Lady Seraphina

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

I shall start off by saying the first post is up.

Next I do not expect any of you to post as much as I did in that first one. My initiating posts tend to be enormous because I usually have an entire back story to explain. My posts will shorten once we get going.

When you read it Jason was killed three years before our story starts so at least some of you should know him and most of you should know of him.

The Demon Within

Seven Years Ago
Lilith:
Lilith* ran down the deserted alleyway. It was midday and the sun hung high in the sky. She shouldn't be here. She had gotten careless and overconfident and the DIS had caught up to her. Lilith was a Vengeance Demon. Unlike others of the Djinn class she had a very special set of powers.

As Lilith understood it the original Vengeance Demons, then known as the Ultionis**, were created by God to dispatch the people of the world too wicked to live. That had not lasted long. Hell offered much more reward and enjoyment than the strict running’s of Heaven. When they had turned to Hell God stripped them of their rank but as they descended to the lowest levels rather than take their specific gifts God cursed them to hear the screams and wails of all the sinful acts upon the earth in the hopes that there pain would drive them back to their intended purpose.

It seemed to work, for a while before they discovered a taste for blood. They began burning the souls of those who had committed minor sins with the Flames of Damnation. A golden fire that sin could not tolerate the presence of. God like all the other demons banished them to Hell but like all the other demons the ones with enough determination clawed their way back out.

Lilith was not one of the originals, very few of them remained. No Lilith had been forged from the anger and vengeance of a thousand humans souls, then loosed upon the world. She had been exercised a half dozen times but she was one of the smarter ones. She was a demon that had lived on the Earth for a long while without attracting the attention of the light dwellers. Recently however her blood lust had overtaken her and now a petty human organization called the DIS was hunting her and they were skilled at their task.

They couldn't be more than half a minute behind her. She needed a way to hide. Lilith jumped and kicked herself off a loose brick on the wall narrowly grabbing a fire escape which she then swung herself up onto. She looked down, Lilith could see the agents with their armaments raised and she started to run again. Her current host had been track runner and so this came easily to Lilith. The Demon ran up the fire escape and onto the top of the building. She heard the screech of metal behind her as the fire escape was lowered but she didn't pause, she just kept running over rooftops leaping from building to building. The apartments in this part of LA were built so close together that it wasn't difficult. All too soon she came to the end of the residential district. There was a great field at the foot of building that had an old dilapidated school centered in the middle.

Lilith looked back and saw six agents surround her position. All point various weapons from sigils to Sig Saucers. "Not this time boys." She said her voice rasping like the smoke that made up her true form. Lilith jumped from the rooftop. As she hit the ground she heard both of her hosts legs snap breaking at three places along the bone. Her head hit the concrete and her skull caved in slightly but it didn't matter to Lilith. The now animated corpse would serve her well till she found a new body. Lilith took a moment to set the bones back in place and before she stood and kept running.

The school was her best bet for a new host, besides she liked her hosts young, in their prime. This one had been wearing out anyways. Every step she took Lilith felt the bones of her legs threaten to snap. It was only her smoky form that kept this body together. She didn't have a lot of time till the agents got here which included time to get through the schools doors. Instead Lilith climbed a maintenance ladder that someone had forgotten to retire and climbed up to the roof.

The top of the school was covered in gravel and a variety of sports balls that had failed to be retrieved. Lilith was looking for the door the janitor used access the roof.[/i] "Freeze demon." Lilith sighed. "That is such a generalization. I'm a Djinn and a Spirit of Vengeance to be more specific." The man's gun never wavered. Lilith closed her eyes and breathed in. "Mmmmm, delicious. Do you smell it too... Jason. The blood of the innocents on your hands, and the blood of those you determined had to die. Who gave you that authority?" "Does that give you anymore right to kill?" "I was given the right and the duty to kill by God." Not quite true but close enough. "What is your excuse? Now that little girl, the blood slave in the Southern East side, the one they devoured because you were to cautious. Will you be judged for that when you reach St. Peter's Gate... or will it happen now?"

