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| Pyronide | Jun 26 2009, 07:53 AM Post #1 |
Uncontrolled Firestorm
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((OOC: First post ever. ... Sorry for the length. Will be considerably shorter from now on.)) Three weeks. Three long weeks at sea. ... Perhaps not as long for some. The vagabonds, drifting aboard the aged vessel which they called home, grew eager to return to their port, and drink themselves all the ale their bellies could muster. Yet, the night was ongoing, and many of the men had already retreated to their living quarters. Three of the men were wide awake, including the man at the crows nest. The other two, the ships captain, and the first mate, were dwelling at the wheel. The captain gazed out, sensing his second home was near, taking a deep sigh of peacefulness. "Do ya hear that Capt'n? ... The sea stills! ... We are drawin' near.", the first mate spoke quietly to his superior. The captain simply nodded, and said "Aye. Tis be gettin' close! Only a matter of time now." Quiet returns to the air, with nothing but the sea foam lightly crashing against the ship. For a short time, the first mate is distracted, looking back on a lone silhouetted figure at the base of the deck, curiously. Indeed, they were well aware of the fourth person on deck, who merely stood there, and gazed out at the sea,... almost aimlessly. The captain notices his first mates onlooking, and rests his hands at his back, saying, "No need ta stare at the passenger, Murdock. Th' man's none of yer concern." The first mate gazes back at his captain. He found it strange that the random passenger, who was neither pirate, nor sailor, would emerge from his quarters this time each night just to watch the sea. He heard very little about the man. He heard that the first week and a half, the man had undergone plenty of sea sickness, but now, he seemed to be stable, standing still like any pirate he has ever seen. He had also heard something about murder; that the man had killed a number of soldiers. Some say it was cold blood. Others say it was in his defense. ... And there was even a rumor about the man being some kind of a 'hunter', but from the stories that were told, that of which he hunted was amongst the most terrible of creatures. Unspeakable for even a pirate. He also knew that the men on the ship had little else to talk about in the span of three weeks, so rumor is rumor. "Sorry Capt'n. ... Its jus', don' ye find it strange that he be out at this hour each bloody night, just starin at the sea?" The ships captain was usually known for scolding his mates upon questions which seemed to irritate him so, but this particular question prompted him to reply otherwise. "Aye. Strange it may be. ... but each n' e'ry man must has sometin' they be seekin', whe'er it be a place fer rest, er a place fer escape! ... He be askin' the stars... just where 'is shaddered life shall take 'im! Where'er the wind may blow." Moments after the captains reply to his first mate, the yell came from the crows nest. They were approaching the cove, and quickly. The first mate was sent to awaken the men, as they scurried out of their quarters to prepare the ship for docking. (Pic of cavern:) Spoiler: click to toggle ... The sea air flowed through the mans nostrils. His eyes glued to the distant constellations, pondering them, and pondering his destination. It was a time ago when he left the shores of Cydon for the distant continent of Avalon. He was both relieved, and uneasy about his leave from Malignbourne. ... He had little choice however. He knew that if he stayed, it was only a matter of time that the regiment would find him, and kill him. This was the only way to assure that there was no trace of his presence on the continent. The ship drifted into the caverns, Pyronides celestial vision interrupted by the cavern walls. He now directed his attention toward the various noises coming from the interior of the caverns. The place of docking deep within the cavern system was lit with the torches of rambling swashbucklers and drunken vagabonds. The cavern walls echoes with festivity. As soon as the ship docked, and the ramp lowered, Pyronide nagivated his way towards the ramp. The captain approached the edge of his ship and shouted to him upon his descent, "Good Luck, Matey! ... Hope ya find what you're lookin' fer." Pyronide halted in his descent, and slowly turned around, giving a good glance toward the captain. He gave a smirk, giving a small, two fingered gesture,... somewhere between a salute and a simple flick of his hand. "... As long as nobody in armor comes lookin' for me, I've already found it!" ... Parting ways with the ship was a rapture, but Pyronide needed to regain his bearings at least. Perhaps the nearest tavern would suffice for such a relief. ... Pyronide had strange ways of eliminating sickness. Venturing through the pirate hideout, he felt eyes staring at him from every corner. He knew that travelling with pirates was messy business, but he knew how to defend himself in front of such. Approaching what appeared to be the tavern, the front door appeared to be so crowded to the point that Pyronide couldn't enter. Instead, he had to find a back door to the building. Making his way down an open alley, he approaches a door. Unfortunately, it is barred shut from the inside. The disgruntled Pyronide had to manage without a drink it seems. Upon making his way out of the alley, however,... four masked men made their way from the shadows, realizing that he was set up for an ambush,... and so soon after getting off the ship. He grinned slightly, considering this an easy situation to get out of. However, something caught him off guard. One of the four men spoke,... and managed to call out his alias. "Pyronide. We have been waiting for you!" A tinge of confusion reached across his