"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."
"Marvelous."
Vernon was indifferent for hearing of the Order's recent conduct with Ei. He was well aware of their tendency for deceit, yet he was not ready to explain their intricate nature to Ei. Doing so would take a great deal of time, and time was of the essence at the moment. Perhaps Ei would, in time, learn that the Order do and say nothing unless it serves their cause, even if by doing so lies must be bequeathed. As for humans... Vernon appeared less than bigoted for Ei's personal disdain towards them. He has had his fair share of disagreements with humans, but does not pigeonhole the entire race for the deeds of those relative few who have performed misdeeds towards him.
"I am of a different opinion." He is straight with Ei, though lacking emotional commitment. "Most humans I have become acquainted with are petty, judgmental, discriminate and self serving. Yes. The majority of this group, in case your antipathy has blinded you, are detached from the run-of-the-mill humankind."
Vernon regards his daughter while giving the matter further thought. He than addressed Ei to conclude:
"To simply say, the order have lied to you. But as you have mentioned without sufficient knowledge to substantiate such a claim, the orders endeavor may be doomed to fail, or not.... I for one prefer to make sure it does. Let it be known right now, they have succeeded in their cause far more than you realize throughout the ages. On either accord, I will not allow them to succeed in the ineffectual destruction of more lives. Stand back and allow these few and rare decent humans to die if you must. I will not."
He now gives a stern look to Annie. "For reasons I have explained, I deeply regret not being a direct part of your life until now, but I did what I had to do. I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your obedience. All I ask now is that you consider following me into battle to defend these humans, some of which you have even chosen as father to your child. I could use your help, Anne, you and that shaman you have growing inside you.... The decision is yours." He looks to Ei with one last word. "If you are intent on abandoning these humans then... I will need to assist in your cause once I'm done defending their honor. Now would be a good time to remove the void from outside this wretched house."
Walking away without granting Ei the room to respond, Vernon enters the hallway and looks kindly upon all present.
"In case you haven't noticed, your lives are in danger. I will help you fight."
Annie listens intently to her fathers words, but displays no emotion until he has departed, at which point she turns to Ei, a look of great acumen in her narrowing eyes.
"The fathers of my unborn will not die. Remove the void."
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.
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.
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?"
'Silas' turns sharply over to Jack. "Oh, shut up," he quickly grunts, before looking around again.
Vernon was indifferent for hearing of the Order's recent conduct with Ei. He was well aware of their tendency for deceit, yet he was not ready to explain their intricate nature to Ei. Doing so would take a great deal of time, and time was of the essence at the moment. Perhaps Ei would, in time, learn that the Order do and say nothing unless it serves their cause, even if by doing so lies must be bequeathed. As for humans... Vernon appeared less than bigoted for Ei's personal disdain towards them. He has had his fair share of disagreements with humans, but does not pigeonhole the entire race for the deeds of those relative few who have performed misdeeds towards him.
"I am of a different opinion." He is straight with Ei, though lacking emotional commitment. "Most humans I have become acquainted with are petty, judgmental, discriminate and self serving. Yes. The majority of this group, in case your antipathy has blinded you, are detached from the run-of-the-mill humankind."
Vernon regards his daughter while giving the matter further thought. He than addressed Ei to conclude:
"To simply say, the order have lied to you. But as you have mentioned without sufficient knowledge to substantiate such a claim, the orders endeavor may be doomed to fail, or not.... I for one prefer to make sure it does. Let it be known right now, they have succeeded in their cause far more than you realize throughout the ages. On either accord, I will not allow them to succeed in the ineffectual destruction of more lives. Stand back and allow these few and rare decent humans to die if you must. I will not."
He now gives a stern look to Annie. "For reasons I have explained, I deeply regret not being a direct part of your life until now, but I did what I had to do. I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your obedience. All I ask now is that you consider following me into battle to defend these humans, some of which you have even chosen as father to your child. I could use your help, Anne, you and that shaman you have growing inside you.... The decision is yours." He looks to Ei with one last word. "If you are intent on abandoning these humans then... I will need to assist in your cause once I'm done defending their honor. Now would be a good time to remove the void from outside this wretched house."
Walking away without granting Ei the room to respond, Vernon enters the hallway and looks kindly upon all present.
"In case you haven't noticed, your lives are in danger. I will help you fight."
Annie listens intently to her fathers words, but displays no emotion until he has departed, at which point she turns to Ei, a look of great acumen in her narrowing eyes.
"The fathers of my unborn will not die. Remove the void."
She giggles like a child anticipating play.
Fred is struck by a freak bolt of lightening.
"Is, someone... hunting us?" he mutters to himself, having heard Vernon's announcement.
Why, the host seems to know who these 'hunters' are! Some sort of 'Order'... How delightful, that it'll all be miiiiiine once I finish consuming his heart...
Wait, that must mean they're lifting the barrier, if I'm not mistaken! Perfect...
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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.
"I sure do hope my livestock are okay back home." Ezmond tells his new, funny little friend as he follows him through the door with Ariel's sword floating after them. "Coming here, I wasn't none too little worried about how they'd cope if I just so happened to take too long returning to them all. I hot diggity damn as heck didn't want them to commence to starving in my absence - that would be more than terrible! So I just went on ahead and put a spell on all them animals before I left. Nothing too fancy, mind you, but they should be able to take care of themselves without me for a while, at least. Gosh darn it, sure do hope that spell worked, I wouldn't want anything to happen to them while I'm away! Just can't help to worry about them, though, no sir!"
Ezmond kept on to rambling like a real motormouth about his farm and all his fine animals, while Renard, himself and the ghost of Ariel moved on ahead in search of Ariel's body.
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.
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.
While Gwen is flapping them arms and whistling with those there wolves chasing after her, it just so happens a fine looking cow steps out of thin air about thirty yards ahead! That cow is then followed by another then another, and then some horses and pigs and sheep too! Before she knows it, there's a whole gosh darn huge herd of farm animals stampeding up the street towards her!
Now, this over 200 strong herd of ungulates soon become none too little aware of Gwen and them wolves chasing her down. They all seem mighty concerned about it too and start hollering at the top of their lungs, "Wolf-wolf-wolf!". But they don't turn tail and run, no sir! They keep on running and aiming to trample them wolves into the ground!
Meanwhile! The cow who appeared first, steps in front of Gwen to block her path, giving that bird girl a big ol eyeballing, and speaks - "haaave moooooo seeeen Beeeeeeetttyyyyyyyyyyy? Eeeeeeezmoooooond?" It could be determined that that cow is looking for two people who go by the names of Betty and Ezmond!
Betty's face is all kinda screwed up like someone severely constipated, listening to big ol Boris's rant. Then when Chissy has a breakdown in response to Boris, Betty just kinda backs away and rolls her eyes. She sure as heck feels sorry for both those guys, but it's perfectly obvious that she had better leave the situation well and truly alone for now! Ain't no use in poking at a bee hive with a stick!
Vernon was indifferent for hearing of the Order's recent conduct with Ei. He was well aware of their tendency for deceit, yet he was not ready to explain their intricate nature to Ei. Doing so would take a great deal of time, and time was of the essence at the moment. Perhaps Ei would, in time, learn that the Order do and say nothing unless it serves their cause, even if by doing so lies must be bequeathed. As for humans... Vernon appeared less than bigoted for Ei's personal disdain towards them. He has had his fair share of disagreements with humans, but does not pigeonhole the entire race for the deeds of those relative few who have performed misdeeds towards him.
"Blah blah blah I'm judging you!"
Vernon regards his daughter while giving the matter further thought. He than addressed Ei to conclude:
"Blah blah blah I hope you feel guilty!"
Walking away without granting Ei the room to respond, Vernon enters the hallway and looks kindly upon all present.
"In case you haven't noticed, your lives are in danger. I will help you fight."
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.
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?"
Betty edges her way from the freaky little dragon and Approaches Jack. Just so happens he might be the most stable person around at that time, and not too bad looking in a I'll-kill-you-if-you-look-at-me-wrong kinda way. As soon as he finishes chatting with the old nut job, Silas, she gives Jack a big and somewhat uncomfortable smile.
"So uh... ummmm.... How ya do'n there, stranger? What brings a knight in shining armor to nasty ol place like this?"
But wouldn't you know it! Before or maybe after Jack has time to reply (and I sure am hoping he does) that Vernon fella shows up again, making his big ol tough guy speech about helping everyone fight the threat around town!
Betty gives Jack a little nudge with her elbow. "Is it just me, or is that guy special? He sure is a cutie, I'll give him that much for certain!"
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Betty edges her way from the freaky little dragon and Approaches Jack. Just so happens he might be the most stable person around at that time, and not too bad looking in a I'll-kill-you-if-you-look-at-me-wrong kinda way. As soon as he finishes chatting with the old nut job, Silas, she gives Jack a big and somewhat uncomfortable smile.
"So uh... ummmm.... How ya do'n there, stranger? What brings a knight in shining armor to nasty ol place like this?"
Jack glances at Betty as she approaches and talks to him, answering, "Given the circumstances, I've been doing pretty well," with Ei in the other room, he removes his helmet once more, rubbing his eyes as he continues, "I had hoped to get some sleep here, but... well, that didn't happen." He looks at her again, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Say, you were at the inn earlier, weren't you? Good to see you're still alive."
Walking away without granting Ei the room to respond, Vernon enters the hallway and looks kindly upon all present.
"In case you haven't noticed, your lives are in danger. I will help you fight."
But wouldn't you know it! Before or maybe after Jack has time to reply (and I sure am hoping he does) that Vernon fella shows up again, making his big ol tough guy speech about helping everyone fight the threat around town!
Betty gives Jack a little nudge with her elbow. "Is it just me, or is that guy special? He sure is a cutie, I'll give him that much for certain!"
Jack turns to Vernon as he enters the room. "There is certainly something unique about him," Jack answers after the nudge from Betty, before speaking up in response to his offer. "I assume you are referring to the robed... individuals? And if so, I take it that means... you know some way to counter their abilities?" Jack recalled back to the two prior encounters with the cultists in which he had attempted to do some harm to them; the one outside the mansion, who seemed to simply shrug off physical assault, and the false image of Boris, who had allowed himself to be impaled by Magebuster, to little effect.
While the former didn't necessarily concern Jack- it wouldn't be the first time he fought something that couldn't be defeated with sheer force- the latter was more... troubling. He had at first assumed that these cultists wielding some kind of powerful magic, something that Magebuster should have excelled against; its was designed primarily as an anti-magic weapon, after all. And yet it had no effect at all upon the image of Boris, be it an illusion alone or an illusory disguise. To Jack, this meant one of two things: either the cultists had access to some kind of magic unknown not only to himself, but to the original creator and wielder of the sword and the kingdom he had originated from, Evelus- one that took great pride in the breadth of its knowledge of the arcane- or whatever their abilities were, they were not some form of magic.
Either one was a rather unpleasant possibility.
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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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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 the 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.
'Silas' turns sharply over to Jack. "Oh, shut up," he quickly grunts, before looking around again.
"Is, someone... hunting us?" he mutters to himself, having heard Vernon's announcement. Why, the host seems to know who these 'hunters' are! Some sort of 'Order'... How delightful, that it'll all be miiiiiine once I finish consuming his heart...Wait, that must mean they're lifting the barrier, if I'm not mistaken! Perfect...
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Betty edges her way from the freaky little dragon and Approaches Jack. Just so happens he might be the most stable person around at that time, and not too bad looking in a I'll-kill-you-if-you-look-at-me-wrong kinda way. As soon as he finishes chatting with the old nut job, Silas, she gives Jack a big and somewhat uncomfortable smile.
"So uh... ummmm.... How ya do'n there, stranger? What brings a knight in shining armor to nasty ol place like this?"
But wouldn't you know it! Before or maybe after Jack has time to reply (and I sure am hoping he does) that Vernon fella shows up again, making his big ol tough guy speech about helping everyone fight the threat around town!
Betty gives Jack a little nudge with her elbow. "Is it just me, or is that guy special? He sure is a cutie, I'll give him that much for certain!"
Jack glances at Betty as she approaches and talks to him, answering, "Given the circumstances, I've been doing pretty well," with Ei in the other room, he removes his helmet once more, rubbing his eyes as he continues, "I had hoped to get some sleep here, but... well, that didn't happen." He looks at her again, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Say, you were at the inn earlier, weren't you? Good to see you're still alive."
Jack turns to Vernon as he enters the room. "There is certainly something unique about him," Jack answers after the nudge from Betty, before speaking up in response to his offer. "I assume you are referring to the robed... individuals? And if so, I take it that means... you know some way to counter their abilities?" Jack recalled back to the two prior encounters with the cultists in which he had attempted to do some harm to them; the one outside the mansion, who seemed to simply shrug off physical assault, and the false image of Boris, who had allowed himself to be impaled by Magebuster, to little effect.
