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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 14, 2008 16:56:06 GMT -5
Cowl looked away from the clouds when the newcomer arrived. Cowl remembered seeing him before when he first met Eithne but they were never really introduced. Cowl gave the man a short smile of his own confidence. "Yep... I'm Cowl.... And I guess you must know Eithne already." He said. He had no idea of what kind of character this person was. Were they good inside, evil, or perhaps inbetween. If it was the first Cowl had nothing to worry about but if he was either of the other two Cowl was ready for anything. Any attack from any direction. The power he could collect in his hands were all around him and ready to form. He had no idea if this man would sense that. But Cowl liked to be ready. If not anything.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 14, 2008 21:34:39 GMT -5
"Hey Damon." Eithne waved a bit absentmindedly to Damon, she hadn't seen him in a while but obviously she had remembered him. The amazing thing wasn't that she remembered Damon, actually... the amazing thing was that she opted for speaking instead of telepathy... it was rather nice for someone to bother talking for once, not that Cowl would think it very odd, though Damon might.
(and I can't think of anything else to post... D:)
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Post by Creator on Mar 16, 2008 23:31:28 GMT -5
Damon didn't react for a moment, not catching the fact that Eithne had actually spoke. Then he turned, staring for a moment. "Well that's new," he said, smiling behind his mask. He glanced at Cowl every now and then, feeling a strange vibe. He couldn't truly sense one's power, but like many who were in combat a lot, he had the gut instinct that this guy wasn't exactly loosey-goosey right now. He made his way away from the two, intending to let them tend to their own business while keeping a watch on Cowl. Berstunic flew overhead, sending rapid thoughts in the form of images to Damon, essentially transmitting a choppier version of his own eyesight.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 17, 2008 7:55:13 GMT -5
Cowl watched Damon walk off a bit after commenting on Eithne speaking. Cowl was surprised a bit that she spoke to Damon. He was used to her talking, but it had been odd that she talked to someone else besides him. Cowl remembered just when he first met her and she wouldn't even talk to anyone. Cowl was a bit happy to find out she was more open now. He couldn't help but think that perhaps this had a bit to do with him. Perhaps that was not true, but one could hope right? Cowl turned to Eithne letting the energy around him spred around a bit, "So... should we get out of here? Or do you want to stay for a while."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 17, 2008 8:50:17 GMT -5
Eithne saw Damon go and in the back of her mind there was some quiet little plea, 'No... don't go...' she kinda didn't want to be left alone with Cowl because she was well aware that the moment she was alone with Cowl, something bad would happen. When something bad happens, she'd really like for someone to be with her who could stay conscious the whole time, because obviously Cowl had proved over and over again that he can't.
"No... we're fine here, right?" she smiled towards Cowl, admittedly she seemed to have forced the smile, but Eithne had alot of things on her mind, it was understandable... hopefully. She didn't really mean to respond to Cowl telepathically, it just happened, she hoped Cowl wouldn't mind. Over the past few seconds, Eithne seemed to realize just how little she'd been seeing anyone other than Cowl, she'd been worrying herself over Cowl for the longest time now, she wanted to see the other people, she really sorta wanted to stop babysitting Cowl... but... she couldn't. She couldn't just leave Cowl to fend for himself because God knows what would happen, then. Eithne released a tired sigh despite herself and she watched Damon as if she were trying to make him come back by sheer willpower.
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Post by Creator on Mar 17, 2008 10:04:32 GMT -5
"Jeez, Damon, I know you can't hear it, but you need to get back over there. She's worried about something, though I can't tell what exactly." Staring for a moment, Damon began to stroll lazily back over toward the two. He took out the earth kunai Eithne had given him for Christmas and sat down across from the two, sticking it into the ground. A three-foot spike of earth rose up next to the kunai, then retracted as he pulled it up. "You know, these sure come in handy, but it's an extremely painful way to die." He smirked, suddenly realizing that the presence of a weapon would probably drive Cowl into hyperalert mode. Rather than putting it away, however, he took out several more, one for each element, then took out six identical black kunai with red along each edge. "One for any occasion. This one especially." He held up the light kunai, snickering. "Good for pissing Dimor off."