brow. How was it possible? Someone on this continent knew his name. Not only that, but they expected him to come. What kind of trickery was this? ... Yet, in moments that the men emerged from the shadows, their apparel looked familiar. ... They weren't Ironclad, but they resembled another group he had unfortunate ties with. Perhaps the long ship-ride put an ocean between him and his main adversary, but there were still many others he had already forgotten about. Though, apparently, they didn't forget him. "Well, well, well,... if it isn't the Greater Path! ... You necromantic types have people everywhere, don't you. ..." Pyronide brushed off the sleeve of his cloak, and repositioned it, making his ready stance. "How's the cult doing these days" The leader of the group stepped forward and spoke: "We've come to send the personal regards of our master Mindosian" In the attempt to interrupt the leader, Pyronide placed his hand forward, in attempt to summon a ball of flame. However, his attempt failed completely. Where a mass of flaming fury was supposed to appear, ... nothing. ... Completely caught off-guard by his lack of casting ability, he attempted plan B: unsheath his weapon and do away with them the hard way. Instead, before he was able to take his weapon out, a fifth one managed to creep out of the darkness behind him, and cast a spell to send him unconscious. Pyronide fell to the ground, inable to move, and completely venerable. The men approached his subconscious body with sinister intent. ... Pyronide awoke, feeling initially dizzy. He found himself in the same place he had fallen. Except, there was something amiss. He felt,... lighter. As his consciousness came to, he realized that his equipment was taken from him: all of it. ... His cloak,... his weapon,... even his charms were gone. He rubbed his eyes, making his way to his feet slowly, realizing that the night had aged, and many were asleep. The darkness of the caverns made it hard for him to see, other than the few torches that were still lit. He attempted to summon a flame for his sight. Yet, when he attempted, it once again failed. Shocked and confused about all that had happened to him since he got off the ship, he begins to look about himself franticly. His equipment was gone, his magicks were not working, and he was on a continent he was unfamiliar with. ... A terrible first day, even for him. |
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| Raina | Jun 27 2009, 07:39 AM Post #2 |
The Rain does fall....
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Raina was walking through the streets of Pirates' Cove late at night. Mother would say that such a thing was not a good idea, and she would be right. But not many people were out this night and Raina had made many friends amongst the inhabitants here. It seemed they weren't used to having a young, innocent girl around and many instantly took to her. There were plenty of older, very much older, women around here that tended to her when they could and she had made many a friend of the pirates as well because she was a hard worker and could brighten even the worst of circumstances. Quite a few of the pirates had already let it be known that those who messed with her messed with them. Yet Mother had always said Raina had that influence on people. Many people looked at her like a daughter and often she was asked what she was doing in a place such as this. Raina had came in on a pirate's ship as a cook and laundry maid. Everyone on that ship had came to give her respect after seeing all the work she did because she would even help them out with cleaning the deck if she could. Yet the owner of the ship she had came in on recieved the flu upon arriving and had passed away, yet the crew had introduced her to their companions and most everyone knew her around there, or at least had heard of her. She worked in the basement of a pub, doing people's laundry and tended the sick. She even came up time to time to socialize with the pub's inhabitants, bringing them drinks and such. Yet even in a place such as this she still held tight to her innocence. She was still pure and fit for marriage, and she could also still find the best in people even if she had seen them at their worst. Raina was walking along the street, humming softly when she spotted a figure. As she got closer she began to notice that the figure seemed lost or disoriented... Was he alright? Raina scowled and walked up to him slowly, keeping her head down as Mother had taught her to do when first meeting someone. "Beg your pardons, sir, but I noticed you looked a little lost... Are you alright?" She then looked up at him and smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Did you spend a few extra hours in the pub, sir?" she said giggling. "If so, I would be happy to give you some help getting home... oh, and my name is Raina by the way..." |
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| Alosia | Jun 27 2009, 11:16 AM Post #3 |
what it means to burn
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Cutting a sliver of an apple off, Alosia slowly put it in her mouth. Chew. Swallow. She sat on a post, one knee up and her elbow holding the small blade propped against it. She cut another sliver off and ate it. It was the first good food she had managed to find in a while. At least it wasn't spoiled. What a horrid city. She hated Pirates' Cove and didn't know why she stayed. Maybe it was the because she was attracted to the nearby sea. Maybe it was because the alcohol and whores were very cheap. Maybe it was simply she had no where else to go. Alosia tilted her head back and stared at the night sky through the cove's entrance. So dark. The stars twinkled, out of reach. When she turned back to gazing at the street, she noticed a young girl walking. Quirking an eyebrow, she stared at her in confusion. She seemed completely out of place, so innocent looking... so clean looking. Alosia glanced down at herself. Her clothes needed a wash. Where the hell was she to do that? The salt in the sea would ruin it. She watched the girl as she walked and then as she stopped. She was looking down an ally and talking. Ah, that explained her walking alone in such a city so late at night. She was crazy. On closer inspection, Alosia noticed a boot. Oh, so there was someone else there. Tucking her almost butter knife away and taking a large bite from the apple, she tossed the core into the water and walked in the girl's direction. Chewing, she shoved her hands in her pockets and quietly leaned against the wall near the girl. She gazed down at the the disorientated looking man. "So... what's going on here?" |
