Gwen shuffles uneasily, but doesn't move. Slowly, she lifts her legs over the branch, turning herself around in order to better watch the wolves. A silver-gray feather drifts from one of her sleeves.
The three black wolves scrutinize Aces every move, as if perhaps awaiting a treat. Once the hand of the person of yet undisclosed gender reaches into their cloak, the center wolf curls its lip to expose three sets of canine teeth. It's eyes now seem oddly enhanced, a narrowed glare that depicts more than animal intellect. It's new demeanor is noted by the wolf to its right and accordingly breaks off from the three, circling around and taking a standing position to Aces left. The lead wolf continues to snarl, its glare fixed upon Ace's eyes. The wolf to its left remains in its former state of scrutiny for Ace.
Ace freezes, standing statue-still, eyes carefully roving over the wolves. Finally, they withdraw their hand, letting their fingers drop to show that nothing is in it.
The white wolf is attentive, watching Aella's every move. Once she takes a step back, it flares its nostrils, raises its snout, eyes narrowing slightly while analysing the girls scent. It now seems... uninterested in Aella as it back-steps, disappearing into the darkness beyond the threshold.
Aella looked at the doorway the wolf went back into for a bit before turning away and starting to explore about the town of Waise, taking in the information around her. She occasionally glances behind her and all the while analyzing the air for smells and sounds, just in case the wolf was following her. Her bow is gripped ready in one hand at her side.
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Renard felt weak. It was as if his very soul was trying to tear itself out of his body. No way he could start any more fights in his current state. There would be repercussions for having recovered so quickly-- but it was also likely a blessing, because if he had tried stabbing himself while he was still alive, it would instead have fragmented him a second time, thus creating another unwanted copy of him.
Shuddering at the mere thought of this, he turns to look at the sword that had come to rest in front of the man who had barged in a few minutes ago. That was definitely his friend Ariel; he'd seen him briefly while he was dead, after all.
'So wait,' he thinks to himself. 'Who was...'
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ariel's body inconspicuously leaving through a door. Blasted.
Renard's mental to-do list becomes larger every second. It seemed to him that every minute he spent in this place, something important would happen and he would make a new enemy. First, that band of murderers, though he'd largely forgotten what they'd done, second, that dragon, though its victim somehow got up and walked away, and third, that beast who had killed him. He would have to take care of them all sooner or later, though the reason for his strange obligation to do so is yet to be known to even himself. There was also the matter of finding both that one little girl and Maras, but he hadn't the faintest clue about where any of them were.
Absent-mindedly patting his back for his triple-barrelled flintlock pistol, he squints at the man in front of him. He was somewhat familiar-- the face, the voice... had he met this person before?
"Nice to meet you," he says, straining his voice as he continues to look for his gun. "The name's Renard, master engineer, etcetera, etcetera..."
He finally comes to a realisation, looking back at the door where Ariel's body had escaped through.
"He's got my damn gun...!" he shouts, wide-eyed. "Look, you," he says, pointing at the man, "I dunno what you did, but you better take responsibility and help me exorcise the whats-it in my friend's body."
Ezmond almost had himself some sort of heart failure when Ariels swords came flying at him and you can imagine his relief when the point of blade came to a stop just a fleas lick from his chest. He swiped that ol straw hat from his head as a matter of respectful thanksgiving and stretched out his hand to greet Renard.
“You can call me Ezmond!” He introduces himself with a mighty fine smile; “The greatest wizard who ever lived – And hot diggity damn, I hereby stand in your debt! If an exorcism is what ya want, then by golly I'm your man!”
Vernon throws a glance down the hallway at Ki, then regards Ei with a look of obvious assurance.
"Call me Vernon. Should I be feeling pleased to see you again at this point?" He was obviously referring to the fact that his mission was not yet complete, but he now looks to Boris who has made no small measure of bringing attention to his presence as he stomps heavily to a close in front of the young and frightened dragon. He waits for Boris to declare his intentions to Chisille before responding.
"Careful there, lad. Try not to spook those you aim to protect." He looks back past Betty, and raises his hand at Chisille in a calming gesture. "Don't worry, he's no threat to you, Darl'n." His voice is smooth and mildly sedative. If Chisille was provoked by Boris' outburst, she would have no doubt been strangely set at ease by Vernon's voice.
While Annie continues to stare at Vernon as though he were a fascinating painting on a wall, Vernon speaks once again with Ei. His tone of voice is now... peculiarly seductive. ...Bewitching. Ei would most likely find his suggestion near impossible to refuse:
"Speaking of chats, I would like to have a private one with you...." His eyes turn to Annie; "...and Anne of the Redferne. Follow me."
As he walks down the hallway toward the entrance to dining room, he raises his voice in an unnaturally spellbinding, persuasive manner to all others present in the hallway. "The rest of you remain here."
Vernon enters the empty dining room and awaits Ei and Annie to join him.
Chisille's pondering over the source of the familiar smell she could detect was suddenly and loudly disrupted by Boris, who upon spotting her marched heavily over towards where she was hiding. Of course, such loud and direct behavior would immediately be thought of as aggressive by little Chisille, so her draconic instincts were to immediately run or fight the man.
Though instead of either of those options, she decided to stay put. Even when scared by Boris' behavior, she remembered that not only was she already behind someone who would be very willing to stop him, but running would mean getting lost once more. However she wasn't perfectly fine with all of this either. Whether she really knew it or not her tail had started quivering, visible to everyone. If Boris were to come even closer and frighten her more, it would be very likely that she would lash out with the bloodied spike on the end of it. The flames heating up within her chest was just in case that didn't work.
Thankfully for Boris, Chisille's defensive stance relaxed once Vernon's calming spell takes effect on her mind. Her tail stopped it's nervous quivering and her dragon fire cooled off in her belly. A light sigh escaped from her mouth. "More mind stuff... why me all the time..." she muttered to herself, looking away from everyone else as she said so.
After a short pause, she looked back up at Boris. Even though he was still acting scary, Chisille's current state of mind allowed her to answer his question, however because of what she had already decided upon, she figured it wouldn't be a good idea to tell him. Not only because it would get another human killed because of her, but it would also lead them straight to the one that would tell all about her murdering Fin. She cleared her throat. "None hurt me. Was my fault. Got scratched badly by thing." she lied.
Betty couldn’t do or say all that much about anything at all for the remaining journey to the hallway. She kept her disloyal trap shut and didn’t say a gosh word as the others became acquainted with each other, and she only just found herself mighty dazzled by Vernon's cool intervention in regards to Boris and little Chissy.
As much as Betty hated to admit it, this Vernon character was looking more attractive by the minute, and what with all his charismatic and spellbinding words, she just couldn’t help but feel a little more than enamored by the creepy man. As he walked on off towards dining room, she finally founds the words ‘Yes sir!’ to say as she watched his fine butt strut its stuff down the hall until it disappeared around the corner.
A cows hot diggity damn purpose!
It’s not always easy being a cow! To be totally honest, a cow’s life can be very strenuous. Now that’s not to say the everyday routine of getting milked and all that fatten-me-up grazing out there in the field doesn’t have its calming perks, but the fact of the matter remains that the constant, nagging fear that at any moment they could be taken away to some slaughterhouse tends to get a gosh darn cow a little stressed out. So, let it be known right now, when the nice ol farmers in charge of a cows care, and who are also a cows sole sense of any security they may have to hold into in life suddenly disappear one day, all this stress gets a little too much to handle. It’s enough to make an udder sore and a fine glass of milk real sour.
The trouble all started a few days back when their favorite little farm girl, Betty, vanished without a trace. Now, cows ain’t stupid and after a little moo-moo chatter among themselves it was optimistically decided that Betty must have just gone off to some friends place to sleep over or something like that, but when the big farm boss, Ezmond, went and got himself vanished a day or two after that, well, the cows lost all sense stability! A whole big uproar took place and Daisy May, the most respected of all the gosh darn cows on the entire farm, decided that the best thing to do in this situation was to hold a meeting in the barn. Clearly.
It wasn’t just the cows and sexy stud bulls that turned up for this meeting - every gosh darn sheep, goat, pig and horse turned up for the meeting as well, each and every one of em wanting their own say on the matter heard. After a whole lotta discussion, debate and careful reasoning, a mutual decision among all them ungulate’s was made: If their lives were to return to a less stressful level, they had to find a way to reach Betty and Ezmond and bring em on back to the farm. Pretty hot diggity damn soon a plan of action was set into motion!
Fences were broken and crops were trampled as the 300 odd ungulate members of the committee stampeded their way to the house where they broke down the front door and started their rampaging search for clues as to where Betty and Ezmond might have gone off to. Pretty soon, after the house was almost demolished, Ezmond’s wizard lab was found in the basement, and right smack dab in the center of that room an open portal was discovered. Now, you might be think’n that cow, or even less a cute lil piggy, might not even know what a portal is, but you should never underestimates an animal’s intelligence. It was a widely known fact, after all - if not just hearsay and rumor - that Ezmond dabbled in a bit of magic now and then, so it didn’t take too long for them farm dwelling intellects to surmise that this portal might have just been the clue they’d all been looking for.
After sucking up their courage, most of them feeling kinda anxious to find out what weird-butt adventure awaited them on the side, Daisy May led her committee; all them farm animals filing one by one through the gosh darn portal….
Ezmond almost had himself some sort of heart failure when Ariels swords came flying at him and you can imagine his relief when the point of blade came to a stop just a fleas lick from his chest. He swiped that ol straw hat from his head as a matter of respectful thanksgiving and stretched out his hand to greet Renard.
“You can call me Ezmond!” He introduces himself with a mighty fine smile; “The greatest wizard who ever lived – And hot diggity damn, I hereby stand in your debt! If an exorcism is what ya want, then by golly I'm your man!”
Taken aback by the man's strange accent for a second, Renard hesitates before shaking Ezmond's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. 'greatest wizard who ever lived'," he says wryly. "It's decided, then. I'll take lead for now, then, if you're as competent as you say you are, you can go work your magic on the entity."
Renard turns his back on Ezmond quickly, mostly to hide the confusion on his face. He had only heard the man's strange way of speaking at least once in his lifetime, and it was quite recent to boot. Nevertheless, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and pushed on with the man at his back, going through the door that Ariel's body had snuck through.
Vernon throws a glance down the hallway at Ki, then regards Ei with a look of obvious assurance.
"Call me Vernon. Should I be feeling pleased to see you again at this point?" He was obviously referring to the fact that his mission was not yet complete, but he now looks to Boris who has made no small measure of bringing attention to his presence as he stomps heavily to a close in front of the young and frightened dragon. He waits for Boris to declare his intentions to Chisille before responding.
"Careful there, lad. Try not to spook those you aim to protect." He looks back past Betty, and raises his hand at Chisille in a calming gesture. "Don't worry, he's no threat to you, Darl'n." His voice is smooth and mildly sedative. If Chisille was provoked by Boris' outburst, she would have no doubt been strangely set at ease by Vernon's voice.
