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Heheh, I'm sorry about him passing out all the time. If you get tired of it just let me know.
As they start out to the next room Seishu says between winces, “I was attacked. . . by a hippo in a pink tutu. . . five millenia ago, so. . . don't even TRY and tell me it doesn't happen.” His teeth begin to grind as Enasi giggles aloud. His free hand once again comes up to keep the nightmare guardian from snapping. With each stumble and reassurance he becomes more and more aggravated, but his reasonable mind managed to keep him under control all the way to the new room. But just when it looks like they are about to make it to the bed without incident Seishu yelps as he feels Enasi jolt and gets thrown forward on to the bed. The motion causes the wound in his shoulder to flare as he throws his hands out to catch himself.
A long string of curse words fly through his head as he lay shaking in pain and anger face down on the bed. He can hear talking going on behind him but none of the words register through the storm raging in his head. 'It's pointless to get angry, chances are he didn't mean to hurt me, but this is just too much! I'm kicked out of my kingdom, torn apart by one of my subjects, become at the mercy of a guy who's wanted nothing more than to never see me again since he first saw me, and now after his doctors short me on medical care because none of them have any balls, I get thrown across a room onto a bed suddenly, and I think my leg tore open. . . . .'
At that last thought Seishu manages to snap out of his funk and pull himself up slightly. A pile of clothes land on the mattress next to him.
“Well I don't see any pink.”
Something snaps inside and Seishu pulls himself further on to the bed. Pushing hard with his good arm he manages to flip over so he's facing the dream realm natives. It barely clicks in his mind that he'll be wearing the clothes of his counterpart as he builds up his reserves. Glancing down at his leg he confirms that his leg wound has indeed been ripped open. With a low growl he pulls harder at what little energy he has left, and before the blood can drip down and ruin the new sheets he lashes out. Like purple fire his energy snaps out. Shaped like a thick lash it strikes out long ways across his leg wound and burns the wound close. The air is filled with the small of his burning flesh, and the cloth around the wound chars, wisps of smoke trickling upwards for a few moments before the pants stop smoldering.
His gaze rises slowly from his leg up to meet the eyes of his opposite. “I don't care.” His voice is low, and his tone menacing, however his weakening state is evident behind the malice. Taking a breath he starts again. “I don't care if he had the two brain cells it takes to realize the intelligence behind bringing me something not in that foul color, and even in my size: I am going to eat him.” He opens his moth to continue his rant but instead of harsh words a excruciating twinge in his shoulder pulls a scream from deep within him. Before he can catch his breath another throb pulsates through him, this time across his middle and with a faint sob he curls on his side. He doesn't even have the energy to cover his face as silent tears begin to drip slowly from his eyes. He barely manages to pull his legs up on to the bed before a mix or pain and exhausted energy rob him of his consciousness.
A long string of curse words fly through his head as he lay shaking in pain and anger face down on the bed. He can hear talking going on behind him but none of the words register through the storm raging in his head. 'It's pointless to get angry, chances are he didn't mean to hurt me, but this is just too much! I'm kicked out of my kingdom, torn apart by one of my subjects, become at the mercy of a guy who's wanted nothing more than to never see me again since he first saw me, and now after his doctors short me on medical care because none of them have any balls, I get thrown across a room onto a bed suddenly, and I think my leg tore open. . . . .'
At that last thought Seishu manages to snap out of his funk and pull himself up slightly. A pile of clothes land on the mattress next to him.
“Well I don't see any pink.”
Something snaps inside and Seishu pulls himself further on to the bed. Pushing hard with his good arm he manages to flip over so he's facing the dream realm natives. It barely clicks in his mind that he'll be wearing the clothes of his counterpart as he builds up his reserves. Glancing down at his leg he confirms that his leg wound has indeed been ripped open. With a low growl he pulls harder at what little energy he has left, and before the blood can drip down and ruin the new sheets he lashes out. Like purple fire his energy snaps out. Shaped like a thick lash it strikes out long ways across his leg wound and burns the wound close. The air is filled with the small of his burning flesh, and the cloth around the wound chars, wisps of smoke trickling upwards for a few moments before the pants stop smoldering.
His gaze rises slowly from his leg up to meet the eyes of his opposite. “I don't care.” His voice is low, and his tone menacing, however his weakening state is evident behind the malice. Taking a breath he starts again. “I don't care if he had the two brain cells it takes to realize the intelligence behind bringing me something not in that foul color, and even in my size: I am going to eat him.” He opens his moth to continue his rant but instead of harsh words a excruciating twinge in his shoulder pulls a scream from deep within him. Before he can catch his breath another throb pulsates through him, this time across his middle and with a faint sob he curls on his side. He doesn't even have the energy to cover his face as silent tears begin to drip slowly from his eyes. He barely manages to pull his legs up on to the bed before a mix or pain and exhausted energy rob him of his consciousness.