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| Pyronide | Jun 28 2009, 03:28 PM Post #4 |
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Uncontrolled Firestorm
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The caverns were dark at almost all times of the day. However, the pub located near that cavernous docking point was close to a few corridors leading out to the main streets of Pirate Cove. Yet, the morning was still plenty early, and the faint light of the sun rising was not easy to notice from his vantage point. Pyronide was shocked and scorned by his lacking of personal effects. ... Out of all the things that could happen to him, aside of imprisonment or injury, knocking him unconscious and taking his equipment was a major step over the line, even for the Greater Path. His history with them was not lengthy, but like any cult or guild of shady characters, owing them favors or money was never a good thing, and he was well aware of this. ... but ambushing him and taking his weapon, his defenses, and his charms; all items necessary for his demon hunting and his survival in general; ... It seems like someone was just asking for a chin check. Despite the comments from the young woman who was offering to help, he rose to his feet and began gazing around his surroundings, his mind clearly set to the goal of discerning his next move. Perhaps his effects were missing, and his magicks were flawed, but he still knew a few minimal things about tracking. He searched the ground, trying to find any sort of remaining clues. However, he remembered that these men always tried to keep their tracks clean at any instance, so it seems that his efforts had failed already. To both of the newcomers, it would appear like he was being rather aimless, and confused. Finally, he looked to the young woman who managed to ask him if he was alright and give him her name. He found this slightly peculiar as to why a girl appearing so innocent was in the middle of a pirates haven, and appearing so jovial. He wasn't so sure he was in the state of mind to introduce himself to a little girl, but perhaps she may have been around just long enough to notice the direction of his attackers. He crouched down to her level, gazing directly into her eyes, and spoke hastily, while heavily trying to retain himself from expressing his resentment of the situation. "Nice to meet you Raina! ... Say! Did you see a few hooded men in dark clothing walk past here at all?" ... Amiss his questioning of the girl, he noticed that a second observer made their way in curiosity to see what was amiss. She also appeared as if she was not a pirate. Fortunately she was older, and Pyronide could only assume that she may have better info than the little girl. In a blitz of urgency, he completely neglects the little girl it seems, and approaches the blue-skinned female standing nearby. Despite hearing things about aquatic elf types on his travels, he has never actually met one. ... but there was little time to make a point of notice about it. "The ones wearing the emblem of a triad. With a tyrannical eye in the center. ... Where did you see them leave?" |
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| Alosia | Jun 29 2009, 09:44 AM Post #5 |
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what it means to burn
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Shivering, Alosia watched the man as he came seemingly back into consciousness... though he still appeared very lost looking. He sat up, a confused expression on his face and looked around. She noticed a very odd lack of well... anything on his being. Of course, he was clothed it just was the lack of anything personal that was so weird. Perhaps he were mugged? That would explain him laying in an ally. He didn't look drunk. She couldn't smell any alcohol on him. If he had been drinking, she would've noticed. What she did notice was some sort of dark magic remnants hanging on him and it made her feel suddenly uncomfortable. What had he gotten into? What was she getting into by coming over? She glanced around and saw no one, but still felt uneasy. The man stood and spoke to the girl, as if she were much younger then she were. Alosia rolled her eyes slightly and tilted her head back. Cloaked men? She didn't see any cloaked men, but of course... she rarely paid attention to anything. And then, she did just come from a bar. If it had happened before then... she wouldn't have seen anyway. She did though remember seeing some fairly suspcious types wearing cloaks that had a strange emblem she'd never seen before on them earlier in the day, sulking around in the bar she frequented. She overheard a bit of their conversation... they were waiting for someone, but when they realized she had been listening in, one gave her such a cold, mean look that she moved as far away from them as possible. Could those men be the ones this man spoke of to the girl? The man didn't seem to notice Alosia at first, but midway through him questioning the other girl, he caught her eyes. He didn't seem too shocked, like most of the sober men in the city did a first glance at her. She didn't feel like it were very odd... her being so near the water, it should have been obvious. But for some reason people seemed to think she shouldn't be in Pirate's Cove. Now the drunkards, on the other hand, very much enjoyed her presence. Alosia grimaced thinking about when in the bar earlier. Some men were such pigs, which was why she tended to ignored them for the fairer sex in most cases. She startled a bit, lost in her thoughts, when the man addressed her. She stared a few minutes and blinked. "Oh, no... I'm sorry, but I didn't see a thing." She paused, tapping her lip. "At least, not recently." |
