[CLOSED] Astrophel Renu Sullivan - White Woods

[Diaga Fuatha]

Astrophel Renu Sullivan - or Renu, as he prefers to be called by his close circle of friends - made his way through the busy cobbled streets with his mate. "Disgusting. All of them. They are polluting our world!" His mate put a gentle hand on his arm to calm him. His shoes made a tapping sound as he ascended the stone steps to the cathedral. The clock chimed midnight. He leaned against the heavy oak doorway and withdrew his pipe from his coat. He lit it with a snap of his fingers. "I can't understand how everyone can continue to allow these... these things to corrupt our society. We should shove the lot of them back through that damned door."

His mate clicked her tongue in annoyance. "They aren't listening anymore. They dropped back two blocks ago." He dropped the facade. "About damn time," he said with exasperation, "You think they know how to close the door," he asked her in concern. "Not sure. But they know something - that much is certain. I think they may be planning to lead a raid on the humans tomorrow night at the Festival of the Dead."

"We'll be ready," he assured her, "You better get going. We don't have much time." She quickly brushed the shoulders of his coat and dashed off into the night without another word.  

[Genrin619]

Rogan Elesadra Quinn dashed away from her lover and down the stairs of the Cathedral, into the dark and crowded streets. She knew exactly what it was she had to do and she had little time to do it. She danced through the crowd of revelers wearing elaborate and ornate masks, through the forest, and toward the heart of the celebration. She slipped on her pearl studded pink, white and brown mask as she approached the center fire. The musicians were already waiting for her to arrive. Rogan leapt up on stage and they struck up a lively tune, the same one that they would be playing at a corronation ball in a few days.

The whole time they sang, she could not keep her mind from Renu. She had to keep singing to give him enough time to raid the anti-human meeting houses. They had counted seven in total. Luckily, they were comprised entirely of noblemen who would all be at tonight's festivities.

She scanned the crowd for Lord Brown; he was the ringleader and she had to make sure she had him within her sights at all times. Luckily Renu and I are both Walkers, otherwise we would not stand a chance, she thought to herself. She spotted him in the middle of a group of dancers, drink in hand. She smiled, more at ease, and continued through her set. This time, she took more of a back seat so that she could clear her mind. He was acting strange. On the surface he was enjoying himself and drinking heavily. But beneath it all, he looked as if he was waiting for something. She continued to stare at him carefully. With a jolt she realized he was now staring back at her with a scrutinizing stare. Their eyes met and he gave a sly smile. He knows. Gods help us, he knows! She clenched her fists to keep from shaking with fear and finished the song. When it ended, she had lost sight of him.

Rogan excused herself and dashed back to the streets in a panic. With dread, she now knew Renu was walking right into a trap...  

[Diaga Fuatha]

Renu felt Rogan's presence looking through his eyes. That was their signal. He dropped the documents that he had been reading back onto the table and used his power to exit through the back door and disappear into the trees. He had managed to raid their weapons and bury them. He had just gone back to examine their plans when he felt Rogan's warning. He waited just outside the clearing where the main celebration was taking off. It was time to wait for their Fey contact.

He scanned the stage for Rogan. She was gone. "Damn it!" He wrestled with himself about what to do. He finally decided that he needed to go after Rogan. She was his mate. He couldn't leave her. He withdrew a silver dagger from his boot and cut his hand, smearing the blood on a silk scarf and tying it around a tree branch - their signal. They Fey would know to continue without them.

He sprinted toward the cobble streets. He had to hurry and find her - Captain Munroe was waiting.  

[Genrin619]

Rogan forced herself to look through Renu's eyes - their signal that something went wrong, for Renu to leave. Unfortunately, this caused her to be unaware of her surroundings. With a jolt, she snapped out of her vision as someone grabbed her and thrust her through a building's side door. A hand clamped over her mouth as she was forced down into a high backed wooden chair. She was immediately tied down; the strong hands remained clasped over her jaw. "Someone's been quite the mischeif maker, hasn't she," It was Lord Brown. Her breathing quickened. "Oh, dear... We are in trouble, aren't we," he grinned, his white teeth flashing in the light. He reached behind him and another man handed him a knife. He waved it in front of Rogan's face. "We can do this easily, if you like. Though I can assure you, there will be much pain. A brand new human has just entered Otherworld and traveled to this city, from what I am told. Escorted by the military of Otherworld, no less. You're going to help me find her."

