Arkaotic

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@LitCabbit

Depends, do you want to give Carlisle an Aneurysm?

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Carlisle Corvus &

Written by @Arkaotic and @Emuxe

Addressing: @Jeyma@SanaChan

Sophia could feel her body fill with dark power as the Fleshspinner had touched her mark. It flooded her very being, like a crashing ocean wave on the stony barrier that seperated the land and sea; she felt the power encase her like a warm blanket, though part of her still felt empty and untouched.

"Congratulations," the fleshspinner sarcastically chimed in, before proceeding to inform her of her new... Situation Sophia was now evil? But... She didn't feel any different; she was still Sophia.

Perhaps the Light Terra was wrong; maybe giving into dark power didn't make you inherently evil, as they so often said. Alithe and the Revenant were scary bedtime stories for Neutral children, to scare them into behaving; Sophia remembered witnessing parents scolding their children by telling them that Alithe would steal their soul if they didn't.

All of a sudden, her flesh-spinning companion's attention was suddenly ripped away from her; and so did his neck: Nothing that even resembled a human should physically be able to do such a thing - his movement reminded Sophia of an owl. A very disgusting owl.

The creature spoke of a spy, but as Sophia turned to try and the source of her companion's concern, nothing was there. The young woman could only furrow her brow, starting to question the man's sanity; though she supposed that her senses weren't as developed as her companion's.

Oh sure Corvus, it's not like you're after a blasted Fleshspinner, it's not like they wouldn't have bloody heard you, idiot. The self berrating thoughts came in reaction to the Fleshspinner having called out, obviously having heard his slight movements due to whatever ungodly organ he'd managed to grow over his life. It really should have been more obvious for Crow to take more precautions against being noticed but as seemed to be the growing trends, it really had been quite a long day. Plus, he'd still yet to actually be noticed.. The problem was what to do now, with Sophia's mark feeding like crazy she had just taken that extra step towards the irreparable.

"Speak now!"

Sophia's companion suddenly screamed behind her, causing her to feel like that she had nearly jumped out of her own skin from the electric-feeling shock. Even Crow had to wince at the scream from Shertul for the spy, that being him, to say something. He already had a blasted headache and this whole mess was just... not helping in the slightest.

The woman turned to berate the man for scaring the living daylights out of her, though he'd again cut her off;

"Marked of Alithe, some coward has stalked us. This is your last opportunity to return to Wellborough. Take my hand now, or take your chances that the Nephilim will ever have mercy."

The flesh spinner's clawed hand was outstretched toward her, and Sophia had to hesitate. She momentarily turned her head back toward from where they had come from, curious if she actually should return - her life would remain a lot simpler than the path she was going to take...
"Yeah right," another voice scoffed. Sophia jumped away from the Fleshspinner, much like a startled feline. "Mercy has never been anywhere near Nephilim in any description of them ever, so whatever you did, you should go with him,"

For the fourth time this day, and counting, Crow opened his mouth to return a remark about a coward having followed them before what appeared to be some sort Fire Elemental just decided to waltz on into the situation.

It's strange to see a fire elemental outside of Volkungthad, Sophia had to mentally note; she remembered when she had once visited the dwarven city; at the time, her naive mind thought that the dwarves and elementals worked in unison. Though, what else could she assume? Neither race actually left Volkungthad, and not many could stand the firey conditions of the underground city; it was no wonder that no-one ever heard the truth.

What was it about today in which things continuously got more complicated than could ever have been considered necessary. At this point Carlisle had to take a breath to remind himself he was here for an as yet innocent child. Yet another bloody neutral with some issue with the Nephilim was something he would just have to deal with.

"Where ya going? Can I go too?" the elemental's question pulled Sophia from her dissappointed thoughts. The woman didn't even know who they were or what they were doing, but she wanted to join in? Strange woman...

A quiet "uhh..." escaped her lips as she turned her confused face toward her flesh spinning companion. She didn't say anything, but she'd silently passed the baton of a question toward the strange looking man.