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| Pyronide | Jun 30 2009, 11:08 AM Post #6 |
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Uncontrolled Firestorm
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Pyronide exchanged tense glances with Alosia, judging her response with a glint of pessimism. Of course she didn't see anything. Nobody did. Who in their right mind, other than Pyronide for the lack of care or worry about being mugged, would venture into an alleyway just to make notice of someone else getting mugged? ... Pyronide had never any excuse to worry about dark shadows of cities or anything of the such, because of his talents in combat, and the simple reason that he could conjure fire from almost nowhere. With a wide-eyed disbelief on his brow, he looked back to Raina, and then to Alosia once again. Then, as if the realization that he was completely stripped of his well-being had been boiling anger under the guise of his usual sly, Pyronide flails his arms at the air away from the both of them, screaming curse words at the top of his lungs with a fowl tone. Some of the curse words were well understood within the realm of the common language, by some of them seemed to be in a separate language. Something a tad more draconic in texture,... which was a dialect he had picked up in the profession of demon hunting. In his rage, he manages to kick over an already broken barrel, growling amiss his fit of fury. Never, in all of his days as a 'wanted' individual by various authority figures and organized syndicates, has anyone pulled this type of stunt on him before. ... And it was all because in the moment of its use, Pyronide could not conjure the necessary flame to fend off his attackers. Pyronide halted from his rage, almost abruptly. A scary realization! ... He gazed over toward one of the still lit torches, and ponders for but a second. From meters away, Pyronide extends his hands in the direction of the flame, and snaps his fingers. ... Nothing. Blinking in confusion, he tries again, wondering why the flame was not going out like he was intending it to. With each snap, the flame would remain lit, unwavering in the dark cavern. "C'mon!" He grunts, clearly building frustration over his inability to command the fire. To the two young women, it would appear as if he was showing symptoms of craziness, absolutely without an idea of what he was trying to accomplish. "C'mon, damnit!" Pyronide makes his way closer to the torch, examining it impatiently. He blows on the fire, wondering if he simply needed to change his method of control. Yet, neither did his ironic 'blow on the large fire and make it disappear' trick work. He gave it a few more tries, and still nothing. Then, without thinking, he falsely assumed that he at least retained the ability to stick his hand in the fire without burning anything. However, his attempt caused him to snap his hand back to his person in a fit of pain, and in exasperation of learning that absolutely all of his abilities as a pyromancer were utterly gone, he returned to his vile rage. This one was a bit shorter however. ... In the end, he found himself back against one of the interior walls of the cavern which was not far from everyones standing position, and in a loss of hope, allows himself to lower himself to the ground, back sliding against the smooth stone wall. His arms and legs grew limp amiss his descent into what clearly appeared to be the end of his phase of anger, and the beginning of what would seem to be a slightly more depressed phase. 'What a day.' ... was all he thought to himself. 'What a day'... Pyronide could never afford to solemnly show weakness by openly expressing sadness or depression, despite any situation. Instead, he treated all misfortune with the natural gift of sarcasm. It was the only emotion where he could show his distraught self, while keeping himself in the illusion that things could always be worse, and that redemption was a matter of willpower. Given the situation, however, things appeared to be the opposite. |
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| Alosia | Jun 30 2009, 11:54 AM Post #7 |
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what it means to burn
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Alosia took a step back. The man was going completely insane. Cursing at her and the little girl in a rage. Half the words she did not even understand, but she got the meaning behind them. He seemed pretty pissed. And seeing as both her and the girl had been no help, and it seemed as though he were desperately in need of help... She could understand. She just did not like it. She was not one to curse, so hearing them thrown so easily at her... it was odd. She actually felt bad. At some point, he stopped his rage and went to snapping his fingers. At what? She couldn't tell. When he went and tried to blow out a near by torch, something clicked. Fire? Did he have some control over fire? Or did he used to have some control over fire, actually, seeing as the flames still flickered as it should have despite his attempts to put it out. What could cause something like that? She felt a touch jealous. Her odd water/ice