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PSG - Where nonconformist angels and demons go - OOC/IC

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PSG - Where nonconformist angels and demons go - OOC/IC

The old man spoke.

"The Emperor had a deal with America, Chinese workers would do their roads of rails and in exchange the emperor would be compensated and should these men die, they would be sent back to China. However, the Americans didn't follow their part of the deal and the bodies are still burried in here..."

He gave a sidelook to the communist, not turning away from the demons.

"And then there's this guy. Came here in the 70's to promote communism and found himself killed by some CEO's hitman. Thinks he's hot shit and that the workers that died here should get vengeance on the americans by killing a lot of people and destroying stuff. He's lucky he's chinese, because then I would not hesitate to kill him... Speaking of which, if this woman will support this dissidence... I didn't swear an oath to keep HER alive!"

The red commie ghost had a laugh and it seemed he brightened and became slightly... bigger.

"You old fart! You're loosing control! You can't stop the will of the people and maybe an outsider was all that was needed! Comrades! Forward to victory!"

While the gain in size of the communist was marginal, the old man quickly gained massive amount of size and visibly, of strength as he radiated shades of blue only matched by the white in his eyes, mouth and that spotted his body.

"I AM NOT AN OLD FART! AND I AM NOT LOOSING CONTROL! Like the emperor I stand mighty and eternal to guide his people to their roots! The chinese Empire can never fall!"

The Commie punched him in the face.

"Jackass, you can't hit me back because I'm chinese! I'm as good as victorious! Plus, the chinese Empire already fell to the glorious revolution decades ago, live in your time!"

"LIAR! The emperor can never fall! And do not forget, maybe I can't kill you, but I can still discipline you!"

A powerful slam of the spirit's hand sent the ghost flying to land on the wall next to the ladies. He quickly got up and moved before them, taking a posture and commanding them as if they were to obey him.

"Follow your leader comrades, follow me! Kill him and all these ghosts shall know true freedom and together we shall lead a revolution! And why not, let's kill the kid as well, entitled american swine! I bet you listen to Justin Bieber too!"

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DID NOT!

Just full time work is full time... and exhausting...

Plus in canada it's TAX SEASON! Oh god,,,

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

With the voice of his interlocutor and with the feedback he had from his own rhythmical sonar pulses, Koilembolon mapped the place and the movement around him. The faeries made this tedious of course, so much white noise and such a number he could not track all the movement. His senses, while useful, were not superhuman. This however saved him some trouble as he found himself to have luck in his bad luck. One second he could feel Fiil'eis being at a certain location, the other she could be at another and from the change of location, Koil would have extrapolated the speed and direction of this projectile. The problem was not the acoustic of the room, visibly Dormeria was accustomed to have visitors that had extraordinary hearing, not a sonar. No, the problem was the sheer speed and as the second sonar feedback came, Fiil'eis had already passed by him at a speed his sonar couldn't quite grasp. Having his eyes open would have hardly served anything, Narxians could see as far on land as they could in murky water. In such unclear waters this would be impressive but on land his vision was poor at best.

And thus, Koil reacted only after the fae passed him, doing a side roll to his left, taking his hammer in both hand as well. He found his back against one of the immobile persons found all around the room, a statue visibly.

"Hurling projectiles at me? Although range combat is limited underwater I have learned that the use of arrows on the surface is generally followed by an assault."

The cover this statue provided Koil, even if he was smaller than the average human, was limited. He thus quickly moved behind a column. Having never met a fairy he did not really know how to face one but in their limited size they probably paused no threat to him. He considered that they could all be magic users but if it was the case he would die instantly so he planned around them not interfering much in a fight.

"And please, do not ask me to act against my nature. You slither and you see the future, in the same way I sing and live of water for I am Narxian. Perhaps you should go in the north some days, not many of us venture so far south... Perhaps you could perfect this... 'Magic', as you call our songs... magic that you have stolen from my people... How typical, landwalkers do not hesitate to take what serves them, our gems, our work and now our songs, but yet they do not take the people, neither do they give them something back from their gift... I do not kill innocents, but a thief I can kill."