A warm smile spreads across the priest's lips as the boy stumbles over his words. 'He's so awkward. It's rather cute.' He holds back a laugh as he finishes shaking out the sheets and turns to look at the boy. His words die in his throat as he meet's the young man's eye. His smile wavers ever so slightly as they gaze at one another. 'There's something odd about this child. Those eyes. . . . .They look . . . . .Old somehow' His smile returns just before the boy looks away and he silently chides himself for doubting the young man. 'Of course he seems older than he is. Most street kids grow up far too quickly' Shaking his head he almost misses what Zach says about the room. However when what he says registers he chuckles lightly and pats the boy on the arm.
“It's alright. The books aren't suppose to be in here anyways. I'll get them moved out tomorrow.” He squeezes the others arm before leaning in to give him a brief hug. “Don't worry about anything. Just get some rest.” He murmurs quietly before pulling back with a final squeeze if his hand. Reaching up he ruffles the boy's hair and steps past him towards the door. Pausing at the doorway ha carefully pushes a few stacks aside so that he can pull the door closed behind him. Just before the door shuts he reaches in and switches the light off.
'That poor kid. I have to go out tomorrow and figure out what happened to him' Kiel lets out a sigh and turns off the light in the main room before wandering over to his bed with practiced dodging moves. 'It doesn't seem like he'll want to go back to his parents. He may even be old enough to live on his own' Pulling up his gown a but he slides out of his pants and hangs them off the end of his bed. With another sigh he climbs slowly into bed, sitting up so he can look out the window. 'I wish this world would just come to it's senses. Stuff like this is pointless. The children are our future, and as long as we keep setting them up to fail, the cycle will repeat forever, until the world collapses in on itself' Stretching his shoulders carefully he slides down slowly until he's settled comfortable beneath the covers. Despite the now hot atmosphere in his room, he curls up under his sheets and blankets, and within moments, passes into the dream world.
“It's alright. The books aren't suppose to be in here anyways. I'll get them moved out tomorrow.” He squeezes the others arm before leaning in to give him a brief hug. “Don't worry about anything. Just get some rest.” He murmurs quietly before pulling back with a final squeeze if his hand. Reaching up he ruffles the boy's hair and steps past him towards the door. Pausing at the doorway ha carefully pushes a few stacks aside so that he can pull the door closed behind him. Just before the door shuts he reaches in and switches the light off.
'That poor kid. I have to go out tomorrow and figure out what happened to him' Kiel lets out a sigh and turns off the light in the main room before wandering over to his bed with practiced dodging moves. 'It doesn't seem like he'll want to go back to his parents. He may even be old enough to live on his own' Pulling up his gown a but he slides out of his pants and hangs them off the end of his bed. With another sigh he climbs slowly into bed, sitting up so he can look out the window. 'I wish this world would just come to it's senses. Stuff like this is pointless. The children are our future, and as long as we keep setting them up to fail, the cycle will repeat forever, until the world collapses in on itself' Stretching his shoulders carefully he slides down slowly until he's settled comfortable beneath the covers. Despite the now hot atmosphere in his room, he curls up under his sheets and blankets, and within moments, passes into the dream world.
Glancing over his shoulder Viltez notes the distracted look on the stranger's face. 'He really seems to like doing things at his own pace' A moment later he chuckles as he fires out his preference. Moving over to the local sweet fruits the young man starts to reach for one when the taller man's question makes him pause. His hand falls slightly before he glances over his shoulder with a warm smile. “Yes, actually. I don't like fighting, especially pointless fights.” Turning back to the fruit he picks one up and brings it up to smell it. “I could tell you were willing to pay, but not everyone is so observant as I.” At his comment he glances back at the stall owner. The man gives him a sour look before dropping his eyes back to his work. Viltez chuckles again, the sound cut short by the strangers next comment.
Turning around to face the man he looks him up and down with a critical eye. 'His clothes are fine, much finer than I've seen since Trevor's wedding tunic' His eyes trail over the worn spots, following a few loose threads here and there. 'But either this man has fallen on hard times, traveled a long way, or simply doesn't have a great regard for his clothing' Finishing his visual assessment of the man he crosses his arms over his chest. His gaze trails up slowly to the mans eyes as he leans back carefully against the stall, fruit in one hand, the other gripping his opposite elbow. His gaze is one of detached assessment, as if he's trying to observe something unseen. After half a minute, Viltez blinks, a smile returning to his lips. Shaking his head he drops his arms and turns back to the piles of fruit.
“No, you are indeed a very honest man. There is no shiftiness that I can see in you.” A slight feeling of embarrassment, as if he stepped across a line he should not cross causes him to cough. “Ah, sorry, it's just. . . No one trusted me when I turned up here years ago as a boy.” Someone at another stall calls his name and he smiles and waves in return. “Before they got to know me, everyone in this town was suspicious of me. It was hard to get by, and even harder to feel so much distrusts.” H looks down the street to where the pack of children have all piled up on top of the ball. He turns slightly so he can look the stranger in the eye. “After I got accepted I came to understand that it's just the way of small towns. Trust runs so close for each other that there is a shortage of trust for anyone from the outside.”
