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 Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 8:36 am
*The vitae, when Iden tasted it, would be old, not exactly stale but definitely not as fresh as what he was usually served at the mansion, and the only reason it held any heat at all was from thr few hours it had sat near the fire while Iden climbed the mountain.
The fledgling woudl find himself left alone for the most part through the morning hours, until around midday, when the sounds of people would drift to his ears from the far side of the ruins, on the side of the mountain opposite to the side he had scaled.
Shoudl Iden wander over that way, he woudl see that this side of the mountain was much gentler and riddled with tracks, both animal and human though none were long lasting or even regularly used.
Along one of the tracks, a party of about 5 men wound, a deer slung on two stout wooden spars between two of the men, the weight balanced on their shoulders as they walked in the middle f the group, the creatures head lolling downwards, clearly showing its deceased state of being. If Iden looked ahead of their route, he woudl realise the track they wer eon led up to the ruins themselves, and indeed the fire he had been hardening his weapon in was in an OLD establishd position, which had been used hundreds if not thousands of times before.
As the men grew closer, their accents would become clearer, and Iden may even recognise it as Romanian if he was well studied, or prehaps mistake it for German if not*
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 9:18 am
Iden recognized it as Romanian, not because of any learning he had done, but because of the manner of symbiosis he had with O-Kuni, and the knowledge inherited from such.
He had just finished carving the point of his makeshift weapon, and had been working at keeping the flame kindled to harden the wood when the voices reached his ears. He hefted the wooden spear and moved silently across the ruins to the nearest lookout point he could find to survey the situation.
When he saw it was just five men, he made his return to the fire, and went about tending to his weapon. He wasn't too concerned at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 9:39 am
*The men would make their way all the way up to the ruins, rounding a broken down old brick wall, then gasping in suprise when they saw Iden, making the sign of the cross over themselves as they backed up and brandished weapons at Iden, including heavy rifles*
Dumnezeu înăuntru rai! UN drac!
Cine este el?
UN drac I spune tu!
Arată ca un bărbat la spre eu.
aici?!
Tu! Cine eşti tu? Răspunde, eu.
Nici către a face pe el supărat...
*The second from last line was clearly delivered at Iden, a query... or more, a demand. If O-kuni and Iden were on talking terms at present, the translation would run as follows:
God in heaven! A demon!
Who is he?
A demon I tell you!
Looks like a man to me...
HERE?!
You! Who are you? Answer me.
Dont make him angry...
The worried man stood to the right and behind the more confident man who demanded Iden's name, the two men carrying the deer silent as their deep set black eyes coldly appraised Iden. The final man, the third speaker, moved towards the fire, never lowering his gun, to peer at the pitchers he could see there*
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 10:07 am
The thing was, he understood some of what they said, but not all. He and Kuni were not on talking terms, but the point of their symbiosis had reached a strange point, he didn't quite understand just how much they were working together at the time.
Universal, though was the tones they used, and the gun in one's hand. Iden slowly stood, and stretched in a nonchalant manner. He didn't want trouble, so he made each movement in a slow sort of manner, and left the spear on the ground.
As he turned around, he kept his hands in plain sight, and cocked a quick shrug.
He didn't speak however, more content to sit back down instead and shrug off his duster, revealing him to be in simple jeans and a sleeveless shirt. He gestured to the fire, inviting them to sit, then went back to working with his weapon.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 12:20 pm
*Though Iden's actions did nothing to directly escalate the situation, they didnt alleviate it either. The gun didnt lower, though the two carrying the deer dropped it and moved towards the fire.*
El nu speak...
I s-au un drac!
Încă el hasnt ataşat...
UN spectru poate?
It's un plin lună...
Ce în ulcior?
A intreba pe el lui nume iar.
Spune-mi c** , spectru , care este numele tău?
*One of the deer carrier moved to look. WHo knew what thay'd think if they found blood?*
((He doesnt speak...
He's a devil!
Yet he hasnt attacked...
A spirit prehaps?
It's a full moon...
What's in the pitcher?
Ask him his name again...
Tell me, spirit, what is your name?))
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 12:37 pm
Nu trage.
He kept seated, holding his makeshift spear in the flame, carefully watching the tip as it bathed in the fire.
Numele meu este Iden.
He withdrew the darkened wood from the fire, and brought the point before his eyes to inspect the progress that had been made. He noticed one of the men moving closer, though he made no actions regarding him. The pitcher was empty, he'd long since finished its contents off. Besides which, he was fairly certain if things got nasty, that he could handle beating back these men.
I can't speak al tău limbaj foarte well.
His speech was broken, and it was clear the words were unfamiliar to him. His accent would interfere a little, but it was fairly likely that he'd be understood, at least in what he was trying to say.
((
Don't shoot.
My name is Iden.
I don't speak your language too well.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:03 pm
El spiţă!
El este un drac!
I medita nu materie ce el vorbi, el voinţă a voi a fi un drac la spre tu.
El este nu bărbat asemănător nouă. El does nu sunet adevărat.
UN persoană din altă.
...
Art.hot. ulcior, aromă de sînge.
Sînge?
((He spoke!
He IS a devil!
I think no matter what he says, he will be a devil to you...