While the former didn't necessarily concern Jack- it wouldn't be the first time he fought something that couldn't be defeated with sheer force- the latter was more... troubling. He had at first assumed that these cultists wielding some kind of powerful magic, something that Magebuster should have excelled against; its was designed primarily as an anti-magic weapon, after all. And yet it had no effect at all upon the image of Boris, be it an illusion alone or an illusory disguise. To Jack, this meant one of two things: either the cultists had access to some kind of magic unknown not only to himself, but to the original creator and wielder of the sword and the kingdom he had originated from, Evelus- one that took great pride in the breadth of its knowledge of the arcane- or whatever their abilities were, they were not some form of magic.
Either one was a rather unpleasant possibility.
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When Chisille fell into a state of hysteria, Boris's stared pout at the ground was broken. He looked at the pathetic display, his heart hurt at the sound of the dragon crying, but his lack of current intellect didn't provide him a suitable response. He was frustrated by this, lifted himself off the floor and stomped his foot hard like a child chucking a tantrum. He then turns around, alerted by Silas's rude remark to Jack. His eyes flare with rage as he gives the old man a hefty shove against the wall -
"YOU DON'T TALK TO MY FRIEND LIKE THAT!" The shove was no doubt severe enough to knock the wind right out of Silas.
He then walks over to Jack and Betty, not saying a word to Jack, but distractedly happy to be in the company of the only friend he has at this point. He gives a soured look to Betty.
"Girls are mean!"
Vernon enters the room again to make his announcement. Boris looks at the man like someone might look at an alien vessel descending from the heavens, and also replies to Vernon:
"I may not be a smart man, but I can tell when someone is lying! Likeable men like you get away with fibs all the time!" He clenches his fists so hard that his knuckles turn white. "You better tell the truth or ELSE!"
Just then a little voice screams out from behind Jack, Bob, Betty and Boris. It's the slug on the wall, yelling loud enough for the four to hear, even though his words are directed at Jack:
"Hey you, Jack! I need a favor! Come on over here, please. It seems things are heating up around here, and I sure would appreciate it if you let me take a ride on your shoulder. I promise not to be a nuisance, you won't even know I'm there, really! It's just that I have no way of keeping up without a little help. And by the way... please don't hurt me! Oh yeah, thanks for putting out the fire!"
Buttons lifts his eyes to Jack, a look of 'this kitten is hungry' on his face.
Bob smiles, also saying something to Jack. "Looks like you're the man of the hours."
"I sure do hope my livestock are okay back home." Ezmond tells his new, funny little friend as he follows him through the door with Ariel's sword floating after them. "Coming here, I wasn't none too little worried about how they'd cope if I just so happened to take too long returning to them all. I hot diggity damn as heck didn't want them to commence to starving in my absence - that would be more than terrible! So I just went on ahead and put a spell on all them animals before I left. Nothing too fancy, mind you, but they should be able to take care of themselves without me for a while, at least. Gosh darn it, sure do hope that spell worked, I wouldn't want anything to happen to them while I'm away! Just can't help to worry about them, though, no sir!"
Ezmond kept on to rambling like a real motormouth about his farm and all his fine animals, while Renard, himself and the ghost of Ariel moved on ahead in search of Ariel's body.
As Renard, Ezmond and the ghost of Ariel enter the hallway - not the same hall as the other group are in - they see Ariel, or his possessed body, standing at the end of it. His eyes are radiating red, and he speaks in demonic voice;
"This host is mine. You will not subdue me. I have not tasted of freedom in millennium. Let me be!"
He is holding Renard's revolver. It's already loaded and ready, hammer pulled back, all three barrels pointed directly at Ezmond's head.
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.
Betty's face is all kinda screwed up like someone severely constipated, listening to big ol Boris's rant. Then when Chissy has a breakdown in response to Boris, Betty just kinda backs away and rolls her eyes. She sure as heck feels sorry for both those guys, but it's perfectly obvious that she had better leave the situation well and truly alone for now! Ain't no use in poking at a bee hive with a stick!
Betty edges her way from the freaky little dragon and Approaches Jack.
When Chisille fell into a state of hysteria, Boris's stared pout at the ground was broken. He looked at the pathetic display, his heart hurt at the sound of the dragon crying, but his lack of current intellect didn't provide him a suitable response. He was frustrated by this, lifted himself off the floor and stomped his foot hard like a child chucking a tantrum. He then turns around, alerted by Silas's rude remark to Jack.
While Chisille cried her eyes out, she had the chance to calm down and reassess the situation. 'What... am I doing? I can't break into tears every time something upsets me. It makes too much noise, it makes me vulnerable. I need to-' Her thoughts pause for a moment as her nose begins working it's magic again. She can smell something. It's incredibly familiar yet somehow sweeter then before. More appetizing. Her tongue stuck out and swiped across her upper lip, catching what had splattered on her face from before. It tasted... irresistible.
Her tears stopped flowing and her cries quietened down as she lifted herself back off the floor. She was focusing on her surroundings again and it didn't take long for her to set her sights on what she was suddenly after. Without any consideration for what the others were doing she moved over to the red stains all over the floor. Chisille paused briefly in realization at what she was about to do. 'I... can't really do this can I? But... but... I must. I need to. Why am I so thirsty? ... ...Ugh, it doesn't matter. I'm going to do this and nothing is going to stop me. Finally I'm going to get what I've been after. I just needed a little spark.' she thought.
And at that, she started to lap up the crimson liquid. She enjoyed it. Absolutely enjoyed it. She felt like she could just drink and drink until she burst. Her lips and snout were covered in red by now.
Chisille suddenly gasped in shock. Something within her was happening and it had come with a sharp burst of weird feeling, one which she hadn't felt before. She stared down at her shaking bloodsoaked paw as she could feel the unknown within her shifting, moving, awakening. The first visible signs of what was happening could be seen on her tail. The strip of cloth wrapped around her wound was faintly glowing where her injury was. She quickly turned around to witness this, feeling nervous and anxious about what she had done to herself.
However, she couldn't escape the feeling that what was happening felt soothing.
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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.
Gwen exhales sharply, turns to run- and slips, her boots skidding from beneath her as she lands with a thud. For a few seconds, one foot continues to scrape against the ground, as though it had missed that she was no longer running. Her eyes flicker to the figure of the cow above her and she makes a weak little choking noise, dragging her shawl around so she can bury her face in it.
“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.
Ace shuffles uneasily into a wider stance, digging a handful of something out of one of their pockets. "And who sent you?" they ask, the earth trembling ever so slightly beneath their feet.
When Chisille fell into a state of hysteria, Boris's stared pout at the ground was broken. He looked at the pathetic display, his heart hurt at the sound of the dragon crying, but his lack of current intellect didn't provide him a suitable response. He was frustrated by this, lifted himself off the floor and stomped his foot hard like a child chucking a tantrum. He then turns around, alerted by Silas's rude remark to Jack. His eyes flare with rage as he gives the old man a hefty shove against the wall -
"YOU DON'T TALK TO MY FRIEND LIKE THAT!" The shove was no doubt severe enough to knock the wind right out of Silas.
He then walks over to Jack and Betty, not saying a word to Jack, but distractedly happy to be in the company of the only friend he has at this point. He gives a soured look to Betty.
"Girls are mean!"
Vernon enters the room again to make his announcement. Boris looks at the man like someone might look at an alien vessel descending from the heavens, and also replies to Vernon:
"I may not be a smart man, but I can tell when someone is lying! Likeable men like you get away with fibs all the time!" He clenches his fists so hard that his knuckles turn white. "You better tell the truth or ELSE!"
Just then a little voice screams out from behind Jack, Bob, Betty and Boris. It's the slug on the wall, yelling loud enough for the four to hear, even though his words are directed at Jack:
"Hey you, Jack! I need a favor! Come on over here, please. It seems things are heating up around here, and I sure would appreciate it if you let me take a ride on your shoulder. I promise not to be a nuisance, you won't even know I'm there, really! It's just that I have no way of keeping up without a little help. And by the way... please don't hurt me! Oh yeah, thanks for putting out the fire!"
Buttons lifts his eyes to Jack, a look of 'this kitten is hungry' on his face.
Bob smiles, also saying something to Jack. "Looks like you're the man of the hours."
As 'Silas' was knocked against the wall, he did not remotely look like he was in any sort of pain. "Oh, so that's how you want to play it, mister Bonecrusher..." he growls softly, a small grin crawling up his mouth.
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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
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"I sure do hope my livestock are okay back home." Ezmond tells his new, funny little friend as he follows him through the door with Ariel's sword floating after them. "Coming here, I wasn't none too little worried about how they'd cope if I just so happened to take too long returning to them all. I hot diggity damn as heck didn't want them to commence to starving in my absence - that would be more than terrible! So I just went on ahead and put a spell on all them animals before I left. Nothing too fancy, mind you, but they should be able to take care of themselves without me for a while, at least. Gosh darn it, sure do hope that spell worked, I wouldn't want anything to happen to them while I'm away! Just can't help to worry about them, though, no sir!"
Ezmond kept on to rambling like a real motormouth about his farm and all his fine animals, while Renard, himself and the ghost of Ariel moved on ahead in search of Ariel's body.
Renard only listens halfheartedly to Ezmond's chatter as they continue to trudge through the hallways. It was always difficult for him to deal with those types of people; most likely because hearing of other people's lives made him lament his wasted childhood.
As Renard, Ezmond and the ghost of Ariel enter the hallway - not the same hall as the other group are in - they see Ariel, or his possessed body, standing at the end of it. His eyes are radiating red, and he speaks in demonic voice;
"This host is mine. You will not subdue me. I have not tasted of freedom in millennium. Let me be!"
He is holding Renard's revolver. It's already loaded and ready, hammer pulled back, all three barrels pointed directly at Ezmond's head.
Renard stops in his tracks, and so does Ezmond presumably. His unblinking gaze fixates on the flintlock pistol (not revolver), and by extension, its long silver barrels that had been pointed at him and his ally. This was a sight he would've never expected to see; his own creation being used against him. He always thought guns were his unique trait, exclusive to him always, but this sets off his imagination and he pictures a future in which guns are the primary weapons of armies, with swords having outlived their usefulness.
This takes all of two seconds, after which Renard decides it is not worth staying in a linear hallway with a man wielding a gun at the other end of it.
He stays extremely still for a few more seconds, continuing to look them in the eyes. The silence between the duo and their enemy was going to be broken, one way or another, and it wasn't going to be pretty. It was just a question of who, and when.
Immediately Renard darts for the nearest door, dragging Ezmond with him before he can react to anything that had been going on for the past few seconds, both ducking to avoid any lead balls heading their way. Once they are safely inside, he breathes a sigh of relief, before cursing the entity.
"Bloody hell... Locked up for a millennium and already knows how to use it. Fast learner."
Renard slumps against the wall and quickly scans the contents of the room for anything interesting.
"I don't suppose you exorcists or whatever your line of work is called are equipped to deal with gun-toting lunatics," he says wryly.
"Actually-- no one ever is, except maybe if they're from the future," adds Renard hastily.
While Gwen is flapping them arms and whistling with those there wolves chasing after her, it just so happens a fine looking cow steps out of thin air about thirty yards ahead! That cow is then followed by another then another, and then some horses and pigs and sheep too! Before she knows it, there's a whole gosh darn huge herd of farm animals stampeding up the street towards her!
Now, this over 200 strong herd of ungulates soon become none too little aware of Gwen and them wolves chasing her down. They all seem mighty concerned about it too and start hollering at the top of their lungs, "Wolf-wolf-wolf!". But they don't turn tail and run, no sir! They keep on running and aiming to trample them wolves into the ground!
Meanwhile! The cow who appeared first, steps in front of Gwen to block her path, giving that bird girl a big ol eyeballing, and speaks - "haaave moooooo seeeen Beeeeeeetttyyyyyyyyyyy? Eeeeeeezmoooooond?" It could be determined that that cow is looking for two people who go by the names of Betty and Ezmond!
Gwen exhales sharply, turns to run- and slips, her boots skidding from beneath her as she lands with a thud. For a few seconds, one foot continues to scrape against the ground, as though it had missed that she was no longer running. Her eyes flicker to the figure of the cow above her and she makes a weak little choking noise, dragging her shawl around so she can bury her face in it.
The advancing wolves respond in a similar fashion to Gwen, sliding to a halt at the unlikely appearance of many… farm animals. When it is clear this very large domesticated herd are directing their charge at the wolves, the wolves release a whimper and retreat quickly. They scatter out of sight down the alleys of nearby building. As these farm animals do or… do not give chase, the dilapidated voice of a presence unseen is heard to yell out as if in frustrated torment. The yelling out is accompanied by the piercing shriek of a Raven high in the sky above. A moment later Gwen is seized roughly by one arm, supposedly grabbed by the hand of the unseen entity - who then proceeds to drag her fast across the ground and away from the cow which was… apparently speaking to her.
Ace shuffles uneasily into a wider stance, digging a handful of something out of one of their pockets. "And who sent you?" they ask, the earth trembling ever so slightly beneath their feet.
The wolves grade their advancement. They lower their heads, ears pivoting forward, nostrils flared. They are cautiously aware of the trembling earth, yet their eyes remain fixed on Ace as they continue to close in. Their behavior now appears surreal in slowed motion while the voice behind Ace replies. This time, however, the voice seems to be speaking over itself, each word duplicated many times and trailing off like an echo.