Koil again ran, surprisingly fast for a fish in full plate, to another column, exposing himself as little as possible. At least he had the advantage that landwalkers made their 'Magic' so tragically obvious most of the time. The moment he heard a word that wasn't in common she'd confirm her hostility and be left vulnerable. First, dodge an eventual sweet of the tail, second, forward hammer trust to the throat, would destabilize and interrupt spell casting in all probabilities, this could be followed by a hammer strike to the face, no need for the spike. An average human would die on the spot.

"I hope you will forgive me, but I believe both our times are precious and I'd propose we skip to business yes? How you know to use songs would probably be a fascinating story for my ears but between you telling me how much power you hold and living projectiles passing next to me my time is running short, as is my willingness to stand still for further projectiles, spells and what have you. Forgive me, but such is what my experience on land tells me. To be fair, if your fellow land walkers could be less murderously enthusiast in chance encounters I probably wouldn't have such a prejudice about your intentions."

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Before that, time to make an entrance!

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The spirit calmly nodded and smiled.

"Wise words."

The ghost rolled his eyes.

"Should I perhaps bring a table, some chairs and tea?"

The spirit nodded again.

"Yes, this would be great."

The ghost fixed the spirit with hate.

"THIS WAS SARCASM! You talk and you talk! You've been talking for the last 50 years! Half a century and talking solved nothing! It isn't the time for talking anymore! It's time to act, to move and make a great leap forward! We the proletarians do not need western imperialists or remnants of the old order to tell us what to do, we know better!"

There was overwhelming support from the ghosts as they advanced on the spirit and J Keet.

"DO NOT DISOBEY ME! You all swore an oath to your emperor!"

The ghosts fell back in line, a look of deception on their faces. The spirit sighed and turned toward the communist ghost and J Keet.

"Perhaps a mediator between the two parties in this very long debate would be what we need to settle this matter. Indeed, I feel that is three should sit like proper civilized persons and talk."

There was a voice that came somewhere from the crowd. 'What about theeese guys?' Both ghost and spirit raised their head up above as everyone turned at the demons.

"By the heavens old man! How bad can someone get at scaring people away! Now not only do we have some jackass walking in but we've got 2 other girls following! Friends of yours, capitalist pig?"

So said the ghost as he turned toward J keet. The old spirit however kept fixating the new comers. After a second, he slowly deployed his arms in the air and moved in feet in a position to gain more balance. He finished his move after a few more seconds, assuming a combat stance and fixating the demon girls.

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This silence. Narxians had many words for silence, describing varying degrees of it. The most silent thing he had listened to in his previous life had been the silence in the great Trench of Borea, but even there he could hear himself and the sound of the earth, as it slowly moved on magma. The most silent thing he had heard in his current life had been when he was swimming to the surface as he left his beloved city and his king behind, death overtaking them, then he only heard himself, his blood flowing, his brain thinking. It was one of those silence. His body became tense, to strike what lurked around him and he could not see.

"Is destiny a thing, Dormeria, Sage of Stone? If it was, then one such as yourself should not have to demand my opinion as what happens is set to happen... I for one merely see the probabilities in life as in my lack of vision for the future I must resort to use the divine mathematics of our realm of existence to determine the probabilities... While it is probable I would be struck down, it remains possible that my hammer would land on thy face... I do not like those odds, but then again, it would be a friendly advice on my part that neither should you."

Koil placed his hammer on his shoulder in a somewhat more 'relaxed' stance, although a combat expert could see that this position made it extremely easy for him to quickly in a flick of the wrist have his hammer in both hands and swing.

"I have learned from my travels that 'An armed society is a polite society' and I hope you will forgive me, Dormeria, Sage of Stone, if I believe two individuals should know each other better before one invites the other to sit at his or her house. Especially in the fact that you indeed sound like a fair maiden and that I am myself a gentleman. As such my lady, I am not as bold as to accept your offer. If we would have this discussion as we are now, I believe both our parties would be pleased, do you not?"

While Dormeria didn't resort to the use of the voice, Koil most certainly did, his voice charged with The Song, a subtle magic influencing others to join Koil in his opinion. If someone, even such as Dormeria who was familiar with the songs, would notice this was uncertain. After all, knowing how to use this charm was something else entirely than knowing to recognize when someone else was using it, much less resist it.

