Rhaevnn Xeno said
Floor is yours, Merc. :P
I shall take the floor and write a post shortly.
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At first, Ixion just watched with curiosity at the Fixer, who skilfully replaced the war-pick back into its strap while walking and holding the book with ease. ”Great! Now we can all be pals!” he said, his stance now more open than it was before. An ambush would have been good now, but the knowledge he knows now about the man would say otherwise.
With the tension disappearing like a receding shoreline, he concentrated on himself. The first thing that he noticed was that the problem he had before was nothing but a residual. This was especially good as that means that was one less thing for him to think about subconsciously and make his mind sharper. But that was when all of the pains that he had came to light. His left shoulder was still in agony after Blue's light beam attack had hit it. Looking across at it, the armour looked damaged, but there was no blood coming from the injury. As he took the pauldron off, he was pleased to see that the wound itself looked cauterised, but he would need to get it looked at. But that was to be at another place as he cannot return to the Church of Reina that he retreated from beforehand. He also concluded that he would need a new set of armour, though not because of the damaged piece. Right now, too many people had seen him, making it easier for the Ducal guards of any region to pick him out. Once this is resolved peacefully, he thought, discarding the pauldron into an empty crate in the alley below him. I could then get the money that is owed to me and get a new set. He thought back to the contract that he is technically still under, thinking back to what the payment was and what he could try to buy in order to get rid of the apparel that he was currently wearing. Of course, in order for the issue to resolve peacefully, that would mean he would have to deal with the vampire. After all, there had been an unresolved tension that was between them, which was not helped with the illusion magic that occurred just a moment ago.
The assassin observed as the Fixer dropped down to the level which Blue's body was. However, the words of the mercenary had been interesting to think about, being able to think about it was a sharper mind. "I don't real need'a do anythin' to get the sword. The ones tha' made the sword di'n't real protect the sword itself; the protected bit is the scabbard. It'd destroy the sword if it's still in it when it's wielder dies or it's stolen. I ha' the sword 'ready; this is for Blue." When the Fixer had admitted that he didn't need the sword, Ixion was puzzled. If he didn't want the sword and already had one, why would he attack Blue at the moment the sword was out and not beforehand? This was certainly something that gave Ixion more questions than answers. However, one of those questions he had was to be answered shortly after the mercenary had arrived at Blue's body, reading from his book.
Whatever the contents were, it was all about the woman that was in front of them all. The first thing that he noticed was that even the Fixer had put on a full accent while reading from the book. Ixion couldn't place the accent and he had heard a majority of the accent. Was it Rodorian? No, putting the accent to the language didn't feel right with the assassin. Kirkinian? That had a better ring to it, but not having heard of the Kirkinian accent in real life would have made it difficult for him to verify. No matter what the language or accent, what was being spoken was easy enough to understand.
The story that was given was a sad one. Abandonment, torture, being stripped of all humanity. This woman, it appeared, had faced it all. Ixion portrayed no emotion at all to those he was with. He had seen, in his opinion, a lot of himself in Blue. While the situations he had faced were miles different from hers, but the core values of them were the same. Whatever family he had left on this world, they didn't retrieve him once the news of his village was destroyed, the news of his father's death coming from that as well. He certainly faced torture, but that had made him more emotionally resistant. Some of that torture resulted in his disfigured face. As for being stripped of humanity? While he was still human, the contract on his soul could technically be classed as that. It wasn't until the part of the sad tale where her son was taken away from her and brought to the very place that had tortured her and stripped everything human that was in this person. The one name, Count Aldor Weiss, lingered in his mind. She was free from this terrible man's vices, but only at the cost of her life. Dare he think about what she would face if she had returned from that confrontation, especially the scar that he himself had given her. There is a special place for men like you, he thought. I'll be more than happy to send you there in person.
As soon as he thought that, he pondered on the thought. Perhaps he still had some humanity left in him, avenging Blue for all of the wrongs she had faced. Honour that he had felt beforehand when confronting the Fixer was still there. He concluded that he would still honour her, but not fighting the Fixer. If anything, the man had liberated her from the suffering. His mind focused and stored the information about Count Weiss and the Corpse Forge, keeping them so he can learn more about them or if any contract turned up that mentioned those two things. Other thing to the list that he would personally target. He thought about this while the Fixer grabbed the scabbard. He also considered his options for the future, deciding on what the next best course of action was.