“We are the Order. You are our witness. We will not suffer you to live. Lower your defense… do not make this difficult.”
As the final word echoes out, the air surrounding Ace comes alive with transparent imagery, revealing a recounting of Ace in the graveyard outside of town where they first laid witness to a member of the Order –
The recount lasts but a moment before the image disperses and the three wolves suddenly break their surreal motion, snarling wildly as they pounce at Ace in unison.
“I am too much man for you.” Vernon winks at Betty, indicating he is merely jesting, yet his persona shifts considerably to add; “Besides, by the aroma you’re giving off, I would suggest you have recently conceived.”
(Pandolen, please note I took a great liberty with this. Therefore, if you do not wish for your character to be with child, then I do not mind at all. Was merely a ploy to create further drama)
Vernon does pause to regard the dragon indulging in the taste of blood, before shifting a glare to Boris. “Withholding facts is not a lie. You have no idea of the powers you hold. Your scent is extremely sweet…. If you only knew of the abilities that lie waiting within you, you, and you alone, could vanquish the threat to this town. Boris… let it be known right now, for the good of yourself and all others present, you are the son of a God. It may be time for you to acknowledge that.”
He now turns his attention to Jack: “You’ve chosen your words well, Jack. The people you refer to are called The Order. I was part of them, but no more, I will no longer let them have their way with the innocent. We are spawned of a different planet. Our abilities are… natural, inborn. Each of us have our own. Some of us have many.”
Vernon regards Jacks equipment, as someone might regard the archaic tools of centuries past, than asks; “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you, Jack, of civilizations mysteriously disappearing from the face of the planet… no trace… no evidence? Now you know who is responsible. You, and many in this town, have been witness to the Order, though it be no fault of your own. Nevertheless, The Order don’t allow any witness to live. They pride themselves on secrecy. …There is no way to destroy The Order entirely, at least not here and now. But yes, there may be a way to counter their current efforts.”
He steps away from Jack, now addressing each person in the room.
“You may have heard the wolves outside. They are here to eradicate those who have witnessed the cloaked men. But they are not at all men and the wolves are merely the first wave; a relatively inconspicuous measure of attack to prevent further witnesses. Yet they are, in effect, only wolves. I assume you won’t have an issue killing wolves? But don’t get too cocky in this knowledge, the wolves don’t ride alone. We have a battle ahead of us. If their first assault fails them, they will not hesitate to deploy a second, more powerful wave.”
It may be apparent to Jack and the others in the hall at this time, Vernon has still not answered Jack’s question with any specific indication on how to counter The Order. By the look in Vernon’s eyes, it may however be clear that he lacks the faith in those present to succeed in what is needed to perform the task.
While Ei contemplated the matters at hand, Annie gives her a kiss on the cheek then walks to the entrance of the hall, one eye revealed as she peeks around the door-frame to watch her father speak.
As Aella went about the town, she smelled a strong sense of farm animals, various types of farms animal to be exact though there was also some other animal smell...she couldn't pin point it out exactly though she had a pretty clear guess as to what it was: Wolves, judging by the sounds of howling from across the town. She then commences searching for more of these wolves and farm animals, perhaps to gauge where they are coming from.
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The advancing wolves respond in a similar fashion to Gwen, sliding to a halt at the unlikely appearance of many… farm animals. When it is clear this very large domesticated herd are directing their charge at the wolves, the wolves release a whimper and retreat quickly. They scatter out of sight down the alleys of nearby building. As these farm animals do or… do not give chase, the dilapidated voice of a presence unseen is heard to yell out as if in frustrated torment. The yelling out is accompanied by the piercing shriek of a Raven high in the sky above. A moment later Gwen is seized roughly by one arm, supposedly grabbed by the hand of the unseen entity - who then proceeds to drag her fast across the ground and away from the cow which was… apparently speaking to her.
Gwen doesn't visibly react, though her shawl is knocked further askew by the rough treatment. She uses her free hand to lift it to her face.
Suddenly, with a motion one might use to snatch something from an unruly child, and an unreasonable amount of strength for it, she attempts to wrench her arm free, or perhaps free it from her glove.
The wolves grade their advancement. They lower their heads, ears pivoting forward, nostrils flared. They are cautiously aware of the trembling earth, yet their eyes remain fixed on Ace as they continue to close in. Their behavior now appears surreal in slowed motion while the voice behind Ace replies. This time, however, the voice seems to be speaking over itself, each word duplicated many times and trailing off like an echo.
“We are the Order. You are our witness. We will not suffer you to live. Lower your defense… do not make this difficult.”
As the final word echoes out, the air surrounding Ace comes alive with transparent imagery, revealing a recounting of Ace in the graveyard outside of town where they first laid witness to a member of the Order –
The recount lasts but a moment before the image disperses and the three wolves suddenly break their surreal motion, snarling wildly as they pounce at Ace in unison.
Ace flicks their wrist, scattering the crystals from their hand, which never hit the ground. Their tube-shaped barrier flashes into existence as the wolves strike, intersecting a few muzzles and paws and one corner of their own cloak, neatly shearing it off. The barrier starts to spin steadily as they toss off their hood with both hands.
While Ei contemplated the matters at hand, Annie gives her a kiss on the cheek then walks to the entrance of the hall, one eye revealed as she peeks around the door-frame to watch her father speak.
Ei sighs at the current... predicament. On one hand, she wanted to fight the Order, if only to make Annie happy and get rid of potential future annoyances.
On the other hand, the Order's offer was tempting, and easy to comply with. Ignoring the Order (whom's existence is something Ei would gladly forget as long as they didn't get in her way anyway) is easy, and in return they'd leave her be.
As Annie goes to peek at her father discussing the current situation with the others, Ei decides to lift the void around the Mansion, allowing those inside to freely leave. She'd decide later on whether or not to help them, for now she could sit back and simply observe the upcoming fight.
After all, every possible outcome would be beneficial to her.
As Aella went about the town, she smelled a strong sense of farm animals, various types of farms animal to be exact though there was also some other animal smell...she couldn't pin point it out exactly though she had a pretty clear guess as to what it was: Wolves, judging by the sounds of howling from across the town. She then commences searching for more of these wolves and farm animals, perhaps to gauge where they are coming from.
After a short while of wandering, Aella encounters the animal horde.
After a short while of wandering, Aella encounters the animal horde.
Upon reaching the animal horde, Aella looks at them, observing their movements to judge where they are coming from, if there is a discernible direction they are coming from she goes there, if not she continues looking around to judge what is going on here.
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Renard only listens halfheartedly to Ezmond's chatter as they continue to trudge through the hallways. It was always difficult for him to deal with those types of people; most likely because hearing of other people's lives made him lament his wasted childhood.
Renard stops in his tracks, and so does Ezmond presumably. His unblinking gaze fixates on the flintlock pistol (not revolver), and by extension, its long silver barrels that had been pointed at him and his ally. This was a sight he would've never expected to see; his own creation being used against him. He always thought guns were his unique trait, exclusive to him always, but this sets off his imagination and he pictures a future in which guns are the primary weapons of armies, with swords having outlived their usefulness.
This takes all of two seconds, after which Renard decides it is not worth staying in a linear hallway with a man wielding a gun at the other end of it.
He stays extremely still for a few more seconds, continuing to look them in the eyes. The silence between the duo and their enemy was going to be broken, one way or another, and it wasn't going to be pretty. It was just a question of who, and when.
Immediately Renard darts for the nearest door, dragging Ezmond with him before he can react to anything that had been going on for the past few seconds, both ducking to avoid any lead balls heading their way. Once they are safely inside, he breathes a sigh of relief, before cursing the entity.
"Bloody hell... Locked up for a millennium and already knows how to use it. Fast learner."
Renard slumps against the wall and quickly scans the contents of the room for anything interesting.
"I don't suppose you exorcists or whatever your line of work is called are equipped to deal with gun-toting lunatics," he says wryly.
"Actually-- no one ever is, except maybe if they're from the future," adds Renard hastily.
Ariel's soul remained in the hallway, his sword the only thing seen of him as it swung in the air like pendulum. By this account alone, it could have been perceived that he was feeling a little bored, but that's not really what he was feeling at all; dangling his sword in a swinging manner was just a display of his casual confidence as he prepared to confront the demon inhabiting his body.
With a growing smile on the face of his soul, he started moving down the hallway, out of the line of sight of Renard and Ezmond in the room as he approached the Demon. Even though Renard and Edmond couldn't have heard him, he spoke, knowing the demon most likely could.
"You might wanna hand my body back to me, dumb-bum. In case you haven't noticed, you're inhabiting the body of an angel, and the last time I checked, when a demon inhabits the body of an angel, things start getting unpleasant for said demon. Are you feeling the burn yet?"
"Not so!" The demon screeched with the voice of Ariel's body, "You fail in your understanding, angel - for have you forgotten the sin you committed? This body is no longer a holy vessel! It is mine to do with as I choose!"
The Demon had a point, and Ariel realized that fact to be true, but he had another card up his sleeve -
"Then prepare to have a short life, demon, because I'd rather see my body dead than see it inhabited by filth like you. And don't even think about running, you and I both know flesh can't outrun a soul."
The Demon responded with a hair raising scream and squeezed the trigger of the flintlock pistol. The blast of the gun filled the mansion and the bullet, obviously passing right through Ariel's soul, punched a hole in the door frame of the room Renard and Ezmond had entered.
"Effective!" Ariel scoffed at the Demons attack, as he raised his sword and rushed at the demon, aiming to drive the blade straight through his own heart.
The demon found no other curse of retaliation but to throw the pistol at Ariel's soul in frustration, though this attack was just as ineffective as the gun hit the floor and slid its way down the hallway floor and past the open door of the room, while the demon let out another scream and vacated Ariel's body as the blade penetrated the flesh. Fortunately, Ariel's aim was a little off, since he wasn't yet fully coordinated in soul form, and the blade entered the shoulder of his body instead of his chest. at the same time, the spirit of the Demon fled like a gust of powerful wind down the hallway and into the room where Ezmond and Renard were waiting. In an instant the demon spirit had hold of Renard, lifting him high and pinning him to the ceiling, attempting to reach in and rip Renard's soul from his vessel.
Out in the hallway, now his body was empty, Ariel's own soul was sucked immediately back inside. Straight away he felt the pain of the sword lodged in his shoulder as he yelled out in pain and dropped to the floor, wriggling about in agony while desperately trying to pull the sword free.
As 'Silas' was knocked against the wall, he did not remotely look like he was in any sort of pain. "Oh, so that's how you want to play it, mister Bonecrusher..." he growls softly, a small grin crawling up his mouth.
Boris hadn't yet divulged his Bonecrusher identity to anyone in Waise yet and it was doubtful anyone there were part of the circles that knew of said reputation, but even though his own memory may have been at fault, he doubted that, so he just grimaces down at the little, bearded man, replying;
“I am too much man for you.” Vernon winks at Betty, indicating he is merely jesting, yet his persona shifts considerably to add; “Besides, by the aroma you’re giving off, I would suggest you have recently conceived.”
(Pandolen, please note I took a great liberty with this. Therefore, if you do not wish for your character to be with child, then I do not mind at all. Was merely a ploy to create further drama)
Vernon does pause to regard the dragon indulging in the taste of blood, before shifting a glare to Boris. “Withholding facts is not a lie. You have no idea of the powers you hold. Your scent is extremely sweet…. If you only knew of the abilities that lie waiting within you, you, and you alone, could vanquish the threat to this town. Boris… let it be known right now, for the good of yourself and all others present, you are the son of a God. It may be time for you to acknowledge that.”
He now turns his attention to Jack: “You’ve chosen your words well, Jack. The people you refer to are called The Order. I was part of them, but no more, I will no longer let them have their way with the innocent. We are spawned of a different planet. Our abilities are… natural, inborn. Each of us have our own. Some of us have many.”
Vernon regards Jacks equipment, as someone might regard the archaic tools of centuries past, than asks; “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you, Jack, of civilizations mysteriously disappearing from the face of the planet… no trace… no evidence? Now you know who is responsible. You, and many in this town, have been witness to the Order, though it be no fault of your own. Nevertheless, The Order don’t allow any witness to live. They pride themselves on secrecy. …There is no way to destroy The Order entirely, at least not here and now. But yes, there may be a way to counter their current efforts.”
He steps away from Jack, now addressing each person in the room.
“You may have heard the wolves outside. They are here to eradicate those who have witnessed the cloaked men. But they are not at all men and the wolves are merely the first wave; a relatively inconspicuous measure of attack to prevent further witnesses. Yet they are, in effect, only wolves. I assume you won’t have an issue killing wolves? But don’t get too cocky in this knowledge, the wolves don’t ride alone. We have a battle ahead of us. If their first assault fails them, they will not hesitate to deploy a second, more powerful wave.”
