had decided to take it outside.
With the smoke in the air, Eric found it hard to breath. That fact matched with Selael's situation made for an odd decision. Eric stood up, placing the payement for his meal on the table, and ran out of the inn. The billowing smoke made it somewhat difficult to find the exit, but it was flowing out the door, so Eric decided it was best to just follow it. He was out in no time, and there was the pyromancer. "Listen! I know atleast some amount of what you can do, and there are people in that inn that are innocent. I may be greedy, and I may often put money ahead of alot, but you have to understand that I don't do death at all. I'm offering my help, only because I don't want anyone to die. Get hurt? Sure. Die? No! Let me help you out! After all, it's not a fair fight when you take on a puppeteer and a telekinetic all on your own." Eric gave a slight smile, trying to reassure the man that he was, in fact, on his side. Plus, Eric telling Selael that there was a second opponent, and exactly who it was sorta added to the fact that he could be useful with predicting the opponents next move. ...Let them waste their wealth on you
though you say what isn't true
Go and live to your delight
The fortune teller strikes tonight
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 3:30 pm
To live like you is such a dream
Your silver voice and golden gleam
Remaining unscratched by the sand
All shall wish to hold your hand...
 Fiore Halen
The shining star of Aden
--------------------------- Fiore sighed unhappily. He was going to let those girls go later on. They told him it was a good place to eat, but in the end, nothing good came of it. The only good news was what Fiore had learned. A pyromancer was in the inn, and lately, the only pyromancer worth getting rid of was the one only spoke of in horror stories. The one and only Selael Shalehem. That was the one who always protected the feather, and caused trouble for just about anyone that had the potential to desire the feather. Of course, Fiore found himself fitting inside that group to an extent. The last noble that tried to take the crown was a failure, but Fiore was much more capable. This was his golden chance. The golden boy, the great noble, the one and only Fiore Halen was going to be one step closer.
He stood up, and smiled. "This smoke is vile. I think it should go away." With a small chuckle, he began to focus his power. A few waves of his hand allowed him to really focus on what he was doing. With that, the smoke began to swirl and fly out the door, clearing the inn of the horrid fumes. "His hiding tactics need work. That much is for sure." With that, he casually walked out of the inn to see the pyromancer standing outside, and a purple haired man talking to him. Fiore found the hair color somewhat laughable. He assumed that the man was someone who just wanted to be like him, seeing as he had every single woman in the city drooling over him. "What a situation." Fiore noted quietly. ... It's a wonder how you hide
The cunning plot on the inside
Go and take what you still can
The crown shall go to the noble man
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 7:05 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael looked over at Eric... Curious... He wants to help him now... Well, logic dictates that having any help at this point is good... He'll need it against who were apparently a telekinetic and a puppeteer with a malevolent secret... He nodded slowly at Eric's offer to help. "Very well. Assist me if you deem it meet..." He reached into his pocket and produced a paper with a strange magic circle drawn on it... "I'll keep them busy, help me make this in the sand." It seemed he already memorized it... With all the strange runes, the only thing written that was immediately coherent was the name of the spell: "Oculus Ignus."
Selael began drawing the central part of the circle with his cane, doing so off-handedly and holding out his right hand. He muttered the incantation, "Ignus," releasing a spark that flew over to the sand... After landing, it ignited and exploded outward. It melted the glass, which promptly cooled and became solid, a sort of makeshift shield appearing from the ground. It would likely be destroyed as soon as one of the adversaries got out, but it was enough to make sure Sel was always on top of what was going on during the fight... The Guardian was no stranger to battle.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:07 pm
Antares Skyvehn and Cornerstone
Puppeteer of the Guardian Wish - Sandveil's Servant
Antares laughed as he watched the pyromancer and the fortune teller discuss about their rather brittle alliance from the topmost spire of the inn. "You can't honestly be so horribly disturbed by the threat of a mere, puppeteer?" Antares rhetorically asked, adding up a rather cold chuckle. "After all, it's the pyromancer who I should be scared at. He was designed to protect people. Me? I'm just a mere performer in the streets... with a rather darker-than-usual secret, that is." He added and then leaped from the spire and then landed at the ground with a loud thud. Suddenly, a puppet was below him that caught the puppeteer's high jump. The puppet was the size of a normal human male adult. He was dressed in a green robe that concealed much of its puppet body. Considering that he was a human, he was handsome and charming and well-fit. Its joints cracked as soon as it moved and shifted to let the puppeteer step at the ground.
"The fortune teller is a headache and the narcissistic delusional is yet another issue..." The hooded figure of Cornerstone appeared before the doors of the inn, just behind Fiore. Then, she raised her hands as if reaching something out. Antares' eyes bulged in shock as he realized what she was about to do. "Corners-" He was stopped dead at once when all of the sudden...
... the entire inn shattered into thousands of pieces.
Hoata! And the people in it! Antares' was only able to gasp for air as he saw the inn crumble to dust with loud sickening crashes. Cornerstone stood there before the inn, facing her back, as the building collapsed all of the sudden. She gazed at Antares for a moment and then turned to the surrounding people around the area that saw the entire thing. At once, the people around panicked and then began to run for their own lives. Within a matter of moments, the entire street where they (Selael, Eric, Fiore, Antares and Cornerstone) were at was completely empty.
"There... lesser people to snoop at one's business." Cornerstone said coldly, not even minding all those innocent lives that may or may not have been killed inside the shattered inn.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 12:51 am
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael widened his eyes at the sight of the inn collapsing... It was difficult to discern though whether it had to do with actual concern or simply the scale of the disaster. He seemed to move around in a frenzied panic... That's kind of odd, all things considered, though the people who didn't know him all that well didn't know how out of place this was... He limped around in a circle, casing Ignus spells at the Puppet, almost haphazardly and clumsily... He limped around, dragging the cane behind him in a circle...The only person who knew what he was doing at that moment would be Eric... Why exactly though will not be described here.
Flinging more Ignus spells at the Puppet, each spell was very flashy, and, to those who know him, uncharacteristically so... Though to Cornerstone and Antares, he appeared to be just a clumsy pyromancer that had no idea what he was doing... Exactly what he'd want them to believe.
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