Mercinus3

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Ixion kept his eyes on the bane weapon. I’on had spoken up about the reveal of the weapon’s true nature while he was staring at it. The assassin thought about the penin and what he had said earlier in the day. ”I intend to take these two men to a nearby inn, the one close to my shop, I'm sure you know it…” He recalled that specific sentence from the conversation with the guards. With him remembering that the penin was a shop owner and a mage, the step that his comrade took left an impression that they wanted to inspect the weapon further, but thought otherwise. Ixion glanced at I’on, “I guess you too haven’t seen a Stone of the Doom Mage before, correct? While the Dirge will remain in my possession for the foreseeable future, you are more than welcome to have a look at it when there is some free time.” While it’s probably an unwise move to do such a thing, from the deo’iels’ point of view, but until the Fixer tries to claim it for himself, Ixion will keep it in his possession and, perhaps, learn to use it both on its own when he is disarmed from his main weapon and with both weapons being used at the same time, but he knew that learning to fight both with a new weapon and dual wielding will take a lot of time to practice and he needed someone to teach him in such a thing.

He looked up in disbelief in what Morgan had said about the weapon. Could you be so naïve about something as dangerous as this? he thought just as Violet responded. The glance that he got from the vampire confirmed that they now knew about the dangers of such a weapon, especially in such a situation that occurred just moments ago. With now that bit of clarification given, Ixion listened further as to the nature of the scabbard. The question she asked moments before drawing the sword, which led up to her death, made sense. “I guess that’s the reason why she asked moments before she got killed by him,” he said, concluding that thought.

His attention then turned to Rose. The question she posed sure was an interesting one. The fight occurred quickly that a lot of the details was missing. However, as Ixion thought about it whilst Morgan answered, the more things began to piece together from a few things that were in common. “He didn’t use the spike when it came to us,” he replied, correcting Morgan. “That was only used once the Tool had pulled the Dirge from the scabbard. As for fighting, he used his legs for the majority of the fight and used only his right hand in some instances.” It was then that he remembered one moment that stuck to his mind. “One final thing that I had noticed was that I did surprise him at one point and visibly showing that. I’m sure that has some sort of significance, but do you have any idea if this is unusual for him?”

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Aye, I'm one of them. I should have some free time in the next couple of days to make a post.

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Rose's question actually made me go back and reread the scuffle with The Fixer, as I couldn't remember if The Fixer had drawn any weapons; I doubt Morgan will remember if I can't even remember such a detail. Regardless, it was a nice reread. It makes me smile to see such a beautiful story unfolding. :3

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@yoshua171,@mercinus3 - I'll put up a quick post if there are no objections, seeing that Rose is answering Morgan's question and he'd probably immediately respond.

@Rhaevnn Xeno

Yeah, I had to reread all of that to double check on that. As for you posting first, I don't mind.

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Ah that's fair enough. And I do agree that there is going to be an intriguing relationship between the trio, though I can see I'on trying to pry Morgan and Ixion off of each other.

Oh and while I am thinking of it: Jack, Lorienne sends her regards.

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@Mercinus3 Did Ixion glance towards I'on when he considered that he might be a threat to them (due to his affiliation with the authorities). Conversely did his expression change at all?

@yoshua171

Hehe I actually forgot that he is unmasked. I'll make a correction to note that he glanced towards I'on, but knowing Ixion, his expression remains blank to not give away what he is thinking.

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At first, the assassin was not sure that the vampire was going to reveal himself. He would have imagined that the deo’iel don’t take too kindly to the knowledge that there was a vampire in the midst of the conversation. While it was the man’s decision to reveal himself, Ixion knew that not revealing himself would lead to further mistrust in the group. On the other hand if the vampire did reveal himself to Rose and Violet, then his only leverage against his affiliation to the Grand Master was to be taken off of the table. While it was something that the assassin didn’t want to happen this soon into the group’s formation, he concluded that it is now unavoidable in order to dispel any tension that is in the group. Still, he stood firm to his decision to withhold the affiliation to the Sisters unless he was asked, without the decision if it was to be revealed being made.

The vampire’s decision to actually reveal himself to the sisters mildly surprised Ixion, but at the same time, he was relieved at the decision. Further tension was not needed for the lack of identity to all members involved. As the man revealed himself to be called Morgan, the assassin took note on the mocking manner in which he introduced himself. Another tone that he would dismiss as he decided not to stoop down to Morgan’s level. It wasn’t until I’on spoke, introducing himself to the group and discussing the damage done to then inn that he remembered that there was another person in the group, his gaze turning towards the talking party. The penin’s affiliation to the authorities in the city make him a danger to both himself and the vampire, but they also knew about his capabilities. Keep your vigilance up, Stonehand, he thought to himself. He was certainly a powerful mage that has the potential to grow more powerful in the future should the assassin need to think about taking him down if he posed a threat. Certainly would be another soul that he would find valuable.

One observation was made during all this was from the sisters themselves: they reacted differently to the two masked men revealing themselves. While they did not react much when Ixion revealed himself but more acknowledging his comments on the reveal’s dangers, they definitely gave off a reaction to Morgan, with Violet’s eyes changing size and Rose’s head tilting to one side. The assassin assumed that they both identified him as a vampire and he wouldn’t be surprised if the penin also was drawing some conclusions himself. Perhaps the trade-off for the loss of leverage to the group’s perceptions of the vampire and increased wariness was a seemingly fair. Certainly would keep them on their toes in the case that he steps out of line in the future. Still, he has his affiliation hanging over his head. Perhaps it was for the best.