While Annie continues to stare at Vernon as though he were a fascinating painting on a wall, Vernon speaks once again with Ei. His tone of voice is now... peculiarly seductive. ...Bewitching. Ei would most likely find his suggestion near impossible to refuse:
"Speaking of chats, I would like to have a private one with you...." His eyes turn to Annie; "...and Anne of the Redferne. Follow me."
As he walks down the hallway toward the entrance to dining room, he raises his voice in an unnaturally spellbinding, persuasive manner to all others present in the hallway. "The rest of you remain here."
Vernon enters the empty dining room and awaits Ei and Annie to join him.
Ei sighs. "You haven't finished what I had you do yet, but Ki still lives so all is fine I suppose." She says, glancing at Ki while Vernon attempts to calm Boris.
Then Vernon speaks again, suggesting Ei and Annie follow him. Ei looks at Annie to see how she responds.
"I think it's best we follow him, see what he has to say. After all, if he is a threat to us he can be dealt with, no?" Ei says, waiting for Annie to head to the Dining Room to follow her.
"Damnit!" 'Silas' yells. "The barrier was stronger than I thought... it managed to scramble the connection!" Wasting no time, he starts trugding through the sewage, trying to locate a way out. "Fortunately the host can disable its olfactory glands..."
After a long while of trugding through the sewage, Silas arrives at a ladder leading up, but to where does it lead?
Ei sighs. "You haven't finished what I had you do yet, but Ki still lives so all is fine I suppose." She says, glancing at Ki while Vernon attempts to calm Boris.
Then Vernon speaks again, suggesting Ei and Annie follow him. Ei looks at Annie to see how she responds.
"I think it's best we follow him, see what he has to say. After all, if he is a threat to us he can be dealt with, no?" Ei says, waiting for Annie to head to the Dining Room to follow her.
After a long while of trugding through the sewage, Silas arrives at a ladder leading up, but to where does it lead?
'Silas' gratefully takes the ladder and climbs up it into the unknown above.
"Well, at least that's something."
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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Gwen shuffles uneasily, but doesn't move. Slowly, she lifts her legs over the branch, turning herself around in order to better watch the wolves. A silver-gray feather drifts from one of her sleeves.
The lips of the snarling wolf fold back over to hide its teeth, though its eyes remained narrowed. It now seems to be inquisitive, angling its head sideways to watch the feather drift from Gwen's sleeve. The other two wolves, still positioned on either side of her, remain quietly watchful, paying no mind to the feather. It is in this moment that Gwen becomes aware of another presence, made known only by a shot of warm breath against her cheek. The breath of the invisible entity carries with it the stench decayed flesh.
Ace freezes, standing statue-still, eyes carefully roving over the wolves. Finally, they withdraw their hand, letting their fingers drop to show that nothing is in it.
The lead wolf rises to all fours. It's tail sways to one side and back, not completing a full wag while it continues to snarl at Ace. The wolf on its left remains seated, unchanging. The wolf to Ace's left shuffles a foot closer, lowering its head, eyes rolled up at her as a low reverberating growl escapes its mouth. The shadow of a raven flickers over Ace, making itself known as it circles overhead. If Ace is thinking, this of itself would seem peculiar, for the morning sun is still low in the sky and could not be responsible for casting shadow from above.
Jord kept watching the wolves, ready for any strike they might make. Suddenly he realized that the wolves seemed smarter than ordinary wolves, and thought it might be better to try to communicate with them rather than trying to find them. "Good boys," he said, "now stay while I go find something to eat." He said as he attempted to pass the wolves.
The ears of all three wolves shift and tweak at Jord's words, listening intently. The wolves on either side of Jord follow alongside him while the lead wolf moves to block his path when he attempts to pass them by. The lead wolf then raises its head in an exerted manner, as if maybe it were attempting to pick up the scent of distant food.
It is now that Jord becomes aware of a fourth presence, made known by what could have possibly been a hand pressing gently down on Jord's shoulder from behind. The contact is accompanied by a shot of warm breath on his neck, the smell of decayed flesh, and a deep, decrepitude voice.
Ei sighs. "You haven't finished what I had you do yet, but Ki still lives so all is fine I suppose." She says, glancing at Ki while Vernon attempts to calm Boris.
Then Vernon speaks again, suggesting Ei and Annie follow him. Ei looks at Annie to see how she responds.
"I think it's best we follow him, see what he has to say. After all, if he is a threat to us he can be dealt with, no?" Ei says, waiting for Annie to head to the Dining Room to follow her.
Annie's interest is still captured by Vernon, watching his every move with deep interest. Not one of those affected by his spellbinding words, she is nevertheless willing to follow him.
She gives Ei a glance, stating; "He smells like me." and starts her short trek down the hallway. Passing Jack along the way, she provides him a flirtatious wink while biting her lip. She then enters the dining room to face Vernon, checks over her shoulder to ensure Ei has followed.
Vernon has his arms nonchalantly folded, back rested against the far wall of the room. He wears an emotionless face.
Annie's interest is still captured by Vernon, watching his every move with deep interest. Not one of those affected by his spellbinding words, she is nevertheless willing to follow him.
She gives Ei a glance, stating; "He smells like me." and starts her short trek down the hallway. Passing Jack along the way, she provides him a flirtatious wink while biting her lip. She then enters the dining room to face Vernon, checks over her shoulder to ensure Ei has followed.
Vernon has his arms nonchalantly folded, back rested against the far wall of the room. He wears an emotionless face.
Ei, as promised, follows Annie into the dining room, glaring at Jack as she passes him. "Smells like you?" Ei asks Annie, slightly confused. "How do you know that? Besides, why would he smell like you in the first place?"
As Ei enters the dining room after Annie does, she pulls the door closed behind them to ensure those outside don't get to hear the conversation going on. "So, you wanted to speak to us, Vernon?"
The lips of the snarling wolf fold back over to hide its teeth, though its eyes remained narrowed. It now seems to be inquisitive, angling its head sideways to watch the feather drift from Gwen's sleeve. The other two wolves, still positioned on either side of her, remain quietly watchful, paying no mind to the feather. It is in this moment that Gwen becomes aware of another presence, made known only by a shot of warm breath against her cheek. The breath of the invisible entity carries with it the stench decayed flesh.
Gwen stiffens, her shoulders tensing and her fingers digging into the wood she sits on.
With a sharp crunch, her boots hit the ground. She darts between the wolves with the speed of a bird in flight, arms outstretched as though to catch the air. A high-pitched whistle leaks through her gritted teeth as she runs.
The lead wolf rises to all fours. It's tail sways to one side and back, not completing a full wag while it continues to snarl at Ace. The wolf on its left remains seated, unchanging. The wolf to Ace's left shuffles a foot closer, lowering its head, eyes rolled up at her as a low reverberating growl escapes its mouth. The shadow of a raven flickers over Ace, making itself known as it circles overhead. If Ace is thinking, this of itself would seem peculiar, for the morning sun is still low in the sky and could not be responsible for casting shadow from above.
Ace stares blankly at the wolves, letting their arms fall to their sides. Their eyes calmly slide from the wolves to the shadow and back again. "What are you here for?" they ask, flatly.
When the group reached Ei, Annie, Jack and whoever else was still within viewing distance, Chisille changed her position from next to Betty to behind her instead. Too many new others stood before her, including Vernon. She caught a strong whiff of someone that smelt oddly familiar, even though she didn't recognize anyone directly before her. In between her nervous glances and constant checks of the others behavior, she narrowed the scent down to two individuals. The cloak wearing Annie, or Ei.
Chisille couldn't quite pinpoint when or where she recognized the scent from previously, and she was not feeling brave enough to figure out which of the pair was the culprit either.
As Vernon, Annie, and Ei talk, Jack shifts his focus to the recently arrived Betty and Chisille. Both individuals he had could recognize, though he hadn't seen them together before; given the farm girl's apparent afffinity for animals- or whatever one might call that summoning magic she used- and the way Chisille hid behind Betty, Jack's best guess was that the latter had somehow managed to befriend the former. A surprise, to say the least; human-dragon relations didn't exactly have a reputation of being particularly friendly.
Boris steps up beside Bob, smiling broad at the kitten in his arms. "Awwww... that sure is a cute little cat. I wish I had a cat just like that."
Then Boris' attention is drawn to the young dragon hiding behind Betty. He recognized the dragon from dinner, and was happy to see it, but he didn't recognize Betty, Vernon or Ei. Annie of course was till being her very naughty self, but Boris for some reason didn't feel like begrudging her at that moment. It was possible all the many things taking place, plus the joy of seeing the dragon, was overriding his disdain for the girl.
Unfortunately, as Boris angled his head to take a better look at the dragon, he noticed the bloody bandage around her tail. Someone had hurt the little dragon! His heart suddenly sunk in his chest as his jaws clenched shut and teeth began to grind. The sound of the grinding was kinda loud as his blood pressure caused his eyes to bleed red with fury. His hands became white-knuckled fists as he then broke from his stance and strode towards the Farm girl and dragon. Paying no consideration to the conversation between the others, his feet stomp heavily into place as he stops a meter from Betty and Chisille, and raises his voice to demand answers.
"Who hurt you, baby dragon?! BORIS CRUSH THEIR SKULL!"
Jack noticed Boris observing Chisille as the man noticed the dragon's wound. He took a few steps back as he watched the expression on Boris's face twist from one of happiness into one of rage, his heavy steps practically shaking the hallway as he stomped over towards the farm girl and the dragon. This, of course, followed by a shouted declaration of vengance.
Vernon throws a glance down the hallway at Ki, then regards Ei with a look of obvious assurance.
"Call me Vernon. Should I be feeling pleased to see you again at this point?" He was obviously referring to the fact that his mission was not yet complete, but he now looks to Boris who has made no small measure of bringing attention to his presence as he stomps heavily to a close in front of the young and frightened dragon. He waits for Boris to declare his intentions to Chisille before responding.
"Careful there, lad. Try not to spook those you aim to protect." He looks back past Betty, and raises his hand at Chisille in a calming gesture. "Don't worry, he's no threat to you, Darl'n." His voice is smooth and mildly sedative. If Chisille was provoked by Boris' outburst, she would have no doubt been strangely set at ease by Vernon's voice.
While Annie continues to stare at Vernon as though he were a fascinating painting on a wall, Vernon speaks once again with Ei. His tone of voice is now... peculiarly seductive. ...Bewitching. Ei would most likely find his suggestion near impossible to refuse:
"Speaking of chats, I would like to have a private one with you...." His eyes turn to Annie; "...and Anne of the Redferne. Follow me."
As he walks down the hallway toward the entrance to dining room, he raises his voice in an unnaturally spellbinding, persuasive manner to all others present in the hallway. "The rest of you remain here."
Vernon enters the empty dining room and awaits Ei and Annie to join him.
Jack moved to try to calm Boris, but Vernon seemed to have covered that before he could get to Boris, let alone figure out the right thing to say. Jack simply watched and listened as he spoke to Chisille, followed by Ei and Annie. There was something about his voice, and indeed his presence in general, that felt odd to Jack; in a way, it was similar to the feeling that the presence of the robed cultists had given him before. However, while their presence gave off a sense of anxiety, fear, and, to some degree, hostility, Vernon's was... calming.
