[red].Raven
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 6, 2008 18:00:00 GMT -5
A lean figure clad in black walked silently and smoothly through the Astral Realm. He passed by the lava pits without so much as glancing at them, walking right along their edges without worry or care. The man walked with an odd sense of power about him, like an arrogant king would walk among peasants. Nearing the edge of the levitating stone, he paused just as it seemed as though he would walk off into oblivion. 'This is quite irritating' A hard glare, seemingly built into the man's utterly white gaze, fixated onto the swirling abyss before him. 'This is a waste of my time' Dimor was losing more and more of his patience with each new territory he explored that did not quench his insatiable thirst for power. He could feel it; there was a ring somewhere within Twilight Moon. A true ring. But, whenever he feels he draws nearer to it, he is disappointed with yet another fruitless harvest. ((Yeah, I just needed to roleplay Dimmy *shadows swirl angrily* o.o Dimor! I meant to say Dimo- *disappears into shadows*))
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Post by Creator on Feb 6, 2008 18:08:02 GMT -5
((xD And I need to use Hawk for... like... the second time. o.o))
"Well now, who's this?" A boy's voice sounded from nearby, and a cloaked figure approached Dimor. He had a bit of sway in his step as he walked, staying a few feet away from the edge. "An unfamiliar face? Well then," the figure said, pulling his hood down, "my name's Hawk." He smiled faintly, piercing red eyes staring at the mouthless stranger. "And yours would be?"
Hawk was finally becoming more confident in himself, both in magic and social skills. It had been hard for an ex-bully to swallow his pride, but in a place like this he knew it would be dangerous to make too many enemies. He had learned that quickly. But this boy didn't look at all happy. 'Maybe this was a mistake...'
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 6, 2008 18:14:34 GMT -5
"You're not going to find any ring here... try looking on people's fingers, of course. You might find more than you thought you would, though." The voice was calm and serene. A young woman clad in a long black jacket seemed to have pulled from the shadows to stand next to Dimor. Her hair was elegantly curled as it cascaded over her shoulders, the jacket rose to cover the lower half of her face, but it was quite apparent that she was in fact- smiling. Admittedly it wasn't a kind smile, it was more of some kind of malevolence that fueled the expression but it didn't seem too odd for her. It seemed somehow suiting as she studied Dimor with her cold silver gaze. She was a vampire, though- that was for certain. "Perhaps you might find the child with the whip as well." She suggested in afterthought, though whatever whip she was reffering to was unknown. And it was just the slightest bit creepy that this stranger knew what was going on so immediately, telepathy seemed to be the only reasonable excuse for it. The funny thing through this was how she seemed to be purely ignoring Hawk, as if he was something inferior or unimportant at the moment, or perhaps there was some sort of buisness to the vampiress' visit.
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[red].Raven
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 7, 2008 0:43:20 GMT -5
With the appearance of Hawk, Dimor merely turned his head to look over his shoulder, looking at the Mage from the corner of his eye. At first, it was as though he had no intention of responding, but, eventually, a voice answered. It was dark and eerie, an odd, chilling undertone ringing within it. In all honestly, he looked completely irritated at Hawk's mere presence, let alone the fact that he spoke. "I didn't ask for your name, nor can you expect to learn mine." It really was odd, coming from a place where everyone knew who you were and feared you to some degree, to a place where you had to... introduce yourself. Oh well, people would know him in time; not that he particularly cared. With the arrival of the vampiress, Dimor turned completely, heels just barely grazing the outermost edge of the stone platform. The Elementalist gave her a hard, chilling, scrutinizing look- any look with Dimor is, by default, a glare- and then decided to speak again after another pause. "And what might you know of what I'm after?"
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Post by Creator on Feb 7, 2008 7:39:01 GMT -5
((Eh, I'm just gonna get in the way here.)) Hawk shrugged and walked away.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 8, 2008 16:23:55 GMT -5
"Whatever you've been thinking for the past few minutes... admittedly a lot of my information as of now are simple inferences, but I'd be willing to bet that I'm spot on." the words planted themselves like seeds in Dimor's mind, a snide edge to them, as if the vampiress enjoyed playing with this person, and she really did, in all actuality. Her sharp silver eyes like daggers as they dug through Dimor, she nodded to him, "My name is Eithne Byrn." she spoke coldly, her expression perfectly calm. She didn't seem to care much about who Dimor was, or perhaps she already knew... considering the fact she could hear Dimor's thoughts.... she probably did. Damn that vampiress.
