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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 18, 2008 7:59:21 GMT -5
Cowl reawoke to find himself in a very shady place. He was in some sort of cavern lit by small torches. Behind him were two split paths seperated by a wall. Cowl's hands had been tied behind his back and his feet were tied as well. Cowl looked at the details of the place, the small torches, the different rock formations and such. Cowl wondered just how he had got himself into this. Then he remembered what had happened pervious to his awake here. Cowl was pretty sure that the bleeding had already stopped, but was a bit worried about it. Cowl really didn't have time to worry about it though because Thomas made his prescene known. He was siting in a small chair playing with an odd shaped knife. He arose from the chair and walked towards Cowl. When he spoke he did not look at Cowl, but rather at the knife in his hands. "Well Cowl.... I may not be able to harm Eithne... But nothing stops me from playing with you a bit." A warm smile grew on his face, while he hovered over Cowl. Thomas crouched down and spoke again while he raised his the odd knife to Cowl's face. "This Cowl... Is a very special tool of mine. It is a doctor's scapal and one I use often. You see its never fun to just go ahead and kill someone. One must prolong the pain. After all the more pain for you, the more ectasy for me." Thomas brought the knife to above Cowl's right eyebrow at the edge of his right temple. Bringing the knife on a diagnoal he brought it inbetween the top of his nose on the left side and his left eye. He ended the gash in the left cheek making a straight angle. Blood gushed out of the gut as Cowl screamed in pain. All Thomas did was laugh at Cowl's pain and adore his first cut.
Julius looked up as he finally got out of the trace Thomas had put him in. He noticed a strange bird hovering overahead and decided that he ought to check out just why Cowl wasn't with Eithne. After all if she had payed more attention maybe his kidnapping might not of happened. Sighing to himself Julius rode the small platform up onto the grassy field. He noticed Eithne siting there and some other man he had yet to meet. Julius thought about telling Eithne about Cowl, but know as she saw how friendly Eithne was being with this man he decided against it. He would have to go help Cowl becasue to Julius it was obvious that Eithne had better things to do then care about her boyfriend.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 18, 2008 17:41:16 GMT -5
((Aww, come on, Julius! That's not fair! D: D: D: ))
"Well, After such a performance, I'd have to say something was in order." Eithne smiled, pulling a dollar seemingly out of her sleeve and tucking it into Damon's headband, "Congrats." She was wondering just exactly how Damon's mask could help him screw with people's heads, but she really just decided not to bother since she was more likely to get some long, overly complicated response that she just didn't want to get.
Eithne froze, "Julius..." Her gaze darted out and caught Julius immediately, "Julius... something's the matter, what is it?" the message was clear and sent straight to Julius, obviously Eithne was worried. She had alot of stuff that could go wrong and it would figure something bad would happen as soon as she let her guard down. Well now she was alert again and an odd tension hung thick in the air around her like a choking presense. Her silver eyes looked to Damon and then back to Julius, she already knew this probably had something to do with Cowl and it'd be a matter of moments before she'd break out into a stream of unladylike curses.
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Post by Creator on Mar 18, 2008 20:03:19 GMT -5
Damon had opened his mouth to respond when Julius made an appearance, stealing away all of Eithne's attention. Damon followed her stare toward him as well, noting that his arrival had turned her serious again, and he could only assume she was having some sort of mental conversation with the guy. He removed the dollar from his headband and stuck it into his pocket absentmindedly, though he had intended to make some witty remark and give it back.
"I take it fun and games time is over, then," he said, tightening the mask across his face. He didn't seem to happy as he stood, but perhaps there would be some good in this. While he enjoyed the thrill of combat as much as the next guy, he looked at it realistically. A ninja could only survive so many battles. It was largely due to luck and the element of surprise that determined who won and who lost, and lately he'd been wondering when it would be his time to lose. The longer a person trained, the more dangerous their opponents seemed to get.