With a shrug he turns back to the fruit. “Maybe it's because I was an outsider once but. . . .Whenever I see someone getting treated the way I use to be treated around here, especially if it's just a misunderstanding, I feel the need to step in and help.” Picking up two of the large orange and yellow fruits he holds up both and turns to the stranger. He smirks. “If you wanna test how sweet the fruits are, and make them unsellable, thus angering the seller, here's a good trick to know.” Stepping closer so the taller man can see what he's doing, he presses the flesh of both fruits with his thumb and drags it across the surface for half an inch. “If you do this, you can release the smell of the fruit inside, without actually damaging it.” Holding up one than the other he takes a sniff then hands one to the stranger. “That one is defiantly sweeter than this one.” He turns back to the stall. “Now we just have to pick out more that smell like that one!” Viltez moves back to the small wooden structure and begins hunting for more sweet fruits.
Turning around to face the man he looks him up and down with a critical eye. 'His clothes are fine, much finer than I've seen since Trevor's wedding tunic' His eyes trail over the worn spots, following a few loose threads here and there. 'But either this man has fallen on hard times, traveled a long way, or simply doesn't have a great regard for his clothing' Finishing his visual assessment of the man he crosses his arms over his chest. His gaze trails up slowly to the mans eyes as he leans back carefully against the stall, fruit in one hand, the other gripping his opposite elbow. His gaze is one of detached assessment, as if he's trying to observe something unseen. After half a minute, Viltez blinks, a smile returning to his lips. Shaking his head he drops his arms and turns back to the piles of fruit.
“No, you are indeed a very honest man. There is no shiftiness that I can see in you.” A slight feeling of embarrassment, as if he stepped across a line he should not cross causes him to cough. “Ah, sorry, it's just. . . No one trusted me when I turned up here years ago as a boy.” Someone at another stall calls his name and he smiles and waves in return. “Before they got to know me, everyone in this town was suspicious of me. It was hard to get by, and even harder to feel so much distrusts.” H looks down the street to where the pack of children have all piled up on top of the ball. He turns slightly so he can look the stranger in the eye. “After I got accepted I came to understand that it's just the way of small towns. Trust runs so close for each other that there is a shortage of trust for anyone from the outside.”
With a shrug he turns back to the fruit. “Maybe it's because I was an outsider once but. . . .Whenever I see someone getting treated the way I use to be treated around here, especially if it's just a misunderstanding, I feel the need to step in and help.” Picking up two of the large orange and yellow fruits he holds up both and turns to the stranger. He smirks. “If you wanna test how sweet the fruits are, and make them unsellable, thus angering the seller, here's a good trick to know.” Stepping closer so the taller man can see what he's doing, he presses the flesh of both fruits with his thumb and drags it across the surface for half an inch. “If you do this, you can release the smell of the fruit inside, without actually damaging it.” Holding up one than the other he takes a sniff then hands one to the stranger. “That one is defiantly sweeter than this one.” He turns back to the stall. “Now we just have to pick out more that smell like that one!” Viltez moves back to the small wooden structure and begins hunting for more sweet fruits.
Ah, sorry, I just got caught up with my RP responses(I was doing them in order on my Subs list) let's see if I still have enough brain matter for this :P
Animals. . . Well, there';s the usual Rat and Boar, but I was thinking maybe one is Wolf, one is a mix of other mammals, and they would have a real deep rivalry with the were reptile clan :P
Hah, sounds like an after school super hero special, with the secret identities, and the standard awkward need to avoid letting people what they do at night :P
*Shrugs* In a lot of stories the secret societies hire the recruits so that their lives are easier. Y'know, no classmates wondering why you're so tired, why you seem to keep having injuries one day, and the next they are gone of you have more. It was just and idea, but if you wanna go for the drama of trying to hide it, school is better for that :P
Witch/Warlock do use potions, but the ones who use them exclusively are Alchemists, and since we seem to be going with the darker side of things the Witch/Warlock seems more fitting.
That, sounds really odd to me. All of the creatures that have been named thus far have their origins in fantasy. Are you saying you wanna avoid fantasy for just the group I'm posing? Because I'm sorry but despite Sci-fi's best efforts, all the coolest monsters came from the realms of fantasy, and are in part, magic. :P Not knocking Sci-fi, I enjoy the genre very much, but I feel really confused when you talk vampires, and follow up later on with no spell and sorcery. Sci-fi has no magic, it's all science :P
ANYWAYS! Biologically Predisposed in this case could be humans infused with a chemical cocktail, and if they survive they gain control over some element or another. Like the ability to manipulate metal like one would shape clay, or use concussive force to your advantage.
We could always do it like the Dragons Dawn series and make it so that new members are basically introduced to a large group of beast babies, and if any of them are attracted to the newbies they get inducted into their ranks. The beasts would have to be babies so the bounding can start at a young age. This group could recriute out of the cradle. (I like that idea)
Names?