affliction... she could not seem to control at all. She could not figure out what triggered it. Sighing, she pushed off the wall and went towards the man, but he went into another rage causing her to take a step back and wait. She watched as the man slid to a limp sit on the ground. The wet ground. She felt some pity towards him, though he probably would not want it. Glancing at the girl, who seemed immobilized, she brushed past her and stood over the man. Was this a good idea? He seemed unstable. Since when did she even care? So odd. Maybe it was her brain telling her "time's up for being an asshole, time's ready for getting along". Who knew. She did not really have a conscious... so there were not any little voices in her head telling her to speak to the man, but it was just a feeling. In her stomach. Again, how odd. "Ok... so... are you alright? Are you needing a place to stay for now?" She paused. "I'd be willing to help you so long as you don't go off on me or something. I'm sick of that crap... " She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking down expectantly at the young man. |
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| Pyronide | Jun 30 2009, 12:34 PM Post #8 |
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Uncontrolled Firestorm
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As if awaking Pyronide from his submission into the limp state he currently was in now, he raised his head a bit to match Alosias. His eyes pondered. It was strange. Most people who try to get away from him after a fit of rage like that. ... To be truthful, that fit of rage seemed to be one of the biggest he has had in a while. After something like that, Pyronide is bound to feel a little loopy, but better in temper. The blue skinned girl remained however. What seemed a tad humorous in his mind even was the fact that amiss her questioning of his current state, she gave a verbal disclaimer against him trying to pick her up. He gave her a smirk. At least that little bit managed to cheer him a bit. ... She clearly showed a glimpse of youthful personality in her at that moment. Pyronide swallows a bit, and repositions himself. No longer appearing utterly limp, he was now sitting up, legs propped enough to allow his right knee to make a place for him to rest his right hand. He clears his throat, and brushes off his shoulder a bit, and straightens himself, surveying the aquatic elf. He made a failed attempt at a smile, while he began to spoke. "So... if you don't mind my asking, out of the blue." He began, giving a light flick of his hand by way of gesture ... "What is a young,... I guess I could say... 'elven' woman like you doing in the middle of a populated haven of thugs and cutthroats?" Upon questioning, his eyes creeped toward the other young woman, Raina. Perhaps it would have seemed smarter to ask the younger one, since she especially appeared to be 'out-of-place' in such a dangerous setting. She also seemed to be less the wandering type. At least, from Pyronides vantage, she didn't seem so. He returned interest to Alosia, silent questions brewing in his mind. Yet, his expression seemed much more mellow than it was 30 seconds ago. At least to Alosias point of view, his sanity would appear to have returned, thus may seem a bit more welcoming to converse with,... all within the understanding that he was still in the throes of diminished hope. |
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| Julian | Jul 1 2009, 03:53 AM Post #9 |
If eccentric is crazy, then I'm quite mad.
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((OOC: Hope you don't mind if I join a little late in the game here)) Above the three, away from the weak glow of the torches, one surveyed the young man. The faint glow of his pupils, flowing ominously above, as the charade below unfolded. This brought about a faint smile, which was obscured in the shadows, as the young mans enraged aura seeped through the air encircling him like a sweet scent. Jaquel could now understand why his counter took to stalking his prey so diligently in the past at this point. For seeing the flow of their emotions to events allowed the predator to know which string to cut away once it was time for a presence to be known. The one thing he had not counted on, after hearing of his target for the first time, was how weak this ‘Pyronide’ were. A simple snap of his fingers had sent him crashing against the wall and into unconsciousness. Jaquel wondered what would have happened had he placed more force into the telekinetic force, and more so were his vampire host aware the power had progressed as far. He could not recall a time Julian had used the force of the power beyond mere child’s play, but as of late his hosts mind had been silent as if awaiting something. No matter, Jaquel would take this time to have his own form of entertainment. One which now took the form of side jobs for a shaded figure he once knew when still possessing his own body. These were tasks that he wouldn’t be taking payment for as it were a repayment of a deed and promise made long ago. Though to Jaquel this ‘acquaintance’ had fallen near as far as he had in the years since that promise had been made, but demons could not back out of pacts no matter how they despised the form it would eventually take. Still watching his prey for now, Jaquel thought back while etching the ground with his Shadow dagger. Why had this man not fought back in a form he had been warned of, with flame and finesse? He recalled the stance and the state of shock when nothing appeared, almost as though silenced. Jaquel knew that none of the sect members he had accompanied possessed that power. Some of them could hardly summon the bones of the dead, but what they lacked in power they certainly made up in worship he figured. Even if they did possess such a power, of the charms that had been