As the sisters responded to the penin’s comments about the damage done to the inn, Ixion glanced at Rose’s left hand. It was covered in white fur, also revealing 4 fingers to show a little more about the enigma that was behind the cloak. So, that is what it is price for allowing the demon side to slowly take over you, he concluded. While he was glad that he was not a demonspawn himself, despite his contract, he almost felt sorry for the Sisters. His lack of knowledge over the race is not good for someone of his profession, but the more he knew now, the more he can understand them in the case when he encounters one in the future in a possible job. As the discussion turned to The Fixer, now that everyone inside the building was gone, the assassin’s focus turned to the topic at hand. It was good to know that he didn’t say too much about his ‘compatriot’ that would have endangered anyone else’s life from mentioning it, but it was good to know about what to say in the future.

The interruption from the cloaked demonspawn that was directed at him caught him off guard, her left hand pointing at him as well as the stare from the mirrored eyes. The warning about the sword that was in his hand made everything that he was wondering about the weapon fall into place. The faint-pink glow that surrounded the weapon before and the faint whisper that came from a brief clash with Morgan all explained it. He turned his head towards the foul blade that was in his hand. While he didn’t particularly care that the weapon was a Dirge, the identity of the weapon to be a bane-weapon was. “I have heard of such weapons, but I didn’t think that I’d encounter one.” His mind thought about the weapon, eyes noting the details of the black stones. “Never mind a Stone of the Doom Mage.” Having such a weapon in his possession caused a dilemma in his mind. Sure, he could use it as an alternative weapon from his kusarigama and get better with a sword. But knowing that such a weapon, one capable of damaging both the flesh and the soul, in his possession was going to be highly detrimental to his contract with the Grand Master. The thought of that worried him a lot. Should he keep it? Should he dispose of it and annoy the one person that was hunting for such weapons? Such a problem that he needed to figure out and fast.

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Just as a heads up guys, I might not be able to post for a while. On Saturday, I had suffered a head injury while I was ice skating which involved going to the hospital (Lorienne can vouch for me on that one if DJ and Shien are still in contact with her). My head is still a bit off from the incident and it might take some time for me to recover from it. I'll try to post when I can, but if there is a big delay with posts on my end, you know the reason why.

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Happy belated Christmas to all!

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I have been busy with university indeed. Just a word of advice; don't try and completely 1/3 of your 1st year of your Masters degree in a space of 5 weeks. But now that I am free for Christmas, I've managed to post a response.

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It seemed that the message that Ixion wanted to get into the vampire’s thick skull didn’t get through. The hand of the vampire that gripped the arm that the blade was in that gave the indication of that. While the response from his fallen comrade took him by initial surprise, the retort was something that he had expected. As his frame fell backwards, he rolled over his right shoulder and got back onto his feet, the blade pointing right at the vampire’s head as he recovered, halting any possible attack to him. Despite the defensive position, ready to go onto the offensive if the vampire attacked, only the muttered words came out. Still uncomfortable from resisting I’on’s spell with everything he has, he retorted his words. “If it wasn’t for the fact that there are forces in work that are greater than the both of us, I would be more than happy to strike you down. And being able to fend him off…” The emphasis on him was referring to the Fixer. “… By myself whilst you had been clearing things up with I’on, you can be assured that you will be dispatched without much difficulty.” Despite the words, the sword arm slowly dropped to his side. “However, we have a common enemy and a possible proposition from the Sisters, so we have to settle our differences at another point in time.”

He turned to the sisters as they spoke to them. The spell that I’on had cast, while it did eventually wash over him, was dispelled. Resisting the spell for as long as he did in order to get his message through to the vampire had tired him out both mentally and spiritually and made the spell’s effect last for a shorter amount of time. While he was still annoyed with the vampire with the fracas, he wasn’t at the level that wanted to kill him. As the sisters spoke, the assassin hesitated at the thought of unmasking himself. He certainly didn’t want to unveil his face in the group with the possibility of being seen by an outsider, but he also didn’t want to scare his comrades with the hideous features that lied underneath. However, trust was the only thing that was needed at this moment in time, so he had to do what was must. “While I shouldn’t reveal my face due to my profession and creating a target on my back with rivals, if that is needed in order to create more trust, then so be it.”

Without another word, he reached across with his left hand to the right side of his face, unfastening the cowl. As he relaxed his hand, the fabric slowly tumbled from his face, swaying from its tied location on the right side until it stopped. He finally revealed what was underneath the cowl for the first time since wearing it in the presence of other people: A scarred mess. The tip of his nose, the uppermost point that the cowl was covering, was completely gone, the split to the nasal passage visible to all. While the scarred flesh didn’t have signs that they were caused by any weapon, it certainly had looked like it was melted, though weather by an unknown potion or by flames. On both side of his face, gaps in the flesh revealed damaged teeth, appearing to be damaged from the same attack that revealed them. On some cases on either side of his face, his jaw line was eroded down to the bone. The scarring carried on down his neck, hinting that it carried on down to his torso. He decided to hold onto his affiliation to the Grand Master when introducing himself. He’s still yet to decide on whether to revealing it if asked. “My name is Ixion Ecthalion, the sole survivor of the Ecthalion line.”