It may be apparent to Jack and the others in the hall at this time, Vernon has still not answered Jack’s question with any specific indication on how to counter The Order. By the look in Vernon’s eyes, it may however be clear that he lacks the faith in those present to succeed in what is needed to perform the task.
While Ei contemplated the matters at hand, Annie gives her a kiss on the cheek then walks to the entrance of the hall, one eye revealed as she peeks around the door-frame to watch her father speak.
Boris's attention is then drawn back to Vernon as he starts talking to him. What Vernon said wasn't exactly irrefutable evidence that he wasn't a big fat liar, but if Vernon was telling the truth, it kinda explained a lot of things that have happen to Boris recently: The strange appearance in the bedroom earlier, the travelling back to the past to un-kill a dragon, not to mention a few other things like the unnaturally intelligent speech he delivered to the silly crybaby dragon a few minutes ago - Hell, he himself wasn't even sure what all that jabbering was about anymore.
On account of Vernon's testimony kinda making sense, Boris really didn't have anything to reply with, he was too busy trying to wrap his mind around the implications. His jaw awkwardly shifted to one side as his eyebrows knotted together, peering thoughtfully at Vernon as he went on to talk to Jack. If it was true, if he was in fact the son of a God, then what exactly did he have to do to use those sorts of powers? He strained his mind incredibly hard, even groaning a little while trying to find something that each of those strange events had in common.
"...I sure do wish I knew the answer." He mumbled, his voice straining like someone direly constipated - and that was all it took, that was the answer - the realization was so intense that he stumbled back a couple of steps, and declared at the top of his lungs; "I wanted those things really bad and they happened!" With his eyes still pinned on Vernon, he spoke the next thought that came to mind. "The sons of Gods smell like sweet things?" Without actually wanting an answer to the question, being that it was more or less a rhetorical question, he immediately started to think of something else he wanted just as badly as the other things when the strange events happened, but only one thing came to mind at the moment: Revel Yell.
"I sure do wish I had my bone back." He told himself with pure honestly; "But at the same time, I sure don't want that dragon to die again because of it." These words were in tune with two specific thoughts he was having at the same time, imagining the dragon was still alive, and having Revel Yell in his hand again. And so it was, in the blink of an eye, Revel yell appeared in Boris's hand.
Filled with Awesome surprise and wonder, the smallest tear joy in his widening eyes, Boris held up the Bone in his hand as Vernon was completing his speech to Jack, and wasting no time he gave Jack a hefty nudge to show off his latest accomplishment.
"Hey Mr. Jack, look what Boris can do!"
Unfortunately, Boris was't the type of guy who wanted things that badly all the time, and even when he did they were usually smaller, insignificant things, like wanting a nice comfortable bed to sleep in, so being able to use this sort of power was probably not going to be a very frequent event.
While Boris is announcing his power to Jack, Sluggy didn't bother waiting for Jack to answer his earlier request, and just lunged himself off the wall and onto Jack's shoulder. "Thanks buddy!" He says, in his squeaky little voice.
When Chisille fell into a state of hysteria, Boris's stared pout at the ground was broken. He looked at the pathetic display, his heart hurt at the sound of the dragon crying, but his lack of current intellect didn't provide him a suitable response. He was frustrated by this, lifted himself off the floor and stomped his foot hard like a child chucking a tantrum. He then turns around, alerted by Silas's rude remark to Jack. His eyes flare with rage as he gives the old man a hefty shove against the wall -
"YOU DON'T TALK TO MY FRIEND LIKE THAT!" The shove was no doubt severe enough to knock the wind right out of Silas.
Jack watches as Boris shoves Silas against the wall, not bothering to try to stop him. Any attempts to do so, he figured, would be fruitless, given the demigod's raw strength.
He then walks over to Jack and Betty, not saying a word to Jack, but distractedly happy to be in the company of the only friend he has at this point. He gives a soured look to Betty.
"Girls are mean!"
Jack shakes his head, responding, "Now, Boris," he places a hand on his shoulder as he continues, "I don't know what women you've met in the past, but I can assure you that not all of them are bad people."
Buttons lifts his eyes to Jack, a look of 'this kitten is hungry' on his face.
Bob smiles, also saying something to Jack. "Looks like you're the man of the hours."
"It would seem so," Jack answers, looking down at Buttons as the cat looks up at him. Making a reasoned guess as to what it meant, he reached into his satchel, removing some more of the dried meat from the shop that he and Boris had raided the day before, offering some to the kitten; Bob had eaten it while he was inhabiting the kitten's body without ill effect, so he figured that unless whatever magic that witch had used to transfer his soul altered the cat's digestive tract as well- something Jack found highly unlikely- then Buttons would most likely accept it as well.
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While still holding out the bits of dried meat to Buttons, Jack glanced at Chisille as she lapped up what remained of Herman's, or, rather, Trixie's body. Remains consisting almost entirely of a pool of blood. While a taste for human flesh wouldn't exactly surprise Jack, a taste for blood alone seemed... unusual, to say the least, though this particular dragon had already proven itself unusual compared to the stories and legends Jack had heard and read concerning them.
Whether or not this would be an isolated incident or if she would continue to thirst for human- equine?- blood, only time could tell.
As 'Silas' was knocked against the wall, he did not remotely look like he was in any sort of pain. "Oh, so that's how you want to play it, mister Bonecrusher..." he growls softly, a small grin crawling up his mouth.
"There'll be no point in bothering to fight against our common foe if we just end up destroying ourselves, old man..." Jack states, a tone of caution in his voice. Making a demigod your enemy tends to be a poor choice in terms of long-term survival, after all.
He now turns his attention to Jack: “You’ve chosen your words well, Jack. The people you refer to are called The Order. I was part of them, but no more, I will no longer let them have their way with the innocent. We are spawned of a different planet. Our abilities are… natural, inborn. Each of us have our own. Some of us have many.”
Vernon regards Jacks equipment, as someone might regard the archaic tools of centuries past, than asks; “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you, Jack, of civilizations mysteriously disappearing from the face of the planet… no trace… no evidence? Now you know who is responsible. You, and many in this town, have been witness to the Order, though it be no fault of your own. Nevertheless, The Order don’t allow any witness to live. They pride themselves on secrecy. …There is no way to destroy The Order entirely, at least not here and now. But yes, there may be a way to counter their current efforts.”
"I... see..." What Vernon was telling him was a lot to take in. Within the span of two days, Jack had encountered a go, and now... entities from other worlds? It was a concept that was difficult for him to grasp, though short of a better explanation, it was also the only answer that, in a strange way, made sense to him. It would explain the odd sensation that Vernon and the members of the Order had given him- Jack had always had a sense for abberations, unusual flows of energy, and other such things, after all- and their abilites being natural rather than magic in nature easily put to rest the question of why Magebuster was no more effective than any other longsword would've been when he had tried to fight the false Boris.
Thinking of their nature, he recalled something from the day before. A question that had been lingering on his mind, that he had intended to ask a citizen of the town, should he encounter any during his investigation.
He steps away from Jack, now addressing each person in the room.
“You may have heard the wolves outside. They are here to eradicate those who have witnessed the cloaked men. But they are not at all men and the wolves are merely the first wave; a relatively inconspicuous measure of attack to prevent further witnesses. Yet they are, in effect, only wolves. I assume you won’t have an issue killing wolves? But don’t get too cocky in this knowledge, the wolves don’t ride alone. We have a battle ahead of us. If their first assault fails them, they will not hesitate to deploy a second, more powerful wave.”
It may be apparent to Jack and the others in the hall at this time, Vernon has still not answered Jack’s question with any specific indication on how to counter The Order. By the look in Vernon’s eyes, it may however be clear that he lacks the faith in those present to succeed in what is needed to perform the task.
Jack nods as Vernon speaks, answering as the otherworldly man finishes. "Wolves, I know I can handle," he states, "But this second wave, and whatever it is accompanying those wolves... well, whatever it takes to survive this ordeal, if it is within my power, I will do it."
He pauses for a moment before continuing, "On that note... if you think we have time before our inevitable encounter with the Order, there is something else I'd like to ask you about."
"I sure do wish I had my bone back." He told himself with pure honestly; "But at the same time, I sure don't want that dragon to die again because of it." These words were in tune with two specific thoughts he was having at the same time, imagining the dragon was still alive, and having Revel Yell in his hand again. And so it was, in the blink of an eye, Revel yell appeared in Boris's hand.
Filled with Awesome surprise and wonder, the smallest tear joy in his widening eyes, Boris held up the Bone in his hand as Vernon was completing his speech to Jack, and wasting no time he gave Jack a hefty nudge to show off his latest accomplishment.
"Hey Mr. Jack, look what Boris can do!"
Jack looks at Boris as he holds up Revel Yell, the dragonbone weapon reunited with its wielder. "Oh, you got your weapon back. Looks like we won't have to search for a new weapon for you after all." He gives Boris a friendly smile, continuing, "And your timing couldn't have been better."
While Boris is announcing his power to Jack, Sluggy didn't bother waiting for Jack to answer his earlier request, and just lunged himself off the wall and onto Jack's shoulder. "Thanks buddy!" He says, in his squeaky little voice.
Jack glances down at Sluggy, now on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he states, "as long as you don't plan on exploding again. Unless you think you could effectively fight a member of the Order that way..." He gives a nervous laugh, still uncertain about how- or even if- they're going to get out of this alive.
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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."
Colored text indicates in-character statements/actions. Because Forum Games has basically just been a big open RP for a long time now and it's the only place I ever post anymore, when I post at all.
Chisille continued to stare at her mildly glowing tail for a few moments longer. The weird sensations that flowed through her mind brought with it her usual sense of self-preservation that she had been missing for the past few minutes. These instincts told her that she would be better off elsewhere, away from any other humans in case whatever was happening to her wasn't particularly pleasant for her.
The weird sensations not only restored her instinctual desires to keep herself out of harm's way, but the soothing part of it had begun to calm down her wild mood swings. She still felt nervous and anxious about what was going on, however she didn't feel like she had to burst into any sort of wild outbreak of any sort of emotion. Her goal was plain and clear. Find somewhere where she could hide and properly examine what was happening without the constant looming presence of all the others in the hallway.
Unfortunately this would mean having to leave the sights of her friend Betty once again. She knew that part very much. Perhaps the little grey dragon would be calm enough to have Betty follow along to whatever quiet place she would wander off to. It would have to be within the confines of the mansion however. She might've been acting hysterical with a hint of bloodlust, but that didn't mean she was completely deaf to the constant chatter around her. Even with her abilities, wolves were still a threat in large enough numbers.
And so, taking one final glance at each and every person standing around in the hallway, with her final glance directed at Betty, she turned away from the group and walked off without a word. Another fancy two-legged trick with a door and it's handle later, and she was through.
It seemed the lounge room had a certain liking for appearing before her. It must be a sort of safe haven for little drakes or something. Looking around, she could see that her nest was still there along with the scattered bucket of oreos all over the floor. Maybe she could reclaim all of the biscuits later, but for now she had to take care of herself.
Chisille rested herself down on her pile of pillows and cushions and watched her tail again. Yes, the faint red glow was still there, radiating out from underneath her bandage. While it could still be seen by the naked eye, it was definitely dimmer then before. Chisille reached down, with a good tug or two she moved the bandage off of her sword cut. Surprise overcame her from what she saw. What had been a bleeding gash the night before was now a scarred line through her scales. It still had a little bit of work to go, hence the light seeping through the scar, but this was far beyond the speed she was normally capable of.
She patiently watched her tail for another minute, by then the light had stopped and the wound had been healed. Then came another sudden feeling to replace the soothing weirdness. Fatigue. Despite just waking up, a wave of exhaustion flowed through her forcing her to collapse onto the cushions. Turns out she had recovered far too rapidly, even for whatever had activated. A good 5 minute rest felt like it's needed.
So there the little dragon lay, watching the door she had entered from with one eye while patiently waiting for her energy to recover.
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Chisille continued to stare at her mildly glowing tail for a few moments longer. The weird sensations that flowed through her mind brought with it her usual sense of self-preservation that she had been missing for the past few minutes. These instincts told her that she would be better off elsewhere, away from any other humans in case whatever was happening to her wasn't particularly pleasant for her.
The weird sensations not only restored her instinctual desires to keep herself out of harm's way, but the soothing part of it had begun to calm down her wild mood swings. She still felt nervous and anxious about what was going on, however she didn't feel like she had to burst into any sort of wild outbreak of any sort of emotion. Her goal was plain and clear. Find somewhere where she could hide and properly examine what was happening without the constant looming presence of all the others in the hallway.
Unfortunately this would mean having to leave the sights of her friend Betty once again. She knew that part very much. Perhaps the little grey dragon would be calm enough to have Betty follow along to whatever quiet place she would wander off to. It would have to be within the confines of the mansion however. She might've been acting hysterical with a hint of bloodlust, but that didn't mean she was completely deaf to the constant chatter around her. Even with her abilities, wolves were still a threat in large enough numbers.
And so, taking one final glance at each and every person standing around in the hallway, with her final glance directed at Betty, she turned away from the group and walked off without a word. Another fancy two-legged trick with a door and it's handle later, and she was through.