removed from Pyronide while unconscious several of them were to protect him from being restricted. “Hmmm, seems the lands do not recognize this one as worthy to yield such power,” he muttered to himself absently after taking note of Pyronides’ attempt to control the flame of the torch. “Seems I will need to be certain he does not…recover these too easily.” Having had a chance to experiment with the new blade his host had taken such a fancy to over this past month Jaquel knew that it possessed the power to track the shadow of whomever so long as it were pierced. This was something he had not taken the chance to do while Pyronide were unconscious. Standing to take aim he awaited the chance to make sure he would not miss the shadow, and hopefully do so without being noticed. Certainly it would be difficult to track someone if he could not freely move about in the day due to his hosts weakness after all. |
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| Alosia | Jul 1 2009, 04:41 AM Post #10 |
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what it means to burn
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Alosia felt suddenly very anxious. Gazing around, she saw nothing save for herself, the man, and the still unmoving girl. Why then did she have such a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach? It was akin to the when she realized the bit of dark magic remnants that hung on the man. She struggled to push it down and despite her best efforts, it did no such thing and lingered in the pit of her stomach making her feel nervous. She clasped her hands together in front of her to try and keep the nervous habits she hated so much from letting themselves appear. She did not want to seem too crazy, espeically after the man had calmed down from his apparent out of no where rage. She made herself smile a bit on the inside. Too crazy. Ha ha ha. She was not all that crazy? No, not really. Just sometimes. More so, though, it was just... her not caring much about anything at all. Her fingers itched and she glanced back out at the street. The night was midway through. It seemed like she had been standing near the once raging insanily to now sitting quietly man forever. Odd. The still seated man smirked at her, and she could not understand why. She tilted her head a bit, in wondering. He said nothing for a moment and then replied. She openly laughed at his comment. "I'm not as young as I appear, but thank you," she said with a smile. "And why I'm here? I would not know the initial reason for coming. I don't remember... but here, now?" She paused and tapped her lower lip in thought. "Probably just curiosity." She shrugged. "I am not sure if you feel it, too... but there is something strange here and I feel a bit uncomfortable..." she trailed off, a bit shocked at herself for admit such a thing to a seemingly complete stranger. "But again, I wonder... If you need a place to stay? Sorry if I sound too up front..." Nervously glancing around again to further her point. Alosia stared at the man, feeling a bit pathetic and more then a little hungry. She grimaced when he stomach rumbled. "Yea, and I am a bit too hungry for my liking as well.." |
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| Raina | Jul 1 2009, 05:59 AM Post #11 |
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The Rain does fall....
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Raina's stomach felt... well, queasy... It was the feeling she got when someone was watching her... or watching them, seeing as how she was not alone. She had grew up with her mother in the enchanted forest in avalon's northern lands and well, she had become accustomed to running into people who wanted to kill her. She knew how to avoid it though... She also knew what a human would do if he were going to kill you or harm you and this being that was watching them couldn't have been human... He was too careful. Raina walked up to the blue girl and the odd man silently and put one finger over her lips as if to signal for quiet. She looked around scanning the rooftops and such with her eyes but couldn't spot anything... it was one of the faults of being human. Raina spoke, her voice soft and barely audible. "Something is watching us... something not human..." She blushed when she remembered the blue girl, hoping that she had not offended her. "No offense, I merely meant that humans are hardly ever this careful.... barely ever this cautious...." Rain sighed and looked to the odd man who still did not have a name, and then to the girl who also remained nameless. What were they going to do? She didn't know... She had hidden and escaped from those who could kill her in the forest, and here as well, but then she was alone, never had she ever tried to protect herself and others as well. She wasn't sure if she could... at least not alone, but she knew that with their help they would all be fine... they had to be, right? She looked to the girl of blue, her eyes going from girlish innocence to a strong serious determination which made her look older. "I am sure you know this place better than I, since I have only been here a short while, so do you know anywhere close that we could go to lose this being? Or at least to stall him, or get somewhere safe, for a bit?" |
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| Pyronide | Jul 1 2009, 08:24 AM Post #12 |
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Uncontrolled Firestorm