Enough. Carlisle dropped from his perch among the branches to land before them. "Please don't run, I've-", the pause was punctuated by a finger held up in a quietening manner as he managed to fish a flask from somewhere within his clothes. He held the finger up a moment longer as he took a slow swig from flask, savouring what should be a top end scotch back at the tavern before dropping the gesture. "-had a really long day and I'd prefer not to do any more chasing.". After swishing the flask to judge it to be about half full, he tossed it to the fleshspinner, "You, my abomniable friend, really need to eat". Silver flecked eyes cast about each of the members of this rag tag get together, a sigh slipping past his lips. "Now, after your story I actually had to consider you as an unforunate byproduct of a disturbed upbringing and then, low and behold, after having to come for an innocent child, I find you feeding a mark that is not just within the realm of disturbed, but utter madness. Not to mention being more than willing to bring her, the aforementioned innocent child, to within the waste's of Alithe herself. Crow threw up his hands with an exhasperated huff as he turned to the fire elemental having blundered into the scene. "Annnnd lets not forget being in the process of picking up yet another tag along, which, I really really suggest you retract miss. So can someone please explain to me how to rationally resolve any of this without blood", his eyebrow raised in question as to if any of them could possibly have any rational thought processes in their minds and waited. A fight might injure the child and even with her dark mark now awakening, he had been sent to bring her back, she was his responsibility and anything he could do to minimise risk to his charge would have to be done.

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XD I only ever do that with my brother

@SanaChan

Seriously though, you should see my posts before I edit for actual posting. There's more rage commentary than actual content xD

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This happened.


Then this happened.

Watching @Arkaotic write is always amusing.

@Emuxe

Annnd this is why I don't colab post damnit.

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*drags alcohol poisoned self in
*Slap down post
*drags alcohol poisoned self out

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Carlisle Corvus

@Soragoku@LitCabbit@Jeyma@Sanachan@Emuxe

The centaur was definitely of a noble nature and Crow could not help but feel some pity for her. He was raised under Raziel's light while she was raised under unknown stories and gods. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to have to face the idea of his god being false and yet she stood stoically seeking out the truth, not only that but to go so far as to seek to swear allegiance if she were to find out that there was only Raziel and Alithe. She would find what she sought at the institute but she would be disappointed. Still, it was not Crow's place to say anything, her quest was her own and the truth would come soon enough.

"Corvus, be nice to our visitors humble visitors. They are innocent souls."

"But..I..They" Crow spluttered for a moment, "I'm always nice!". It wasn't his fault that he wasn't a people person, it's not exactly like the Nephilim get many opportunities to have a social coffee with neutral friends to be able to build up such people skills. He let out another huff before pausing as the dark presence arrived somewhere nearby, this was definitely revenant. Low in his chest, crow could not stop the slightest of growls. Not today, he already had too much on his plate and nothing to wash it down with. Luckily the arch-mage felt it also and was already suggesting they head off before more trouble was started. "I suppose I'll go play fetch with the farmgirl then before the mobs come with pitchforks and the like" he grumbled before setting off after the tracks left by Shertul and his helpful companion. Although crow would have preferred to just arch to them, he needed the tracks to follow, not to mention that a bolt of lightning is generally pretty noticeable so he picked up his pace to an endurance jog he could keep for days and began the hunt.

Finally, he could sense them now and so knew he must be close and yet before Carlisle could celebrate not having to run for much longer, a terrible feeling settled in his soul. Instincts screamed of a dark power feasting that was not the Fleshspinner. Surely he hadn't twisted the girl just yet. He slowed his pace, changing the gait of his steps so that he moved without sound and crept among the trees. Bits and pieces of conversation drifted through the leaves to him and what he heard was not pleasant. Taking up to the branches among the trees where the leaves would offer concealment, he caught a glimpse of them a few meters ahead. The fleshspinner was touching a mark on her thigh and even from here Carlisle could feel it awaken and feed from Shertul's energy. That mark.. It was the mark of Alithe. On this child? Why? What would Alithe possibly want from her? Crow felt as if he were about to leap down and tear the creature away from her but he did not wish another confrontation and the girl would only try step in the way. Patience was what was required, the would surely come an opportunity to bring her back before more damage was done.