It seemed the lounge room had a certain liking for appearing before her. It must be a sort of safe haven for little drakes or something. Looking around, she could see that her nest was still there along with the scattered bucket of oreos all over the floor. Maybe she could reclaim all of the biscuits later, but for now she had to take care of herself.
Chisille rested herself down on her pile of pillows and cushions and watched her tail again. Yes, the faint red glow was still there, radiating out from underneath her bandage. While it could still be seen by the naked eye, it was definitely dimmer then before. Chisille reached down, with a good tug or two she moved the bandage off of her sword cut. Surprise overcame her from what she saw. What had been a bleeding gash the night before was now a scarred line through her scales. It still had a little bit of work to go, hence the light seeping through the scar, but this was far beyond the speed she was normally capable of.
She patiently watched her tail for another minute, by then the light had stopped and the wound had been healed. Then came another sudden feeling to replace the soothing weirdness. Fatigue. Despite just waking up, a wave of exhaustion flowed through her forcing her to collapse onto the cushions. Turns out she had recovered far too rapidly, even for whatever had activated. A good 5 minute rest felt like it's needed.
So there the little dragon lay, watching the door she had entered from with one eye while patiently waiting for her energy to recover.
Nighty post:
“I am too much man for you.” Vernon winks at Betty, indicating he is merely jesting, yet his persona shifts considerably to add; “Besides, by the aroma you’re giving off, I would suggest you have recently conceived.”
(Pandolen, please note I took a great liberty with this. Therefore, if you do not wish for your character to be with child, then I do not mind at all. Was merely a ploy to create further drama)
Jack watches as Boris shoves Silas against the wall, not bothering to try to stop him. Any attempts to do so, he figured, would be fruitless, given the demigod's raw strength.
Jack shakes his head, responding, "Now, Boris," he places a hand on his shoulder as he continues, "I don't know what women you've met in the past, but I can assure you that not all of them are bad people."
"It would seem so," Jack answers, looking down at Buttons as the cat looks up at him. Making a reasoned guess as to what it meant, he reached into his satchel, removing some more of the dried meat from the shop that he and Boris had raided the day before, offering some to the kitten; Bob had eaten it while he was inhabiting the kitten's body without ill effect, so he figured that unless whatever magic that witch had used to transfer his soul altered the cat's digestive tract as well- something Jack found highly unlikely- then Buttons would most likely accept it as well.
While still holding out the bits of dried meat to Buttons, Jack glanced at Chisille as she lapped up what remained of Herman's, or, rather, Trixie's body. Remains consisting almost entirely of a pool of blood. While a taste for human flesh wouldn't exactly surprise Jack, a taste for blood alone seemed... unusual, to say the least, though this particular dragon had already proven itself unusual compared to the stories and legends Jack had heard and read concerning them.
Whether or not this would be an isolated incident or if she would continue to thirst for human- equine?- blood, only time could tell.
"There'll be no point in bothering to fight against our common foe if we just end up destroying ourselves, old man..." Jack states, a tone of caution in his voice. Making a demigod your enemy tends to be a poor choice in terms of long-term survival, after all.
"I... see..." What Vernon was telling him was a lot to take in. Within the span of two days, Jack had encountered a go, and now... entities from other worlds? It was a concept that was difficult for him to grasp, though short of a better explanation, it was also the only answer that, in a strange way, made sense to him. It would explain the odd sensation that Vernon and the members of the Order had given him- Jack had always had a sense for abberations, unusual flows of energy, and other such things, after all- and their abilites being natural rather than magic in nature easily put to rest the question of why Magebuster was no more effective than any other longsword would've been when he had tried to fight the false Boris.
Thinking of their nature, he recalled something from the day before. A question that had been lingering on his mind, that he had intended to ask a citizen of the town, should he encounter any during his investigation.
Jack nods as Vernon speaks, answering as the otherworldly man finishes. "Wolves, I know I can handle," he states, "But this second wave, and whatever it is accompanying those wolves... well, whatever it takes to survive this ordeal, if it is within my power, I will do it."
The almost always constant and somehow awkward smile of Betty's suddenly droops a little when that big hunk a man tells her she's pregnant. She let's out a itty-bitty squeak like a mouse getting caught eating cheese off the dinner table, then rolls her eyes on up to the ceiling having herself only two things to immediately say about the matter. First, "That'll explain the seedy feeling I've been having." and second, "How the gosh darn hell am I gonna explain this to my daddy...?"
After letting out a good ol long sigh, she turns her eyes over to Jack, even though he seems rather occupied in all manner of conversation at this present time. "How was I supposed to know humans and angels were compatible like that anyway?"
In the face of all this shocking information, she barely even noticed when her cute little dragon friend left their company and went venturing off somewhere else in the mansion. She was just going to have to catch up to Chissy later.
Renard only listens halfheartedly to Ezmond's chatter as they continue to trudge through the hallways. It was always difficult for him to deal with those types of people; most likely because hearing of other people's lives made him lament his wasted childhood.
Renard stops in his tracks, and so does Ezmond presumably. His unblinking gaze fixates on the flintlock pistol (not revolver), and by extension, its long silver barrels that had been pointed at him and his ally. This was a sight he would've never expected to see; his own creation being used against him. He always thought guns were his unique trait, exclusive to him always, but this sets off his imagination and he pictures a future in which guns are the primary weapons of armies, with swords having outlived their usefulness.
This takes all of two seconds, after which Renard decides it is not worth staying in a linear hallway with a man wielding a gun at the other end of it.
He stays extremely still for a few more seconds, continuing to look them in the eyes. The silence between the duo and their enemy was going to be broken, one way or another, and it wasn't going to be pretty. It was just a question of who, and when.
Immediately Renard darts for the nearest door, dragging Ezmond with him before he can react to anything that had been going on for the past few seconds, both ducking to avoid any lead balls heading their way. Once they are safely inside, he breathes a sigh of relief, before cursing the entity.
"Bloody hell... Locked up for a millennium and already knows how to use it. Fast learner."
Renard slumps against the wall and quickly scans the contents of the room for anything interesting.
"I don't suppose you exorcists or whatever your line of work is called are equipped to deal with gun-toting lunatics," he says wryly.
"Actually-- no one ever is, except maybe if they're from the future," adds Renard hastily.
Ezmond sure is a little taken aback, first by that gosh darn gun pointed right at his head, then by the ushering of Renard's when he drags him on into that room. He isn't really rattled none at all though, he'd sure seen more threatening things than that in his long life of wizardry. Adjusting is big ol straw hat after it was knocked askew in all the hubbub, he places his hands quick smart on his hips to reply to Renard -
"Now it's clear to me you haven't had none too many dealings with them demon variety, young man, but in my very own experience it has been proven the spiritual world don't see time as we do. Time as we know it has a lot less to do with this than you might therefore think! It might be hard for you to fathom being a primitive sort of individual, but I do come from a future time when guns be as common as a new episode of a sitcom on the idiot tube, and I don't doubt that there demon understands that about me as well. But just so as you know right now, Demons don't need to be from no future time to know how future times work. Now, I don't at all expect you to understand a whole great deal of what I just told you, but you sure are right about one gosh darn thing; that there demon is certain a lunatic as ever I've seen one - that is to say any man, woman, child - or in this case a hot diggity damn demon, is gonna get a little antsy when threatening their right to survive!"
Ariel's soul remained in the hallway, his sword the only thing seen of him as it swung in the air like pendulum. By this account alone, it could have been perceived that he was feeling a little bored, but that's not really what he was feeling at all; dangling his sword in a swinging manner was just a display of his casual confidence as he prepared to confront the demon inhabiting his body.
With a growing smile on the face of his soul, he started moving down the hallway, out of the line of sight of Renard and Ezmond in the room as he approached the Demon. Even though Renard and Edmond couldn't have heard him, he spoke, knowing the demon most likely could.
"You might wanna hand my body back to me, dumb-bum. In case you haven't noticed, you're inhabiting the body of an angel, and the last time I checked, when a demon inhabits the body of an angel, things start getting unpleasant for said demon. Are you feeling the burn yet?"
"Not so!" The demon screeched with the voice of Ariel's body, "You fail in your understanding, angel - for have you forgotten the sin you committed? This body is no longer a holy vessel! It is mine to do with as I choose!"
The Demon had a point, and Ariel realized that fact to be true, but he had another card up his sleeve -
"Then prepare to have a short life, demon, because I'd rather see my body dead than see it inhabited by filth like you. And don't even think about running, you and I both know flesh can't outrun a soul."
The Demon responded with a hair raising scream and squeezed the trigger of the flintlock pistol. The blast of the gun filled the mansion and the bullet, obviously passing right through Ariel's soul, punched a hole in the door frame of the room Renard and Ezmond had entered.
"Effective!" Ariel scoffed at the Demons attack, as he raised his sword and rushed at the demon, aiming to drive the blade straight through his own heart.
The demon found no other curse of retaliation but to throw the pistol at Ariel's soul in frustration, though this attack was just as ineffective as the gun hit the floor and slid its way down the hallway floor and past the open door of the room, while the demon let out another scream and vacated Ariel's body as the blade penetrated the flesh. Fortunately, Ariel's aim was a little off, since he wasn't yet fully coordinated in soul form, and the blade entered the shoulder of his body instead of his chest. at the same time, the spirit of the Demon fled like a gust of powerful wind down the hallway and into the room where Ezmond and Renard were waiting. In an instant the demon spirit had hold of Renard, lifting him high and pinning him to the ceiling, attempting to reach in and rip Renard's soul from his vessel.
Out in the hallway, now his body was empty, Ariel's own soul was sucked immediately back inside. Straight away he felt the pain of the sword lodged in his shoulder as he yelled out in pain and dropped to the floor, wriggling about in agony while desperately trying to pull the sword free.
Just when Ezmond is finished saying his piece and taking a deep breath to say even more, he's rudely interrupted by the demon calling out from the hall, apparently having a conversation with Ariel's soul. Before too long this conversation gets a little over heated and the gun finally let's loose. The sound of the gun fire makes Ezmond jump just a little, especially when he sees that slug penetrate the timber of the door frame right there in front of him. Following that, a little scuffle ensues and that a big ol gust of wind, not at all doubtful to be the spirit of the demon, rushes into the room and bowls Ezmond right off his feet. He tumbles a few time on the floor then gets to his feet to see young Renard pinned to the ceiling by force of that desperate demon.
"Now you just hold on there, young man!" Ezmond shares his advice with Renard, "You just fight that demons will to take your body now, it can only last so long outside of a body before it needs to return to hell...." Ezmond gives his chin a good thoughtful scratch. "Well, at least that's how I understand the matter anyway. Perhaps you might wanna think about say'n a prayer about now, if you haven't already started doing so already!"
Ezmond starts walking toward Renard now, speaking some unrecognizable language in the form of a chant, and while he's doing this small pockets start opening up in the air around the room, and out of these pockets shine rays of white light in Renard's very direction.
Gwen doesn't visibly react, though her shawl is knocked further askew by the rough treatment. She uses her free hand to lift it to her face.
Suddenly, with a motion one might use to snatch something from an unruly child, and an unreasonable amount of strength for it, she attempts to wrench her arm free, or perhaps free it from her glove.
Upon reaching the animal horde, Aella looks at them, observing their movements to judge where they are coming from, if there is a discernible direction they are coming from she goes there, if not she continues looking around to judge what is going on here.
Ei sighs at the current... predicament. On one hand, she wanted to fight the Order, if only to make Annie happy and get rid of potential future annoyances.
On the other hand, the Order's offer was tempting, and easy to comply with. Ignoring the Order (whom's existence is something Ei would gladly forget as long as they didn't get in her way anyway) is easy, and in return they'd leave her be.
As Annie goes to peek at her father discussing the current situation with the others, Ei decides to lift the void around the Mansion, allowing those inside to freely leave. She'd decide later on whether or not to help them, for now she could sit back and simply observe the upcoming fight.
After all, every possible outcome would be beneficial to her.
After a short while of wandering, Aella encounters the animal horde.
The advancing wolves respond in a similar fashion to Gwen, sliding to a halt at the unlikely appearance of many… farm animals. When it is clear this very large domesticated herd are directing their charge at the wolves, the wolves release a whimper and retreat quickly. They scatter out of sight down the alleys of nearby building. As these farm animals do or… do not give chase, the dilapidated voice of a presence unseen is heard to yell out as if in frustrated torment. The yelling out is accompanied by the piercing shriek of a Raven high in the sky above. A moment later Gwen is seized roughly by one arm, supposedly grabbed by the hand of the unseen entity - who then proceeds to drag her fast across the ground and away from the cow which was… apparently speaking to her.
All them charging animals don't feel too bothered to continue their pursuit of them hounds once they'd gone off running with their tails between their legs. All them animals eyes turned to the big void up the street as it disappeared to reveal a mansion set in the side of the plateau. Once they had their fill of seeing that particular curios sight, all their eyes then turn to the frightened little bird girl, Gwen, instead. Now, under normal circumstances, them farm animals wouldn't have given a second thought to that girl being dragged off like she was, but being as they were under a spell Ezmond had placed on them, they looked none to kindly on what was happening to her. All but one of them animals now start running after Gwen, intent on stopping whatever invisible person was taking her against her will.