Given the way others seemed to react to his words, Jack guessed he wasn't the only one who felt that presence of serenity. Whether it was a genuine reflection of Vernon's nature or merely a charismatic facade, only time could tell.
Annie's interest is still captured by Vernon, watching his every move with deep interest. Not one of those affected by his spellbinding words, she is nevertheless willing to follow him.
She gives Ei a glance, stating; "He smells like me." and starts her short trek down the hallway. Passing Jack along the way, she provides him a flirtatious wink while biting her lip. She then enters the dining room to face Vernon, checks over her shoulder to ensure Ei has followed.
Ei, as promised, follows Annie into the dining room, glaring at Jack as she passes him. "Smells like you?" Ei asks Annie, slightly confused. "How do you know that? Besides, why would he smell like you in the first place?"
As Ei enters the dining room after Annie does, she pulls the door closed behind them to ensure those outside don't get to hear the conversation going on. "So, you wanted to speak to us, Vernon?"
Jack watches Annie as she follows Vernon into the dining room, his face stricken with what could best be described as a mixture of a blank expression and something halfway between confusion and contemplation. To say the least, he was unsure what to make of Annie's actions.
He tries to avoid looking at Ei's face as she glares at him, silently lifting his helmet and putting it back on, covering the upper half of his face in the process.
As the two reach the dining room, Jack turns to the others nearby, stating, "Well, this has been an... interesting... turn of events."
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"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
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Chisille's pondering over the source of the familiar smell she could detect was suddenly and loudly disrupted by Boris, who upon spotting her marched heavily over towards where she was hiding. Of course, such loud and direct behavior would immediately be thought of as aggressive by little Chisille, so her draconic instincts were to immediately run or fight the man.
Though instead of either of those options, she decided to stay put. Even when scared by Boris' behavior, she remembered that not only was she already behind someone who would be very willing to stop him, but running would mean getting lost once more. However she wasn't perfectly fine with all of this either. Whether she really knew it or not her tail had started quivering, visible to everyone. If Boris were to come even closer and frighten her more, it would be very likely that she would lash out with the bloodied spike on the end of it. The flames heating up within her chest was just in case that didn't work.
Thankfully for Boris, Chisille's defensive stance relaxed once Vernon's calming spell takes effect on her mind. Her tail stopped it's nervous quivering and her dragon fire cooled off in her belly. A light sigh escaped from her mouth. "More mind stuff... why me all the time..." she muttered to herself, looking away from everyone else as she said so.
After a short pause, she looked back up at Boris. Even though he was still acting scary, Chisille's current state of mind allowed her to answer his question, however because of what she had already decided upon, she figured it wouldn't be a good idea to tell him. Not only because it would get another human killed because of her, but it would also lead them straight to the one that would tell all about her murdering Fin. She cleared her throat. "None hurt me. Was my fault. Got scratched badly by thing." she lied.
Boris, not wanting to follow Vernon and not really effected by his words anyway, smiles really broad at the little dragon, to the point that he almost looks a little goofy. He stoops down with his hands on his knees, and stares with that smile at her.
"Boris sure wouldn't blame anything bad on a little dragon like you." He pauses for a moment attempting to subdue her with the continuation of the intense bulging eyes of his smile. "Boris sure would like to give you a pat. I promise not to hurt you at all, not even a bit, little dragon."
He extends one hand slowly to see if she'd accept his advance, keeping his big, goofy looking smile, which might even seem a little comical being worn on a man of his brutish size.
Taken aback by the man's strange accent for a second, Renard hesitates before shaking Ezmond's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. 'greatest wizard who ever lived'," he says wryly. "It's decided, then. I'll take lead for now, then, if you're as competent as you say you are, you can go work your magic on the entity."
Renard turns his back on Ezmond quickly, mostly to hide the confusion on his face. He had only heard the man's strange way of speaking at least once in his lifetime, and it was quite recent to boot. Nevertheless, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and pushed on with the man at his back, going through the door that Ariel's body had snuck through.
"Grand idea - Let's go get that son of a... demon!" Ariel calls out, but he knows no one can hear him as he starts following after Renard and Ezmond, sword bobbing in the air behind them.
She gives Ei a glance, stating; "He smells like me." and starts her short trek down the hallway. Passing Jack along the way, she provides him a flirtatious wink while biting her lip. She then enters the dining room to face Vernon, checks over her shoulder to ensure Ei has followed.
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Jack watches Annie as she follows Vernon into the dining room, his face stricken with what could best be described as a mixture of a blank expression and something halfway between confusion and contemplation. To say the least, he was unsure what to make of Annie's actions.
He tries to avoid looking at Ei's face as she glares at him, silently lifting his helmet and putting it back on, covering the upper half of his face in the process.
As the two reach the dining room, Jack turns to the others nearby, stating, "Well, this has been an... interesting... turn of events."
Bob raises his brow with a smirk and what could be considered a slightly sad chuckle.
"Yep, interesting is one way to describe it, another way would be a typical day in Waise. But it sure looks like the women are after you, so that's something. More than I can say for myself anyway." He frowns and regards Buttons who is now seated between Jack's feet. "Hell, even my own cat likes you more than me."
Trixie, ...or Herman, sees the look both Ei and Annie give Jack. It infuriates Herman, the jealousy causing Trixie's blood pressure to rise. He was planning on waiting to attack that little floozy, Annie, but after seeing that exchange of looks he decides not to wait any longer. He was so infuriated by the prospect of the competition that the effect Vernon had him was quickly suppressed.
As he starts walking towards the door of the dining room in pursuit of Annie, the green coil of energy begins to spiral up both his arms, his body charging with energy and surging through his veins. Unfortunately, just a few steps from the door he realizes something is terribly wrong. Trixie's flesh is beginning to twitch and spasm. Her vision becomes blurred as her eyeballs begin to vibrate and shift in awkward directions. He could feel her blood literally becoming heated. Her chest swelled painfully, rib cage cracking, expanding well beyond the capacity of taking a breath as the skin all over her body began to tighten at the inflammation of her flesh. Herman then realized the body he was inhabiting couldn't take the variety of magic he was using. It was reacting as if it were combustible to his power, like some weird allergic response. But it was too late to do anything about it; the reaction had already passed the point of no return -
With a mighty boom, Trixie exploded like the entirety of her body was a bomb, covering the walls and everybody in the hallway with particles of flesh and bone.
Bob let out a little sigh, wiping a chunk of what looked like brain from his eye as he nodded at Jack, and added; "No, you're right, it's been a very interesting turn of event."
Herman's soul was on the loose again, soaring through the haze of the settling cloud of blood, as if he were being sucked through a vortex towards the wall where he entered the body of the slug again, and immediately screamed out in mortal torment -
Betty couldn’t do or say all that much about anything at all for the remaining journey to the hallway. She kept her disloyal trap shut and didn’t say a gosh word as the others became acquainted with each other, and she only just found herself mighty dazzled by Vernon's cool intervention in regards to Boris and little Chissy.
As much as Betty hated to admit it, this Vernon character was looking more attractive by the minute, and what with all his charismatic and spellbinding words, she just couldn’t help but feel a little more than enamored by the creepy man. As he walked on off towards dining room, she finally founds the words ‘Yes sir!’ to say as she watched his fine butt strut its stuff down the hall until it disappeared around the corner.
As Vernon, Annie, and Ei talk, Jack shifts his focus to the recently arrived Betty and Chisille. Both individuals he had could recognize, though he hadn't seen them together before; given the farm girl's apparent afffinity for animals- or whatever one might call that summoning magic she used- and the way Chisille hid behind Betty, Jack's best guess was that the latter had somehow managed to befriend the former. A surprise, to say the least; human-dragon relations didn't exactly have a reputation of being particularly friendly.
Jack noticed Boris observing Chisille as the man noticed the dragon's wound. He took a few steps back as he watched the expression on Boris's face twist from one of happiness into one of rage, his heavy steps practically shaking the hallway as he stomped over towards the farm girl and the dragon. This, of course, followed by a shouted declaration of vengance.
Jack moved to try to calm Boris, but Vernon seemed to have covered that before he could get to Boris, let alone figure out the right thing to say. Jack simply watched and listened as he spoke to Chisille, followed by Ei and Annie. There was something about his voice, and indeed his presence in general, that felt odd to Jack; in a way, it was similar to the feeling that the presence of the robed cultists had given him before. However, while their presence gave off a sense of anxiety, fear, and, to some degree, hostility, Vernon's was... calming.
Given the way others seemed to react to his words, Jack guessed he wasn't the only one who felt that presence of serenity. Whether it was a genuine reflection of Vernon's nature or merely a charismatic facade, only time could tell.
Boris, not wanting to follow Vernon and not really effected by his words anyway, smiles really broad at the little dragon, to the point that he almost looks a little goofy. He stoops down with his hands on his knees, and stares with that smile at her.
"Boris sure wouldn't blame anything bad on a little dragon like you." He pauses for a moment attempting to subdue her with the continuation of the intense bulging eyes of his smile. "Boris sure would like to give you a pat. I promise not to hurt you at all, not even a bit, little dragon."
He extends one hand slowly to see if she'd accept his advance, keeping his big, goofy looking smile, which might even seem a little comical being worn on a man of his brutish size.
With a mighty boom, Trixie exploded like the entirety of her body was a bomb, covering the walls and everybody in the hallway with particles of flesh and bone.
Boris's words and his actions, particularly the part where he said he wanted to pat her drew all attention onto him. Even with the calming effects of Vernon's words, she was beginning to resist their effects. "No... these mind spells... I should not be calm right now! This isn't... how it's... supposed to be..." she thought quickly as natural instinct and a building hatred for being toyed with was fighting against Vernon's calming words.
Some sort of internal struggle started up. She thinks about everything that is currently happening right now and how it's making her feel, or supposed to be making her feel. At this stage from what's happened to her since she's been in Waise, it could be expected that she would just deal with it all. But she's just too overwhelmed for her age by what's been going on constantly with not enough time to adapt. Externally, she freezes in place like a stunned rabbit while Boris slowly extended his hand towards her. He meets absolutely no resistance until his hand finally reaches her.
Depending on where he manages to pet her, Boris either feels her smooth, hard and somewhat reflective scales or her softer but slightly rougher underbelly, so warm. Regardless of where he manages to touch her, the sensation breaks her mind out of the struggle she was having. Her eyes locked onto Boris' hand. Her breathing rate began to spike up as she realizes what is happening. She's not feeling calm at all anymore, all traces of the calming spell had been overwritten. "Get..." she starts. Her voice sounded breathless and panicky, and sounded like she was trying to tell him but at the same time begging him. "...off..." Those close enough can feel warmth radiating from inside her chest.
Whatever splatters of blood end up hitting her get completely ignored.
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Boris's words and his actions, particularly the part where he said he wanted to pat her drew all attention onto him. Even with the calming effects of Vernon's words, she was beginning to resist their effects. "No... these mind spells... I should not be calm right now! This isn't... how it's... supposed to be..." she thought quickly as natural instinct and a building hatred for being toyed with was fighting against Vernon's calming words.