Lilith drew her hand from behind her back where she had been carving a sigil into her palm with her finger nails. In her hand she held a great ball of Golden Flames. "The Flames of Damnation burn all but the purest." She threw it at him not expecting it to hit as it didn't but it forced him to dive for cover and in that time Lilith ran. There was a glass dome on the roof that no doubt led into some sort of performance hall, possibly a theater. Lilith punched the glass and it shattered. She leapt through with grace falling with the glass to the ground below. Her broken bones buckled again and she collapsed. The red smoke that made up her body started to swirl around her host as she searched for a way to get it running again.[/i]

Susanna Grace:
Susanna was a grade 11 student attending a Los Angeles Correctional for all the children that had too much in their past to be admitted anywhere else. Despite the fact that she was going to a school for delinquents and drop outs Susanna actually enjoyed it. The school had better funding than most places and as a result there art programs were running smoothly with decent teachers. She was currently in music class performing a solo of “The Voice” by Celtic Woman.

“I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will...”

Susanna was interrupted by a crashing sound as the glass of the dome above them shattered and the body of a person fell with it. Susanna dove out of the way of the glass hastily packing her fiddle way in its case then in her backpack. The girl that had fallen into the room was pretty; she had long dark hair that was tied in a braid to keep it out of her face. Her features were delicate like an angel.

As she hit the ground dark red smoke starting to pour from her wounds staining the ground all around her as she lay still. The teacher and the students screamed and ran from the room yelling for someone to call the cops. Susanna didn't know why but the black red smoke didn't seem to frighten her. It should have it was clearly unnatural with no fire to cause it but Susanna felt like it was calling to her to help the poor girl on the ground.

Susanna approached the girl's broken body and let out a scream when the girl opened her eyes. Her gaze was malicious not one of pain. "Looks like we have ourselves a volunteer." Before Susanna could scream the smoke condensed itself and flew at her very fast. It funneled into her mouth and she choked on it coughing and hacking as it filled up her stomach and her lungs and her whole being. Until the smoke was all she could feel.

"Hello dearie, nice of you to offer up your body. I did so need a new vessel.

Susanna was shocked but she tried to speak. Who are you? Susanna tried to say but her voice became lost somewhere in her throat. The question appeared to have reached the demon’s ears though because it answered with a laugh. “Me, I’m Susanna Grace and I’m sure no one will dispute that when I’m cutting their throats. You however, you are clearly too strong to be banished to the furthest corners of this mind so you might as well have something to scream when the guilt collapses on you. Call me Lilith.” She said still laughing. Her laugh was unlike anything that Susanna had ever heard, unlike anything that had ever come out of her mouth. What scared Susanna even more was that everything the demon said she said with Susanna's voice, the voice of an innocent. No one would know that it was not Susanna that committed the crimes this demon had intended. The creature laughed again as this realization hit Susanna. Pausing only to select a few choice objects from the corpse of her former host Lilith went skipping down the hall.

"Sue wait up." said a voice from behind her. Lilith turned around. She was still becoming used to her new body but from Susanna's memories she could see that this girl was named Chelsea and she was best friends with Susanna. "Sue, history is that way; you can't go skipping class again. The Principles is watching you already, you don't want to get expelled." Lilith looked into Susanna's memory for a moment for a single fact about Chelsea and went she found what she was looking for the demon smiled maliciously. "The heart of a virgin, this will do nicely." Before Chelsea could scream Lilith plunged her hand into the girl's chest and ripped out her heart. A blood curdling shriek escaped Chelsea's lips before she fell down dead. Lilith smiled and stored the heart in Susanna's lunch box as Susanna looked on in horror.

Lilith was about to start running again for fear the DIS agents might turn up but she stopped. She needed an ace in the eventuality that she was caught. Lilith ducked into a janitor's closet and extracted a knife that she had taken from her previous host. She used it to shave off a layer of skin from Susanna's upper arm. Susanna screamed inside her skull but the sound did not penetrate the red smoke that filled her. Lilith used blood from the wound to draw a sigil on the newly made parchment. It was a triangle with an eye in the center. From the eye a spiral emanated forming a circle outside the triangle. Lilith rolled up the bloody paper and stuffed it into her back pocket. It was time to go.