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Koil hated Physt so damn much. It was hot, it was dry, so far away from the land that saw his birth, the ideal temperature of the undersea paradise of Narxos, well, before the mist and the unseen came. He had came here 1 week earlier through the Eldrast station. He had been paid handsomely to bring pouches of expensive plants to Tiaquin, with a bonus to be on time. The bonus had been a formality of course, since no one thought he'd be able to board the train from Gestalt with contraband. A little song of diplomacy went a long way to make people more open to your ideas.

Right now he was in a so called 'Club'. People dancing, probably smoking whatever he had brought with him from the north and so forth. Koilembolon was in fact having a discussion with someone who had work for people like him it seemed, although the young man was extremely suspicious to say the least.

"So a snake witch."

"Yes, exactly, a cave not far from here and I need your help."

"This is suspicious."

"The money is real."

He threw a large pouch of gold on the table. Indeed real it was and this was why Koil worked, to amass resources for an expedition in the north. This was a lot of gold but he generally made his business through contacts or guilds. People asking for mercenaries like this were extremely unusual to say the least and he had seen this man speak to other people around the place before.

"There is something you are not telling me, land strider, and for this I do not trust you. I recommend you do business with a guild. It also intrigues me that you are looking for a single man."

The man smiled some more, a forced smile.

"It's a cave, small, not a whole lot of place for multiple people to maneuver, I don't want for people to get in each others way. And I'm new to this hiring business. Come on, this gold and the loot inside the cave split in two, no, you can keep two third of it even!"

"What loot."

"Statues of crystal."

"Statues of crystal... may I interrogate you about the provenance of those?"

He looked stressed.

"Magic."

Koil got up from his seat.

"Oh come now, she's a magician, but you're better are you not? And I'll cover you, I'm a decent archer, yes, I'll come with you, I wouldn't risk my life if I wasn't certain you can get the job done now would I?"

This didn't help the situation. Visibly this man was a bandit waiting for a pray to send to send to his companions. But still, even from this perspective... Grab the money, go to the place, slaughter them all for the loot they had stolen. It was possible, Koil had more than a few tricks up his sleeves. It would be a tough fight but not like being a wyvern's prey. Koil turned and took the gold.

"You will meet me tomorrow here where I will deliver the head of the creature. I'll go in alone."

He frowned.

"How do I know you'll not just take the gold and run?"

"One does not get an armor like mine without having the habit of honoring his duties. But if you doubt of me then I will leave your gold and may you find a more cooperative business partner."

"Nooononono, it is quite alright. Here is the map, it isn't that far from the city, watch out for magic and uh... try not to look at that creature in the eyes."

Koil turned around and left. This was shady, it was 100% certain the people inside this cavern would expect him and traps were possible, but a fish that expects the net could never be caught as they said. Behind him the man smiled. Either this hired help would kill Dormeria or, more likely, he'd be turned to stone and his part of the deal would be completed: Send an unsuspecting fool to her.

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The man had been right, it hadn't been far, in fact, it was still in the city, albeit deep in it. One would have to know his way to reach this place. Was he sent to murder someone? He had moral qualms about being an assassin, but this city... it disgusted him. Surely every living being in it was guilty of something or another. And so he entered. 'Don't look at it in the eyes'... This surprisingly wouldn't be much of a problem. The creature of the deep closed his eyes and sent a sound wave. It came back less than a second after... there was air movement, at least one tiny thing moving, and there were human forms, lots of them, but yet they created no sound and were still. Another echo. One of the form had moved! Koil turned in the direction it now was and as his sonar kept track of movement turned around with the thing.

"Creature, someone wants you dead and I have received payment to end your life... What say you?"

It was a calm voice, a soft tone, not menacing, quite melodious a sound in fact. Land Walkers were always surprised that such a sound could come from such a creature. Koil strengthened his grasp on his weapon, ready to strike at someone lounging at him. He kept on his feet, turning around somewhat, trying to fake that he couldn't exactly pin point his enemy or that his armor impaired his movements. Both were false.

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It is decided! I shall enter the Gorgon's lair.