Some sort of internal struggle started up. She thinks about everything that is currently happening right now and how it's making her feel, or supposed to be making her feel. At this stage from what's happened to her since she's been in Waise, it could be expected that she would just deal with it all. But she's just too overwhelmed for her age by what's been going on constantly with not enough time to adapt. Externally, she freezes in place like a stunned rabbit while Boris slowly extended his hand towards her. He meets absolutely no resistance until his hand finally reaches her.
Depending on where he manages to pet her, Boris either feels her smooth, hard and somewhat reflective scales or her softer but slightly rougher underbelly, so warm. Regardless of where he manages to touch her, the sensation breaks her mind out of the struggle she was having. Her eyes locked onto Boris' hand. Her breathing rate began to spike up as she realizes what is happening. She's not feeling calm at all anymore, all traces of the calming spell had been overwritten. "Get..." she starts. Her voice sounded breathless and panicky, and sounded like she was trying to tell him but at the same time begging him. "...off..." Those close enough can feel warmth radiating from inside her chest.
Whatever splatters of blood end up hitting her get completely ignored.
Boris never actually made contact with Chisille. He was only edging his hand closer to see if she would accept his effort. He was trying really hard not to be scary and wasn't aware of all the things Chissy had been through lately. He wasn't a smart man, but it was clear that she wasn't wanting anything to do with being patted and he took that personally. It was the story of his life, no one had ever let Boris get close to them, but he blamed that on himself, since he couldn't figure a reason as to why it might be other peoples fault. Except for girls, of course, they had always been downright mean to Boris in his life, and he figured that they must have just been generally evil. Chisille didn't fall into that category, though, Boris just saw her as a cute little dragon who he wanted to be friends with. Maybe this desire to befriend her had more than anything else to do with his past interaction with dragons, leaving him with the feeling of needing to make things right. But whatever the reason, all he really wanted was for people to like and trust him, just like he had seen them do with other people, so seeing the dragon reject his kindly advance only served to lessen his self esteem. Jack was an exception, yet Boris didn't really consider Jack's apparent liking for him as a comforting notion, probably just because Jack really didn't come to mind at that moment, the heartbreak of Chissy's response overshadowed any hope Jack had previously supplied.
Feeling dejected, and neither giving a damn about the splatter of blood and guts that were sprayed on him, Boris simply dropped his hand away. The smile ran away from his face. He plonked himself down on the floor, legs crossed like a child, shoulders slumped with what appeared to be one of Trixie's mangled nipples sliding down his cheek as he dropped his head somberly to pout.
"Boris sorry...." He turns his eyes to Chissy, a look that could only be given from someone with an inferiority complex, though the look didn't last long before his eyes turned back down at the floor. “Boris doesn’t know why people hate him…. I no want to hurt you. Boris only wants you to feel good.” Shaking his head slowly, a tear could be seen in his eye, which might have been an uncomfortable thing to view on someone with such a large, manly appearance. "I must be too stupid and ugly to be liked.... Boris really sorry.” The nipple dropped from his cheek and into his lap.
Despite his feelings of personal rejection and hurt, which was more or less a way of life for him, all he really wanted was something intelligent to say in the hopes he could make Chisille understand where he was coming from, and that he had no intention of being a threat to her – and as it turned out, that desire alone was enough to make his wish come true, if only for a short fleeting moment –
It was like his mind suddenly became clear with understanding, accompanied by actual words to speak. His slumped posture straightened, not abruptly, but rather smooth while his eyes lit up and looked at the dragon with undeniable kindness and understanding.
“Life can be cruel. It can make a good person turn bad.” He told her, his voice calm, clear and perfectly pronounced. “I have also had a life of pain and sorrow, just like you. So I understand that all you really want is a reason to feel safe. You want someone around who cares about you. Don’t we all really want the same thing, someone that makes us feel safe and loved?” A soft smile forms on his face. “A friend is patient and kind. Friends do not dishonour each other. They aren’t self-seeking. Friends are not easily angered and they keep no record of wrong doings. Friends do not delight in evil but rejoice in the truth. Friends always protect each other. Friends always trust. Friends always persevere and stay with each other until the end.” He paused again, giving Chissy a look so warm that it almost seemed impossible for his face to deliver such a look. “I know you’re confused and I know you have no reason to believe in the kindness of humans. I honestly understand. But I want you to know that if you want me to, I can be that friend for you. I like you so very much… and being that friend for you would make me very happy.”
As he finishes his speech, Boris’ eyes seem to dim again, his shoulders slump, and his eyes turn sadly to the floor.
Bob raises his brow with a smirk and what could be considered a slightly sad chuckle.
"Yep, interesting is one way to describe it, another way would be a typical day in Waise. But it sure looks like the women are after you, so that's something. More than I can say for myself anyway." He frowns and regards Buttons who is now seated between Jack's feet. "Hell, even my own cat likes you more than me."
"I suppose it is... something, though the fact that one was previously a pony and is now inhabited by the soul of a perverse old man, and the other possibly intends to kill me at some point remains," Jack answers, "and if not, her 'lover' might..." Jack looks down at Buttons as he continues, "As for the cat... given Annie's desire to acquire him, I can only hope his apparent affinity for me doesn't turn out to be a bit of bad luck..." Jack's train of thought is interrupted as he picks up the sensation of accumulating energy coming from down the hall.
Trixie, ...or Herman, sees the look both Ei and Annie give Jack. It infuriates Herman, the jealousy causing Trixie's blood pressure to rise. He was planning on waiting to attack that little floozy, Annie, but after seeing that exchange of looks he decides not to wait any longer. He was so infuriated by the prospect of the competition that the effect Vernon had him was quickly suppressed.
As he starts walking towards the door of the dining room in pursuit of Annie, the green coil of energy begins to spiral up both his arms, his body charging with energy and surging through his veins. Unfortunately, just a few steps from the door he realizes something is terribly wrong. Trixie's flesh is beginning to twitch and spasm. Her vision becomes blurred as her eyeballs begin to vibrate and shift in awkward directions. He could feel her blood literally becoming heated. Her chest swelled painfully, rib cage cracking, expanding well beyond the capacity of taking a breath as the skin all over her body began to tighten at the inflammation of her flesh. Herman then realized the body he was inhabiting couldn't take the variety of magic he was using. It was reacting as if it were combustible to his power, like some weird allergic response. But it was too late to do anything about it; the reaction had already passed the point of no return -
With a mighty boom, Trixie exploded like the entirety of her body was a bomb, covering the walls and everybody in the hallway with particles of flesh and bone.
It only takes Jack a moment's glance at Herman's body swelling to figure out what was happening to "her", kneeling as she explodes; the shield on his back absorbed most of the gore that had been propelled in his direction, a large red mark left on its surface by a ruptured organ. He stands back up, watching as the cloud of red mist dissipated in the room. "Gods... been a long time since I've seen someone die like that."
The last time it had happened, a mage had attempted to overload Magebuster's anti-magic. It hadn't ended well for him.
Bob let out a little sigh, wiping a chunk of what looked like brain from his eye as he nodded at Jack, and added; "No, you're right, it's been a very interesting turn of event."
Herman's soul was on the loose again, soaring through the haze of the settling cloud of blood, as if he were being sucked through a vortex towards the wall where he entered the body of the slug again, and immediately screamed out in mortal torment -
"Damn it!"
Jack looked at the slug, which hadn't made it far from them, as Herman's soul entered it once more, releasing a squeal-like curse. Jack shook his head, remarking, "And so the second fall of Herman the Lustful has come to pass. But don't worry, I'm sure we can find you another replacement body... eventually." He smirks as a thought comes to his mind, adding, "Who knows, maybe you can take Jane's after Bob and I hunt her down."
Feeling dejected, and neither giving a damn about the splatter of blood and guts that were sprayed on him, Boris simply dropped his hand away. The smile ran away from his face. He plonked himself down on the floor, legs crossed like a child, shoulders slumped with what appeared to be one of Trixie's mangled nipples sliding down his cheek as he dropped his head somberly to pout.
"Boris sorry...." He turns his eyes to Chissy, a look that could only be given from someone with an inferiority complex, though the look didn't last long before his eyes turned back down at the floor. “Boris doesn’t know why people hate him…. I no want to hurt you. Boris only wants you to feel good.” Shaking his head slowly, a tear could be seen in his eye, which might have been an uncomfortable thing to view on someone with such a large, manly appearance. "I must be too stupid and ugly to be liked.... Boris really sorry.” The nipple dropped from his cheek and into his lap.
Despite his feelings of personal rejection and hurt, which was more or less a way of life for him, all he really wanted was something intelligent to say in the hopes he could make Chisille understand where he was coming from, and that he had no intention of being a threat to her – and as it turned out, that desire alone was enough to make his wish come true, if only for a short fleeting moment –
It was like his mind suddenly became clear with understanding, accompanied by actual words to speak. His slumped posture straightened, not abruptly, but rather smooth while his eyes lit up and looked at the dragon with undeniable kindness and understanding.
“Life can be cruel. It can make a good person turn bad.” He told her, his voice calm, clear and perfectly pronounced. “I have also had a life of pain and sorrow, just like you. So I understand that all you really want is a reason to feel safe. You want someone around who cares about you. Don’t we all really want the same thing, someone that makes us feel safe and loved?” A soft smile forms on his face. “A friend is patient and kind. Friends do not dishonour each other. They aren’t self-seeking. Friends are not easily angered and they keep no record of wrong doings. Friends do not delight in evil but rejoice in the truth. Friends always protect each other. Friends always trust. Friends always persevere and stay with each other until the end.” He paused again, giving Chissy a look so warm that it almost seemed impossible for his face to deliver such a look. “I know you’re confused and I know you have no reason to believe in the kindness of humans. I honestly understand. But I want you to know that if you want me to, I can be that friend for you. I like you so very much… and being that friend for you would make me very happy.”
As he finishes his speech, Boris’ eyes seem to dim again, his shoulders slump, and his eyes turn sadly to the floor.
Jack looked at Boris as the large man sadly slumped as he sat on the floor, once more feeling pity for the occasionally brutish giant. As he was about to say something to Boris, though, he was caught by surprise when the less-than-intellectual man began his speech, something overtaking him. The words he spoke sounded like something out of one of the books Jack had read in his youth, but more than just his comprehension of language had changed. Boris's entire demeanor, the way he carried himself, it was as if for a brief moment, some hidden potential that had been wasted by his upbringing was restored and fully realized.
By the time Boris finished, Jack had forgotten what he was going to say, albeit there wasn't much to say that the briefly enlightened Boris hadn't already. Stunned by the performance, Jack merely sat against the wall, contemplating Boris's words and shift in demeanor as he awaited the return of Vernon, Ei, and Annie.