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((OOC: You're not late at all! =) ... You're just in time!)) The pyromancer rose his eyebrows slightly to the references of 'something strange', and that something 'not human' was watching them. Sensing the anxiety building in both of his counterparts, Pyronide gave what could only be described as a foreboding grin; a glint of irony, interest, and eagerness. A little known fact about Pyronide was that, amongst his native abilities was the ability to detect the presence of demonic forces nearby, but strange as all of the recent events were, most of that ability seemed to have flown out the window with his pyromancy. The uneasy responses from both of them, especially Raina, seemed almost amusing to the hunter. If only they knew who he was, what he did for a living, and the type of forces he has been known to deal with. ... 'Welcome to my world.' his thoughts silently spoke. Paranoia was nothing new to the hunter. During his days in Malignbourne, Pyronide always felt as if someone or something had their eye or ears in his direction, at all times of the day, because as an anarchist against the tyrannical empire, he could not afford to lose those feelings of paranoia. They, more often than not, saved him from many a situation. Likewise, it was only personal knowledge that told him that the Greater Path must have had someone watching him prior to his leave from the ship, and even during the ambush, but only because he knew that was how people like the Greater Path functioned. The acquiring of their power had always required a bit of omnipresence. ... Still, the absolute whereabouts, and proven existence of any such onlooker was beyond their current scope, and if the laws of nature where still intact on this continent, it might just stay that way. "Is that so?" was Pyronides only response to the notion. If there was anything he learned, appearing oblivious by intention had the ability of making the prey become a hunter in disguise. He began to rise from his feet, brushing off his apparel, and speaking, "I'm not sure if you two have noticed, but... this is perhaps the most amazing place for privacy and personal safety, complete with pirates, diseased rats, and endless caverns filled with who knows what interesting creatures and things only imaginable to the nightmares of youth." After finishing his ironic, yet sarcastic rant, his expression mellowed a bit, as he raised his chin slightly, exchanging glance between the two, biding the silence for seconds on end. "If safety was that important to you, then perhaps you would have found a better place to wander than here. ..." He stood, his grin still intact on his expression. The torchlight glimmered on the left half of his face, painting a mysterious image of him at that moment, as he concluded, "You never know who you may find hiding in the shadows. ..." After a few periods of silence, Pyronide inhales deeply of the cavern air. The growing staleness told him that perhaps it was time to move on. Time to push away the ghosts of lost time, and make trek somewhere nearby; somewhere possibly away from the alley, or the caverns themselves. "The way I see it, if you have a place to stay, or a place to escape, then I'd say... lets leave this filth-infested haven and make small-talk elsewhere." Being the first to move from his position, he walked forward, judging his visible surroundings in search for the exit. The process of this was a tad slower, given he could not cast a visible light. ... Perhaps the greatest question that needed answering at this time was... why did his abilities suddenly stop working? The only estimation to him was that either he had not used any of them during the long ship travel to the continent, or something about the continent itself had an effect on his natural ability to cast and control flame. If so, he would have to understand how magick managed to function in this place, whether it be something so simple as another frequency of thought, or something so complex as a complete re-learning of his abilities. He only hoped the truth was not the latter. |
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| Julian | Jul 1 2009, 02:29 PM Post #13 |
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If eccentric is crazy, then I'm quite mad.
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A sneer in the shadows occurred as the tide of emotion swayed and ultimately changed. Narrowing his eyes to better understand why he spied what appeared to be one of elvaan decent, and another which he recalled from a chance encounter in the cemetery. Though it had been only a fleeting moment, the scent of the graveyard still entwined with her was unmistakable. Both obviously had some wild instinct about them that caught a hint of danger, but Pyronide was the last to catch on. Rather it seemed had no word been said he wouldn't have been the wiser. This would complicate things, and Jaquel weren't sure if he wanted his prey to know the predator just yet. Slipping the bladed edge into a make-shift holster at his hip he crouched down once more. It seemed that neither the elf nor the other, human by appearance and scent, could trace his location. Pyronide on the other hand seemed to be rather arrogant and obstinate in his demeanor. What this one meant to Jaquels old acquaintance wasn't clear, nor had he thought to ask. Only the details that he needed to know were given, one of which clearly told him that getting close would be difficult. However in the current state Jaquel wasn't sure just yet if it applied any longer. Certainly if it did wouldn't it have been Pyronide to first detect his presence, rather then an ominous instinctive nature picking up on it? Truth be told most never understood that he, Jaquel, were a separate entity that only shared possession of this body. Normally they were just dismissed as a vampire who simply had lost their wit, but that was easier to digest then the truth wasn't it? “To dare draw near, or stay afar….” He wondered aloud in not but a whisper, for any louder would echo down, “…t’would ask thee if only ye weren’t so aloof.” A sigh escaped him as he pondered this, the question based to his host who no longer paid any attention to happenings about them it seemed. With out definitive proof, Jaquel wasn’t sure he wished to appear under the guise of ‘friend’ to Pyronide. Though there was no visible trace to his clothing that linked him to the cult, if Pyronide could still even remotely sense the obscure presence then it was possible he could also recall familiarity to it also. For the time being he would have to simply observe the unfolding of events; search for clues to confirm or deny this so that he could plan when to attune the dagger to his preys shadow before it were too late. |