Lilith needed a portal to escape and the heart would do nicely for a sacrifice but it wasn't enough if she was making the portal here. Luckily there was a Ley Line that converged in the city three blocks from the school in an abandoned warehouse. Lilith ran fast and was there in no time. Her host was in peak physical condition.

Lilith entered the warehouse and used the blood from her still wounded arm to draw the necessary markings onto the cold concrete. When she was finished Lilith placed the heart in the center and snapped her fingers. Black flames consumed the heart and Lilith started to chant in a long dead dialect that only the demons understood.

The heart, and the flames and the sigils morphed into a blue white light. Her portal was ready.

A shot rang out and a searing pain burned across Lilith's shoulder. Lilith tried to walk into the portal and escape but her legs would not move. "Devil's trap carved on a bullet. You're not going anywhere."

"Smart, Lilith said her true voice ringing out in the stillness. "I wonder how much good it will do you beyond the grave." Lilith pulled out the parchment and threw it at Jason's feet. He dove for cover as the golden flames expanded in front of him. The fires missed burning him by inches. With the time she had bought Lilith dug into her shoulder and pulled the bullet out before she stepped into the portal and vanished.

Over the next four years Lilith performed unspeakable acts with Susanna’s body, murder and torture and seduction and destruction and through it all nothing Susanna did could stop Lilith, not when she slit a barman’s throat and made a cocktail with his blood, not when she cut the limbs one by one off a group of triplet children, not even when Lilith hacked apart a convent and all the sister’s in it. Lilith had several more encounter with the DIS most specifically the agents of the LA field office who had come to be experts on her particularly. The one demon they couldn't catch. In their last encounter Lilith succeeded in killing Jason, the one agent who was always inches away from destroying her. That was why she chose to leave America for a little while; Ireland seemed like a good place to hide out.

Three Years Ago
Lilith:
Lilith strode through the Ireland hills. It was a beautiful country and Lilith loved the smell of the air. She was not like other demons who merely sought destruction. Lilith could enjoy the air and the sky and the sea even if she did think it would look better coated in blood. Lilith had been lying low in Ireland ever since she had killed one of the DIS agents three months ago. She knew after that there entire fighting force would be put up against her so she needed somewhere to hide. The outskirts of Ireland seemed as good a place as any. Since she could no longer threaten and kill for what she needed Lilith had taken to playing Susanna's fiddle for money or room and board. Susanna had been a top notch fiddle playing and now so was Lilith. She was course did not stop killing but she became more discrete luring her victims out into the hills and leaving no trace of their existence or death behind.

This particularly fine day Lilith had a set goal in mind. There was a remote monastery that the people spoke of in awe and Lilith planned to show them just how little protection there "God" really offered. Soon she was at the location on top of a hill overlooking the sea. Lilith composed her face into a scared and pathetic look before she knocked on the door. A spy whole opened and a Monk looked out. "What is your business?" "Please sir, I wish to beg forgiveness for my sins." The monk closed the hole without a word or sound before the gates of the monastery opened. The Monk led her to a central chamber. "Wait here while I fetch the brethren."

Lilith waited in anticipation. She wanted all the Monks together when she started to strip off their skin. Twenty four monks filled into the room forming a complete circle around Lilith. "It is funny," said one who appeared to be there leader. "I never knew demons wished to attend confession."

Lilith reacted immediately holding her hands out meaning to cause the torch brackets to impale the monks but nothing happened. "Come now, did you think we would be unprepared for the soldiers of Hell." He pointed upwards where an intricate symbol consisting of hundreds of runes and sigils was drawn carefully. It must have taken months to construct a trap capable of not only containing any demon but also keeping their powers within the trap.

"A Devil's Trap." said Lilith real fear filling her voice for the first time. The fear woke Susanna who though awake for the whole four years had sunk back into a state of apathy to deal with all she had watched her hands do. Susanna watched excitedly not saying a word. “How long do you think till I figure a way out of this, and you know I will.” Lilith said it with a gusto that she did not feel.

“Most likely a couple of days perhaps weeks but you don’t have that long. Monks prepare the circle of obliteration.”

You finally bit off more than you could chew Lilith. This is where you pay for everything you forced me to do. This is my revenge.