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"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
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Boris never actually made contact with Chisille. He was only edging his hand closer to see if she would accept his effort. He was trying really hard not to be scary and wasn't aware of all the things Chissy had been through lately. He wasn't a smart man, but it was clear that she wasn't wanting anything to do with being patted and he took that personally. It was the story of his life, no one had ever let Boris get close to them, but he blamed that on himself, since he couldn't figure a reason as to why it might be other peoples fault. Except for girls, of course, they had always been downright mean to Boris in his life, and he figured that they must have just been generally evil. Chisille didn't fall into that category, though, Boris just saw her as a cute little dragon who he wanted to be friends with. Maybe this desire to befriend her had more than anything else to do with his past interaction with dragons, leaving him with the feeling of needing to make things right. But whatever the reason, all he really wanted was for people to like and trust him, just like he had seen them do with other people, so seeing the dragon reject his kindly advance only served to lessen his self esteem. Jack was an exception, yet Boris didn't really consider Jack's apparent liking for him as a comforting notion, probably just because Jack really didn't come to mind at that moment, the heartbreak of Chissy's response overshadowed any hope Jack had previously supplied.
Feeling dejected, and neither giving a damn about the splatter of blood and guts that were sprayed on him, Boris simply dropped his hand away. The smile ran away from his face. He plonked himself down on the floor, legs crossed like a child, shoulders slumped with what appeared to be one of Trixie's mangled nipples sliding down his cheek as he dropped his head somberly to pout.
"Boris sorry...." He turns his eyes to Chissy, a look that could only be given from someone with an inferiority complex, though the look didn't last long before his eyes turned back down at the floor. “Boris doesn’t know why people hate him…. I no want to hurt you. Boris only wants you to feel good.” Shaking his head slowly, a tear could be seen in his eye, which might have been an uncomfortable thing to view on someone with such a large, manly appearance. "I must be too stupid and ugly to be liked.... Boris really sorry.” The nipple dropped from his cheek and into his lap.
Despite his feelings of personal rejection and hurt, which was more or less a way of life for him, all he really wanted was something intelligent to say in the hopes he could make Chisille understand where he was coming from, and that he had no intention of being a threat to her – and as it turned out, that desire alone was enough to make his wish come true, if only for a short fleeting moment –
It was like his mind suddenly became clear with understanding, accompanied by actual words to speak. His slumped posture straightened, not abruptly, but rather smooth while his eyes lit up and looked at the dragon with undeniable kindness and understanding.
“Life can be cruel. It can make a good person turn bad.” He told her, his voice calm, clear and perfectly pronounced. “I have also had a life of pain and sorrow, just like you. So I understand that all you really want is a reason to feel safe. You want someone around who cares about you. Don’t we all really want the same thing, someone that makes us feel safe and loved?” A soft smile forms on his face. “A friend is patient and kind. Friends do not dishonour each other. They aren’t self-seeking. Friends are not easily angered and they keep no record of wrong doings. Friends do not delight in evil but rejoice in the truth. Friends always protect each other. Friends always trust. Friends always persevere and stay with each other until the end.” He paused again, giving Chissy a look so warm that it almost seemed impossible for his face to deliver such a look. “I know you’re confused and I know you have no reason to believe in the kindness of humans. I honestly understand. But I want you to know that if you want me to, I can be that friend for you. I like you so very much… and being that friend for you would make me very happy.”
As he finishes his speech, Boris’ eyes seem to dim again, his shoulders slump, and his eyes turn sadly to the floor.
Even without Boris making contact with her, she still felt the same way about everything going on at the moment. "Get off... get off get off get off..." she whispered to herself while her eyes darted from Boris, to the floor, to herself and back at him again. It was clear to anyone who could understand someone's emotions that hers was quite unstable. Repeating things that had already been responded to, the heavy breathing that didn't slow down and anything else that seemed odd about her implied large amounts of stress.
As Boris apologized for his behavior Chisille tried to listen to what he was saying, with difficulty. Talking to herself had calmed her mind down, forcing her self-assurance that Boris had backed off. However what he was apologizing for and what how he was once more declaring that he would not injure a single scale on her was making her feel... angry. He was so insistent that he was going to inflict no harm on her that it clashed with her knowledge of the world just like all the other times that someone had told her they weren't going to hurt her. She knew better then that. She HAD to know better then that! She... didn't know better then that, she had no idea how the world worked, and that's what made her anger rise. What she knew about humans being constantly challenged at every turn, and then when she was forced to feel things she didn't want to it just confirmed what she already knew, and then it went straight back to contradictions again.
And then came the speech... While Boris had tried his hardest to convince her he had made a grand error that he could not have known about. He talked too much. He talked something something friend, friend something... earache... then he kept going on as the pain angered her further. When he got halfwaythe whole way through the speech, she snapped. Her tail rose up into the air then slammed down onto the floor as hard and loudly as she could, the spike leaving a clear imprint in the wood. Small trails of smoke started to rise from both nostrils.
"ENOUGH! ENOUGH! Stop this! All of this! Please! You say don't want hurt me but that's words! WORDS! I know humans but I don't! You always are mean to me, shout at me, run from me, attack me! Trap me!! That's what you do! That's all you ever do! You don't mean what you say when say you would not harm me but just... don't know!" She shouts at him with an upset growl in her voice. "Don't know anymore! Just don't know! Humans are nice but humans are bad! Can't tell who will hurt or who does not, and then! THEN...!" she shakes her head angrily at the next part she's about to say. "Make me feel what I don't want to feel! Make me think you nice! Confuse me more and more and more! Play with my thinking like it's fun! I try to not attack because you all kill me if I do! I hide because you find me and then hurt! I don't know what friend are, never had friend! Even if wanted one never had one! Don't want one because it will kill me! All words and can't tell if friend will kill me!" Several tears roll down her grey cheeks, washing away a little bit of the blood that had recently splattered on her face. "I'm scared! You all make me scared! Room full of humans and I don't know what will happen to me! You come up to me, scare me! Other one make me calm, but scare me more! Nothing but fear!"
And at that, she hurled a small ball of flame at the ground nearby that explodes surprisingly violently. It doesn't manage to hit anyone, but it's definitely going to be a problem soon. Chisille doesn't care though as she sinks to the ground and begins crying her eyes out, letting out loud draconic whimpers that would pierce through the hearts of anyone emotionally caring enough. In a way, it's sort of pathetic.
Climbing up the ladder, Silas eventually arrives in some sort of basement room. The floor seems to be a bit damaged by fire, but is otherwise empty.
Ei, as promised, follows Annie into the dining room, glaring at Jack as she passes him. "Smells like you?" Ei asks Annie, slightly confused. "How do you know that? Besides, why would he smell like you in the first place?"
As Ei enters the dining room after Annie does, she pulls the door closed behind them to ensure those outside don't get to hear the conversation going on. "So, you wanted to speak to us, Vernon?"
Finding nothing of note in the room, 'Silas' simply and wordlessly searches around for a door. If Silas finds one, he walks out. If not, he goes back down the ladder, disgruntled. Because this goshdarn game master forgot to mention if there's another exit to this place. Silly fairy. Do I have to do all the work myself?
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Gwen stiffens, her shoulders tensing and her fingers digging into the wood she sits on.
With a sharp [i]crunch, [/i]her boots hit the ground. She darts between the wolves with the speed of a bird in flight, arms outstretched as though to catch the air. A high-pitched whistle leaks through her gritted teeth as she runs.
Bark is scraped from the branch as the invisible entity quickly pursues Gwen. The wolves, for an instant, regard each other with blank expression before also giving chase. Gwen can no doubt hear the patter of paws begin to close in, their formation spanning out in an attempt to encircle her. The hasty sound of human-like footsteps are approaching more directly behind her.
Ace stares blankly at the wolves, letting their arms fall to their sides. Their eyes calmly slide from the wolves to the shadow and back again. "What are you here for?" they ask, flatly.
“Blood of the witnesses shall be purged.”
Ace hears the dilapidated voice come not from any of the wolves, rather from an entity standing close behind. Accompanying these words is a shot of hot breath and the stench of flesh decay.
The wolves now begin to close in on her position. They move steady, watchful, cautious.
Ei, as promised, follows Annie into the dining room, glaring at Jack as she passes him. "Smells like you?" Ei asks Annie, slightly confused. "How do you know that? Besides, why would he smell like you in the first place?"
As Ei enters the dining room after Annie does, she pulls the door closed behind them to ensure those outside don't get to hear the conversation going on. "So, you wanted to speak to us, Vernon?"
Vernon excuses his manners and focus's his attention on Annie for the moment, demeanor calm and soothing.
“It’s apparent that you have identified me by scent, Annie. You’re correct, I am a member of the Order, or so I should[/i] have been. Like yourself I was born in Waise and made to follow in the footsteps of my parents before me. I however did not succumb to their will. At a young age I rebelled against their teachings. In turn, the Order turned the townspeople against me by way of mind manipulation. I escaped this town by killing many of the townsfolk that perused me. For many years I managed to elude the Order and lived much as nomad travelling many lands. Eventually, however, I returned to Waise on account of an irresistible urge to procreate with a member of my own kind. I met a woman of the Order here. We loved each other… for a time. She swore to keep my existence a secret. Eventually, the powers in the child we bore alerted the Order of my presence. I was forced into hiding again, but this time I didn’t leave town. Instead, I changed my physical appearance and hid within the towns itself, taking up the role of the local Blacksmith. I didn’t flee because… I felt the need to keep a watchful eye on my daughter…. Annie, I was the first in a long line descendants to defy the Order. They have long since given up on me.” Vernon winks at her. “It is good to see my own daughter has followed in my footsteps.”
Annie takes a pace back, a deep breath denoting the impact of what she was hearing. She covers her nakedness by buttoning up the coat in the way it was meant to be worn. In turn, Vernon gives her a nod of approval.
“Your mother no doubt told you I had perished, or perhaps that I had left when you were young. …She lied to you.”
Annie does not speak, her face scrunches up in immense deliberation, eyes fixated on Vernon
Vernon now turns his attention to Ei.
“My daughters… pregnancy aside, I am grateful for the protection and kinship you have provided. I will endeavor to assist you in any way I am able in your purpose. There is a, uh… little problem, though. You may have heard the wolves outside. No doubt you did. They are not actual wolves, only the representation of them. They’re an extension of the Order, referred to as the Sanction. Members of the Sanction are represented in a way that proves safe in manner of murder without concern for the Order being further identified. Anyone in town who has been witness to the Order will perish at the hand of them today. Ei, before commencing on your personal pursuit, I suggest we take care of this problem. These people don’t deserve to die like this.”
Jord, upon feeling the touch on his shoulder by something, slowly turned around while using his left hand to unsheath his steel sword.
Jord turns to see no visible sign of anyone, only the reeking breath on his face confirms their presence. The distinct sensation of a tongue is then felt to move up the side of his face. The surface of the tongue is coarse, similar to that of a cat. While this is taking place the patter of paws quickly close in around him. The wolves are making their move.
Finding nothing of note in the room, 'Silas' simply and wordlessly searches around for a door. If Silas finds one, he walks out. If not, he goes back down the ladder, disgruntled. Because this goshdarn game master forgot to mention if there's another exit to this place. Silly fairy. Do I have to do all the work myself?
After searching for a bit, Silas finds a door. He walks out of it and up the staircase, only to arrive back in the hallway with Jack and the others.
Vernon excuses his manners and focus's his attention on Annie for the moment, demeanor calm and soothing.