With the tension disappearing like a receding shoreline, he concentrated on himself. The first thing that he noticed was that the problem he had before was nothing but a residual. This was especially good as that means that was one less thing for him to think about subconsciously and make his mind sharper. But that was when all of the pains that he had came to light. His left shoulder was still in agony after Blue's light beam attack had hit it. Looking across at it, the armour looked damaged, but there was no blood coming from the injury. As he took the pauldron off, he was pleased to see that the wound itself looked cauterised, but he would need to get it looked at. But that was to be at another place as he cannot return to the Church of Reina that he retreated from beforehand. He also concluded that he would need a new set of armour, though not because of the damaged piece. Right now, too many people had seen him, making it easier for the Ducal guards of any region to pick him out. Once this is resolved peacefully, he thought, discarding the pauldron into an empty crate in the alley below him. I could then get the money that is owed to me and get a new set. He thought back to the contract that he is technically still under, thinking back to what the payment was and what he could try to buy in order to get rid of the apparel that he was currently wearing. Of course, in order for the issue to resolve peacefully, that would mean he would have to deal with the vampire. After all, there had been an unresolved tension that was between them, which was not helped with the illusion magic that occurred just a moment ago.
The assassin observed as the Fixer dropped down to the level which Blue's body was. However, the words of the mercenary had been interesting to think about, being able to think about it was a sharper mind. "I don't real need'a do anythin' to get the sword. The ones tha' made the sword di'n't real protect the sword itself; the protected bit is the scabbard. It'd destroy the sword if it's still in it when it's wielder dies or it's stolen. I ha' the sword 'ready; this is for Blue." When the Fixer had admitted that he didn't need the sword, Ixion was puzzled. If he didn't want the sword and already had one, why would he attack Blue at the moment the sword was out and not beforehand? This was certainly something that gave Ixion more questions than answers. However, one of those questions he had was to be answered shortly after the mercenary had arrived at Blue's body, reading from his book.
Whatever the contents were, it was all about the woman that was in front of them all. The first thing that he noticed was that even the Fixer had put on a full accent while reading from the book. Ixion couldn't place the accent and he had heard a majority of the accent. Was it Rodorian? No, putting the accent to the language didn't feel right with the assassin. Kirkinian? That had a better ring to it, but not having heard of the Kirkinian accent in real life would have made it difficult for him to verify. No matter what the language or accent, what was being spoken was easy enough to understand.
The story that was given was a sad one. Abandonment, torture, being stripped of all humanity. This woman, it appeared, had faced it all. Ixion portrayed no emotion at all to those he was with. He had seen, in his opinion, a lot of himself in Blue. While the situations he had faced were miles different from hers, but the core values of them were the same. Whatever family he had left on this world, they didn't retrieve him once the news of his village was destroyed, the news of his father's death coming from that as well. He certainly faced torture, but that had made him more emotionally resistant. Some of that torture resulted in his disfigured face. As for being stripped of humanity? While he was still human, the contract on his soul could technically be classed as that. It wasn't until the part of the sad tale where her son was taken away from her and brought to the very place that had tortured her and stripped everything human that was in this person. The one name, Count Aldor Weiss, lingered in his mind. She was free from this terrible man's vices, but only at the cost of her life. Dare he think about what she would face if she had returned from that confrontation, especially the scar that he himself had given her. There is a special place for men like you, he thought. I'll be more than happy to send you there in person.
As soon as he thought that, he pondered on the thought. Perhaps he still had some humanity left in him, avenging Blue for all of the wrongs she had faced. Honour that he had felt beforehand when confronting the Fixer was still there. He concluded that he would still honour her, but not fighting the Fixer. If anything, the man had liberated her from the suffering. His mind focused and stored the information about Count Weiss and the Corpse Forge, keeping them so he can learn more about them or if any contract turned up that mentioned those two things. Other thing to the list that he would personally target. He thought about this while the Fixer grabbed the scabbard. He also considered his options for the future, deciding on what the next best course of action was.