“Shut up you insignificant fly, I have more things to worry about than a silly girl still thinking she can make a difference.”

The monks around the circle froze and all turned to look at the eldest for instructions. “The vessel lives.” He said simply. He nodded at his brothers and they changed their tactic, moving into a different formation and aiming their magicks at the ruin trap rather than at Susanna and Lilith. A light shot from each of their hands and converged over the ruins. It filled the room with a golden light that caused Lilith to scream. For the first time in a long while Susanna found herself present, not just an onlooker. “Thank you, thank you. I can never repay you for this.” Susanna’s voice burst forth and for once in the last six years it was truly her own. “This is not permanent child. What is your name?” said the eldest monk.

“Susanna,” she said barely able to breath for the tears trailing down her face. “Does this mean that she’ll come back?” “Yes,” said the monk slowly “once you leave this light she will return.” “Please, please,” Susanna begged. “Cast her out, I can’t go through that again.” “She is a special and specific kind of demon, she had not only taken over your body but pollute your entire being. Your soul is tainted with her powers. There is a length procedure which could be undertaken to rid you of her but act of untangling two souls bound together would be very painful and most likely kill you and set her free. None of us want that least of all you.”

Susanna looked at him the hope draining from her eyes. “Then kill me. Destroy us both like you were going to. Better one girl dies than a hundred or a thousand.”

“There is another option Susanna. We could swap your roles. We could bury her in your soul and give you control. We can't promise that she will remain dormant. She may rear up within your mind.”

“Do it.” Susanna said without hesitation.

“Susanna, this is not something done lightly she could make your life a living hell if she awakens. You may come to curse us before your life ends.”

“She’s already led me through hell and back. She murdered my father with my hands and countless other people. So do it, push her down. Give me my life back.”

The eldest monk looked at her sorrowfully “As you wish my lady.” He and the other monks lowered their beams of light till they converged on Susanna and Lilith. The scream that escaped their lips was a mixture of Lilith’s hideousness and Susanna’s pain. This hurt them both but when the light cleared Susanna could move freely outside the light.

Susanna slept in the monastery that night and the next day the monks gathered enough money for a boat ticket back to America. Susanna spent several months trying to get home but the Monks were right. Her freedom was not what she had expected or wanted.

Lilith was more powerful even bound than Susanna had been in her place. She whispered into Susanna’s mind. As the months went on Susanna’s consciousness started to blur with Lilith’s. She heard the sins of everyone she passed and it left her with a desire to make the guilty party pay. Susanna did her best to push out the voices with loud fiddle music and noise cancelling headphones. She had to keep moving from place to place to avoid hurting anyone and she had to stay on the road because of the warrants for murders that Lilith had done with Susanna’s name and face.

Even though they demanded that she burn sins with them Susanna had trouble conjuring the Flames of Damnation without the demons help. When she went to long without punishing anyone the Flames started to whisper and shout and it was only then when Susanna was on the point of madness that Lilith would help her summon the flames. The monks were right, Susanna’s freedom was not all that she had expected or wanted and she often cursed them for the magic while still feeling that she owed them everything.

*Just a note, this isn't the Lilith from Christian mythology, the first wife of Adam and mother of the demons. This is just a more ordinary and standard demon who shares the same name.

** I really suck at naming things, if anyone else has any suggestions I'm all ears.

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

We're up to six now not including someone who hasn't and I have doubts that they will post there CS. I'd say we're good to start. It might be next weekend though cause I'm real busy with school.

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

Those are basically just rumours and myths. I do not claim that there is any truth in them. Besides she has an "uncle" that came from Ikana who is a compulsory liar so she's got to have heard a hundred different versions of the Stone Tower myth. This is the one she liked the best.

As you say it is unknown how the Stone Tower came to be so folk will have made up a hundred different versions of it for telling around the camp fire.

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

As the procession of the long lost Ikanan knights finished weaving its way past where Alex and Mathias sat Alex stood up. "Uncle Matt I'm gonna go 'head take a look see at the Prince's speech. I'd take you but ya ain't as nimble ya used to be. Sorry, I'll leave the rope so ya can get ta the ground."

