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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 1:14 pm
Tucked in an uninhabited section of the guild is a small room. The only sign that it is inhabited is the sheer amount of bandages and antiseptics scattered around the bed. There also appears to be the occasional scorch mark on the floor...
Room is: Occupied
(Just a place for me to put Daenes between events, she's not friendly so it's advised to stay out.)
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 1:15 pm
(Saw you wanted to pester Daenes, so here you go. Out of the way so she doesn't bother anyone if she gets angry.)
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 1:40 pm
Daenes and Spice Anon (Saw you wanted to pester Daenes, so here you go. Out of the way so she doesn't bother anyone if she gets angry.) *Roger.* While roaming the halls, Darxian sensed an unusual aura. It was filled with lingering anger and...brimstone? Based on what Xashowd had told him, that was Daenes. He took a sharp right and followed the aura. He started getting wary...it seemed too perfect. Then again, Leviathan had known about what he and Xashowd had discussed,so it wouldn't surprise him if this was a setup. He pulled out his Soul Dagger and made sure his hood covered his face as he sped along. After a while he found a door. The aura was strong behind it. Darxian opened the door and found a large room inside. There was nothing particularly special about the room, but there were signs of an inhabitant. Darxian moved against a wall. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he wouldn't be caught unawares.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 1:47 pm
Xashowd *Roger.* While roaming the halls, Darxian sensed an unusual aura. It was filled with lingering anger and...brimstone? Based on what Xashowd had told him, that was Daenes. He took a sharp right and followed the aura. He started getting wary...it seemed too perfect. Then again, Leviathan had known about what he and Xashowd had discussed,so it wouldn't surprise him if this was a setup. He pulled out his Soul Dagger and made sure his hood covered his face as he sped along. After a while he found a door. The aura was strong behind it. Darxian opened the door and found a large room inside. There was nothing particularly special about the room, but there were signs of an inhabitant. Darxian moved against a wall. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he wouldn't be caught unawares. (I said it was a small room in the first post.
Oh, and Leviathans writer is really sick so you probably won't get a chance to interact with her for a while.)
The intruder had not gone unnoticed, the rooms inhabitant watching him silently from her seat on the bed where she had been cleaning a pipe she had been playing earlier. She didn't recognize the man though she could sense he had magic. "... What do you want?" Her voice is cold and unwelcoming, but she isn't angry. Yet.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 1:55 pm
*Sorry... cat_sweatdrop And thanks for the head's up.* Darxian looked over at the woman sitting on the bed. So...that's Daenes. Darxian thought. " An audience with your master, Leviathan. A friend of mine has a knack for getting himself into trouble, and when Leviathan smacked him around he wanted payback. I need to diffuse the situation before it escalates any further." He explained.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 2:01 pm
Xashowd *Sorry... cat_sweatdrop And thanks for the head's up.* Darxian looked over at the woman sitting on the bed. So...that's Daenes. Darxian thought. " An audience with your master, Leviathan. A friend of mine has a knack for getting himself into trouble, and when Leviathan smacked him around he wanted payback. I need to diffuse the situation before it escalates any further." He explained. (It's fine. Is Darxian human or something else? It affects Daenes's overall reaction to him.)
The elf instantly scowls, anger flaring, "She is my boss, not master. Find the damn hag yourself." She turns her attention back to the pipe, polishing it until the black metal gleams in the dim light of the room.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 2:10 pm
*Technically human, but he's part of a clan known as the Chrysalians, who have crystalline hair and various magic powers and personality traits based on the hair's color. Darxian's an Assassin, so he's rather straight and to the point. Also, he has access the Earth Magic, but he doesn't use it for much more than transport, preferring his skills with a dagger.* " Boss, Master, I couldn't care less. I don't like dealing with Demons, but I've got two on my plate now and I need to get one off. Your boss drew the short straw." He walked over towards the middle of the room, hood still up. " And I've tried finding her myself. Every lesser demon I talk with clams up, and the Archdemons tell me I'm insane and send me on way way. You're the last connection I have. Nothing personal."
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 2:29 pm
(I see. He's still human though, so she's going to hate him regardless.)
"Please, tell me more of your pathetic tale of woe." It wouldn't be surprising if Darxian can see the pure sarcasm dripping from her words as she sneers at him, "Have to deal with two powerful beings, so go for the demigod cause that's a brilliant idea." A short, harsh laugh escapes her as she slides her pipe into a case, her eye beginning to glow with a hellish light. "You jokers wouldn't last a single second against her."
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 2:38 pm
*Got it. Darxian won't mind. Part of the assassin job description.* Underneath his hood, Darxian smiled. Obstinate indeed. " It's not a matter of power level, it's a matter of time. I'd rather deal with neither, but circumstance forces my hand." He twirled his dagger in his hand absentmindedly. " Just get me an audience with Leviathan. Clearly you don't care whether I live or die, so once I get to talk with her, I'll be out of your hair."
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 2:42 pm
"Even if I wanted to tell you, I can't. She's busy." She starts checking the bandages on her arms, "Now leave before I kill you for her."
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 2:52 pm
{{What an entertaining conflict we have brewing. I shall remain an amused spectator.}}
{{For now that is.}}
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 2:59 pm
The Unknown Figure {{What an entertaining conflict we have brewing. I shall remain an amused spectator.}}
{{For now that is.}} (Oh, uh... Hi there, scarey lady... ;>n> )
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 3:04 pm
Darxian kept smiling. Daenes seemed powerful, and looked like she could handle herself in a fight. But as much as he wanted to test his skills, he still needed to prepare for Laguna's arrival. He'd need everything he had to deal with her... " Tempting. I wouldn't mind a battle, but I have bigger fish to fry." He walked toward the door, paused, and turned back to Daenes. " Still...Xashowd is persistent. He won't give this up, which means I have no choice but to pursue this. I'll be keeping an eye on the situation." He opened the door and started to walk out. " Let me know when your boss isn't busy." He closed the door behind him as he left. Could've went better, but I got to see Daenes. Her reputation proceeds her as far as personality goes. Darxian thought as he walked away. Didn't expect it to be easy. But one thing still remains unseen... Darxian mused. Where the heck is this "Spice" character Xashowd mentioned? I didn't see an orange cat in there.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 3:04 pm
Daenes and Spice Anon The Unknown Figure {{What an entertaining conflict we have brewing. I shall remain an amused spectator.}}
{{For now that is.}} (Oh, uh... Hi there, scarey lady... ;>n> ) {{She pinky waves.}}
{{Are you enjoying your failures to intimidate one another?}}
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 3:29 pm
She watches him leave, a scowl back on her face. She had no intention of telling him anything. (D: Got him out the door, didn't it?
Why do all my people break the wall...)
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