“It’s apparent that you have identified me by scent, Annie. You’re correct, I am a member of the Order, or so I should have been. Like yourself I was born in Waise and made to follow in the footsteps of my parents before me. I however did not succumb to their will. At a young age I rebelled against their teachings. In turn, the Order turned the townspeople against me by way of mind manipulation. I escaped this town by killing many of the townsfolk that perused me. For many years I managed to elude the Order and lived much as nomad travelling many lands. Eventually, however, I returned to Waise on account of an irresistible urge to procreate with a member of my own kind. I met a woman of the Order here. We loved each other… for a time. She swore to keep my existence a secret. Eventually, the powers in the child we bore alerted the Order of my presence. I was forced into hiding again, but this time I didn’t leave town. Instead, I changed my physical appearance and hid within the towns itself, taking up the role of the local Blacksmith. I didn’t flee because… I felt the need to keep a watchful eye on my daughter…. Annie, I was the first in a long line descendants to defy the Order. They have long since given up on me.” Vernon winks at her. “It is good to see my own daughter has followed in my footsteps.”
Annie takes a pace back, a deep breath denoting the impact of what she was hearing. She covers her nakedness by buttoning up the coat in the way it was meant to be worn. In turn, Vernon gives her a nod of approval.
“Your mother no doubt told you I had perished, or perhaps that I had left when you were young. …She lied to you.”
Annie does not speak, her face scrunches up in immense deliberation, eyes fixated on Vernon
Vernon now turns his attention to Ei.
“My daughters… pregnancy aside, I am grateful for the protection and kinship you have provided. I will endeavor to assist you in any way I am able in your purpose. There is a, uh… little problem, though. You may have heard the wolves outside. No doubt you did. They are not actual wolves, only the representation of them. They’re an extension of the Order, referred to as the Sanction. Members of the Sanction are represented in a way that proves safe in manner of murder without concern for the Order being further identified. Anyone in town who has been witness to the Order will perish at the hand of them today. Ei, before commencing on your personal pursuit, I suggest we take care of this problem. These people don’t deserve to die like this.”
"Well, I hadn't expected to meet your father, but judging by your expression you didn't either." Ei says, looking at Annie as she finally puts the clothes on as intended. When Vernon resumes talking, Ei resumes paying attention.
"Speaking of the Order, I had the... Pleasure of speaking with them, though not by my own will. Long story short they declared that they would take no action against us if we do not take action against them. While I do not consider the Order to be an ally, I do believe it is a good idea to leave them be, mostly because I do not feel like it's worth the effort to fight them. Theirs is a doomed endeavour anyway."
"As for stopping them from killing the witnesses, that is something that would not only cause direct conflict, it is also something I don't think of as being worth the effort. I personally feel that Humans deserve to die, no matter how. This group is no different, and they also have the added benefit of being replaceable."
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Fred is wearing a flannelette shirt and torn jeans but no shoes, sitting on the brick wall of an island garden outside of a pizza shop, slurping a cola slurpee.
Even without Boris making contact with her, she still felt the same way about everything going on at the moment. "Get off... get off get off get off..." she whispered to herself while her eyes darted from Boris, to the floor, to herself and back at him again. It was clear to anyone who could understand someone's emotions that hers was quite unstable. Repeating things that had already been responded to, the heavy breathing that didn't slow down and anything else that seemed odd about her implied large amounts of stress.
As Boris apologized for his behavior Chisille tried to listen to what he was saying, with difficulty. Talking to herself had calmed her mind down, forcing her self-assurance that Boris had backed off. However what he was apologizing for and what how he was once more declaring that he would not injure a single scale on her was making her feel... angry. He was so insistent that he was going to inflict no harm on her that it clashed with her knowledge of the world just like all the other times that someone had told her they weren't going to hurt her. She knew better then that. She HAD to know better then that! She... didn't know better then that, she had no idea how the world worked, and that's what made her anger rise. What she knew about humans being constantly challenged at every turn, and then when she was forced to feel things she didn't want to it just confirmed what she already knew, and then it went straight back to contradictions again.
And then came the speech... While Boris had tried his hardest to convince her he had made a grand error that he could not have known about. He talked too much. He talked something something friend, friend something... earache... then he kept going on as the pain angered her further. When he got halfwaythe whole way through the speech, she snapped. Her tail rose up into the air then slammed down onto the floor as hard and loudly as she could, the spike leaving a clear imprint in the wood. Small trails of smoke started to rise from both nostrils.
"ENOUGH! ENOUGH! Stop this! All of this! Please! You say don't want hurt me but that's words! WORDS! I know humans but I don't! You always are mean to me, shout at me, run from me, attack me! Trap me!! That's what you do! That's all you ever do! You don't mean what you say when say you would not harm me but just... don't know!" She shouts at him with an upset growl in her voice. "Don't know anymore! Just don't know! Humans are nice but humans are bad! Can't tell who will hurt or who does not, and then! THEN...!" she shakes her head angrily at the next part she's about to say. "Make me feel what I don't want to feel! Make me think you nice! Confuse me more and more and more! Play with my thinking like it's fun! I try to not attack because you all kill me if I do! I hide because you find me and then hurt! I don't know what friend are, never had friend! Even if wanted one never had one! Don't want one because it will kill me! All words and can't tell if friend will kill me!" Several tears roll down her grey cheeks, washing away a little bit of the blood that had recently splattered on her face. "I'm scared! You all make me scared! Room full of humans and I don't know what will happen to me! You come up to me, scare me! Other one make me calm, but scare me more! Nothing but fear!"
And at that, she hurled a small ball of flame at the ground nearby that explodes surprisingly violently. It doesn't manage to hit anyone, but it's definitely going to be a problem soon. Chisille doesn't care though as she sinks to the ground and begins crying her eyes out, letting out loud draconic whimpers that would pierce through the hearts of anyone emotionally caring enough. In a way, it's sort of pathetic.
Jack watches Chisille as she releases her own rant in response to Boris's. As the fireball she releases explodes on the floor, Jack stands up, walking over to the flames and extinguishing them under the sole of his boot before they can spread enough to do any real damage. As smoke from the smoldering ashes left behind rises from underneath his foot, he glances down at Chisille and considers saying something, but concludes that anything he could say probably wouldn't help the situation.
After searching for a bit, Silas finds a door. He walks out of it and up the staircase, only to arrive back in the hallway with Jack and the others.
Jack turns to look at Silas as he enters the hallway once more. "Guess your spell didn't quite turn out the way you had hoped, eh?"
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Gwen shuffles uneasily, but doesn't move. Slowly, she lifts her legs over the branch, turning herself around in order to better watch the wolves. A silver-gray feather drifts from one of her sleeves.
Ace freezes, standing statue-still, eyes carefully roving over the wolves. Finally, they withdraw their hand, letting their fingers drop to show that nothing is in it.
Aella looked at the doorway the wolf went back into for a bit before turning away and starting to explore about the town of Waise, taking in the information around her. She occasionally glances behind her and all the while analyzing the air for smells and sounds, just in case the wolf was following her. Her bow is gripped ready in one hand at her side.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
Ezmond almost had himself some sort of heart failure when Ariels swords came flying at him and you can imagine his relief when the point of blade came to a stop just a fleas lick from his chest. He swiped that ol straw hat from his head as a matter of respectful thanksgiving and stretched out his hand to greet Renard.
“You can call me Ezmond!” He introduces himself with a mighty fine smile; “The greatest wizard who ever lived – And hot diggity damn, I hereby stand in your debt! If an exorcism is what ya want, then by golly I'm your man!”
Betty couldn’t do or say all that much about anything at all for the remaining journey to the hallway. She kept her disloyal trap shut and didn’t say a gosh word as the others became acquainted with each other, and she only just found herself mighty dazzled by Vernon's cool intervention in regards to Boris and little Chissy.
As much as Betty hated to admit it, this Vernon character was looking more attractive by the minute, and what with all his charismatic and spellbinding words, she just couldn’t help but feel a little more than enamored by the creepy man. As he walked on off towards dining room, she finally founds the words ‘Yes sir!’ to say as she watched his fine butt strut its stuff down the hall until it disappeared around the corner.
A cows hot diggity damn purpose!
It’s not always easy being a cow! To be totally honest, a cow’s life can be very strenuous. Now that’s not to say the everyday routine of getting milked and all that fatten-me-up grazing out there in the field doesn’t have its calming perks, but the fact of the matter remains that the constant, nagging fear that at any moment they could be taken away to some slaughterhouse tends to get a gosh darn cow a little stressed out. So, let it be known right now, when the nice ol farmers in charge of a cows care, and who are also a cows sole sense of any security they may have to hold into in life suddenly disappear one day, all this stress gets a little too much to handle. It’s enough to make an udder sore and a fine glass of milk real sour.
The trouble all started a few days back when their favorite little farm girl, Betty, vanished without a trace. Now, cows ain’t stupid and after a little moo-moo chatter among themselves it was optimistically decided that Betty must have just gone off to some friends place to sleep over or something like that, but when the big farm boss, Ezmond, went and got himself vanished a day or two after that, well, the cows lost all sense stability! A whole big uproar took place and Daisy May, the most respected of all the gosh darn cows on the entire farm, decided that the best thing to do in this situation was to hold a meeting in the barn. Clearly.
It wasn’t just the cows and sexy stud bulls that turned up for this meeting - every gosh darn sheep, goat, pig and horse turned up for the meeting as well, each and every one of em wanting their own say on the matter heard. After a whole lotta discussion, debate and careful reasoning, a mutual decision among all them ungulate’s was made: If their lives were to return to a less stressful level, they had to find a way to reach Betty and Ezmond and bring em on back to the farm. Pretty hot diggity damn soon a plan of action was set into motion!
Fences were broken and crops were trampled as the 300 odd ungulate members of the committee stampeded their way to the house where they broke down the front door and started their rampaging search for clues as to where Betty and Ezmond might have gone off to. Pretty soon, after the house was almost demolished, Ezmond’s wizard lab was found in the basement, and right smack dab in the center of that room an open portal was discovered. Now, you might be think’n that cow, or even less a cute lil piggy, might not even know what a portal is, but you should never underestimates an animal’s intelligence. It was a widely known fact, after all - if not just hearsay and rumor - that Ezmond dabbled in a bit of magic now and then, so it didn’t take too long for them farm dwelling intellects to surmise that this portal might have just been the clue they’d all been looking for.
After sucking up their courage, most of them feeling kinda anxious to find out what weird-butt adventure awaited them on the side, Daisy May led her committee; all them farm animals filing one by one through the gosh darn portal….
Taken aback by the man's strange accent for a second, Renard hesitates before shaking Ezmond's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. 'greatest wizard who ever lived'," he says wryly. "It's decided, then. I'll take lead for now, then, if you're as competent as you say you are, you can go work your magic on the entity."
Renard turns his back on Ezmond quickly, mostly to hide the confusion on his face. He had only heard the man's strange way of speaking at least once in his lifetime, and it was quite recent to boot. Nevertheless, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and pushed on with the man at his back, going through the door that Ariel's body had snuck through.
Ei sighs. "You haven't finished what I had you do yet, but Ki still lives so all is fine I suppose." She says, glancing at Ki while Vernon attempts to calm Boris.
Then Vernon speaks again, suggesting Ei and Annie follow him. Ei looks at Annie to see how she responds.