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| Alosia | Jul 2 2009, 07:24 AM Post #14 |
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what it means to burn
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Alosia could not help but roll her eyes. Arrogance was not becoming and it immediately put her off that he assumed this thing that made her feel so uncomfortable was even remotely akin to pirates and disease-infested rats. And who ever said she came here for safety? It wasn't like some weird malevolent force made her come here seeking shelter, like the current one that was making her want to run. She came here because she had no where else to go and figured a city full of criminals was just as well for her. She looked down on her luck, she looked poor. She wore loose clothes that did not at all look seductive. No man spoke to her, save in a drunken rant. She was a safe as one could hope in such a place. She felt the need to promptly correct him, but held her tongue not feeling like an argument would be the best in the current situation. She stood and took a few steps back, glancing at the younger girl. She felt appreciative with her agreement to the strange presence in the ally. If anything, she figured she would feel a bit better if they started moving. They. God, she had clumped herself. Normally, she never investigated. Normally, she was not so nosy. It kept her out of trouble and after years of that, she was a bit tired of it. She needed to start growing up. Maybe. Or at least stop getting involved in such things that ended her up in a jail cell. She watched for a minute as the man stepped out of the ally and into the empty street. He spoke about going and she agreed, stepping after him. She did not know if any of the places in Pirate's Cove she felt somewhat safe in would actually be adequate for real in danger safety, but unless the other girl spoke up... There was not much else to do unless standing in the middle of a street in the dead of night was their idea of 'safe'. "I have been staying at this one Inn down the street for several weeks now... And have not had any trouble. The room is on the top floor... of well, two... but still. I suppose that would be a decent amount of privacy?" |
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| Pyronide | Jul 2 2009, 11:55 AM Post #15 |
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Uncontrolled Firestorm
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Gazing amongst his choices of direction, Pyronide judged that perhaps away from the docks was the best place to avoid a crowd of negative intention. Glancing back to Alosia, he pondered her suggestion with a bit of distaste for the idea of lingering in the current establishment of disreputable tramps and thieves. Yet, he wondered if escaping to a place nowhere in the binds of Pirates Cove was an option at this point. Despite their current lack of options however, Pyronide felt an impatience in his gut. Although he was standing, and without injury, his most treasured items were nowhere to be found, and there grew a burning incentive not to rest. Pyronide had the entire travel by sea to rest and do little to his amusement, and by the judgement of things, he felt the need to act upon his gut, and start his scouting and trail of retribution as of the very moment he was standing. There was nothing achieved by sitting in one place, and for a man of action, that seemed to be the less attractive option. Taverns were all the same. Lofts were all the same. High-rises were all the same. ... It has been a deal of time before he has stayed at any of them. Pyronide simply preferred the idea of travel. There was very little he understood about this continent, and the better to explore, the better to understand its terrain and its inhabitants. Yet, the night was fully present in the air, and the time to rest was also. Believe it or not, being knocked or submitted into unconsciousness did not exactly constitute for 'sleep'. Pyronide felt readied, but to what he judged would be a long day ahead of him, perhaps tying all the loose ends on any form of drowsiness might pose a benefit. "I'm not sure my stay will be very long, but I thankfully accept the gesture." he spoke a tad more solemnly than seconds earlier. His sense of arrogance was usually a momentary thing. Usually, Pyronide did not see his arrogance as a useless bushel of thorns. There was always a positive side to invoking an outspoken demeanor, and those who found it at a distaste could either tolerate him, or burden themselves with the lack thereof. As for the strange tingle down the spine of all at that moment over the fabled presence of a fourth onlooker, Pyronide left himself open to suspicion. To him, there wasn't any betterment of the situation by pointing out in a fit of anxiety. If there indeed was another watching them, let them watch. Let them wonder, and let them judge accordingly. Pyronide had little to hide anyhow, only so much could be accounted for less of confrontation. Pyronide silently brushed off a layer of dust from his shoulder, glancing down the street in the direction of the docks, and then gazed off in the opposite direction; a better destination. He tilted his head upward, straightening his stance a bit. "Shall we move on then?" |
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