Alex reached into her bag and pulled out the purple bandanna that she wore during heist. If she was going roof hopping in the daylight it was best that her face was covered. There was no one to see her put it on. The Deku family and children had moved on with the parade. Alex didn't wait for Mathias' response. She started to run quick footed and graceful, she leapt from one room to the next keeping low as she could and darting between the chimneys to avoid being seen. When she finally got to the stage that had been set up for the Prince's speech. The best rooftop stop had been taken by a family whom Alex vaguely wondered how they'd gotten up there but she paid it little mind. Alex dropped off the edge of a building and slid down the wall landing on the terrace bellow without a scratch or a sound. This balcony belonged to a shop which was unlikely to be open so she should be fine.

Alex waited as the Prince ascended the steps and removed his helmet. He was well built and attractive but Alex found him too heavy set. He'd clearly trained with a sword for years and built up a lot of muscles. Alex preferred her men to be fast and flexible. His voice however was something that caught her attention. She had of course been expecting the voice of a commander but there was something in his voice that lent itself to sincerity and compassion as well. He was clearly a skilled politician. As the speech went on Alex found herself starting to worry. The seal of the stone tower had been shattered, perhaps another artifact like the Majora's Mask was behind it. What really scared her however was that the King had heard a "Goddess" from atop the Stone Tower and that he listened to it.

Mathias had told her a thousand stories of the Stone Tower, its purpose changed a lot of the time but the one she's always taken to be accurate spoke of a tear between the realm of the living and dead that the Stone Tower contained. It was built to contain and control that tear. The doors of the tower were sealed to prevent it being flooded with the dead returned to life. That was the popular legend but it was also said that the Tower was what created the tear in the first place. It was a piece of evil magic and any one who thought it should be built higher was clearly crazed or possessed. The really worrying thing was that the crazed one in this case was someone with an immense amount of power and sway. As the Prince and Mayor retired Alex found herself wishing Mathias was still here so she could ask more about Ikana. She only knew the basic myth surrounding the undead kingdom.

Alex was shaken from her revery by a sound in the shop behind her. Clearly whoever owned the place had returned after the end of the speech. Alex quickly and quietly planted her feet on the terrace rail and pushed off grabbing the edge of the roof. This was too public she needed to move fast. Alex swung back and forth several times building up the momentum to swing herself up and onto the roof. Not as sooth as normal and surely Mathias would had chastised her if he'd seen but she had been rushed.

Alex started to run again aiming to return to the Milk Bar. She need a job to get her mind off the speech and Mathias would surely have one. As she leapt between roof tops and padded quickly over tiles something caught her eye. It was a man of large stature. He was running over the roofs with a decent amount of skill. She might have said he was a thief but there was a way to his movement that made her doubt it. He was too... showy with his movements. No thief would ever be that open especially on the rooftops.

Alex changed direction and followed after him. It wasn't long before he dropped down to the street below. She hung back above him for a moment and listen to him mutter to himself. “Put not your faith in Princes.” He said. He was clearly trying to reassure himself about the Ikanan speech. Perhaps it had rattled him.

Alex turned her back on the alley and in one swift motion she back flipped landing with grace on the box next to the man. She bent back setting one hand on the ground and bringing her legs up so that she was balancing on one hand for several second before she shifted her weight to one side doing a half cartwheel to come to a standing position in from of the roofhopper. "I find it's best not to put ya faith in nothing but yar own wits lest they take ya down a dark path." She said smiling. "Spare a few rupees for a street performer?" She could probobly make a living doing acrobatic performances but if she was being honest theft was more fun.

Stargate - Alliances

Sep said
Please note that I wish to throw something at you, however Echo advised against it that I might kill you.We told you no ship, you added the ship.This ship does not get mentioned again in the In Character or I will blow up the planet and have Aeryn blamed somehow and he will never return.Good day.

Not to be contrary but you never actually said no, I asked three or four times but you never said a definitive no. The closest you got was saying that in the grand scheme of the story it wouldn't make much difference which I figured meant it wouldn't make much difference if it was added but if it displeases you then I'll not mention it again.

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

Hey Captain, you mind if Alex drops in on you... literally.