"...fine. If something's gone wrong, count me in. I could use a good dance." He offered a hand to help Eithne up, all the while trying to remember Julius' name.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 19, 2008 7:52:06 GMT -5
Immediatly after the fist cut Thomas began on the second. The sounds of Cowl's agony roared in his ear making his heart beat faster and faster. The second incision, Thomas had decided, would be a place alot less open. Thomas cut the shirt on Cowl's back as he threw him to the ground his tied hands he moved over his head. Thomas kneed Cowl in the chest hard cause him to yelp. He needed to make sure that Cowl did not move. Other wise the cut would be ruined. Thomas brought the knife to five inches below the shoulder. He started the cut there bringing it down on another diagnoal and ending it right before it reached his hip. The sounds of Cowl's cried continued as the blood continued to flow. It was all so refreshing to him. The sight of blood. He loved blood as much as he loved Eithne. And that was a whole lot. "So Cowl.... Tell me.... Do you think Eithne's going to love a scared man like you. Because you see these scapels of mine are very special. They leave marks that no magic can ever take away." He said as he started on the other side of Cowl's back and brought it down so that a large cut in the shape on an X had formed on Cowl's back. "The poor baby." He said as tears droped from Cowl's eyes.
Julius strolled over to the two. he had no idea just why they were all leaping to get out of here. After all a second ago they had been all friendly and now the two were itching for a battle. Keepings Julius' mind protected from Eithne prying in he responded to her question. "Nothing's wrong Eithne... I just have some question's to ask you is all." Yep that was Julius. If Eithne wanted to figure out just what he had saw she would have to go off the platform and put it all together. Julius was positive that there was enough down there to do so. The left over energy from the portal, Cowl's blood by the tree, the blood trail leading into the woods. And not only that but Cowl's scent.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 19, 2008 18:17:50 GMT -5
Eithne accepted Damon's hand to help herself up, though she didn't even look towards Damon, she kept her burning gaze on Julius, frustration boiling in the depths of her silver eyes, "Nobody ever 'Just has some questions' these days! There's always something wrong, Julius. Tell me what the fuck the problem is." Eithne obviously wasn't in the mood to shit around right now. "Fuuuuck... it's Cowl, isn't it?" She asked, already figuring that the first problem she'd come to would involve Cowl, it's a familiar pattern. Cowl seems fine, Cowl is suddenly NOT fine, Cowl seems fine again, Cowl is suddenly infinately more NOT fine than he was before, Cowl seems fine yet again... and it could really go on and on and on... Eithne was beginning to wonder if she'd have to talk to Casis about any of this, perhaps there was paperwork involved. Eithne didn't know, "Please don't tell me that Cowl's dead or something..." From the tone in Eithne's voice, she seemed more annoyed with the concept of a dead Cowl, rather than actually worried or sorry for him. If Cowl was dead by now, it was most likely more humane than anything else that could have happened to him.
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Post by Creator on Mar 19, 2008 18:27:32 GMT -5
Damon looked back and forth between Eithne and Julius, thankful that at least Eithne was talking out loud so he had some idea of what was going on. He hopped lightly from one foot to the other, itching to get moving and stop whatever needed to be stopped. Once his adrenaline got going and the familiar purple sparks started showing up around him, it was hard to just turn off battle mode. But he forced himself to calm down, stopping his movement and staring at Julius expectantly. Strands of his hair were standing up with static, but there was nothing he could do about that until he touched someone or something conductive.
"Does Cowl have some problem with starting trouble, or something?" He asked Eithne, not taking his eyes off of Julius. "And furthermore, just who is this guy? I think I remember him from somewhere, but I can't put my finger on it." He began to sweat purple sweat, which took him a minute to notice; afterwards, it stopped, and the sweat faded. It wasn't like him to get so excited about possible fighting, at least not in what he acknowledged about himself.
((Sorry it's short, but I have to go. Dx Be back later on tonight.))
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 19, 2008 22:37:53 GMT -5
Thomas stopped after finishing the fourth incision in Cowl's back completing the X. He knew Cowl was in extreme pain. After all who wouldn't be. Thomas was cutting him up with medical knifes. And not just any normal medical knives. Knifes created from a metal so rare that it had yet to be invented. Of course only he knew about that it. Thomas stepped away from Cowl cleaning Cowl's blood off his knives. "You know Cowl... Your blood is very interesting.. Very unique." Bringing his tounge to the blood Thomas tasted it. "Yes... It has an interesting taste as well. To think that a simple stupid boy like you would start the chain events that would bring the world to..." Thomas' final words of that sentence were cut off as a voice echoed down the corridor.
"Now now Thomas... What did I say about revealing facts that were not supposed to be revealed yet." The voice was very femine and very childish. Thomas turned his head as Cowl forced his head to look upward. It belonged to the very same woman from before. She was dressed in the same clothing as in the portal as well. But up close there was only one word that could describe her. Beautiful. Actually to Cowl she was more pretty then even Eithne.
