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A black-gloved hand snaked out from the shadow to yank Silver off his feet, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and lifting him up off the ground as Meryl leapt over another hole in the docks. The fool had been running straight towards several burning buildings within the fog - a logical path to take, seeing as they were like a sirens song in this damned fog, but foolish none-the-less. The moth always ended up burned when drawn to the flame.

Her Lament sheathed when she had heard the man as she leapt beside him, her WireDagger swung the both of them up to the top of the nearest building, the outline edged between the fog like smoke mixed with grey.

Putting him down beside her, hopefully safe now from whatever was going on, Meryl grabbed his shoulders and shook them. He didn't look that flash. "Oi! Whats been going on here?! Who's been causing this?! Answer me!"

He'd barely noticed her as of yet, his attention turned towards one of the various foodcarts and vendors that littered the walkway. Bending forward, he checked from fruit to fruit, before picking out a satisfactory one and leaning back up.



Half images would assail her thoughts, as she pressed outwards, to get a "feel" for him. It was for all intents and purposes like that of a barrier, but not an absolute one. While no information about who he was exactly leaked out, various images of his past actions did flare out.

If she had sent out the equivalent of a small wave towards him, he'd sent back a tidal wave in return, effectively overloading her psionic senses, giving her "bad feedback".

The dmeonicized visage of him persisted within her thoughts, the flames reaching up all about him, until they consumed. His body, his looks, mannerisms, pattern of thought-- everything but the most obvious was exactly like Vahn was.

Victor was after his twin brother.

It was then, as he took a bite out of the pear, that he laid yellowed eyes upon her.

The visiual contact remained for about a minute or two, before his head turned to the side.

His expression never changed, demeanor never lessened, and he certainly wasn't looking worried. Apparently he hadn't really noticed anything at all.

Another bite of the pear, and he started moving again, making his way down the length of the market, just absently checking item after item, blissfully unawares.

There were undoubtly a lot of questions, certainly some confusion at best, but the truth laid bare before eyes never lied.

Was he certainly evil? What were his intentions in this place? Where was he going, where did he come from... the questions would be endless.

However the answers, were so few in number.

And not to be found by merely staring.

Another bite of that wonderfully delicious fruit.

"Your certainly addressing a man, of that there's no doubt." Came the sophistacted tone, words rolling off with what one could only chalk up to years, upon years of schooling, or perhaps just plain old trained experience.

Vastly different from the rough demeanor of Vahn, Victor was a whole 'nother game inside. He had quite the facility for connecting with others, developing proficiency at influencing their actions, and the ability to win support through debate, compromise, or seduction.

"As for the last part, I certainly hope you don't start every conversation by naming people." Another bite.

Why just by talking, through his mannerisms and the magnetism he had about him, it'd seem as if he were beginning to beguile the Elven maiden.

It was impressive, really it was, and more than likely a fair share of men, maybe even women, had been won over by the charm she was now exuding out in full force-- but alas, the man had his back turned to her, taking the time to merely browse through a select tray of trinkets.

They were still in the market after all, yes?

His left hand moved outwards, making a swift motion and for a moment, maybe it seemed as if were throwing a weapon at her-- but if she was as nimble as he was of slight of hand, then she'd find herself holding a pomegranate.

"You seem tense."

He smiled softly, seeming to find something he liked. Digging into the pocket of his slacks, he pulled out several gold coins, and laid them out on the table, taking hold of a glass bauble, juggling it from hand to hand, much to the dismay of the merchant.

"Do you like mythology?"

He held the bauble in one hand now, yellowed eyes flaring open as light began to emit from it.

"Every culture, every race-- all life you can say has it's own myths and legends. It's almost a guaranteed staple." Various images became projected into the air itself: men, women, swords, war, seasons, and even the constellations and planets.

"There is one collections of mythology I am particularly rabid in," His eyes shone with the same delight a boy would hold over a brand new toy. "Greek mythology. Just one of the many things I learned during my time within... that place."

He seemed to pause for a moment, before lowering his arm, the images ceasing to exist as the bauble grew dim and yet, once again ordinary. His arm lifted, and he pointed towards the uneaten fruit in her hand.

"In christianity, a forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge caused the downfall of mankind. In Norse lore, one bite of a golden apple from the tree of life is enough to guarantee godhood. And in Greece...a princess was wooed to the underworld by a mere seed."

Plainly avoiding her subject, he turned in place, the people around them both going about with their everyday lives, no long even paying them any attention, as if they were not even there.

"The beautiful daughter of Demeter and Zeus, Persephone is the focus of a story resulting in the division of the seasons, giving us the sweetness of Spring and the bitterness of Winter. Hades did not woo the beautiful Persephone, he abducted her and took her to his underground kingdom. After much protest, Persephone came to love the cold blooded king of the underworld but her mother, Demeter, was consumed with rage and sorrow. She demonstrated her anger by punishing the earth's inhabitants with bitter cold and blustering winds. Unless Persephone was returned to her mother's side, the earth would perish.

Hermes was sent to the house of Hades by Zeus to reason with Hades. He entered the kingdom of Hades and negotiated a compromise between the (usually cold and selfish) Hades and the (usually loving and caring) Demeter. Before Persephone could leave the underworld, Hades gave her a pomegranate seed to eat. By doing this he bound her to himself and his kingdom. When Demeter found out about the trickery she was angry but she was also resigned that there was nothing she could do... her loving daughter was bound to the Lord of the Dead. With no alternative, it was agreed that Persephone would spend part of the year with her husband, Hades, and part of the year in the sunlight with her mother, Demeter.

When Persephone is with Hades the earth is wracked by the sorrow of her mother. But, when Persephone returns from the underworld to walk the earth again, Demeter pours forth the blessings of Spring to welcome her beloved daughter home."

He stared wishfully into the bauble once more, which had been producing imagery to go along with the story.