Fangs, Suckers, Nightwalkers, Drinkers
Furweres
Scalewere
Howlers, Moonwalkers
Dubbs, Cloners, Deadheads
Freaks, Wizgigs, Labrats
Breeders, Lifers
Those are at the top of a head that is jelly :P Any interesting? I know the ones for the Vamps are uncreative, and used before, but I tried to find something different for the other ones, but I may be all around failbot :P
Animals. . . Well, there';s the usual Rat and Boar, but I was thinking maybe one is Wolf, one is a mix of other mammals, and they would have a real deep rivalry with the were reptile clan :P
Hah, sounds like an after school super hero special, with the secret identities, and the standard awkward need to avoid letting people what they do at night :P
*Shrugs* In a lot of stories the secret societies hire the recruits so that their lives are easier. Y'know, no classmates wondering why you're so tired, why you seem to keep having injuries one day, and the next they are gone of you have more. It was just and idea, but if you wanna go for the drama of trying to hide it, school is better for that :P
Witch/Warlock do use potions, but the ones who use them exclusively are Alchemists, and since we seem to be going with the darker side of things the Witch/Warlock seems more fitting.
And yeah we'll stray away from occults because for the most part I'd like to stray away from traditional "spell and sorcery magic" and go more into an supernatural scifi magic.
That, sounds really odd to me. All of the creatures that have been named thus far have their origins in fantasy. Are you saying you wanna avoid fantasy for just the group I'm posing? Because I'm sorry but despite Sci-fi's best efforts, all the coolest monsters came from the realms of fantasy, and are in part, magic. :P Not knocking Sci-fi, I enjoy the genre very much, but I feel really confused when you talk vampires, and follow up later on with no spell and sorcery. Sci-fi has no magic, it's all science :P
ANYWAYS! Biologically Predisposed in this case could be humans infused with a chemical cocktail, and if they survive they gain control over some element or another. Like the ability to manipulate metal like one would shape clay, or use concussive force to your advantage.
We could always do it like the Dragons Dawn series and make it so that new members are basically introduced to a large group of beast babies, and if any of them are attracted to the newbies they get inducted into their ranks. The beasts would have to be babies so the bounding can start at a young age. This group could recriute out of the cradle. (I like that idea)
Names?
Fangs, Suckers, Nightwalkers, Drinkers
Furweres
Scalewere
Howlers, Moonwalkers
Dubbs, Cloners, Deadheads
Freaks, Wizgigs, Labrats
Breeders, Lifers
Those are at the top of a head that is jelly :P Any interesting? I know the ones for the Vamps are uncreative, and used before, but I tried to find something different for the other ones, but I may be all around failbot :P
Viltez notes the little catch when the taller man apologizes, but it seems to be enough for the merchants. As the large man backs off Viltez steps slightly to the side, keeping an eye on both of them. 'That goodness that didn't escalate. When it's just a misunderstanding. . . .' His thoughts trail off when the tall man makes a pointed comment about respect. 'A part of me is starting to question his honesty' A few of those who'd gathered, mostly those who wanted to see a fight, wander off as the dark haired man rummages around in his bag. His hand snaps up to grab hold of Mr. Warren's shoulder, sensing the man's sentence isn't finished.
When the stranger produces a gemstone a few of the gathered people gasp. A couple of the girls press closer but pause as Viltez raises a hand. Mr. Warren steps forward and takes the gem carefully. He looks at it for a few seconds before turning to Viltez. Holding it out in his open palm he asks, “What do you say Tezy? You work part time at Corin's place, you know more about this stuff than I do.” Viltez nods and picks up the gem.
Holding it up to the light he checks the cut and clarity. As he turns it this way and that an odd feeling comes over him. Pausing his gaze slides over to the stranger. He catches his eye for a second before dropping his gaze and bringing the gem close to check it over carefully. 'I have the distinct impression that he really doesn't want to give this up. Something about his eyes. . . .Like this is really precious or something. Which is odd, it's a nice stone, but this cloudiness. . .' Looking back up at Mr. Warren he hands it over with a smile. “I think a fair exchange would be around three pounds of fruit for the ruby.” He gives the man a sly smile. “More than fair seeing as you now have something that, of put in the right setting piece, might give you that edge you've been looking for with Miss. Velmina.”
The gathered crowd all laugh lightly at the faint pink that raises around the large man's ears at Viltez's comment. Most of them disperse, save for a couple who want to make purchases of their own from nearby stalls, and those who run the nearest stalls. With a cough Mr. Warren walks over to the edge of his stall and picks up a three pound bag and hands it to stranger. He looks the man strait in the eye and says, “I thank you to be paying like I asked, but no more of this taking a bite and putting it back. That's bad fer business.” And with that he moves back behind his stall to sort through his produce.
Viltez chuckles and looks over at the taller man with a smile. “You were taking bites? I guess that's the best way to test a flavor, but if you like I can help you pick out the flavors you enjoy.” His tone is his usual warm and disarming one. Stepping over tot he stall he starts picking up the fruits one by one, smelling the skin carefully. “So what do you like? Tart? Sour? Sweet?”