"I think it's best we follow him, see what he has to say. After all, if he is a threat to us he can be dealt with, no?" Ei says, waiting for Annie to head to the Dining Room to follow her.
After a long while of trugding through the sewage, Silas arrives at a ladder leading up, but to where does it lead?
'Silas' gratefully takes the ladder and climbs up it into the unknown above.
"Well, at least that's something."
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The lips of the snarling wolf fold back over to hide its teeth, though its eyes remained narrowed. It now seems to be inquisitive, angling its head sideways to watch the feather drift from Gwen's sleeve. The other two wolves, still positioned on either side of her, remain quietly watchful, paying no mind to the feather. It is in this moment that Gwen becomes aware of another presence, made known only by a shot of warm breath against her cheek. The breath of the invisible entity carries with it the stench decayed flesh.
The lead wolf rises to all fours. It's tail sways to one side and back, not completing a full wag while it continues to snarl at Ace. The wolf on its left remains seated, unchanging. The wolf to Ace's left shuffles a foot closer, lowering its head, eyes rolled up at her as a low reverberating growl escapes its mouth. The shadow of a raven flickers over Ace, making itself known as it circles overhead. If Ace is thinking, this of itself would seem peculiar, for the morning sun is still low in the sky and could not be responsible for casting shadow from above.
The ears of all three wolves shift and tweak at Jord's words, listening intently. The wolves on either side of Jord follow alongside him while the lead wolf moves to block his path when he attempts to pass them by. The lead wolf then raises its head in an exerted manner, as if maybe it were attempting to pick up the scent of distant food.
It is now that Jord becomes aware of a fourth presence, made known by what could have possibly been a hand pressing gently down on Jord's shoulder from behind. The contact is accompanied by a shot of warm breath on his neck, the smell of decayed flesh, and a deep, decrepitude voice.
"No...."
Annie's interest is still captured by Vernon, watching his every move with deep interest. Not one of those affected by his spellbinding words, she is nevertheless willing to follow him.
She gives Ei a glance, stating; "He smells like me." and starts her short trek down the hallway. Passing Jack along the way, she provides him a flirtatious wink while biting her lip. She then enters the dining room to face Vernon, checks over her shoulder to ensure Ei has followed.
Vernon has his arms nonchalantly folded, back rested against the far wall of the room. He wears an emotionless face.
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Climbing up the ladder, Silas eventually arrives in some sort of basement room. The floor seems to be a bit damaged by fire, but is otherwise empty.
Ei, as promised, follows Annie into the dining room, glaring at Jack as she passes him. "Smells like you?" Ei asks Annie, slightly confused. "How do you know that? Besides, why would he smell like you in the first place?"
As Ei enters the dining room after Annie does, she pulls the door closed behind them to ensure those outside don't get to hear the conversation going on. "So, you wanted to speak to us, Vernon?"
Gwen stiffens, her shoulders tensing and her fingers digging into the wood she sits on.
With a sharp crunch, her boots hit the ground. She darts between the wolves with the speed of a bird in flight, arms outstretched as though to catch the air. A high-pitched whistle leaks through her gritted teeth as she runs.
Ace stares blankly at the wolves, letting their arms fall to their sides. Their eyes calmly slide from the wolves to the shadow and back again. "What are you here for?" they ask, flatly.
As Vernon, Annie, and Ei talk, Jack shifts his focus to the recently arrived Betty and Chisille. Both individuals he had could recognize, though he hadn't seen them together before; given the farm girl's apparent afffinity for animals- or whatever one might call that summoning magic she used- and the way Chisille hid behind Betty, Jack's best guess was that the latter had somehow managed to befriend the former. A surprise, to say the least; human-dragon relations didn't exactly have a reputation of being particularly friendly.
Jack noticed Boris observing Chisille as the man noticed the dragon's wound. He took a few steps back as he watched the expression on Boris's face twist from one of happiness into one of rage, his heavy steps practically shaking the hallway as he stomped over towards the farm girl and the dragon. This, of course, followed by a shouted declaration of vengance.
Jack moved to try to calm Boris, but Vernon seemed to have covered that before he could get to Boris, let alone figure out the right thing to say. Jack simply watched and listened as he spoke to Chisille, followed by Ei and Annie. There was something about his voice, and indeed his presence in general, that felt odd to Jack; in a way, it was similar to the feeling that the presence of the robed cultists had given him before. However, while their presence gave off a sense of anxiety, fear, and, to some degree, hostility, Vernon's was... calming.
Given the way others seemed to react to his words, Jack guessed he wasn't the only one who felt that presence of serenity. Whether it was a genuine reflection of Vernon's nature or merely a charismatic facade, only time could tell.
Jack watches Annie as she follows Vernon into the dining room, his face stricken with what could best be described as a mixture of a blank expression and something halfway between confusion and contemplation. To say the least, he was unsure what to make of Annie's actions.
He tries to avoid looking at Ei's face as she glares at him, silently lifting his helmet and putting it back on, covering the upper half of his face in the process.
As the two reach the dining room, Jack turns to the others nearby, stating, "Well, this has been an... interesting... turn of events."
Boris, not wanting to follow Vernon and not really effected by his words anyway, smiles really broad at the little dragon, to the point that he almost looks a little goofy. He stoops down with his hands on his knees, and stares with that smile at her.
"Boris sure wouldn't blame anything bad on a little dragon like you." He pauses for a moment attempting to subdue her with the continuation of the intense bulging eyes of his smile. "Boris sure would like to give you a pat. I promise not to hurt you at all, not even a bit, little dragon."
He extends one hand slowly to see if she'd accept his advance, keeping his big, goofy looking smile, which might even seem a little comical being worn on a man of his brutish size.
"Grand idea - Let's go get that son of a... demon!" Ariel calls out, but he knows no one can hear him as he starts following after Renard and Ezmond, sword bobbing in the air behind them.
Bob raises his brow with a smirk and what could be considered a slightly sad chuckle.
"Yep, interesting is one way to describe it, another way would be a typical day in Waise. But it sure looks like the women are after you, so that's something. More than I can say for myself anyway." He frowns and regards Buttons who is now seated between Jack's feet. "Hell, even my own cat likes you more than me."
Trixie, ...or Herman, sees the look both Ei and Annie give Jack. It infuriates Herman, the jealousy causing Trixie's blood pressure to rise. He was planning on waiting to attack that little floozy, Annie, but after seeing that exchange of looks he decides not to wait any longer. He was so infuriated by the prospect of the competition that the effect Vernon had him was quickly suppressed.
As he starts walking towards the door of the dining room in pursuit of Annie, the green coil of energy begins to spiral up both his arms, his body charging with energy and surging through his veins. Unfortunately, just a few steps from the door he realizes something is terribly wrong. Trixie's flesh is beginning to twitch and spasm. Her vision becomes blurred as her eyeballs begin to vibrate and shift in awkward directions. He could feel her blood literally becoming heated. Her chest swelled painfully, rib cage cracking, expanding well beyond the capacity of taking a breath as the skin all over her body began to tighten at the inflammation of her flesh. Herman then realized the body he was inhabiting couldn't take the variety of magic he was using. It was reacting as if it were combustible to his power, like some weird allergic response. But it was too late to do anything about it; the reaction had already passed the point of no return -
With a mighty boom, Trixie exploded like the entirety of her body was a bomb, covering the walls and everybody in the hallway with particles of flesh and bone.
Bob let out a little sigh, wiping a chunk of what looked like brain from his eye as he nodded at Jack, and added; "No, you're right, it's been a very interesting turn of event."
Herman's soul was on the loose again, soaring through the haze of the settling cloud of blood, as if he were being sucked through a vortex towards the wall where he entered the body of the slug again, and immediately screamed out in mortal torment -
"Damn it!"
Boris's words and his actions, particularly the part where he said he wanted to pat her drew all attention onto him. Even with the calming effects of Vernon's words, she was beginning to resist their effects. "No... these mind spells... I should not be calm right now! This isn't... how it's... supposed to be..." she thought quickly as natural instinct and a building hatred for being toyed with was fighting against Vernon's calming words.
Some sort of internal struggle started up. She thinks about everything that is currently happening right now and how it's making her feel, or supposed to be making her feel. At this stage from what's happened to her since she's been in Waise, it could be expected that she would just deal with it all. But she's just too overwhelmed for her age by what's been going on constantly with not enough time to adapt. Externally, she freezes in place like a stunned rabbit while Boris slowly extended his hand towards her. He meets absolutely no resistance until his hand finally reaches her.
Depending on where he manages to pet her, Boris either feels her smooth, hard and somewhat reflective scales or her softer but slightly rougher underbelly, so warm. Regardless of where he manages to touch her, the sensation breaks her mind out of the struggle she was having. Her eyes locked onto Boris' hand. Her breathing rate began to spike up as she realizes what is happening. She's not feeling calm at all anymore, all traces of the calming spell had been overwritten. "Get..." she starts. Her voice sounded breathless and panicky, and sounded like she was trying to tell him but at the same time begging him. "...off..." Those close enough can feel warmth radiating from inside her chest.
Whatever splatters of blood end up hitting her get completely ignored.
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Boris never actually made contact with Chisille. He was only edging his hand closer to see if she would accept his effort. He was trying really hard not to be scary and wasn't aware of all the things Chissy had been through lately. He wasn't a smart man, but it was clear that she wasn't wanting anything to do with being patted and he took that personally. It was the story of his life, no one had ever let Boris get close to them, but he blamed that on himself, since he couldn't figure a reason as to why it might be other peoples fault. Except for girls, of course, they had always been downright mean to Boris in his life, and he figured that they must have just been generally evil. Chisille didn't fall into that category, though, Boris just saw her as a cute little dragon who he wanted to be friends with. Maybe this desire to befriend her had more than anything else to do with his past interaction with dragons, leaving him with the feeling of needing to make things right. But whatever the reason, all he really wanted was for people to like and trust him, just like he had seen them do with other people, so seeing the dragon reject his kindly advance only served to lessen his self esteem. Jack was an exception, yet Boris didn't really consider Jack's apparent liking for him as a comforting notion, probably just because Jack really didn't come to mind at that moment, the heartbreak of Chissy's response overshadowed any hope Jack had previously supplied.
Feeling dejected, and neither giving a damn about the splatter of blood and guts that were sprayed on him, Boris simply dropped his hand away. The smile ran away from his face. He plonked himself down on the floor, legs crossed like a child, shoulders slumped with what appeared to be one of Trixie's mangled nipples sliding down his cheek as he dropped his head somberly to pout.
"Boris sorry...." He turns his eyes to Chissy, a look that could only be given from someone with an inferiority complex, though the look didn't last long before his eyes turned back down at the floor. “Boris doesn’t know why people hate him…. I no want to hurt you. Boris only wants you to feel good.” Shaking his head slowly, a tear could be seen in his eye, which might have been an uncomfortable thing to view on someone with such a large, manly appearance. "I must be too stupid and ugly to be liked.... Boris really sorry.” The nipple dropped from his cheek and into his lap.