Rhaevnn Xeno said
Ah, ok. Thanks for the explanation, DJ. I figured as much, but I just wanted to make sure I wasn't issuing anything. Post should be up tonight or tomorrow (unless Merc wants to post first).*Edit*I grew too excited. :c Post is up! Also, Merc, if you want to post first the next round, let me know and I shall happily oblige.
I was waiting for you to post first, to see what Morgan would do so Ixion would react accordingly since he and The Fixer are a part of the same group.
As for if I want to post first next time around, I'll have to wait and see what Jack's reply is to know if I can visualize a response.
EDIT: On second thought, I'll let you post first time around. Morgan's still got to respond to Ixion.
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Ixion's gaze kept on the new target, still trying to work out who he is and his allegiance. His peripheral vision had witnessed that his illusion magic had worked on the vampire, causing him to, acrobatically, avoid the illusion. He made sure that the spell wouldn't last as long as it needed to as it would wear him down a lot, which wouldn't be helpful in the case that either or, thinking worst case scenario, both the newcomer and the vampire attacked him. He muttered another phrase to dispel the illusion that was still lingering about. Well... the assassin thought, his eyes now concentrating on the vampire. Just as he hoped, the vampire had remained where he was and not immediately attacked him. Even as he spoke the same droll as for his reasons to fight Blue. He pointed straight at him in an accusing tone, something that Ixion had seen plenty of times before. He would have ignored the vampire completely and continue concentrating on the new man if it wasn't for the last thing that was spat in his direction.
”... filthy demonspawn.”
Even as the man was the main concern of his, mentioning the term 'demonspawn' and directing the insult at him was something he didn't tolerate. While it is now common fact that the assassin had signed a contract with the Grand Master, he was certainly no demonspawn. At least, for the time being. He was still human on this plane, still fragile to be damaged or killed. His poise had remained where it was, determined to not let the vampire know that he was riled up. But now is not the time to charge in to attack the person who had insulted him. There was still another presence in their company. Instead, she gratingly spat back at the vampire, his voice weakening with the prolonged use. “I am as human as your past self had been, you damned bloodsucker.” He let his knowledge on what his temporary 'ally' 's race was. Despite throwing the insult back, the man in front of him had finally spoken.
"Look, so'y I went 'n' ruin'd yer fight wi'h Blue 'n' stuff, but can't we just, y'know, not fight? The boss-man'll be right mad wi'h me if I went 'n' kill'd one of his 'investments in continuous profits', Ixie, 'n' I real don't wanna kill whoever yer mate is while he's still this weak. What'd'ya say, eh? We just walk our separate ways, eh? No one gets hurt, eh?"
It was the first time during the past hour that his stance faltered, taking one step back. It wasn't the fact that the man had been so calm up until this point, with the impatience apparent in his voice, or the apology that he gave to both of them for killing Blue. It was the fact that the man had called him by his name in a pet form. The words had apparently stabbed him like the war-pick had done with Blue. No one had called him by that since his father, all those years ago. How did he... he thought, his mind now in a panick. Apart from the woman with the rock-lizards earlier in the day, there were few one in the land that had seen him or heard his name for contractual purposes in the underworld. No one knew of his contract with the Grand Master as well as the pet name 'Ixie'. This man had known both. And it had worried him.
Suddenly, when re-analysing the words that the man had said did all the pieces of the same puzzle collapse in place. It was then that the assassin knew that he could not kill this man. The man had also signed the contract with the Grand Master, striking the man out of of his hit list. This practically ended all hostilities towards the man as Ixion replaced his kusarigama back on his waist, looping the chain in the little strap on his belt opposite to where the kama part was. But that was not the only thing that was revealed to him. If it hadn't been for the sole reason why Blue had confronted him earlier, the reason why he had been in a temporary alliance with the vampire during the fray. He had heard of a person who had signed one of the Grand Master's contracts, but it wasn't until then that the person was called the Fixer. From what he had heard wherever he had been, even if the assassin had the teleportation ability without the contract, any fight with the Fixer would have been futile, possibly would have ended his life. The possibility of both the vampire and him joining forces would have made things difficult on them.