When the stranger produces a gemstone a few of the gathered people gasp. A couple of the girls press closer but pause as Viltez raises a hand. Mr. Warren steps forward and takes the gem carefully. He looks at it for a few seconds before turning to Viltez. Holding it out in his open palm he asks, “What do you say Tezy? You work part time at Corin's place, you know more about this stuff than I do.” Viltez nods and picks up the gem.
Holding it up to the light he checks the cut and clarity. As he turns it this way and that an odd feeling comes over him. Pausing his gaze slides over to the stranger. He catches his eye for a second before dropping his gaze and bringing the gem close to check it over carefully. 'I have the distinct impression that he really doesn't want to give this up. Something about his eyes. . . .Like this is really precious or something. Which is odd, it's a nice stone, but this cloudiness. . .' Looking back up at Mr. Warren he hands it over with a smile. “I think a fair exchange would be around three pounds of fruit for the ruby.” He gives the man a sly smile. “More than fair seeing as you now have something that, of put in the right setting piece, might give you that edge you've been looking for with Miss. Velmina.”
The gathered crowd all laugh lightly at the faint pink that raises around the large man's ears at Viltez's comment. Most of them disperse, save for a couple who want to make purchases of their own from nearby stalls, and those who run the nearest stalls. With a cough Mr. Warren walks over to the edge of his stall and picks up a three pound bag and hands it to stranger. He looks the man strait in the eye and says, “I thank you to be paying like I asked, but no more of this taking a bite and putting it back. That's bad fer business.” And with that he moves back behind his stall to sort through his produce.
Viltez chuckles and looks over at the taller man with a smile. “You were taking bites? I guess that's the best way to test a flavor, but if you like I can help you pick out the flavors you enjoy.” His tone is his usual warm and disarming one. Stepping over tot he stall he starts picking up the fruits one by one, smelling the skin carefully. “So what do you like? Tart? Sour? Sweet?”
Wow, that felt really short after all the ones I've done today :P But it can't be helped. Direct Interaction = Shorter posts.
When the little one grabbed his hand Seishu felt a sickening drop in his stomach but only rolled his eyes and grinned slightly at the sigh of his practically falling back afterward. 'Wow, the airheadedness around here makes me wonder how any of my men lose to these sparklers. . . . .' His thoughts trail off as his counterpart orders him to find the Nightmare Guardian something to wear. 'Oh gods preserve me. Dream Clothes' Removing his finger carefully from his lips he takes a few deep breaths, praying he can keep from snapping at the ginger. It's in that moment that he notices an odd sensation coming from somewhere. Thinking it must be from Enasi he growls slightly, but after a moment he realizes it's more like, a feeling between them. As if the place where their energies meet had a power of it's own.
His growl lowers quickly, but he can't help but feel a burning shame run through him as his counterpart speaks softly to him. 'Like a wounded dog' His growl fluctuates slightly at the thought. He stays silent for a few seconds, his gaze shifting over to the offered hand. Slowly he reaches out with his bitten hand. His mind vaguely registered that the red and white contrast perfectly with Enasi's skin tone. 'It somehow seems fitting. But then again, we are built to complement each other' His gaze shifts upwards to the other Guardian's eyes as he pulls him self painfully into a sitting position. 'Even if we can never compliment one another' Keeping his grip firm he drops his eyes to his legs as he pulls himself to the edge of the bed with Enasi's help.
He can not stifle all his sounds of pain, and more than once he curses aloud to one twinge or another. The pain in his shoulder burns hotter than all of his other injuries and he can feel tears ready to fall once again. It all feels, just a bit too much for him, but he manages to hold back his tears this time. The energy between them seems to get stronger for a moment before fading. Sitting at the edge of the bed he gathers himself together and with a deep inhale he holds his breath as he pulls himself to his feet. A fire runs through his leg causing him to stumble. Instinctively his right hand snaps up, grabbing Enasi's shoulder to keep from falling. Keeping his head down so that his face is curtained by his hair he breaths hard. As he breaths a sudden thought comes to him and his eyes come up to meet the Dream Guardian's. “If that little sparkler comes back with anything pink, or frilly, I'll take no objections and eat him on the spot.” Leaving no room for argument he tilts his head towards the door and mutters, “Lead the way.”
His growl lowers quickly, but he can't help but feel a burning shame run through him as his counterpart speaks softly to him. 'Like a wounded dog' His growl fluctuates slightly at the thought. He stays silent for a few seconds, his gaze shifting over to the offered hand. Slowly he reaches out with his bitten hand. His mind vaguely registered that the red and white contrast perfectly with Enasi's skin tone. 'It somehow seems fitting. But then again, we are built to complement each other' His gaze shifts upwards to the other Guardian's eyes as he pulls him self painfully into a sitting position. 'Even if we can never compliment one another' Keeping his grip firm he drops his eyes to his legs as he pulls himself to the edge of the bed with Enasi's help.