Julius shook his head. He would not tell her. But that didn't mean he wouldn't give her a few insights or hints. "Eithne... It is not my place to tell you what you should be seeking for yourself. If you think Cowl is in danger go after him. If he is not then why bother." It was a simple logic but it made sense. It was not Julius' place to tell her about her boyfriend. She would have to find out herself. Julius did say one thing before he turned to Damon. "If you are interested check down below." Julius strolled over to Damon and gave him a small welcoming smile. "Hello... Nice to meet you... My name is Julius"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 20, 2008 17:44:34 GMT -5
Eithne growled, muttering under her breath the words, "Fucking good for nothing vampires, they can all burn in hell for all I care, never just able to tell you what you fucking need to know..." she got to work, making her way to the scene of the crime with blistering speed, not looking to see if anyone was coming with her, "Damon, are you coming or not?" she called back, okay- so she did care if Damon came with her, she much preferred if Damon was with her. She didn't want to wander into something alone. She was caught instantly by the attacking scent of spilled, warm blood as she arrived at the scene she sought and she staggered slightly, catching her breath, her eyes widened, "Damon!" she called, her voice rather urgent. It was official, if there was THIS much blood belonging to certain delicate SOMEONES than she needed someone, most certainly not Julius, he'd proven himself to be a useless asshole, Damon though, still had time to prove himself as useful... well, more useful than a potential canteen.
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Post by Creator on Mar 20, 2008 20:11:53 GMT -5
Without responding, Damon ran forward and leapt off the field, ignoring the platform and freefalling down toward the scene below. He burst into purple liquid just before hitting the ground, then snapped back together and rushed over to Eithne. Only now did he realize how rude it was to just leave after Julius introduced himself and not do the same, but he wasn't going all the way back up there just to give his name. He took in the scene without shock, but a look of deep thought. He glanced up at Eithne, requesting confirmation from her eyes that the blood belonged to Cowl.
Berstunic finally caught up, pulling out of his dive and curving up to land on Damon's shoulder. Damon waved a hand and the blood hissed, evaporating into a cloud that collected in the air before them. Then it condensed into a rectangular prism and dropped to the ground, where Damon picked it up and tucked it hastily into an inside pocket of his coat. "The more you have at your disposal, the better," he said. "Besides, don't want you to get thirsty on the way. So, any idea where he, she, it, or they went?" As he spoke, his Kunai Claws began to form around his hands, as they always did in tense situations. His eyes faded into the Tamashigan and he looked around the area, searching for any souls hiding nearby. Finding none, they faded back to normal and he turned to Eithne expectantly.
((You don't know how hard it was not to have him say, "Well gang, looks like we have another mystery on our hands!" xD))
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 22, 2008 9:43:31 GMT -5
Thomas smile grew even wider when the child's voice filled his ears. Turning to the woman Thomas knelt on one knee as if he were in front of some sort of high spiritual being. He spoke to her his voice filled with nothing but respect. "I am sorry my Mistress." The word mistress was odd to Cowl. To Cowl this whole situation was a bit to eerie. But then again what good could he really do. Blood was still dripping from the cuts in his back and face. He felt a bit light headed from the lost of all the blood and was wondering if perhaps this really was the end. When he forced himself to look up once again he found himself staring at bosoms. His face turned an immediate shade of red as the woman let out a child's laugh. "Oh he is just so cute!" She said picking him off the ground and holding him in her arms, which to Cowl was very odd, but warm feeling. Thomas let out a small chuckle to himself as he exited the small cave. He knew that Eithne would most likely be on the search for them now. He would not let her disrupt his Mistress. So he set out to find her.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 22, 2008 12:05:55 GMT -5
"Thomas... and he didn't make any effort to keep us from following from the looks of it... besides... it reeks of him." Eithne narrowed her eyes, stalking forward and following the trail, dread in every step. Of all people... of course it would be Thomas because nobody would have it any other way. "Damon, don't look Thomas in the eyes, okay? He can make you pass out if you do. It's his power." she warned Damon, obviously she didn't want him to conk out and leave her all alone with it because such a thought was not a pleasant one. Eithne was such a wonderful person, no? Eithne sighed, obviously not enjoying the fact that she was litterally looking for Thomas now, because of course Thomas would have Cowl.