Once he had relaxed on the ground he had been on, his right arm crossed over, his clenched hand resting just below the shoulder line, bowing his head at the same time. “So the rumours are true. The Fixer is real.” He relaxed, examining the Fixer in detail again. The only thing that was worth noting that he hadn't noticed the first time was the sword that was on his hip. It appeared to be crafted by the same person who crafted who crafted Blue's second sword, from the colour that the weapon was right down to the detail of the skull hilt. Thinking back on the past scenario, it wasn't until she had drawn the weapon did the Fixer strike her down. He must have wanted that weapon she had, he concluded. He grabbed the war pick that was embedded in the roof and threw it back to its owner. “We will not be bothering you any further. Do what is needed so that you can also obtain the sword.”
While he spoke, he also had heard the vampire speak, also agreeing to leave the man alone to do what was needed. He also noticed the vampire had relaxed, as if he didn't want to confront the Fixer at all. Whatever the man had said or if the vampire had felt, it was strong enough to put down the frenzied urge that he had. Good move, he thought, his eyes shifting between the Fixer and the vampire. If the vampire had decided to carry on attacking, the assassin would have to interfere with the fight, much like what he had done. Not to settle any tensions between the two, but to save the vampire. Despite all of that, Ixion was still curious about the book itself and its purpose. His gaze returned to the Fixer, waiting to see what the book does.
”... filthy demonspawn.”
Even as the man was the main concern of his, mentioning the term 'demonspawn' and directing the insult at him was something he didn't tolerate. While it is now common fact that the assassin had signed a contract with the Grand Master, he was certainly no demonspawn. At least, for the time being. He was still human on this plane, still fragile to be damaged or killed. His poise had remained where it was, determined to not let the vampire know that he was riled up. But now is not the time to charge in to attack the person who had insulted him. There was still another presence in their company. Instead, she gratingly spat back at the vampire, his voice weakening with the prolonged use. “I am as human as your past self had been, you damned bloodsucker.” He let his knowledge on what his temporary 'ally' 's race was. Despite throwing the insult back, the man in front of him had finally spoken.
"Look, so'y I went 'n' ruin'd yer fight wi'h Blue 'n' stuff, but can't we just, y'know, not fight? The boss-man'll be right mad wi'h me if I went 'n' kill'd one of his 'investments in continuous profits', Ixie, 'n' I real don't wanna kill whoever yer mate is while he's still this weak. What'd'ya say, eh? We just walk our separate ways, eh? No one gets hurt, eh?"
It was the first time during the past hour that his stance faltered, taking one step back. It wasn't the fact that the man had been so calm up until this point, with the impatience apparent in his voice, or the apology that he gave to both of them for killing Blue. It was the fact that the man had called him by his name in a pet form. The words had apparently stabbed him like the war-pick had done with Blue. No one had called him by that since his father, all those years ago. How did he... he thought, his mind now in a panick. Apart from the woman with the rock-lizards earlier in the day, there were few one in the land that had seen him or heard his name for contractual purposes in the underworld. No one knew of his contract with the Grand Master as well as the pet name 'Ixie'. This man had known both. And it had worried him.
Suddenly, when re-analysing the words that the man had said did all the pieces of the same puzzle collapse in place. It was then that the assassin knew that he could not kill this man. The man had also signed the contract with the Grand Master, striking the man out of of his hit list. This practically ended all hostilities towards the man as Ixion replaced his kusarigama back on his waist, looping the chain in the little strap on his belt opposite to where the kama part was. But that was not the only thing that was revealed to him. If it hadn't been for the sole reason why Blue had confronted him earlier, the reason why he had been in a temporary alliance with the vampire during the fray. He had heard of a person who had signed one of the Grand Master's contracts, but it wasn't until then that the person was called the Fixer. From what he had heard wherever he had been, even if the assassin had the teleportation ability without the contract, any fight with the Fixer would have been futile, possibly would have ended his life. The possibility of both the vampire and him joining forces would have made things difficult on them.