Rogan glared and shook her head. Lord Brown shrugged and cut the back of her hand. She let out a muffled scream. "Again, I ask you. Use that amazing talent of yours, and find her." Rogan shook her head again. He sighed and sliced just above the first cut, then again and again, each notch just a little higher than the last. "My dear," he said, stooping until their eyes were level, "don't let the cuts reach your neck. Just find the girl, and you can go free." A tear trailed down her cheek.

There was a knock at the door.  

[Diaga Fuatha]

A man in a top hat answered the door. Renu immediately shoved the transporter blade into Lord Brown. With an angry cry, he vanished. Renu flew through the door, throwing knives quickly into the men scattered about the room. They also vanished. Only one remained - he was pinning Rogan to the chair and using her as a shield. "Rogan, baby, are you okay?"

"Wonderful, darling," she replied. He threw a well aimed dagger at the man's neck. It was an impossible shot, but the blade hit it's mark. He fell to the ground, drowning in his own blood. Renu ran to his mate and untied her. "They cut you..." She smiled at him, "Only a little bit." He kissed her swiftly and they dashed out the door into the night.

"The sun is rising," pointed out. She nodded and continued running next to him. They reached Captain Munroe's estate. "Now, we wait..."  

[Genrin619]

Rogan sat with her lover in the entrance hall. He fussed over her cuts for a bit and then held her close, stroking her hair. She closed her eyes, content to be in his arms. "Renu," she said quietly. "Mmm?" She wove her fingers through his. "Do you ever think about starting a family?"

"All the time." She nodded. She knew what he meant. They both wanted a family, but they couldn't be selfish. They needed to think of others; they were very powerful and could help many people. Until the war was over, they couldn't start their own life. She sighed and burried her face in the shoulder of his coat. It had been a long week.

Finally, Captain Munroe and another young soldier burst through the doors. Captain Munroe turned to them, "Thank the gods. Renu, Rogan... Where have you been?" Rogan lifted her head as Renu motioned to her various cuts. "Lord Brown," she said. The captain took a deep breath. "I see. Well, I'll be with you later. Make yourselves at home. If you get tired, there is an empty room five doors down on the left." He turned on his heel and dashed up the stairs. The other gentleman stayed behind and slumped into a chair.

"Come on, baby. Let's get some sleep. I have a feeling he'll be a while," she told Renu. He stood and looped an arm around her waist as they made their way for the fifth door on the left.  

[Diaga Fuatha]

Renu closed the door behind them. He waltzed over to the partition and began to remove his clothes for a bathe in the metal tub. He hung his clothes up on the partition wall and sank down into the hot water that had been waiting. He picked up a blue glass bottle and poured the soap into his palm, working it up into a lather. On the other side of the partition he Rogan's silhouette pacing back and forth. He sank deeper into the water, breathing in the steam. "You've been acting strange. I've noticed it long before now, but lately it's been more pronounced. Each time we take a job, you become careless. You were even captured! That's not like you. You're usually so careful and methodical."

He heard Rogan scoff angrily. "I'm serious. You need to get your head in the game or you'll get yourself killed." He dunked himself in the water to rinse and selected the next bottle. "Anyway, I buried their weapons and found some interesting documents. They had maps, Rogan. Maps of the war and locations of the old doors. I think they might be planning to open them again for the vampires. And more than just that, they had files on us. Papers upon papers." He took a roll of leather from beside the tub, untying the string. Inside was a stack of documents sewn to the leather. He flipped through the papers. "They have our records of birth, powers, who we have worked for - everyone in fact - an entire record of our lives... Your father was a fisherman?"  

[Genrin619]

"Oh, hush. Your father was a wood cutter," she snapped. "What else does it say," she asked walking around the screen and taking the papers from him. He lay his head back and closed his eyes. She flipped to the last pages. Her heart froze. "Renu... they have weapons."

"Mmm?"

"Weapons. Ones to take our powers... or at least most of them. And something about a human girl..."

"What girl?"

"I don't know! These papers don't say! Do you have more?" Renu sat up, opening his eyes. "No." Rogan sank to sit by the fire and began warming more water in a large copper kettle. "We have to talk to the Captain soon. We have to find this poor girl and help her. If they want her so badly, I want to make sure that we have her." Renu nodded. She put a hand over his eyes and leaned his head back. "Sleep." She stood and exited the room, looking for Captain Munroe. The sun was high in the sky. "What a long night," she muttered to herself.