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 17, 2008 13:30:33 GMT -5
Cowl felt indifferent about Eithne talking to him telepathically. Personally he felt as if she had done it because she was tired of him. Cowl just sighed. He was starting to believe that perhaps they needed some time away from eachother. After all Cowl had this feeling and it wasn't the first time he had one of those. Eithne did not want to leave. But truth be told Cowl did. He wanted to get out of here. As Damon walked over to them again with a kunai in his hand and after talking with them Cowl knew what he had to do. "Eithne I'm going to go... I'll see you later." That was all he said as he began to walk away. He knew how she was feeling. How she was tired of him and how she wanted his space. Cowl began to think once again that perhaps their love for eachother wasn't the same. Perhaps her love for him was more like a mother then like a lover. Cowl wouldn't know what he would do if he found out that this was true. But as Cowl walked away from the two, with out telling Eithne that he loved her and all that. He hoped that she understood that he loved her and always will. But he could only hope that she felt the same way. Cowl came to a small platform that led off of this place. Turning back once more ontop of the platform he forced a smile just as she had towards her.
When Cowl landed on the ground something very interesting happened. Surrounding Cowl were bushes and trees. And above him he heard two voices. One of them was Thomas. Cowl threw himself into one of the bushes as he watched Thomas who stood before a small portal. In the portal was a vision of a strange looking woman dressed in very slutty clothing. Her hair was light brown in color and put into a bun around her head. She wore, what looked like medical straps to Cowl, around her bust and shoulders leaving the lower part of her breasts exposed. On her hip was a silk cloth that was practiclly see through. She was a very beautiful woman. Thomas spoke his voice low, "Everything is going as planed... Eithne does not suspect a thing.."
The woman responded to him her voice that of a childs, which was very odd seing she was in a grown woman's body. "Very good... Keep Eithne guessing until my arrival."
Thomas quickly asked, "When will that be my mistress?"
The woman grew a large smile. "Soon... Very soon."
((Li-Wa: Dun dun duuunnnnn...))
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 17, 2008 13:54:07 GMT -5
Eithne watched Cowl leave... well... if Cowl left, that meant they were separated from each other, which meant that someone was going to take advantage of that... which meant someone was either going to attack Cowl... or someone was going to attack her. Eithne wasn't sure which, but hey- Cowl wouldn't get himself killed, so maybe he'd be okay for once, right? Well, Eithne could hope.
"To be perfectly honest, Damon... I think there are a good many of ways to 'piss Dimor off'" Eithne shrugged, a spark of light magic formed above her shoulder to prove a little point. "So how's life been treating you, Damon? Hopefully it doesn't include incestual older siblings you never knew you had and the end of the world- otherwise I'd have to say we should start a club." Okay, it sounded like Eithne was joking, but in all honesty, she wasn't. Her voice was completely calm when she spoke and she seemed completely serious... and somehow genuinely honestly curious to see 'how life has been treating' Damon. It was odd hearing her actually have a conversation with someone, no?
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Post by Creator on Mar 17, 2008 16:27:53 GMT -5
Damon stared for a moment taking in what she said and carefully choosing his response. After all, she seemed to finally be talking to people, and he didn't want to screw it up. "I've been alright. A lot more appreciative of life now. What was that about... uh... what? Do you need a bodyguard or anything? Because that's a job for an expert ninja." So Damon considered himself an expert ninja now, an amusing thought to those more skilled than he. Berstunic glided down and landed on Damon's shoulder, his tail wrapping around his neck for security. He nodded to Eithne in acknowledgement, then went back to watching the area around them. It seemed he and Damon had a nice little system worked out. Berstunic watched and sent Damon a mental alert if someone showed up, and Damon... well, Damon gave Berstunic a shoulder to sit on.
"How have you been? Happy with Cowl, I hope?" He honestly wasn't too sure if he actually hoped so or not. On one hand, he never really wanted a friend to be unhappy, but on the other hand... Damon put the collection of kunai away in various pockets of his coat, which was a lot more handy than having to lug around a pouch for them all the time. "I noticed you'll talk now."
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 17, 2008 17:08:15 GMT -5
Cowl remained in his bush listening to their conversation. He was wondering just who this woman was, and what was her role in all of this. Cowl already knew about Thomas. He had no clue that she was his sister just yet, but when he did it would mean chaos. It was an unforgivable act to fall in love with one's sister. Cowl's ears perked as he listened closely to the two speaking. The woman spoke her voice remaining that of a child. It was something very eerie to have a voice of a child. Sort of demonic. "How close are you in locating my fellow companions?" She asked.
Thomas responded his voice sort of nervous. "Well... About that... It seems I have yet to locate number seven and number one. They remain hidden as Number Nine has directed." He waited for his mistress' response.