The one animal that didn't follow with the others was a big ol Bull named Ben, who just so happened to notice Aella sneaking around close by. That big ol bully strut on up to the girl carrying a bow in her hand and let out a big ol huff of hot air from his flared nostrils. He then stomped one of his front hooves on the ground real hard to show he meant business, and then asked her his pressing question -
"Whooooo... arrrrrre..... Youuuuuuu?"
As the words came out of his mouth, his big nose came right up close to Aella's face, eyes all cross-eyed and glaring at her for a prompt answer.
All them charging animals don't feel too bothered to continue their pursuit of them hounds once they'd gone off running with their tails between their legs. All them animals eyes turned to the big void up the street as it disappeared to reveal a mansion set in the side of the plateau. Once they had their fill of seeing that particular curios sight, all their eyes then turn to the frightened little bird girl, Gwen, instead. Now, under normal circumstances, them farm animals wouldn't have given a second thought to that girl being dragged off like she was, but being as they were under a spell Ezmond had placed on them, they looked none to kindly on what was happening to her. All but one of them animals now start running after Gwen, intent on stopping whatever invisible person was taking her against her will.
The one animal that didn't follow with the others was a big ol Bull named Ben, who just so happened to notice Aella sneaking around close by. That big ol bully strut on up to the girl carrying a bow in her hand and let out a big ol huff of hot air from his flared nostrils. He then stomped one of his front hooves on the ground real hard to show he meant business, and then asked her his pressing question -
"Whooooo... arrrrrre..... Youuuuuuu?"
As the words came out of his mouth, his big nose came right up close to Aella's face, eyes all cross-eyed and glaring at her for a prompt answer.
Aella didn't pay attention to this big bull until he stomped one of his hooves on the ground, though she turned towards him once he asked this question. However due to the smell of this animal she stepped back a little bit, though she didn't really indicate that the smell wasn't pleasant. "My name is Aella, and you are?" she asked calmly, though a little carelessly. She kept her bow aimed at the ground, with her eyes fixated on the bull's eyes calmly. She has dealt with stranger things before, than a talking bull. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?
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Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
He steps away from Jack, now addressing each person in the room.
“You may have heard the wolves outside. They are here to eradicate those who have witnessed the cloaked men. But they are not at all men and the wolves are merely the first wave; a relatively inconspicuous measure of attack to prevent further witnesses. Yet they are, in effect, only wolves. I assume you won’t have an issue killing wolves? But don’t get too cocky in this knowledge, the wolves don’t ride alone. We have a battle ahead of us. If their first assault fails them, they will not hesitate to deploy a second, more powerful wave.”
It may be apparent to Jack and the others in the hall at this time, Vernon has still not answered Jack’s question with any specific indication on how to counter The Order. By the look in Vernon’s eyes, it may however be clear that he lacks the faith in those present to succeed in what is needed to perform the task.
'Silas' saw the look in Vernon's eyes and knew immediately that staying with this motley group would only lead to failure. And yet he couldn't leave this cursed place! No matter. The Order was not his affair to mess with, and if they were too busy with the others to mess with him personally, someone will slip, and he'll eventually find a way out. And if they did decide he was worth messing with...
Boris hadn't yet divulged his Bonecrusher identity to anyone in Waise yet and it was doubtful anyone there were part of the circles that knew of said reputation, but even though his own memory may have been at fault, he doubted that, so he just grimaces down at the little, bearded man, replying;
"You sure are a creepy old man."
"Maybe," 'Silas' asserts, his grin slowly growing from ear to ear, tilting his head to one side, almost as if he was trying to see something in Boris more clearly. "Maybe the creepy old man is right." The chuckle that followed was a downright unsettling giggle, a cackle more suited to someone half his age, as he threw his head back, burying himself with his own laughter and the absurdity of the whole situation.
Jack watches as Boris shoves Silas against the wall, not bothering to try to stop him. Any attempts to do so, he figured, would be fruitless, given the demigod's raw strength.
"There'll be no point in bothering to fight against our common foe if we just end up destroying ourselves, old man..." Jack states, a tone of caution in his voice. Making a demigod your enemy tends to be a poor choice in terms of long-term survival, after all.
The giggling suddenly died down as 'Silas' turned sharply, almost too sharply, to Jack. "You're right. I shouldn't be wasting my energy on fruitless pursuits. I should be miles away from here!" He gestured to the room around him. "And yet here I am, stuck in this purgatory of a mansion, bunched with you lot." He kicks the wall behind him, frustrated.
"Waiting for death, that's all this is..." he mumbles under his breath.
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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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"Marvelous."
Vernon was indifferent for hearing of the Order's recent conduct with Ei. He was well aware of their tendency for deceit, yet he was not ready to explain their intricate nature to Ei. Doing so would take a great deal of time, and time was of the essence at the moment. Perhaps Ei would, in time, learn that the Order do and say nothing unless it serves their cause, even if by doing so lies must be bequeathed. As for humans... Vernon appeared less than bigoted for Ei's personal disdain towards them. He has had his fair share of disagreements with humans, but does not pigeonhole the entire race for the deeds of those relative few who have performed misdeeds towards him.
"I am of a different opinion." He is straight with Ei, though lacking emotional commitment. "Most humans I have become acquainted with are petty, judgmental, discriminate and self serving. Yes. The majority of this group, in case your antipathy has blinded you, are detached from the run-of-the-mill humankind."
Vernon regards his daughter while giving the matter further thought. He than addressed Ei to conclude:
"To simply say, the order have lied to you. But as you have mentioned without sufficient knowledge to substantiate such a claim, the orders endeavor may be doomed to fail, or not.... I for one prefer to make sure it does. Let it be known right now, they have succeeded in their cause far more than you realize throughout the ages. On either accord, I will not allow them to succeed in the ineffectual destruction of more lives. Stand back and allow these few and rare decent humans to die if you must. I will not."
He now gives a stern look to Annie. "For reasons I have explained, I deeply regret not being a direct part of your life until now, but I did what I had to do. I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your obedience. All I ask now is that you consider following me into battle to defend these humans, some of which you have even chosen as father to your child. I could use your help, Anne, you and that shaman you have growing inside you.... The decision is yours." He looks to Ei with one last word. "If you are intent on abandoning these humans then... I will need to assist in your cause once I'm done defending their honor. Now would be a good time to remove the void from outside this wretched house."
Walking away without granting Ei the room to respond, Vernon enters the hallway and looks kindly upon all present.
"In case you haven't noticed, your lives are in danger. I will help you fight."
Annie listens intently to her fathers words, but displays no emotion until he has departed, at which point she turns to Ei, a look of great acumen in her narrowing eyes.
"The fathers of my unborn will not die. Remove the void."
She giggles like a child anticipating play.
Fred is struck by a freak bolt of lightening.
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'Silas' turns sharply over to Jack. "Oh, shut up," he quickly grunts, before looking around again.
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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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"I sure do hope my livestock are okay back home." Ezmond tells his new, funny little friend as he follows him through the door with Ariel's sword floating after them. "Coming here, I wasn't none too little worried about how they'd cope if I just so happened to take too long returning to them all. I hot diggity damn as heck didn't want them to commence to starving in my absence - that would be more than terrible! So I just went on ahead and put a spell on all them animals before I left. Nothing too fancy, mind you, but they should be able to take care of themselves without me for a while, at least. Gosh darn it, sure do hope that spell worked, I wouldn't want anything to happen to them while I'm away! Just can't help to worry about them, though, no sir!"
Ezmond kept on to rambling like a real motormouth about his farm and all his fine animals, while Renard, himself and the ghost of Ariel moved on ahead in search of Ariel's body.
While Gwen is flapping them arms and whistling with those there wolves chasing after her, it just so happens a fine looking cow steps out of thin air about thirty yards ahead! That cow is then followed by another then another, and then some horses and pigs and sheep too! Before she knows it, there's a whole gosh darn huge herd of farm animals stampeding up the street towards her!
Now, this over 200 strong herd of ungulates soon become none too little aware of Gwen and them wolves chasing her down. They all seem mighty concerned about it too and start hollering at the top of their lungs, "Wolf-wolf-wolf!". But they don't turn tail and run, no sir! They keep on running and aiming to trample them wolves into the ground!
Meanwhile! The cow who appeared first, steps in front of Gwen to block her path, giving that bird girl a big ol eyeballing, and speaks - "haaave moooooo seeeen Beeeeeeetttyyyyyyyyyyy? Eeeeeeezmoooooond?" It could be determined that that cow is looking for two people who go by the names of Betty and Ezmond!
Betty's face is all kinda screwed up like someone severely constipated, listening to big ol Boris's rant. Then when Chissy has a breakdown in response to Boris, Betty just kinda backs away and rolls her eyes. She sure as heck feels sorry for both those guys, but it's perfectly obvious that she had better leave the situation well and truly alone for now! Ain't no use in poking at a bee hive with a stick!
Betty edges her way from the freaky little dragon and Approaches Jack. Just so happens he might be the most stable person around at that time, and not too bad looking in a I'll-kill-you-if-you-look-at-me-wrong kinda way. As soon as he finishes chatting with the old nut job, Silas, she gives Jack a big and somewhat uncomfortable smile.
"So uh... ummmm.... How ya do'n there, stranger? What brings a knight in shining armor to nasty ol place like this?"
But wouldn't you know it! Before or maybe after Jack has time to reply (and I sure am hoping he does) that Vernon fella shows up again, making his big ol tough guy speech about helping everyone fight the threat around town!
Betty gives Jack a little nudge with her elbow. "Is it just me, or is that guy special? He sure is a cutie, I'll give him that much for certain!"
(I'll be back on discord as soon as I can - sorry! Luv ya's to bits!)
Jack glances at Betty as she approaches and talks to him, answering, "Given the circumstances, I've been doing pretty well," with Ei in the other room, he removes his helmet once more, rubbing his eyes as he continues, "I had hoped to get some sleep here, but... well, that didn't happen." He looks at her again, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Say, you were at the inn earlier, weren't you? Good to see you're still alive."
Jack turns to Vernon as he enters the room. "There is certainly something unique about him," Jack answers after the nudge from Betty, before speaking up in response to his offer. "I assume you are referring to the robed... individuals? And if so, I take it that means... you know some way to counter their abilities?" Jack recalled back to the two prior encounters with the cultists in which he had attempted to do some harm to them; the one outside the mansion, who seemed to simply shrug off physical assault, and the false image of Boris, who had allowed himself to be impaled by Magebuster, to little effect.
While the former didn't necessarily concern Jack- it wouldn't be the first time he fought something that couldn't be defeated with sheer force- the latter was more... troubling. He had at first assumed that these cultists wielding some kind of powerful magic, something that Magebuster should have excelled against; its was designed primarily as an anti-magic weapon, after all. And yet it had no effect at all upon the image of Boris, be it an illusion alone or an illusory disguise. To Jack, this meant one of two things: either the cultists had access to some kind of magic unknown not only to himself, but to the original creator and wielder of the sword and the kingdom he had originated from, Evelus- one that took great pride in the breadth of its knowledge of the arcane- or whatever their abilities were, they were not some form of magic.
Either one was a rather unpleasant possibility.
When Chisille fell into a state of hysteria, Boris's stared pout at the ground was broken. He looked at the pathetic display, his heart hurt at the sound of the dragon crying, but his lack of current intellect didn't provide him a suitable response. He was frustrated by this, lifted himself off the floor and stomped his foot hard like a child chucking a tantrum. He then turns around, alerted by Silas's rude remark to Jack. His eyes flare with rage as he gives the old man a hefty shove against the wall -
"YOU DON'T TALK TO MY FRIEND LIKE THAT!" The shove was no doubt severe enough to knock the wind right out of Silas.
He then walks over to Jack and Betty, not saying a word to Jack, but distractedly happy to be in the company of the only friend he has at this point. He gives a soured look to Betty.
"Girls are mean!"
Vernon enters the room again to make his announcement. Boris looks at the man like someone might look at an alien vessel descending from the heavens, and also replies to Vernon:
"I may not be a smart man, but I can tell when someone is lying! Likeable men like you get away with fibs all the time!" He clenches his fists so hard that his knuckles turn white. "You better tell the truth or ELSE!"
Just then a little voice screams out from behind Jack, Bob, Betty and Boris. It's the slug on the wall, yelling loud enough for the four to hear, even though his words are directed at Jack:
"Hey you, Jack! I need a favor! Come on over here, please. It seems things are heating up around here, and I sure would appreciate it if you let me take a ride on your shoulder. I promise not to be a nuisance, you won't even know I'm there, really! It's just that I have no way of keeping up without a little help. And by the way... please don't hurt me! Oh yeah, thanks for putting out the fire!"
Buttons lifts his eyes to Jack, a look of 'this kitten is hungry' on his face.