Once he had relaxed on the ground he had been on, his right arm crossed over, his clenched hand resting just below the shoulder line, bowing his head at the same time. “So the rumours are true. The Fixer is real.” He relaxed, examining the Fixer in detail again. The only thing that was worth noting that he hadn't noticed the first time was the sword that was on his hip. It appeared to be crafted by the same person who crafted who crafted Blue's second sword, from the colour that the weapon was right down to the detail of the skull hilt. Thinking back on the past scenario, it wasn't until she had drawn the weapon did the Fixer strike her down. He must have wanted that weapon she had, he concluded. He grabbed the war pick that was embedded in the roof and threw it back to its owner. “We will not be bothering you any further. Do what is needed so that you can also obtain the sword.”
While he spoke, he also had heard the vampire speak, also agreeing to leave the man alone to do what was needed. He also noticed the vampire had relaxed, as if he didn't want to confront the Fixer at all. Whatever the man had said or if the vampire had felt, it was strong enough to put down the frenzied urge that he had. Good move, he thought, his eyes shifting between the Fixer and the vampire. If the vampire had decided to carry on attacking, the assassin would have to interfere with the fight, much like what he had done. Not to settle any tensions between the two, but to save the vampire. Despite all of that, Ixion was still curious about the book itself and its purpose. His gaze returned to the Fixer, waiting to see what the book does.
Ah, my post is kinda unclear on that as you still haven't responded to the attack, DJ. I'll edit my post to clarify that.
EDIT: Scratch that, Rhae replied with Ixion using the illusion spell before they he grappled who I assume would be Grim.
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EDIT: Scratch that, Rhae replied with Ixion using the illusion spell before they he grappled who I assume would be Grim.
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The assassin remained motionless, his slate-grey eyes glaring at the man that stood on the other roof top. The first thing he had noticed was that the man was taller than he was, though the distance would make the difference difficult to deduct. Instead of the size, which wasn't going to be a big factor should these two figures fight as he often came across individuals who are larger, he concentrated on the details of the man's apparel. The first thing that he noticed was that the man was covered completely from head to toe, bar a partition that revealed that the man had snow-white hair on his head. He deducted that the man had a similar role in society; an assassin who would fight on the other side of the law for another person's gain. The only thing that he didn't know was who that other person was. The there were two things that gave clues as to who this man worked for, if he was indeed an assassin. The first group would be related to the colour of the uniform, which was a shade of dark red that was almost black in colour. Could he be a person working for one of the other deities? If that was the case, then perhaps provoking a confrontation would be beneficial, especially if Ixion was the victor. The other clue; the convenient timing that this man appeared and killed Blue during the battle that happened before. She was most likely able to have found him with the presence of the Grand Master in him, so wards. Whether the man had killed her in order to save someone under the Infernal Lord's contract was another possibility. Is is also a servant?
"Tha's a mighty strange thin' for an assassin to say, innit? Ye're either a big ol' hypocrite, mate, or real bad at yer job. 'Sides, be'er I kill 'er than you, eh?"
The man's words didn't faze Ixion one bit. It was something he had a knack for while he was on the streets as taunts were a common thing for those useless thugs to use. The one thing that he had noticed during the man's conversations in the corner of his left eye was what the other man, his temporary ally, had done with Blue's body. He had reached the woman's body, placing his head in the area where her neck was. It was when the man's head had made contact with her bare flesh did a lot of the pieces of this man's puzzles fall. He is a vampire, he thought, his head and eyes didn't move one bit. That explains why he was unusually quick and spoke the way he did. As the man left the woman's body and climbed up to their level, the assassin made a mental note to especially keep an eye on him should they remain companions in the future. Nothing would ruin his day or night than having sickle-sharp fangs pierce his neck. But that note will have to be dealt with at another time. For now, this newcomer was his first and foremost item on his agenda. And he still has to respond to the retort. “At this moment of time, I'm just another sword-for-hire. Besides, there is only one difference between you and me: I don't leave witnesses. As for if it was better, she would have suffered a fate worse than death if she was killed at my hand.” He became more cryptic when he spoke the last sentence. After all, it was related to how he obtained his teleportation in the first place. Once he had finished and the vampire had reached their level, the man spoke again.