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Carlisle Corvus

@SanaChan@Jeyma@Soragoku

"You must come to terms with your past, Corvus. You're becoming weak because of it, you mustn't let it get the best of you. You have to be strong if you are to continue out your duties of defending Terra, weakness cannot hold you back. Do you understand?"

A low sigh winded from Crow's chest as his brother scolded him. Of course he knew this, many a time he had come before Raziel for forgiveness and guidance, many a time the torment had led him to a bottle. How could it not? He knew what he did was for the greater good, that without the Nephilim providing protection and the rule of law to the Neutrals, the walls of civilization and order would crumble about their ears. It had been so long since the last great war and yet another war still waged, this one was just quieter. That is what he could not stand, in those days the Neutrals praised the Nephilim war banners as his brothers and sisters marched side by side, heads held high. When they had an enemy that would show itself and allies they could count on. When the war was just and clear. A time, as he had seen in the depictions created by the mages, where Raziel himself stood upon the battlefield. He remembered the vision still, the Nephilim battle formations marching to meet the dark hordes of Revenant. The sound of the war horns calling and Raziel, in all his glory, appearing in a blast of light and thunder. His impact shook the earth to the very core, his armour shining like the sun on earth and those eyes.. The eyes that burnt the darkness from within a soul with a glance and bolstered the fortitude of his brothers and sisters so much so that their eyes reflected his righteous purpose. By the light how Crow wished to stand with them, even to see Raziel who was now more a father figure that his biological Humani father but Raziel hadn't been seen walking the earth for hundreds of years.

Carlisle was pulled out of his reminiscence as the arch-mage offered a hand to steady himself, "You will ensure that girl is safe from the Fleshspinner. Who knows what should come of her if she spends too much time with it. If you believe she has a connection to the Revenant, I have no doubts she could be persuaded to join them, or become a Fleshspinner herself. She's well known in Wellborough, I can't have more neutrals blaming the Nephilim for something happening to their people."

Before being able to reply, thinking to argue that resources were spread thin enough (not to mention a bar tab to get back to), to be able to chase after young farmhands and abnormalities when the Centaur rode up in a distinctively military style. Crow had noticed her outburst when he let the creature go, close as one could get to an ally in these days. "I am Sutagara, a warrior from the tribe of Windleaf. I will be straight to the point: I need to be led to the Institute. I need to see it's library." Once again, as Crow opened his mouth to reply but before any words could come out two more traveling companions sidled on into view. By the light anyone would think the Nephilim were suddenly popular. Each of them begged or commanded passage to the institute, with one of the duo going to so far as to state that they would follow them inevitably whether Crow agreed or not.

He held his hands up in a settling manner, glancing between the newly formed group. "Hold up hold up, You people do realize the Institute isn't some public library that people get to waltz right into because they're interested right?" A hand came up to massage the bridge of his nose as he tried to figure out the situation, his other flicking in a motion at Daewyn, "And as much as I find your blatantness amusing, I could arch out of here and there'd be nothing to follow so just settle your fine little self and find a way to reel in that tongue for a moment". He paused long enough to give the Centaur a respectful bow of his head, she at least was ready to stand by him and deserved as much. His eyes flicked to the arch-mage for assistance, as he didn't have time to baby-sit and hunt a child nor would he want to. He certainly wasn't used to dealing with this many people in conversation that's for sure. "I'm Carlisle Corvus, feel free to call me Crow.. and you are?" the last he directed at the elf duo. Something told him he wouldn't be going back to the bar for some time.

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Sorry I haven't posted yet, been a little busy. Will hopefully get the chance to tonight.

(And don't say a word @Jeyma, I can broom myself thank you very much.

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<Snipped quote by Arkaotic>

I'm like his fucking secretary.

@Emuxe

MOAR GIFFFSSSSSSS

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I'm gonna make my elf character...probably tomorrow.

@Silver Carrot

Don't worry. I only get half the shit I mean to get done, done because @emuxe does most of the leg work for me.