He is no man like us. He does not sound right.
A foreigner.
...
The jug reeks of blood.
Blood?))
*Eyes narrowed on Iden, but the gun slowly lowered as they sat around the fire, observing him. Not a one spoke English, that was how far into the country Raoul had brought Iden*
De ce eşti tu aici?
((Why are you here?))
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:15 pm
All the while, in the back of Iden's head, there was much facepalming at how this was going. He KNEW he shoulda just hid in the treeline until they left.
I had un serie de ghinioane. Damnat lup.
He shrugged, then pushed the stick back into the fire. He could understand most of their words, now that he was beginning to hear through the heavy accents and the unfamiliar language, and while his words were still broken, at least he could act the friendly role and not stab them on the spot.
*I had a run of bad luck. Damned wolves.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:24 pm
*The two quieter hunters moved to the far side of the fire and started dressing the deer, while the other three stayed focused on Iden.
The 'leader nodded towards the pitcher*
Prietenul meu crede tu eşti un drac. De ce a face tu nevoie acel?
((My friend thinks you are a devil. Why do you need that?))
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 2:03 pm
Un drac?
((A devil?))
At the accusation of being a devil, Iden chuckled softly, clearly amused. Superstitious, these folk. It made for fun conversation.
I voinţă a voi săbia lup...
((I will kill a wolf))
And at mention of that, he hefted the makeshift spear and made a jabbing sort of motion with it, as if impaling a pretend foe.
...und I voinţă a voi său sînge ţine se ţine lup la distanţă.
((and keep its blood, to keep the others at bay.))
He thumbed at his nose to indicate his meaning, a gesture he hoped would clue them into the scent being the key. With that said, he sat back down and busied himself with his spear once more.
I sînt nu drac.
((I am no devil.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 11:28 pm
You are here to apease the spirit of this place too.
*The men nodded as if they were now satisfied, then relaxed. Sorting themselves in a clearly practiced fashion, they made the most of the kill they had made on the way up, offering Iden some of the meat while the two quieter members of the group retained the heart, murmuring some kind of incantation over it. One of the two then rammed a small stake through it, while the other mimiced the action on a straw doll. At this, Iden should feel a slight winge of familiar pain - True Faith.
The heart would then be carried into the building here Raoul was resting and set on a stone, though the men all returned outside and made as if to lie down and rest*
At night, we guard the tower until the moon sets. Stop the spirit. Then our village will be safe for another year.
*It was clear they would sleep in shifts, so that someone was always on guard. Though whether against Iden or the spirits and wolves of this place was unclear*
((Cant be arsed to translate this early. Will do it later after work))
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:54 am
Iden felt the twinge, and shrugged it off. He was not bothered so much by those of True Faith anymore. So he let it go without a sign of his discomfort, and he partook of the meat offered, even though he probably shouldn't.
He didn't eat much, but instead spent the last of his time finishing his work on his spear, then took it with him to a sizable stone to sit up against and rest. He did not speak, but appeared to be asleep for all intents and purposes, until such a point as night began to fall.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 11:09 am
*As dusk began to fall, the men all rose silently and taking the heart with them, filed into the building where Raoul had gone to sleep.
The leader dropped his hand to Iden's shoulder and nodded towards the ruined tower*
We go to cleanse this place for another year, so the Drac does not rise to attack our women, yes? You come with. We will gurd it until the moon sets. If nothing rises, the spirit is appeased. If he is not... we use your help when he comes. The Drac here is very bad! Very bad indeed!
The demon hasnt risen for years. If he does tonight... we know this stranger is the cause.
*The leader shrugged at the second man, then nodded again towards the tower... a tower Raoul would no doubt rise in within the next ten minutes...*
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 11:55 am
Your demon isn't my concern. I told you, it is the wolves which I intend to wage my war upon.
He stood, and hefted his little spear, but he remained wordlessly in place, his eyes to the sky. He was waiting for Raoul, and he had little doubt these men would be worse for his arrival. Much as it struck Iden as being a good idea to warn them off, he found himself strangely not caring. It struck him as odd, but he didn't say a word anyways.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 11:56 am
:: South of Isle de Gambino ::
Easy... easy....not too fast.
There's nothing out there boss... cant we just get into position and get this over with?
You dont know that... you've not done enough of these to KNOW yet kid...
Oh SURE, 'Sarge'...
:: This is A point. Come in B point, over. ::
:: This is B point. Taking position... over ::
:: We have movement ******** MILES off coast. Come in C point, over ::
*The oldest man of the group sliding forward grinned and winked at the kid with him in a 'told you so' kind of way, then spoke into the comm unit he was carrying*
:: C point calling in. One minute from position. Whats the situation Mack? ::
:: Looks like a container ship, or so Im told. Dowdall is watching naked at present. We'll get a scope on it in a moment and confirm. Just looks like a speck to me. Its MILES out. ::
:: Dowdalls your spotter? Its a container if he SAYS it is at THAT range. You gents all know what you're doing? ::
:: No problemo sarge. ::
*Continuing their slow move forward towards the beach head in fornt of thm, the C team were now all non complaining as the container ship slowly drew closer and closer*
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