Bob smiles, also saying something to Jack. "Looks like you're the man of the hours."
As Renard, Ezmond and the ghost of Ariel enter the hallway - not the same hall as the other group are in - they see Ariel, or his possessed body, standing at the end of it. His eyes are radiating red, and he speaks in demonic voice;
"This host is mine. You will not subdue me. I have not tasted of freedom in millennium. Let me be!"
He is holding Renard's revolver. It's already loaded and ready, hammer pulled back, all three barrels pointed directly at Ezmond's head.
While Chisille cried her eyes out, she had the chance to calm down and reassess the situation. 'What... am I doing? I can't break into tears every time something upsets me. It makes too much noise, it makes me vulnerable. I need to-' Her thoughts pause for a moment as her nose begins working it's magic again. She can smell something. It's incredibly familiar yet somehow sweeter then before. More appetizing. Her tongue stuck out and swiped across her upper lip, catching what had splattered on her face from before. It tasted... irresistible.
Her tears stopped flowing and her cries quietened down as she lifted herself back off the floor. She was focusing on her surroundings again and it didn't take long for her to set her sights on what she was suddenly after. Without any consideration for what the others were doing she moved over to the red stains all over the floor. Chisille paused briefly in realization at what she was about to do. 'I... can't really do this can I? But... but... I must. I need to. Why am I so thirsty? ... ...Ugh, it doesn't matter. I'm going to do this and nothing is going to stop me. Finally I'm going to get what I've been after. I just needed a little spark.' she thought.
And at that, she started to lap up the crimson liquid. She enjoyed it. Absolutely enjoyed it. She felt like she could just drink and drink until she burst. Her lips and snout were covered in red by now.
Chisille suddenly gasped in shock. Something within her was happening and it had come with a sharp burst of weird feeling, one which she hadn't felt before. She stared down at her shaking bloodsoaked paw as she could feel the unknown within her shifting, moving, awakening. The first visible signs of what was happening could be seen on her tail. The strip of cloth wrapped around her wound was faintly glowing where her injury was. She quickly turned around to witness this, feeling nervous and anxious about what she had done to herself.
However, she couldn't escape the feeling that what was happening felt soothing.
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
Gwen exhales sharply, turns to run- and slips, her boots skidding from beneath her as she lands with a thud. For a few seconds, one foot continues to scrape against the ground, as though it had missed that she was no longer running. Her eyes flicker to the figure of the cow above her and she makes a weak little choking noise, dragging her shawl around so she can bury her face in it.
Ace shuffles uneasily into a wider stance, digging a handful of something out of one of their pockets. "And who sent you?" they ask, the earth trembling ever so slightly beneath their feet.
As 'Silas' was knocked against the wall, he did not remotely look like he was in any sort of pain. "Oh, so that's how you want to play it, mister Bonecrusher..." he growls softly, a small grin crawling up his mouth.
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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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Renard only listens halfheartedly to Ezmond's chatter as they continue to trudge through the hallways. It was always difficult for him to deal with those types of people; most likely because hearing of other people's lives made him lament his wasted childhood.
Renard stops in his tracks, and so does Ezmond presumably. His unblinking gaze fixates on the flintlock pistol (not revolver), and by extension, its long silver barrels that had been pointed at him and his ally. This was a sight he would've never expected to see; his own creation being used against him. He always thought guns were his unique trait, exclusive to him always, but this sets off his imagination and he pictures a future in which guns are the primary weapons of armies, with swords having outlived their usefulness.
This takes all of two seconds, after which Renard decides it is not worth staying in a linear hallway with a man wielding a gun at the other end of it.
He stays extremely still for a few more seconds, continuing to look them in the eyes. The silence between the duo and their enemy was going to be broken, one way or another, and it wasn't going to be pretty. It was just a question of who, and when.
Immediately Renard darts for the nearest door, dragging Ezmond with him before he can react to anything that had been going on for the past few seconds, both ducking to avoid any lead balls heading their way. Once they are safely inside, he breathes a sigh of relief, before cursing the entity.
"Bloody hell... Locked up for a millennium and already knows how to use it. Fast learner."
Renard slumps against the wall and quickly scans the contents of the room for anything interesting.
"I don't suppose you exorcists or whatever your line of work is called are equipped to deal with gun-toting lunatics," he says wryly.
"Actually-- no one ever is, except maybe if they're from the future," adds Renard hastily.
The advancing wolves respond in a similar fashion to Gwen, sliding to a halt at the unlikely appearance of many… farm animals. When it is clear this very large domesticated herd are directing their charge at the wolves, the wolves release a whimper and retreat quickly. They scatter out of sight down the alleys of nearby building. As these farm animals do or… do not give chase, the dilapidated voice of a presence unseen is heard to yell out as if in frustrated torment. The yelling out is accompanied by the piercing shriek of a Raven high in the sky above. A moment later Gwen is seized roughly by one arm, supposedly grabbed by the hand of the unseen entity - who then proceeds to drag her fast across the ground and away from the cow which was… apparently speaking to her.
The wolves grade their advancement. They lower their heads, ears pivoting forward, nostrils flared. They are cautiously aware of the trembling earth, yet their eyes remain fixed on Ace as they continue to close in. Their behavior now appears surreal in slowed motion while the voice behind Ace replies. This time, however, the voice seems to be speaking over itself, each word duplicated many times and trailing off like an echo.
“We are the Order. You are our witness. We will not suffer you to live. Lower your defense… do not make this difficult.”
As the final word echoes out, the air surrounding Ace comes alive with transparent imagery, revealing a recounting of Ace in the graveyard outside of town where they first laid witness to a member of the Order –
The recount lasts but a moment before the image disperses and the three wolves suddenly break their surreal motion, snarling wildly as they pounce at Ace in unison.
“I am too much man for you.” Vernon winks at Betty, indicating he is merely jesting, yet his persona shifts considerably to add; “Besides, by the aroma you’re giving off, I would suggest you have recently conceived.”
(Pandolen, please note I took a great liberty with this. Therefore, if you do not wish for your character to be with child, then I do not mind at all. Was merely a ploy to create further drama)
Vernon does pause to regard the dragon indulging in the taste of blood, before shifting a glare to Boris. “Withholding facts is not a lie. You have no idea of the powers you hold. Your scent is extremely sweet…. If you only knew of the abilities that lie waiting within you, you, and you alone, could vanquish the threat to this town. Boris… let it be known right now, for the good of yourself and all others present, you are the son of a God. It may be time for you to acknowledge that.”
He now turns his attention to Jack: “You’ve chosen your words well, Jack. The people you refer to are called The Order. I was part of them, but no more, I will no longer let them have their way with the innocent. We are spawned of a different planet. Our abilities are… natural, inborn. Each of us have our own. Some of us have many.”
Vernon regards Jacks equipment, as someone might regard the archaic tools of centuries past, than asks; “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you, Jack, of civilizations mysteriously disappearing from the face of the planet… no trace… no evidence? Now you know who is responsible. You, and many in this town, have been witness to the Order, though it be no fault of your own. Nevertheless, The Order don’t allow any witness to live. They pride themselves on secrecy. …There is no way to destroy The Order entirely, at least not here and now. But yes, there may be a way to counter their current efforts.”
He steps away from Jack, now addressing each person in the room.
“You may have heard the wolves outside. They are here to eradicate those who have witnessed the cloaked men. But they are not at all men and the wolves are merely the first wave; a relatively inconspicuous measure of attack to prevent further witnesses. Yet they are, in effect, only wolves. I assume you won’t have an issue killing wolves? But don’t get too cocky in this knowledge, the wolves don’t ride alone. We have a battle ahead of us. If their first assault fails them, they will not hesitate to deploy a second, more powerful wave.”
It may be apparent to Jack and the others in the hall at this time, Vernon has still not answered Jack’s question with any specific indication on how to counter The Order. By the look in Vernon’s eyes, it may however be clear that he lacks the faith in those present to succeed in what is needed to perform the task.
While Ei contemplated the matters at hand, Annie gives her a kiss on the cheek then walks to the entrance of the hall, one eye revealed as she peeks around the door-frame to watch her father speak.
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As Aella went about the town, she smelled a strong sense of farm animals, various types of farms animal to be exact though there was also some other animal smell...she couldn't pin point it out exactly though she had a pretty clear guess as to what it was: Wolves, judging by the sounds of howling from across the town. She then commences searching for more of these wolves and farm animals, perhaps to gauge where they are coming from.
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
Gwen doesn't visibly react, though her shawl is knocked further askew by the rough treatment. She uses her free hand to lift it to her face.
Suddenly, with a motion one might use to snatch something from an unruly child, and an unreasonable amount of strength for it, she attempts to wrench her arm free, or perhaps free it from her glove.
Ace flicks their wrist, scattering the crystals from their hand, which never hit the ground. Their tube-shaped barrier flashes into existence as the wolves strike, intersecting a few muzzles and paws and one corner of their own cloak, neatly shearing it off. The barrier starts to spin steadily as they toss off their hood with both hands.
"No," they say, curtly.
Ei sighs at the current... predicament. On one hand, she wanted to fight the Order, if only to make Annie happy and get rid of potential future annoyances.
On the other hand, the Order's offer was tempting, and easy to comply with. Ignoring the Order (whom's existence is something Ei would gladly forget as long as they didn't get in her way anyway) is easy, and in return they'd leave her be.
As Annie goes to peek at her father discussing the current situation with the others, Ei decides to lift the void around the Mansion, allowing those inside to freely leave. She'd decide later on whether or not to help them, for now she could sit back and simply observe the upcoming fight.
After all, every possible outcome would be beneficial to her.
After a short while of wandering, Aella encounters the animal horde.
Upon reaching the animal horde, Aella looks at them, observing their movements to judge where they are coming from, if there is a discernible direction they are coming from she goes there, if not she continues looking around to judge what is going on here.
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
Ariel's soul remained in the hallway, his sword the only thing seen of him as it swung in the air like pendulum. By this account alone, it could have been perceived that he was feeling a little bored, but that's not really what he was feeling at all; dangling his sword in a swinging manner was just a display of his casual confidence as he prepared to confront the demon inhabiting his body.
With a growing smile on the face of his soul, he started moving down the hallway, out of the line of sight of Renard and Ezmond in the room as he approached the Demon. Even though Renard and Edmond couldn't have heard him, he spoke, knowing the demon most likely could.
"You might wanna hand my body back to me, dumb-bum. In case you haven't noticed, you're inhabiting the body of an angel, and the last time I checked, when a demon inhabits the body of an angel, things start getting unpleasant for said demon. Are you feeling the burn yet?"
"Not so!" The demon screeched with the voice of Ariel's body, "You fail in your understanding, angel - for have you forgotten the sin you committed? This body is no longer a holy vessel! It is mine to do with as I choose!"
The Demon had a point, and Ariel realized that fact to be true, but he had another card up his sleeve -
"Then prepare to have a short life, demon, because I'd rather see my body dead than see it inhabited by filth like you. And don't even think about running, you and I both know flesh can't outrun a soul."
The Demon responded with a hair raising scream and squeezed the trigger of the flintlock pistol. The blast of the gun filled the mansion and the bullet, obviously passing right through Ariel's soul, punched a hole in the door frame of the room Renard and Ezmond had entered.
"Effective!" Ariel scoffed at the Demons attack, as he raised his sword and rushed at the demon, aiming to drive the blade straight through his own heart.
The demon found no other curse of retaliation but to throw the pistol at Ariel's soul in frustration, though this attack was just as ineffective as the gun hit the floor and slid its way down the hallway floor and past the open door of the room, while the demon let out another scream and vacated Ariel's body as the blade penetrated the flesh. Fortunately, Ariel's aim was a little off, since he wasn't yet fully coordinated in soul form, and the blade entered the shoulder of his body instead of his chest. at the same time, the spirit of the Demon fled like a gust of powerful wind down the hallway and into the room where Ezmond and Renard were waiting. In an instant the demon spirit had hold of Renard, lifting him high and pinning him to the ceiling, attempting to reach in and rip Renard's soul from his vessel.
Out in the hallway, now his body was empty, Ariel's own soul was sucked immediately back inside. Straight away he felt the pain of the sword lodged in his shoulder as he yelled out in pain and dropped to the floor, wriggling about in agony while desperately trying to pull the sword free.
Boris hadn't yet divulged his Bonecrusher identity to anyone in Waise yet and it was doubtful anyone there were part of the circles that knew of said reputation, but even though his own memory may have been at fault, he doubted that, so he just grimaces down at the little, bearded man, replying;
"You sure are a creepy old man."
Boris's attention is then drawn back to Vernon as he starts talking to him. What Vernon said wasn't exactly irrefutable evidence that he wasn't a big fat liar, but if Vernon was telling the truth, it kinda explained a lot of things that have happen to Boris recently: The strange appearance in the bedroom earlier, the travelling back to the past to un-kill a dragon, not to mention a few other things like the unnaturally intelligent speech he delivered to the silly crybaby dragon a few minutes ago - Hell, he himself wasn't even sure what all that jabbering was about anymore.