When she did response she had a look of annoyance. It was obvious she was not happy. "You know your problem Thomas.. You are two focused on Eithne... I told you already that if you hurt her I will not hesitate to wipe you off this earth. Eithne is mine." The way she spoke about Eithne sent chills up Cowl's spine. What did she mean Eithne was hers. If it was the same way Thomas wanted her this was not good. Cowl thought it was better to get out of here. If they were to find him it would mean trouble. Cowl looked over to where Thomas and the portal once was to find both of them gone. Now that was odd. Sighing to himself Cowl turned around and headed out of the bush. When he did standing before him was Thomas. "Eavesdroppers are not unacceptable Cowl..." He said with a large grin.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 17, 2008 17:25:11 GMT -5
Eithne, completely oblivious to whatever was happening to Cowl at the current moment (Either that or she didn't care). "Damon, firstly- I'm doing rather fine without a bodyguard. Secondly, why would you care about Cowl?" she didn't sound hostile with her words, she was just listing off the answers in order. She actually sounded rather amused as she spoke, "And thirdly, what about my talking? Would you prefer if I was silent?" she wore a smirk on her face, obviously she wasn't looking for a fight here. If Li-Wa ever saw someone like Eithne acting like she was now, she would assume the person was on crack, but oh well.
Eithne was just lucky that Cowl was out of sight and hearing and therefor out of the radius of where he could be found or be bothersome. So Eithne was left to actually have a life at the moment.
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Post by Creator on Mar 17, 2008 17:33:56 GMT -5
"Okay, fine, shoot a guy for trying to help," he said, raising his hands up. "And I didn't want you to stop talking, it's a good thing. And I don't really care much about Cowl, I care about you being happy. You're my friend, as far as I'm concerned, so get used to it." Sadly, Damon would have gone to help Cowl - and probably show off in the process - but alert as he was, he couldn't sense the events taking place down below. "Tell you what," he said, removing his mask. "I'll take this off if you'll actually talk. Even though, you know, you don't care either way."
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 17, 2008 17:52:19 GMT -5
As fear engulfed Cowl Thomas continued to smirk. Thomas grabbed Cowl by the collar and brought him off the ground. "What do you want?!" Cowl asked squirming trying to get out of his grasp. Cowl did not want to have anything to do with this man. He was a psychopath and not only that but a creep. "Well... For now I will just remove you... After all you do nothing but get in my way.... Bothering Eithne with all your annoyances. Oh Eithne help me! Oh I’m so helpless.” Thomas spoke the last two sentences in a mocking tone. “You really do nothing but get in the way.” Thomas with his one hand holding Thomas by the collar he threw him twenty feet away towards a tree. The next thing Cowl knew his head snapped against the tree branch causing a wound in the back of his head. His vision grew hazy from the head trauma he just received. The last thing Cowl saw before he blacked out was Thomas walking towards him laughing.
Julius withdrew both guns as he ran towards Thomas. He had no idea who this man was, but as he saw Thomas hurl Cowl into a tree he knew he had to act. Firing three bullets at Thomas from the gun in his right hand he clicked the safety off his other gun. Julius watched Thomas dodge the two bullets as he ran over to an unconscious Cowl. Thomas never stopped smiling as he picked Cowl up and his eyes locked with Julius’. For Julius his head began to spin as he dropped to one knee. His vision was hazy and his head continued to spin. He could hear footsteps running off into the distance positive that they were Thomas’. Julius couldn’t do anything as he stood on one knee his head twirling in circles. It took a while but by the time it had stopped Cowl and Thomas were no where in sight.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 17, 2008 18:18:27 GMT -5
Eithne laughed, "I wasn't complaining about your 'friendship' or whatever you want to call it, and you don't need to take off your silly mask if you want me to talk, okay?" She reached a hand out and ruffled Damon's hair a bit, there was a smile on Eithne's face, of all things. "Though might I ask, Damon... what else are you willing to remove in order to get me to speak?" she asked, still distinctively joking in her tone. Sure she wasn't serious with the comment, but Eithne didn't seem to understand that with most guys, they wouldn't really appreciate the rather cruel sense of humor she seemed to have at times.
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Post by Creator on Mar 17, 2008 18:24:45 GMT -5
Damon stared for a moment, then started to crack up. He stood, slowly removing his headband while making the whole UNCE UNCE UNCE UNCE sounds. Then he sat down, tied the headband back in place, and held up his mask. "And it's not silly, it's useful. With this on a foggy day, I can really mess with people's heads." Berstunic had taken to the sky when Damon stood, preferring to explore this curious place instead of listening to such boring talk. He landed at the edge of the field and looked down. '...I could stab clean through an elephant from this height...' If you didn't know, an amphiptere can straighten its body and become sharp as a blade, and the greater the height it falls on its prey from, the more dangerous it is.
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