Stargate - Alliances

===Langford’s Medical Wing===

Joseph and Aeryn

All have gone well in the operation room, or at least as well as possible for the patient’s current condition. Currently the non Goa’uld was placed within a upright, comfortable bed with the sheets covering his mid drift down, his other arm hooked up to an IV tube that ran to a fluid bag filled with a saline solution and water. The patient had second to third degree burns which had required thorough cleaning followed by gauze being wrapped about from the hand to the shoulder. On top of that, the man had a broken arm and melted metal upon his wrist which Joseph had to carefully remove in surgery. In addition, he casted the arm to prevent any further damage and slung up where won’t have gotten bumped. It was unlikely the man would be able to use that arm and hand to its original extent in the future or at least that was the doctor’s opinion.

After at least an hour in surgery, the patient was in steady condition and melded to heal on his own for rest of his time on the ship. For however long that would be, Joseph wasn’t sure and uncared. Until he was sure the patient was stable enough to move he was under his care. Joseph’s hand repositioned his glasses to once more return to reading while a heart monitor beeped steadily for background noise. His leg readjusted back into a comfortable situation, one over the other, and his figure settled within a waiting chair opposite of the man’s bed end. It was a simple, worn cushion one that anybody would see in most Earth sitting rooms until their appointment and had been his seat each time he visited.

His back leaned back into the seat cover and turned to read Shakespeare’s Macbeth. The man appeared relaxed and comfortable, his eyes scanned the current words in interest and delight until stirring from the bed jerked him from his hobby.

“It was not worth the risk Altenya, get yourself to safety.” Aeryn said. He was very weak; the representative from the Lucien Alliance that contacted Halion had done serious damage with one of the Goa’uld painsticks. Aeryn had several cuts to his body that would leave nasty scars and the metallic taste of blood ran through his mouth. “Aeryn I’ve come this far, besides if you die who's to fix my ship.”

It was sort of a running joke between them. Her ship had been damaged far behind flight capabilities and buried in rock of the mountain. They’d had to use the rings to burrow a hole to the surface. The ship would never fly again but Altenya often still said that his engineering skills were the only reason that she kept him around. “Come on boy let’s get you out of here.” She unhooked the shackles that had dug bloody marks into his wrists.

Aeryn opened his eyes. He woke very quickly as a habit to avoid being caught unawares. He was, he had to conclude on the Tau’ri vessel. He was lying on a scratchy material slightly propped up. When he glanced at the ceiling Aeryn noticed that his arm was coated in some sort of fluff much like the *cotton that he was forced to harvest all those years ago.

With a sudden panic Aeryn realized that he could not move or feel his arm. It was completely numb. In his shock Aeryn tried to reach out to make sure that it was not dead. His other hand clattered against something as it was wrenched to a halt midair. Aeryn looked there was a silver shackle that tied him to the metal post of this bed. He was trapped. As it dawned on him Aeryn’s hand fell limply to his side. Aeryn did not like to be trapped. Ever since he had been freed from Amenthes prison the thought of not being able to move as he pleased had terrified him. Focus, concentrate, breath deeply, this is temporary. He heard the words in Altenya’s voice from the many occasion when she had to sooth him from his fear.

His damaged arm, concentrate on that. Had it been destroyed by the Jaffa staff blast? No, those weapons while powerful did not contain enough energy in a single shot to do that much damage. Perhaps it was part of the Tau’ri medical procedures. Yes that made sense, a numbing agent. Shut down while repairs were completed. That was the practice with disrupted and damaged technology so why should it be different for the human body.

Joseph sighed, softly, when he heard the handcuffs rattle. Slowly his head looked up to spot the patient who stirred. His hand casually pulled over the ribbon to mark his page then closed his book, set aside for another time. Next his legs uncrossed while he rose to his feet and made his way to a buzzer near the door. He pressed it then spoke in an unfazed manner, his eyes still peered at his patient’s direction from the eye corner. “Please notify the Cap’n and the IOA that the patient is awake.”

When his sentence finished, two men had entered. Joseph had to stop his eyes from rolling as he looked upon the pair, their bodies stiffened and alerted to the task at hand. At first glance they were armed and military sort with hands fixed at their weapons, completely ready to shoot the man should he attempt anything yet the doctor was certain it won’t come to that. After they were positioned near the bedside, Joseph made his way to do the usual checks and routine stuff.