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Post by Creator on Mar 22, 2008 12:27:59 GMT -5
"Interesting..." Damon walked in silence for a moment, thinking of a few different things to try. "That can work to our advantage. Very much so." He performed several hand signs and there were two puffs of smoke, one around himself and the other creating a clone. The copy then made its own series of hand signs and, in a puff of smoke, transformed into another boy, one whose face was unfamiliar. ((Use your imagination. xD)) "With more people they've never seen before, they're less likely to attack. At least not without trying to find out about what he can do first. Unless, by chance, Thomas is a fool." The tone in his voice left that possibility open for Eithne to confirm or deny.
Berstunic flew ahead, scouting the area for any sort of ambush awaiting them. Damon couldn't seem to stop grinning, despite the ominous confrontation that seemed to loom in the near future. He had six pages of new strategies that he couldn't wait to try.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Mar 22, 2008 16:58:46 GMT -5
Thomas stood in front of the two, or should he say three. He was not all that interested in the new comer that had decided to follow Eithne and the man. Thomas stood in front of the two. He sort of just appeared stepping from behind a tree with no evidence of his previous arrival or scent tracking to that place. Thomas' scent was cloaked just as it always was by the pendent around his neck. He spoke to the two with a gentleman's appeal, "Good evening boys and girls... Welcome to the greatest show on Earth." As he said this he stepped behind a tree. And three men dressed in black cloaks stepped away from the tree. Each had different color hair and eyes. Thomas' voice echoed through the forest as he spoke to Damion, Eithne, and the other. "My audience please allow me to introduce you to the James' Brothers. We have Jacob James..." He stopped as the tallest of the three stepped forward. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and in his hand were two twin swords equal length. Thomas spoke again in the same manner. "THen there is Kyle James." The shortest of the three stepped forwards. He had short spiky hair and brown eyes. On his shoulder was an enormous mace twice the length of his entire body. "And last but not least Joseph James." The middle one stepped forward. He had flaming red shaggy hair with green eyes. He wore two black gloves on his hands. "They will be the first act of this performance. And if you manage to servive the final performance, I will grant you what you want most Eithne. I shall leave..."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 25, 2008 0:12:52 GMT -5
Eithne rolled her eyes, "Well I guess everyone wins if you leave, huh?" Eithne looked towards Damon for a fleeting moment, "Damon... if it looks like we're going to lose or if Thomas starts to act... well like himself... then do you think that perhaps you could turn me to smoke?" it was an honest request. She normally wouldn't ask people to use magic on her at any moment, but she didn't want to be left with Thomas at any moment or any time. "Now, now, boys..." she smiled, looking towards the James Brothers, she didn't look anyone in the eyes in case anyone might have Thomas' powers or anything relatively close to it, but she still kept a close watch on thier movements, Aurora already pulled out and held firmly in her grip. "Who's first?" she asked, okay, some people thought her dialogue was a bit over-dramatic but hey, she was Eithne and she had a lot of time to think in her life... sometimes a bit more time for thinking than others- but we all love Eithne, so we can forgive her. "Damon, another thing... we don't know what these guys have up thier sleeves, so we need to be careful." she lowered into focus, the world around her seemed to slow down as her thoughts sped up in a vicious wind of fast-paced synapses being fired and shot in reaction and her muscles all grew tense yet limber, her eyes narrowed angrily. She really didn't want to put up with this shit and well wouldn't you know- she had to put up with this shit.
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Post by Creator on Mar 25, 2008 16:56:23 GMT -5
Damon grinned as soon as he saw Thomas, a grin that slowly faded as the three brothers appeared. "Please tell me you're fighting too," he said to Thomas. "I don't want to have to fight Eithne over who gets to face two. Two-on-two will make it even." He glanced over the brothers with scrutinizing eyes, then turned to Eithne. "If it's just gonna be the three, I call the one with the big mace and the one with red hair. Speaking from experience, 90% of people with red hair have some flame-related abilities." Strands of electricity wound around him wildly as he assumed a very sloppy and poorly-executed stance, something similar to what a rookie would do on his first day of training. He stared straight ahead as he responded to Eithne's thoughts, giving proof that Berstunic was still somewhere in the area to transmit Damon's thoughts. "Of course. But you don't have to worry about us losing, and he won't get anywhere near you as far as I'm concerned. Sounds like you're warming up to the idea of a bodyguard. Or at least an escape artist." The nameless boy stepped forward, summoning a sword of energy. "Damon, you're forgetting about me. Or are you simply selfish?" He stepped in front of Damon and Eithne and glared around at those in their way, bringing his blade back into position so he could strike at a moment's notice. His eyes fell on Jacob and he nodded, as if choosing him.
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