He can not stifle all his sounds of pain, and more than once he curses aloud to one twinge or another. The pain in his shoulder burns hotter than all of his other injuries and he can feel tears ready to fall once again. It all feels, just a bit too much for him, but he manages to hold back his tears this time. The energy between them seems to get stronger for a moment before fading. Sitting at the edge of the bed he gathers himself together and with a deep inhale he holds his breath as he pulls himself to his feet. A fire runs through his leg causing him to stumble. Instinctively his right hand snaps up, grabbing Enasi's shoulder to keep from falling. Keeping his head down so that his face is curtained by his hair he breaths hard. As he breaths a sudden thought comes to him and his eyes come up to meet the Dream Guardian's. “If that little sparkler comes back with anything pink, or frilly, I'll take no objections and eat him on the spot.” Leaving no room for argument he tilts his head towards the door and mutters, “Lead the way.”
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Warm lights reflect in solid azure orbs as the fleet of paper lanterns escape into the sky. A soft sigh escapes his pale lips as the Fae feels a faint breeze press against his back. High above the revelry, the figure clad in blue and white watches those below expressing feelings he has never know. The joy and exuberance is completely foreign, and a part of his mind wonders what it would be link to feel something like they do even once. Flexing his back and shoulders he shifts into a more comfortable leaning position as he watches for a good opportunity to move out.
The young Fae had set out from his house several days ago. The glade in front of the small hut had been filled with school kids getting a lesson on nature from and elder Fae. At the sight of him many of the children ran to the teacher, and with herding motions she moved them away quickly. He'd ignored the actions for the most part, but a single set of eyes amongst the children had stayed on him even as the owner of those eyes we lead hastily away. He watched the little one out of sigh, as always a little curious when it comes to those who act different from the norm set by their peers. The rest had been afraid, so why was that little buy not?' But it was no matter. He had to go check for jobs.
Unlike the rest of his kin, Rei lives a life outside the forest. While he spends much of his off time deep underground in the archives, Rei does not truly live with his fellow Fae. His life with this race ended long ago when in one night he'd lost his home, his parents, and his identity as a Fae. He was taken away from the warm grasses and cool waters of the ancient forest, and was forced into a life on the road. Traveling here and there, watching as his guardians killed any number of people in sometimes fascinating or complex fashions. The taking of a life became as natural to him as eating or walking. His guardians though did teach him that killing randomly is pointless. One should always get something out of the deal.
That lesson stayed with him. Despite falling into his new life and accepting it whole and complete, he still grew inside him a need to avenge the death of his past life. He took out one after another, until the man who had had the biggest impact on his life, raising him like a son. As the lights left the man's eyes, he told Rei that he understood, and that he was proud of him. Those word, his last words, gave him the final farewell to anything he once was. His was the only body he bothered to do anything about. The man had, long ago, told the boy that he grew up near the sea, and he missed the sound of it. It took several months, but when he at last reached the ocean he found a high cliff and pushed the body over the edge. When he finally returned to his people, Rei took that image of the sea and made it his own. He fashioned his clothes after the waves, where the second chapter of his life now rests eternal.
The only thing left from that chapter is his job as an assassin. After returning to the Faewood Rei set up a place on the plains for people to leave him jobs. He'd made himself quite the reputation amongst those who use an assassin's talents often, and it didn't take long to establish a manner for people to hire him with ease. About a days travel from the woods is a large open plain, close enough to a town to make a reference point, but far enough so that the local farmers don't use the land for grazing. In the middle of a large crevice almost completely surrounded by tall hills he sunk a thick post deep into the earth. After he was sure it was in there good, he hollowed it out enough to hold a note on the mark and a bag with his payment. He'd never stiffed a client, so most were willing to pay up front, but for some marks they insist on half before, and half after.
Such is the job he's now on. The note had been brief, simply stating the name, location, and a day where the job may be a bit easier. The note, now tucked inside his skin tight clothing over his heart, smells faintly of flowers and tobacco. The pay however is stashed away in a safe place for him to pick-up when he heads back after the job. The amount is impressive, easily double his normal fair. And it's only half. In his mind Rei's already worked out what books he wants to buy with the total amount, several of which he's wanted for some time after seeing them referenced in other books.
The wind shifts, tossing his light hair from his face off to his left. His body tenses, eyes beginning to scan rapidly over the activity below. 'The guard are moving. Something has drawn heir focus' His muscles bunch and in an instant he's climbed on to the rail he'd just been leaning on. Turning from the people lights and joviality he launches himself up to the rooftop just overhead and takes off full speed for the edge. His small form launches into the air, a cloud passing over the larger of two moons so that even if someone were to look up they would not see the Fae flying through the air towards the roof of the guard tower attached to the outer wall of the castle. With practiced ease he catches the edge of the roof with one hand and hangs there for a few seconds before swinging himself up on to the roof proper.