"Would ya wait a minute, eh? I'd like to finish givin' ol' Blue 'er gift... I don't real have an' business with ya. Either of ya."
During that little speech, Ixion noticed that the man pulled something from inside one of his coat pockets: a small, black leather-bound book. It was then when he noticed a sword on his hip. The sheathed blade looked very similar to the second sword that Blue had pulled during their confrontation. While he did not see the weapon that both she and this man had, he had deducted that it was more powerful than the blade the he had seen from the Duke's servant. The assassin was certainly curious as to what was inside this book and had been tempted to try and obtain it. But even then, he didn't know if there were any 'hexes', if things that that exists, on them to prevent anyone else from using the book. He first must observe this man use the...
"But that is where you are mistaken."
Ixion's trail of thought on what was going to happen was lost as the vampire spoke, breaking the silence that hung in the air like old cloth on a line. Before the assassin could think or say anything, the man was already in motion, leaping into the air to the rooftop that the newcomer was on and begun to grapple with them. While he did admire the vampire's speed, Ixion certainly did not appreciate his rashness and, in his opinion, stupidity. None of them had seen this man fight, so how would he know if that sort of thing was something this person enjoyed the most. No, he certainly had to do something about that, especially as he spoke. "You denied me a soul for him, his hand. Perhaps, it's fate though. Better I kill you than her, yes?"
Ixion had to act now, especially if he wanted to see what importance that book had and, more importantly, to save this fool. Not wanting to launch a full-bodied attack against the vampire, without facing that bloodlust's speed, he decided another tactic. At that point, he decided on his chosen method, muttering a chant he used before.“Kalreth dreth haav rwethw pleed menrirl idrith cabr saadrai." The illusion spell was instantly sent to the vampire. If it was successful, the vampire would see a shadow apparition that was exact in his shape, size and detail, launching a kick to his head, forcing the vampire to avoid the attack. Out of breath, the assassin decided to move, getting himself into a defensive pose in case the vampire attacked, his kusarigama in hand. “You idiot!” he roared, his piercing eyes now focused on the vampire in anger. “This very moment in time is not the time for those stupid actions. Besides, you inserted yourself in my fight. You didn't deserve the right to kill her.” His slate-grey eyes then focused onto the man's violet eyes. “And neither did you. You do what you need to do, but you made it my business when you got yourself involved.”
"Tha's a mighty strange thin' for an assassin to say, innit? Ye're either a big ol' hypocrite, mate, or real bad at yer job. 'Sides, be'er I kill 'er than you, eh?"
The man's words didn't faze Ixion one bit. It was something he had a knack for while he was on the streets as taunts were a common thing for those useless thugs to use. The one thing that he had noticed during the man's conversations in the corner of his left eye was what the other man, his temporary ally, had done with Blue's body. He had reached the woman's body, placing his head in the area where her neck was. It was when the man's head had made contact with her bare flesh did a lot of the pieces of this man's puzzles fall. He is a vampire, he thought, his head and eyes didn't move one bit. That explains why he was unusually quick and spoke the way he did. As the man left the woman's body and climbed up to their level, the assassin made a mental note to especially keep an eye on him should they remain companions in the future. Nothing would ruin his day or night than having sickle-sharp fangs pierce his neck. But that note will have to be dealt with at another time. For now, this newcomer was his first and foremost item on his agenda. And he still has to respond to the retort. “At this moment of time, I'm just another sword-for-hire. Besides, there is only one difference between you and me: I don't leave witnesses. As for if it was better, she would have suffered a fate worse than death if she was killed at my hand.” He became more cryptic when he spoke the last sentence. After all, it was related to how he obtained his teleportation in the first place. Once he had finished and the vampire had reached their level, the man spoke again.
"Would ya wait a minute, eh? I'd like to finish givin' ol' Blue 'er gift... I don't real have an' business with ya. Either of ya."
During that little speech, Ixion noticed that the man pulled something from inside one of his coat pockets: a small, black leather-bound book. It was then when he noticed a sword on his hip. The sheathed blade looked very similar to the second sword that Blue had pulled during their confrontation. While he did not see the weapon that both she and this man had, he had deducted that it was more powerful than the blade the he had seen from the Duke's servant. The assassin was certainly curious as to what was inside this book and had been tempted to try and obtain it. But even then, he didn't know if there were any 'hexes', if things that that exists, on them to prevent anyone else from using the book. He first must observe this man use the...