“Now that you’re awake, how do you feel?” Joseph wasted little time with pleasantries because his main concern was the man’s well being. Not his own bedside manner.

Soon as the physician realized that Aeryn was awake he slowly lifted himself and pressed a button on the far wall. No doubt some sort of Tau’ri communication device. Seconds after he had done so two men as large as Jaffa entered the room, guards. Aeryn began to feel that this had been a huge mistake. Tonak had spoken of this assignment as a simple task, he had underestimated the Tau’ri and Aeryn had duplicated his mistake. If they were smart Aeryn would never see the light of day again. This might very well be it for him. “Master Physician, if I am to be executed do not waste your resources on my health.”

Joseph’s eyes narrowed upon the man, his expression calm and emotionless at the question. The two guards held their position nearby with their zats at the ready, namely if this man tried anything, as he answered the man’s question. His eyes brushed over the heart monitor then checked the flow of the saline bag to ensure there wasn’t anything clogging the tube before his voice began.


“They aren’t here to kill you. Rather make sure you don’t do anything stupid and attempt to hurt me in the process. I don’t know the current situation of what happened but it seems your own actions were the cause of your recent wounds from what I gather.” Joseph said firmly and continued; his hand took the clipboard at the end of the patient’s bed then raised it upright. His hand started to scribble his observations and double checked the man’s condition from surgery one more time. “You ended up with something metal melted upon your wrist, a broken arm, and several various degree burns along your body. Managed to stabilize you and remove the metal with some surgery. Another thing we discovered is you’re not a Goa’uld which explained you're lacking healing ability and other traits.”

A moment of silence before he then added. “Currently you’re healthy considering your experience and likely you’ll be interrogated then taken out of my care.”

How could he have been so foolish, Aeryn had known from the start how the Jaffa would react to seeing a Goa’uld. Aeryn supposed that the thought with all the rumour of the Tau’ri’s exploits that there warriors would be faster on the trigger and had the woman been the Jaffa would have had too much honour to shoot him while he was down, Goa’uld or no. Aeryn had miscalculated and it had cost him greatly. His hand he knew would never work quite the same way again that was unless he found a sarcophagus but Amenthes had never liked the restorative devices and with the state of the former Goa’uld empire it was unlikely that he would ever seen one. He had also lost the Kara’kesh, his main defence but he knew its sacrifice had save his hand from incineration.

Right now he needed a way out of here. The Tau’ri couldn’t have much information on him. Most likely all they knew was that he attacked there ground team. They hadn’t even known that he was without symbiote until performing a scan so he could spin any story to them and they would have nothing with which to contradict. He could not tell them about Tonak that much was certain. His best plan would be to feign ignorance. If he had been unaware of the Tau’ri’s presence then Aeryn would have assumed that the Jaffa and woman were a new scientist and escort for the Ancestral facility. That being said Aeryn had the perfect story but it required that they believe that he thought this was Halion’s ship and Halion’s men. If they knew he knew who they were it was all over.

“Come now, Halion has chased me over the mountains and back for many cycles of the sun. Now that he has me in his reach he

does not wish me dead?” Aeryn made a show of looking around the lab for the first time. Not so much that he looked like he was showing off but enough that anyone watching would believe that he was just now taking in his surroundings. “Where has the Thilas gotten a ship of this caliber? A gift from his precious Alliance?”

Joseph arched an eyebrow like a white, wiry caterpillar over his eye. He watched the man’s reaction and tried to determine the cause, either physically or mentally, for the apparent confusion. Either the man had suffered some unknown damage that wasn’t reported or he truly didn’t know where he was. Joseph ignored, due to his medical profession and caution, that third option. One which should’ve been the mostly likely if he had known what happened upon the planet surface. He returned to the clipboard to its proper place before he turned to the man with a blunt answer. “My only concern is your current condition and ensure you didn’t suffer any prolong damage that could result in death. What you’re talking about has little to no meaning to me, it doesn’t aid me in my task. I have no idea who this Halion character, let alone care. It will be the Langford’s Captain and the IOA that determines your fate after you leave here.”