Despite his feelings of personal rejection and hurt, which was more or less a way of life for him, all he really wanted was something intelligent to say in the hopes he could make Chisille understand where he was coming from, and that he had no intention of being a threat to her – and as it turned out, that desire alone was enough to make his wish come true, if only for a short fleeting moment –
It was like his mind suddenly became clear with understanding, accompanied by actual words to speak. His slumped posture straightened, not abruptly, but rather smooth while his eyes lit up and looked at the dragon with undeniable kindness and understanding.
“Life can be cruel. It can make a good person turn bad.” He told her, his voice calm, clear and perfectly pronounced. “I have also had a life of pain and sorrow, just like you. So I understand that all you really want is a reason to feel safe. You want someone around who cares about you. Don’t we all really want the same thing, someone that makes us feel safe and loved?” A soft smile forms on his face. “A friend is patient and kind. Friends do not dishonour each other. They aren’t self-seeking. Friends are not easily angered and they keep no record of wrong doings. Friends do not delight in evil but rejoice in the truth. Friends always protect each other. Friends always trust. Friends always persevere and stay with each other until the end.” He paused again, giving Chissy a look so warm that it almost seemed impossible for his face to deliver such a look. “I know you’re confused and I know you have no reason to believe in the kindness of humans. I honestly understand. But I want you to know that if you want me to, I can be that friend for you. I like you so very much… and being that friend for you would make me very happy.”
As he finishes his speech, Boris’ eyes seem to dim again, his shoulders slump, and his eyes turn sadly to the floor.
"I suppose it is... something, though the fact that one was previously a pony and is now inhabited by the soul of a perverse old man, and the other possibly intends to kill me at some point remains," Jack answers, "and if not, her 'lover' might..." Jack looks down at Buttons as he continues, "As for the cat... given Annie's desire to acquire him, I can only hope his apparent affinity for me doesn't turn out to be a bit of bad luck..." Jack's train of thought is interrupted as he picks up the sensation of accumulating energy coming from down the hall.
It only takes Jack a moment's glance at Herman's body swelling to figure out what was happening to "her", kneeling as she explodes; the shield on his back absorbed most of the gore that had been propelled in his direction, a large red mark left on its surface by a ruptured organ. He stands back up, watching as the cloud of red mist dissipated in the room. "Gods... been a long time since I've seen someone die like that."
The last time it had happened, a mage had attempted to overload Magebuster's anti-magic. It hadn't ended well for him.
Jack looked at the slug, which hadn't made it far from them, as Herman's soul entered it once more, releasing a squeal-like curse. Jack shook his head, remarking, "And so the second fall of Herman the Lustful has come to pass. But don't worry, I'm sure we can find you another replacement body... eventually." He smirks as a thought comes to his mind, adding, "Who knows, maybe you can take Jane's after Bob and I hunt her down."
Jack looked at Boris as the large man sadly slumped as he sat on the floor, once more feeling pity for the occasionally brutish giant. As he was about to say something to Boris, though, he was caught by surprise when the less-than-intellectual man began his speech, something overtaking him. The words he spoke sounded like something out of one of the books Jack had read in his youth, but more than just his comprehension of language had changed. Boris's entire demeanor, the way he carried himself, it was as if for a brief moment, some hidden potential that had been wasted by his upbringing was restored and fully realized.
By the time Boris finished, Jack had forgotten what he was going to say, albeit there wasn't much to say that the briefly enlightened Boris hadn't already. Stunned by the performance, Jack merely sat against the wall, contemplating Boris's words and shift in demeanor as he awaited the return of Vernon, Ei, and Annie.
Even without Boris making contact with her, she still felt the same way about everything going on at the moment. "Get off... get off get off get off..." she whispered to herself while her eyes darted from Boris, to the floor, to herself and back at him again. It was clear to anyone who could understand someone's emotions that hers was quite unstable. Repeating things that had already been responded to, the heavy breathing that didn't slow down and anything else that seemed odd about her implied large amounts of stress.
As Boris apologized for his behavior Chisille tried to listen to what he was saying, with difficulty. Talking to herself had calmed her mind down, forcing her self-assurance that Boris had backed off. However what he was apologizing for and what how he was once more declaring that he would not injure a single scale on her was making her feel... angry. He was so insistent that he was going to inflict no harm on her that it clashed with her knowledge of the world just like all the other times that someone had told her they weren't going to hurt her. She knew better then that. She HAD to know better then that! She... didn't know better then that, she had no idea how the world worked, and that's what made her anger rise. What she knew about humans being constantly challenged at every turn, and then when she was forced to feel things she didn't want to it just confirmed what she already knew, and then it went straight back to contradictions again.
And then came the speech... While Boris had tried his hardest to convince her he had made a grand error that he could not have known about. He talked too much. He talked something something friend, friend something... earache... then he kept going on as the pain angered her further. When he got
halfwaythe whole way through the speech, she snapped. Her tail rose up into the air then slammed down onto the floor as hard and loudly as she could, the spike leaving a clear imprint in the wood. Small trails of smoke started to rise from both nostrils."ENOUGH! ENOUGH! Stop this! All of this! Please! You say don't want hurt me but that's words! WORDS! I know humans but I don't! You always are mean to me, shout at me, run from me, attack me! Trap me!! That's what you do! That's all you ever do! You don't mean what you say when say you would not harm me but just... don't know!" She shouts at him with an upset growl in her voice. "Don't know anymore! Just don't know! Humans are nice but humans are bad! Can't tell who will hurt or who does not, and then! THEN...!" she shakes her head angrily at the next part she's about to say. "Make me feel what I don't want to feel! Make me think you nice! Confuse me more and more and more! Play with my thinking like it's fun! I try to not attack because you all kill me if I do! I hide because you find me and then hurt! I don't know what friend are, never had friend! Even if wanted one never had one! Don't want one because it will kill me! All words and can't tell if friend will kill me!" Several tears roll down her grey cheeks, washing away a little bit of the blood that had recently splattered on her face. "I'm scared! You all make me scared! Room full of humans and I don't know what will happen to me! You come up to me, scare me! Other one make me calm, but scare me more! Nothing but fear!"
And at that, she hurled a small ball of flame at the ground nearby that explodes surprisingly violently. It doesn't manage to hit anyone, but it's definitely going to be a problem soon. Chisille doesn't care though as she sinks to the ground and begins crying her eyes out, letting out loud draconic whimpers that would pierce through the hearts of anyone emotionally caring enough. In a way, it's sort of pathetic.
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
Finding nothing of note in the room, 'Silas' simply and wordlessly searches around for a door. If Silas finds one, he walks out. If not, he goes back down the ladder, disgruntled.
Because this goshdarn game master forgot to mention if there's another exit to this place. Silly fairy. Do I have to do all the work myself?My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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Bark is scraped from the branch as the invisible entity quickly pursues Gwen. The wolves, for an instant, regard each other with blank expression before also giving chase. Gwen can no doubt hear the patter of paws begin to close in, their formation spanning out in an attempt to encircle her. The hasty sound of human-like footsteps are approaching more directly behind her.
“Blood of the witnesses shall be purged.”
Ace hears the dilapidated voice come not from any of the wolves, rather from an entity standing close behind. Accompanying these words is a shot of hot breath and the stench of flesh decay.
The wolves now begin to close in on her position. They move steady, watchful, cautious.
Vernon excuses his manners and focus's his attention on Annie for the moment, demeanor calm and soothing.
“It’s apparent that you have identified me by scent, Annie. You’re correct, I am a member of the Order, or so I should[/i] have been. Like yourself I was born in Waise and made to follow in the footsteps of my parents before me. I however did not succumb to their will. At a young age I rebelled against their teachings. In turn, the Order turned the townspeople against me by way of mind manipulation. I escaped this town by killing many of the townsfolk that perused me. For many years I managed to elude the Order and lived much as nomad travelling many lands. Eventually, however, I returned to Waise on account of an irresistible urge to procreate with a member of my own kind. I met a woman of the Order here. We loved each other… for a time. She swore to keep my existence a secret. Eventually, the powers in the child we bore alerted the Order of my presence. I was forced into hiding again, but this time I didn’t leave town. Instead, I changed my physical appearance and hid within the towns itself, taking up the role of the local Blacksmith. I didn’t flee because… I felt the need to keep a watchful eye on my daughter…. Annie, I was the first in a long line descendants to defy the Order. They have long since given up on me.” Vernon winks at her. “It is good to see my own daughter has followed in my footsteps.”
Annie takes a pace back, a deep breath denoting the impact of what she was hearing. She covers her nakedness by buttoning up the coat in the way it was meant to be worn. In turn, Vernon gives her a nod of approval.
“Your mother no doubt told you I had perished, or perhaps that I had left when you were young. …She lied to you.”
Annie does not speak, her face scrunches up in immense deliberation, eyes fixated on Vernon
Vernon now turns his attention to Ei.
“My daughters… pregnancy aside, I am grateful for the protection and kinship you have provided. I will endeavor to assist you in any way I am able in your purpose. There is a, uh… little problem, though. You may have heard the wolves outside. No doubt you did. They are not actual wolves, only the representation of them. They’re an extension of the Order, referred to as the Sanction. Members of the Sanction are represented in a way that proves safe in manner of murder without concern for the Order being further identified. Anyone in town who has been witness to the Order will perish at the hand of them today. Ei, before commencing on your personal pursuit, I suggest we take care of this problem. These people don’t deserve to die like this.”
Jord turns to see no visible sign of anyone, only the reeking breath on his face confirms their presence. The distinct sensation of a tongue is then felt to move up the side of his face. The surface of the tongue is coarse, similar to that of a cat. While this is taking place the patter of paws quickly close in around him. The wolves are making their move.
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After searching for a bit, Silas finds a door. He walks out of it and up the staircase, only to arrive back in the hallway with Jack and the others.
"Well, I hadn't expected to meet your father, but judging by your expression you didn't either." Ei says, looking at Annie as she finally puts the clothes on as intended. When Vernon resumes talking, Ei resumes paying attention.
"Speaking of the Order, I had the... Pleasure of speaking with them, though not by my own will. Long story short they declared that they would take no action against us if we do not take action against them. While I do not consider the Order to be an ally, I do believe it is a good idea to leave them be, mostly because I do not feel like it's worth the effort to fight them. Theirs is a doomed endeavour anyway."
"As for stopping them from killing the witnesses, that is something that would not only cause direct conflict, it is also something I don't think of as being worth the effort. I personally feel that Humans deserve to die, no matter how. This group is no different, and they also have the added benefit of being replaceable."
Fred is wearing a flannelette shirt and torn jeans but no shoes, sitting on the brick wall of an island garden outside of a pizza shop, slurping a cola slurpee.
Don't look at me like thatJack watches Chisille as she releases her own rant in response to Boris's. As the fireball she releases explodes on the floor, Jack stands up, walking over to the flames and extinguishing them under the sole of his boot before they can spread enough to do any real damage. As smoke from the smoldering ashes left behind rises from underneath his foot, he glances down at Chisille and considers saying something, but concludes that anything he could say probably wouldn't help the situation.
Jack turns to look at Silas as he enters the hallway once more. "Guess your spell didn't quite turn out the way you had hoped, eh?"