"But that is where you are mistaken."
Ixion's trail of thought on what was going to happen was lost as the vampire spoke, breaking the silence that hung in the air like old cloth on a line. Before the assassin could think or say anything, the man was already in motion, leaping into the air to the rooftop that the newcomer was on and begun to grapple with them. While he did admire the vampire's speed, Ixion certainly did not appreciate his rashness and, in his opinion, stupidity. None of them had seen this man fight, so how would he know if that sort of thing was something this person enjoyed the most. No, he certainly had to do something about that, especially as he spoke. "You denied me a soul for him, his hand. Perhaps, it's fate though. Better I kill you than her, yes?"
Ixion had to act now, especially if he wanted to see what importance that book had and, more importantly, to save this fool. Not wanting to launch a full-bodied attack against the vampire, without facing that bloodlust's speed, he decided another tactic. At that point, he decided on his chosen method, muttering a chant he used before.“Kalreth dreth haav rwethw pleed menrirl idrith cabr saadrai." The illusion spell was instantly sent to the vampire. If it was successful, the vampire would see a shadow apparition that was exact in his shape, size and detail, launching a kick to his head, forcing the vampire to avoid the attack. Out of breath, the assassin decided to move, getting himself into a defensive pose in case the vampire attacked, his kusarigama in hand. “You idiot!” he roared, his piercing eyes now focused on the vampire in anger. “This very moment in time is not the time for those stupid actions. Besides, you inserted yourself in my fight. You didn't deserve the right to kill her.” His slate-grey eyes then focused onto the man's violet eyes. “And neither did you. You do what you need to do, but you made it my business when you got yourself involved.”
Dark Jack said Heh, it was only just before writing this that I actually went through the effort of going back and seeing what was edited in your post, Rhaevnn, and woah, you weren't lying; it was changed a lot more than I suspected it would have been. I quite like the way it turned out, I must say (though I do feel the need to point out that the thirty-inch long beak of that pick is hardly a "spike the size of a man"). And how flamboyantly old Morgan moves against our new villain... I'll have to react to that. Merc? If you read this, is there anything I should be aware of Ixion doing/saying when writing a post, or might you actually have time to drop an IC post in a near future?I'm really sorry Ixion and Morgan decided to fight this guy, though... this is going to be almost as far from a fair fight as it can be. But you'll see for yourselves when I post as him next.
Hi Jack. I just have relatives that I haven't seen in a while from the States over for the past few weeks (something I had mentioned in a previous post, but I think the visit has restricted my posting to being non-existant). As they are heading back tomorrow morning(?), I will be free again and will be able to get a post by the end of tomorrow. (Shien, if I haven't, poke me on Skype and I'll get it done).
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My posting schedule will be a little bit sporadic for the next few weeks as some of my family from the States are over to visit and my graduation ceremony, amongst other things. As something has been mentioned about adding things to the character sheet, I'll add something about the sudden 'honour' that he is obliged to take, as seen in the recent post, plus the scarred tissue underneath the cowl.
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That's a very interesting name you suddenly adopted for the woman so unanimously... did I slip up in my last post and mention it by accident, or did you just guess? Regardless, I find it borderline unnerving that you so unerringly concluded that her name was Blue. Which it was from the start.The weapon that pierced her wasn't a spear, by the way; that's my fault for leaving out a small, yet rather significant detail in describing it, namely that the handle attached to the beak is at a ninety-degree angle to the beak itself, to the side it curves towards. It's not a spear, it's a pick.
I agree with Shien. While the name wasn't mentioned at all, it was easily deductable. Mentioning Yellow, Red and Green in your 4th post as ??? kind of gave it away. I just didn't mention it as I didn't want to ruin your surprise on the reveal.
As for the weapon, I'll change the details in my post.
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That is certainly a bad way to go for Blue. Ixion is, somehow, deciding to take an honour approach and confront the unknown person on her behalf.
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