Aeryn had difficulty forming an impression of this man. He seemed in all honesty to neither know nor care about the war that Halion had waged on Aeryn and Altenya. Perhaps information did not travel well on a ship such as this or the Tau’ri had done very little preparation for this mission. The latter seemed more likely. Aeryn respected what the Tau’ri had done for the galaxy but they had a reputation for entering a situation unprepared without the knowledge of what they faced. Aeryn had to conclude that the IOA whoever they were had some sort of authority over this operation. If he was to maintain this deception however he shouldn’t know that.

“I… O… A? What is that?” Aeryn asked his working hand clinking against the bed as he disturbed the shackle. “While we are asking questions would it trouble you to release this shackle.” This was not part of the deception, the restraint had been clawing at him every since he had woken up and done his best to ignore the nagging feeling that he was falling down a very dark well. “Halion’s mightily impressive should be enough to keep me here, besides I would not go anywhere till my arm is repaired. For his faults Halion does wield impressive medical technology.”

“Currently, you’re on…” Joseph had to pause and remember the correct term to use, a matter that took only a few moments. “Tau’ri ship called the Langford. I can do something about the cuffs but that’s it.”

Joseph’s hand waved for one of the pair and pointed at his patient’s cuffs. Naturally the guard stiffened, the man seemed to feel the doctor was about to provide a natural security risk and for a moment, he thought the man would prove difficult. He inhaled then reply in a gruff voice. “If he tries anything shoot him with a Zat, it won’t kill him or me.”

At least he hoped it won’t, Joseph’s mind still had its doubt about the alien technology's effect on the human body. It was a topic he still needed to finish brushing up on as he hadn’t much time with the continual flow of patients. Reluctantly the man stepped forward to unlock the cuffs while his companion held his hand onto his Zat, ready to fire. Naturally, the doctor paid them little mind when he replied to his patient. “Better?”

Aeryn heaved a sigh of relief when the cuff was unlocked. It was a huge weight off his chest. “You have no idea…” He let the sentence draw itself out for a moment before a thought seemed to dawn on him. This was the final moment, either they’d believe it or he’d would be in a cell for the rest of his life. “Did you say Tau’ri? The Tau’ri? Destroyers of Apophis and enemies of Anubis?” He waited to see if the man would buy it. He need not say more lest he look like some form of deranged fan.

“I think you’ve answered my questions with your reaction. I would suggest you rest and heal, I’ll come back to check on you later. Anything changes, unexplained aches or numbness beyond your arm then press the buzzer beside you.” Joseph said in his indifferent manner, however he fought not to sigh at the man’s reaction. If he didn’t know better, at least presumed so, then he almost thought there was a hint of awe in the man’s voice. For Joseph it didn’t faze him as he had dealt with a wide range of patients, from deranged to stubborn and even the rare cooperative type, to allow his face express his inner thoughts. “I’m not sure when the last time you’ve eaten but I’ll have a nurse come in with a tray prepared. If there’s anything you prefer, then you might want to mention it now.”

“Two days,” Aeryn muttered under his breath. He could go for longer he supposed but at worst cases Aeryn needed to keep up his strength the sound of food was welcoming. “I am unfamiliar with Tau’ri cuisine.” Not that is made much difference to him. On a world where he had to kill or steal for food he did not grow up having the luxury to choose his meals. He ate what was on the table or he did not eat at all.

“I’ll have a variety selected then you can decide which is to your liking. Then you can fill out a form with what you liked and we’ll ensure it’s on the menu. The only way to know if you like something you’re unfamiliar with is to try it after all.” Joseph stated then left to both get back to work and make sure the meal was delivered.

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It really depends on your characters role in the DIS. If he's like a trainer or expert on mythology and demons then he wouldn't have to post that often but if you're like a member of a strike team then it might be more often. Though in all fairness it is up to you and I don't expect rapid fire posts. I mean when a RP first starts like the first two days the posts come in fairly often but they reach a steady pace after about a week that isn't that fast so don't worry about post frequency, quality is more important than quantity. Of course don't over extend yourself either.

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

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