Standing slowly his cold eyes survey the castle. For the full day prior he'd mapped out what he could of the castle from outside observations and listening in on servants who worked there, having a night cap at the local pubs. His eyes trail up the gray stone walls, counting windows until he locates the one he's looking for. His eyes narrow as the window's shutters are closed by what he knows to be the target's personal servant. Moments later the light behind the glass goes out and as if it was the signal he was waiting for, he begins to move. The grounds are mostly deserted, the revelries kept mostly to the town and inside the castle proper. Using the roof of the stables set against the outer wall he drops down to the ground and presses against the rough hewn wood to take stock of things from ground level.
His attention is drawn to the sounds inside the stable and he slides down ever so slightly to peek through a knothole. 'Stable workers, horse master. A party for them alone' Breathing slowly through his nose he crosses the distance between the stable and the greenery pressed against the castle's walls. Observing the stones closely while crouched inside the foliage he reconfirms that the spacing is conducive to his work. 'The years of this being built were of the time where uneven and textured was thought to be best' Taking once last look around the grounds Rei turns to the wall and finds some finger holds in the uneven surface. Like a spider he crawls swiftly up the wall. His fingers and toes dig into the wall between the slabs of stone and in no time he's at the window. Pulling a small slip of metal from a spot behind his ear he slips it between the two window panels. Sliding it up genitally he unhooks the little latch. He quickly tucks the metal back into place and pulls the windows open slowly. Cracking the shutters he examines the room for movement before pushing one aside and slipping in. 'There is a breeze tonight' Turning her closes the window carefully and latches it so the breeze doesn't pull them open. The noise would be enough to wake his target, and if not that, the draft.
The room is richly furnished, like many of his targets' bedrooms, and Rei takes little notice of the garishness. Instead his eyes are drawn to the large bed, upon which his target rests. An eyebrow raises as he moves closer and he gets a better look at him. 'Young looking, despite his reaching his twenty first year today' His gaze moves over his figure, picking the place where his blade will take the young man's life. His eyes trace over his face, and up over the blond mop spread over his pillow. 'The rumor of his hair is true. My glimpses of him yesterday were only while his head was dark. He must hide it' A faint burning begins low in his belly, just as it always does before a kill. Using skills natural to his face, the Fae mounts the bed slowly without disturbing the sleeping man.
His crawl is slow but steady. The smell of alcohol. 'He's been drinking' He relaxes ever so slightly. He learned long ago how much the effects of the intoxicating beverage can aid in a kill. Soon he is at the young man's side. His breath s low and shallow. 'Still asleep' Reaching to his waits, Rei pulls his blade. Moving slower than ever he shifts a leg over the target's chest, pinning his arms genitally to his sides with his thighs. The position is perfect. He moves his blade into position. Th point hovers, touching down ever so slightly right above the place he plans to plunge it in. making sure his hand is steady he reaches out and strokes his hand genitally over the boy's brow, humming low in his throat. As soon as it seems like the target is waking he presses his hand down on his forehead to keep him for trying to it up.
“I have a blade over a life vein in your neck.” He murmurs loud enough for the young man to hear. “I will be taking your life tonight, and if you don't try to scream, I will also take with me your final words.” He tilts his head to the slowly side as he gazes down at his target. “Tell me, what words do you wish to leave with me before passing on to the next?” His voice is cold, indifferent, but as he speaks the final line a note of true curiosity rings at the end of his question.
The young Fae had set out from his house several days ago. The glade in front of the small hut had been filled with school kids getting a lesson on nature from and elder Fae. At the sight of him many of the children ran to the teacher, and with herding motions she moved them away quickly. He'd ignored the actions for the most part, but a single set of eyes amongst the children had stayed on him even as the owner of those eyes we lead hastily away. He watched the little one out of sigh, as always a little curious when it comes to those who act different from the norm set by their peers. The rest had been afraid, so why was that little buy not?' But it was no matter. He had to go check for jobs.
Unlike the rest of his kin, Rei lives a life outside the forest. While he spends much of his off time deep underground in the archives, Rei does not truly live with his fellow Fae. His life with this race ended long ago when in one night he'd lost his home, his parents, and his identity as a Fae. He was taken away from the warm grasses and cool waters of the ancient forest, and was forced into a life on the road. Traveling here and there, watching as his guardians killed any number of people in sometimes fascinating or complex fashions. The taking of a life became as natural to him as eating or walking. His guardians though did teach him that killing randomly is pointless. One should always get something out of the deal.
That lesson stayed with him. Despite falling into his new life and accepting it whole and complete, he still grew inside him a need to avenge the death of his past life. He took out one after another, until the man who had had the biggest impact on his life, raising him like a son. As the lights left the man's eyes, he told Rei that he understood, and that he was proud of him. Those word, his last words, gave him the final farewell to anything he once was. His was the only body he bothered to do anything about. The man had, long ago, told the boy that he grew up near the sea, and he missed the sound of it. It took several months, but when he at last reached the ocean he found a high cliff and pushed the body over the edge. When he finally returned to his people, Rei took that image of the sea and made it his own. He fashioned his clothes after the waves, where the second chapter of his life now rests eternal.