On account of Vernon's testimony kinda making sense, Boris really didn't have anything to reply with, he was too busy trying to wrap his mind around the implications. His jaw awkwardly shifted to one side as his eyebrows knotted together, peering thoughtfully at Vernon as he went on to talk to Jack. If it was true, if he was in fact the son of a God, then what exactly did he have to do to use those sorts of powers? He strained his mind incredibly hard, even groaning a little while trying to find something that each of those strange events had in common.
"...I sure do wish I knew the answer." He mumbled, his voice straining like someone direly constipated - and that was all it took, that was the answer - the realization was so intense that he stumbled back a couple of steps, and declared at the top of his lungs; "I wanted those things really bad and they happened!" With his eyes still pinned on Vernon, he spoke the next thought that came to mind. "The sons of Gods smell like sweet things?" Without actually wanting an answer to the question, being that it was more or less a rhetorical question, he immediately started to think of something else he wanted just as badly as the other things when the strange events happened, but only one thing came to mind at the moment: Revel Yell.
"I sure do wish I had my bone back." He told himself with pure honestly; "But at the same time, I sure don't want that dragon to die again because of it." These words were in tune with two specific thoughts he was having at the same time, imagining the dragon was still alive, and having Revel Yell in his hand again. And so it was, in the blink of an eye, Revel yell appeared in Boris's hand.
Filled with Awesome surprise and wonder, the smallest tear joy in his widening eyes, Boris held up the Bone in his hand as Vernon was completing his speech to Jack, and wasting no time he gave Jack a hefty nudge to show off his latest accomplishment.
"Hey Mr. Jack, look what Boris can do!"
Unfortunately, Boris was't the type of guy who wanted things that badly all the time, and even when he did they were usually smaller, insignificant things, like wanting a nice comfortable bed to sleep in, so being able to use this sort of power was probably not going to be a very frequent event.
While Boris is announcing his power to Jack, Sluggy didn't bother waiting for Jack to answer his earlier request, and just lunged himself off the wall and onto Jack's shoulder. "Thanks buddy!" He says, in his squeaky little voice.
Jack watches as Boris shoves Silas against the wall, not bothering to try to stop him. Any attempts to do so, he figured, would be fruitless, given the demigod's raw strength.
Jack shakes his head, responding, "Now, Boris," he places a hand on his shoulder as he continues, "I don't know what women you've met in the past, but I can assure you that not all of them are bad people."
"It would seem so," Jack answers, looking down at Buttons as the cat looks up at him. Making a reasoned guess as to what it meant, he reached into his satchel, removing some more of the dried meat from the shop that he and Boris had raided the day before, offering some to the kitten; Bob had eaten it while he was inhabiting the kitten's body without ill effect, so he figured that unless whatever magic that witch had used to transfer his soul altered the cat's digestive tract as well- something Jack found highly unlikely- then Buttons would most likely accept it as well.
While still holding out the bits of dried meat to Buttons, Jack glanced at Chisille as she lapped up what remained of Herman's, or, rather, Trixie's body. Remains consisting almost entirely of a pool of blood. While a taste for human flesh wouldn't exactly surprise Jack, a taste for blood alone seemed... unusual, to say the least, though this particular dragon had already proven itself unusual compared to the stories and legends Jack had heard and read concerning them.
Whether or not this would be an isolated incident or if she would continue to thirst for human- equine?- blood, only time could tell.
"There'll be no point in bothering to fight against our common foe if we just end up destroying ourselves, old man..." Jack states, a tone of caution in his voice. Making a demigod your enemy tends to be a poor choice in terms of long-term survival, after all.
"I... see..." What Vernon was telling him was a lot to take in. Within the span of two days, Jack had encountered a go, and now... entities from other worlds? It was a concept that was difficult for him to grasp, though short of a better explanation, it was also the only answer that, in a strange way, made sense to him. It would explain the odd sensation that Vernon and the members of the Order had given him- Jack had always had a sense for abberations, unusual flows of energy, and other such things, after all- and their abilites being natural rather than magic in nature easily put to rest the question of why Magebuster was no more effective than any other longsword would've been when he had tried to fight the false Boris.
Thinking of their nature, he recalled something from the day before. A question that had been lingering on his mind, that he had intended to ask a citizen of the town, should he encounter any during his investigation.
Jack nods as Vernon speaks, answering as the otherworldly man finishes. "Wolves, I know I can handle," he states, "But this second wave, and whatever it is accompanying those wolves... well, whatever it takes to survive this ordeal, if it is within my power, I will do it."
He pauses for a moment before continuing, "On that note... if you think we have time before our inevitable encounter with the Order, there is something else I'd like to ask you about."
Jack looks at Boris as he holds up Revel Yell, the dragonbone weapon reunited with its wielder. "Oh, you got your weapon back. Looks like we won't have to search for a new weapon for you after all." He gives Boris a friendly smile, continuing, "And your timing couldn't have been better."
Jack glances down at Sluggy, now on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he states, "as long as you don't plan on exploding again. Unless you think you could effectively fight a member of the Order that way..." He gives a nervous laugh, still uncertain about how- or even if- they're going to get out of this alive.
Chisille continued to stare at her mildly glowing tail for a few moments longer. The weird sensations that flowed through her mind brought with it her usual sense of self-preservation that she had been missing for the past few minutes. These instincts told her that she would be better off elsewhere, away from any other humans in case whatever was happening to her wasn't particularly pleasant for her.
The weird sensations not only restored her instinctual desires to keep herself out of harm's way, but the soothing part of it had begun to calm down her wild mood swings. She still felt nervous and anxious about what was going on, however she didn't feel like she had to burst into any sort of wild outbreak of any sort of emotion. Her goal was plain and clear. Find somewhere where she could hide and properly examine what was happening without the constant looming presence of all the others in the hallway.
Unfortunately this would mean having to leave the sights of her friend Betty once again. She knew that part very much. Perhaps the little grey dragon would be calm enough to have Betty follow along to whatever quiet place she would wander off to. It would have to be within the confines of the mansion however. She might've been acting hysterical with a hint of bloodlust, but that didn't mean she was completely deaf to the constant chatter around her. Even with her abilities, wolves were still a threat in large enough numbers.
And so, taking one final glance at each and every person standing around in the hallway, with her final glance directed at Betty, she turned away from the group and walked off without a word. Another fancy two-legged trick with a door and it's handle later, and she was through.
It seemed the lounge room had a certain liking for appearing before her. It must be a sort of safe haven for little drakes or something. Looking around, she could see that her nest was still there along with the scattered bucket of oreos all over the floor. Maybe she could reclaim all of the biscuits later, but for now she had to take care of herself.
Chisille rested herself down on her pile of pillows and cushions and watched her tail again. Yes, the faint red glow was still there, radiating out from underneath her bandage. While it could still be seen by the naked eye, it was definitely dimmer then before. Chisille reached down, with a good tug or two she moved the bandage off of her sword cut. Surprise overcame her from what she saw. What had been a bleeding gash the night before was now a scarred line through her scales. It still had a little bit of work to go, hence the light seeping through the scar, but this was far beyond the speed she was normally capable of.
She patiently watched her tail for another minute, by then the light had stopped and the wound had been healed. Then came another sudden feeling to replace the soothing weirdness. Fatigue. Despite just waking up, a wave of exhaustion flowed through her forcing her to collapse onto the cushions. Turns out she had recovered far too rapidly, even for whatever had activated. A good 5 minute rest felt like it's needed.
So there the little dragon lay, watching the door she had entered from with one eye while patiently waiting for her energy to recover.
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
The almost always constant and somehow awkward smile of Betty's suddenly droops a little when that big hunk a man tells her she's pregnant. She let's out a itty-bitty squeak like a mouse getting caught eating cheese off the dinner table, then rolls her eyes on up to the ceiling having herself only two things to immediately say about the matter. First, "That'll explain the seedy feeling I've been having." and second, "How the gosh darn hell am I gonna explain this to my daddy...?"
After letting out a good ol long sigh, she turns her eyes over to Jack, even though he seems rather occupied in all manner of conversation at this present time. "How was I supposed to know humans and angels were compatible like that anyway?"
In the face of all this shocking information, she barely even noticed when her cute little dragon friend left their company and went venturing off somewhere else in the mansion. She was just going to have to catch up to Chissy later.
Ezmond sure is a little taken aback, first by that gosh darn gun pointed right at his head, then by the ushering of Renard's when he drags him on into that room. He isn't really rattled none at all though, he'd sure seen more threatening things than that in his long life of wizardry. Adjusting is big ol straw hat after it was knocked askew in all the hubbub, he places his hands quick smart on his hips to reply to Renard -
"Now it's clear to me you haven't had none too many dealings with them demon variety, young man, but in my very own experience it has been proven the spiritual world don't see time as we do. Time as we know it has a lot less to do with this than you might therefore think! It might be hard for you to fathom being a primitive sort of individual, but I do come from a future time when guns be as common as a new episode of a sitcom on the idiot tube, and I don't doubt that there demon understands that about me as well. But just so as you know right now, Demons don't need to be from no future time to know how future times work. Now, I don't at all expect you to understand a whole great deal of what I just told you, but you sure are right about one gosh darn thing; that there demon is certain a lunatic as ever I've seen one - that is to say any man, woman, child - or in this case a hot diggity damn demon, is gonna get a little antsy when threatening their right to survive!"
Just when Ezmond is finished saying his piece and taking a deep breath to say even more, he's rudely interrupted by the demon calling out from the hall, apparently having a conversation with Ariel's soul. Before too long this conversation gets a little over heated and the gun finally let's loose. The sound of the gun fire makes Ezmond jump just a little, especially when he sees that slug penetrate the timber of the door frame right there in front of him. Following that, a little scuffle ensues and that a big ol gust of wind, not at all doubtful to be the spirit of the demon, rushes into the room and bowls Ezmond right off his feet. He tumbles a few time on the floor then gets to his feet to see young Renard pinned to the ceiling by force of that desperate demon.
"Now you just hold on there, young man!" Ezmond shares his advice with Renard, "You just fight that demons will to take your body now, it can only last so long outside of a body before it needs to return to hell...." Ezmond gives his chin a good thoughtful scratch. "Well, at least that's how I understand the matter anyway. Perhaps you might wanna think about say'n a prayer about now, if you haven't already started doing so already!"
Ezmond starts walking toward Renard now, speaking some unrecognizable language in the form of a chant, and while he's doing this small pockets start opening up in the air around the room, and out of these pockets shine rays of white light in Renard's very direction.
All them charging animals don't feel too bothered to continue their pursuit of them hounds once they'd gone off running with their tails between their legs. All them animals eyes turned to the big void up the street as it disappeared to reveal a mansion set in the side of the plateau. Once they had their fill of seeing that particular curios sight, all their eyes then turn to the frightened little bird girl, Gwen, instead. Now, under normal circumstances, them farm animals wouldn't have given a second thought to that girl being dragged off like she was, but being as they were under a spell Ezmond had placed on them, they looked none to kindly on what was happening to her. All but one of them animals now start running after Gwen, intent on stopping whatever invisible person was taking her against her will.
The one animal that didn't follow with the others was a big ol Bull named Ben, who just so happened to notice Aella sneaking around close by. That big ol bully strut on up to the girl carrying a bow in her hand and let out a big ol huff of hot air from his flared nostrils. He then stomped one of his front hooves on the ground real hard to show he meant business, and then asked her his pressing question -
"Whooooo... arrrrrre..... Youuuuuuu?"
As the words came out of his mouth, his big nose came right up close to Aella's face, eyes all cross-eyed and glaring at her for a prompt answer.
Aella didn't pay attention to this big bull until he stomped one of his hooves on the ground, though she turned towards him once he asked this question. However due to the smell of this animal she stepped back a little bit, though she didn't really indicate that the smell wasn't pleasant. "My name is Aella, and you are?" she asked calmly, though a little carelessly. She kept her bow aimed at the ground, with her eyes fixated on the bull's eyes calmly. She has dealt with stranger things before, than a talking bull. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?
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
'Silas' saw the look in Vernon's eyes and knew immediately that staying with this motley group would only lead to failure. And yet he couldn't leave this cursed place! No matter. The Order was not his affair to mess with, and if they were too busy with the others to mess with him personally, someone will slip, and he'll eventually find a way out. And if they did decide he was worth messing with...
Why, they'll know pain, of course.
"Maybe," 'Silas' asserts, his grin slowly growing from ear to ear, tilting his head to one side, almost as if he was trying to see something in Boris more clearly. "Maybe the creepy old man is right." The chuckle that followed was a downright unsettling giggle, a cackle more suited to someone half his age, as he threw his head back, burying himself with his own laughter and the absurdity of the whole situation.
The giggling suddenly died down as 'Silas' turned sharply, almost too sharply, to Jack. "You're right. I shouldn't be wasting my energy on fruitless pursuits. I should be miles away from here!" He gestured to the room around him. "And yet here I am, stuck in this purgatory of a mansion, bunched with you lot." He kicks the wall behind him, frustrated.
"Waiting for death, that's all this is..." he mumbles under his breath.
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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