The only thing left from that chapter is his job as an assassin. After returning to the Faewood Rei set up a place on the plains for people to leave him jobs. He'd made himself quite the reputation amongst those who use an assassin's talents often, and it didn't take long to establish a manner for people to hire him with ease. About a days travel from the woods is a large open plain, close enough to a town to make a reference point, but far enough so that the local farmers don't use the land for grazing. In the middle of a large crevice almost completely surrounded by tall hills he sunk a thick post deep into the earth. After he was sure it was in there good, he hollowed it out enough to hold a note on the mark and a bag with his payment. He'd never stiffed a client, so most were willing to pay up front, but for some marks they insist on half before, and half after.
Such is the job he's now on. The note had been brief, simply stating the name, location, and a day where the job may be a bit easier. The note, now tucked inside his skin tight clothing over his heart, smells faintly of flowers and tobacco. The pay however is stashed away in a safe place for him to pick-up when he heads back after the job. The amount is impressive, easily double his normal fair. And it's only half. In his mind Rei's already worked out what books he wants to buy with the total amount, several of which he's wanted for some time after seeing them referenced in other books.
The wind shifts, tossing his light hair from his face off to his left. His body tenses, eyes beginning to scan rapidly over the activity below. 'The guard are moving. Something has drawn heir focus' His muscles bunch and in an instant he's climbed on to the rail he'd just been leaning on. Turning from the people lights and joviality he launches himself up to the rooftop just overhead and takes off full speed for the edge. His small form launches into the air, a cloud passing over the larger of two moons so that even if someone were to look up they would not see the Fae flying through the air towards the roof of the guard tower attached to the outer wall of the castle. With practiced ease he catches the edge of the roof with one hand and hangs there for a few seconds before swinging himself up on to the roof proper.
Standing slowly his cold eyes survey the castle. For the full day prior he'd mapped out what he could of the castle from outside observations and listening in on servants who worked there, having a night cap at the local pubs. His eyes trail up the gray stone walls, counting windows until he locates the one he's looking for. His eyes narrow as the window's shutters are closed by what he knows to be the target's personal servant. Moments later the light behind the glass goes out and as if it was the signal he was waiting for, he begins to move. The grounds are mostly deserted, the revelries kept mostly to the town and inside the castle proper. Using the roof of the stables set against the outer wall he drops down to the ground and presses against the rough hewn wood to take stock of things from ground level.
His attention is drawn to the sounds inside the stable and he slides down ever so slightly to peek through a knothole. 'Stable workers, horse master. A party for them alone' Breathing slowly through his nose he crosses the distance between the stable and the greenery pressed against the castle's walls. Observing the stones closely while crouched inside the foliage he reconfirms that the spacing is conducive to his work. 'The years of this being built were of the time where uneven and textured was thought to be best' Taking once last look around the grounds Rei turns to the wall and finds some finger holds in the uneven surface. Like a spider he crawls swiftly up the wall. His fingers and toes dig into the wall between the slabs of stone and in no time he's at the window. Pulling a small slip of metal from a spot behind his ear he slips it between the two window panels. Sliding it up genitally he unhooks the little latch. He quickly tucks the metal back into place and pulls the windows open slowly. Cracking the shutters he examines the room for movement before pushing one aside and slipping in. 'There is a breeze tonight' Turning her closes the window carefully and latches it so the breeze doesn't pull them open. The noise would be enough to wake his target, and if not that, the draft.
The room is richly furnished, like many of his targets' bedrooms, and Rei takes little notice of the garishness. Instead his eyes are drawn to the large bed, upon which his target rests. An eyebrow raises as he moves closer and he gets a better look at him. 'Young looking, despite his reaching his twenty first year today' His gaze moves over his figure, picking the place where his blade will take the young man's life. His eyes trace over his face, and up over the blond mop spread over his pillow. 'The rumor of his hair is true. My glimpses of him yesterday were only while his head was dark. He must hide it' A faint burning begins low in his belly, just as it always does before a kill. Using skills natural to his face, the Fae mounts the bed slowly without disturbing the sleeping man.
His crawl is slow but steady. The smell of alcohol. 'He's been drinking' He relaxes ever so slightly. He learned long ago how much the effects of the intoxicating beverage can aid in a kill. Soon he is at the young man's side. His breath s low and shallow. 'Still asleep' Reaching to his waits, Rei pulls his blade. Moving slower than ever he shifts a leg over the target's chest, pinning his arms genitally to his sides with his thighs. The position is perfect. He moves his blade into position. Th point hovers, touching down ever so slightly right above the place he plans to plunge it in. making sure his hand is steady he reaches out and strokes his hand genitally over the boy's brow, humming low in his throat. As soon as it seems like the target is waking he presses his hand down on his forehead to keep him for trying to it up.
“I have a blade over a life vein in your neck.” He murmurs loud enough for the young man to hear. “I will be taking your life tonight, and if you don't try to scream, I will also take with me your final words.” He tilts his head to the slowly side as he gazes down at his target. “Tell me, what words do you wish to leave with me before passing on to the next?” His voice is cold, indifferent, but as he speaks the final line a note of true curiosity rings at the end of his question.
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