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[red].Raven
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 9, 2008 17:56:18 GMT -5
Dimor didn't even seem to notice that Hawk had left the scene. That, or he really just didn't care. The Drow held Eithne's gaze evenly, a chilling air hanging about him; though the vampiress probably wouldn't even bother to take note of it. 'Another mind reader' he thought blankly. In all honesty, Dimor could care less if everyone could hear what he was thinking. Just like with his 'Master Teacher'- what was her name?- Lee, Dimor kept thinking whatever he wanted, not caring how rude or insulting or all-out evil it all sounded. The shadows are the Elementalist's feet, always darker than what they should be, began to shiver and writhe with small, barely detectable movements. His shadow distorted slightly, thin tendons slithering about and reaching out for Eithne's own shadow. This, actually, was not an attack; Dimor never even did it on purpose. His shadow had gained a 'life of its own' over the years. "You're different, girl." he stated somewhat dangerously. People who were 'different'- like that Damon child- always seemed to catch Dimor's 'interest', if this intrigue could even be described as such.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 9, 2008 18:19:30 GMT -5
"You're different as well, boy." she responded, mimicking the feel of Dimor's voice in the air, the same edge in her voice and she placed a thin hand on her hip, "Though I'd be suprised if you weren't different." She commented, the silver in her eyes seemed to move slightly in a whirlpool, an alluring effect thanks to it. She didn't seem to mind the moving shadow of Dimor, though it did remind her of some story she'd heard before, Peter Pan, actually. It was an amusing concept, Dimor running about chasing his shadow. She knew it probably never happened and never would, but the absurdity of the thought made it amusing as it played in her mind. Her expression never betrayed her thoughts and her mind was constantly guarded by her well practiced guardwalls, keeping all violators out and keeping her thoughts private. She didn't like eavesdroppers. So over the course of her three hundred year lifespan she had built up an nigh impenetrable wall around her mind, even if someone was listening to her mind, she'd be able to sense them.
Eithne liked her privacy.
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[red].Raven
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 9, 2008 19:42:18 GMT -5
Dimor's fingers twitched slightly at his sides. What had she just called him? Boy? Eithne may now find it difficult to keep her name away from the Drow's blacklist. His glaring expression and eerie tone were unwavering and gave nothing away. The shadow had become even more restless, the dark tendrils slithering into Eithne's shadow until she had been 'consumed'. Hey, that's what happens when you're with Dimor; shadows get taken over and preyed upon. But, of course, the fact that Eithne's shadow had become ensnared with Dimor's would really have no affect on her at all. Unless she got creeped out and ran away, however unlikely that was; Dimor had watched it plenty of times, though many of those who were running never got very far. "Tell me what you are." This was not a question; it was Dimor speak for 'I-might-hurt-you-if-you-don't-tell-me-everything-I-want-to-know'. Yeah, he did that sometimes.
Dimor liked power.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 9, 2008 19:59:30 GMT -5
Eithne didn't seem to mind the shadows, a smirk made it's way to her expression, "No more than a simple vampire." She said calmly, obviously she wasn't quite a 'simple' vampire, though. She carried powers within her that complicated her existance. She heald light inside her, but even moreso, she carried darkness. This was mainly why she wasn't intimidated by Dimor, (lawl, Dimmer! *cough*) she could avert the shadows with a simple action, but she could also welcome the darkness. She knew also what dwelled in her light and her darkness, which was a thing that would frighten most people. The aspect of her magic was derived from the events of long ago, but such trivial things aren't going to be explained here.
Eithne's silver eyes looked over Dimor in a quick assessment of him, "Now, then... I'd like to hear you say what you are- memories and thoughts do get ever so boring." She said, her tone displaying that despite all the effort Dimor seemed to make in order to be threatening, challenging, Eithne didn't seem to mind it much. She was rather at ease here, as if Dimor was no more than the child that Eithne treated him like. She wasn't very respectful to him, but Dimor wasn't exactly treating her well, either. She seemed to have a sense about her that said, 'You-might-try-to-hurt-me-if-I-don't-tell-you-everything-that-you-want-to-know-but-you-know-that-I'll-whoop-your-half-drow-skinny-ass-so-you-might-as-well-not-bother-with-it-you-boring-son-of-a-bitch.' Eithne's expressions and reactions seemed to deserve complicated, drawn out names, not in a try to outdue the description of Dimor's tone in any way, of course. Because that would be fairly rediculous.
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[red].Raven
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 10, 2008 16:55:46 GMT -5
No more than a simple vampire, eh? That didn't sound deceiving. For a brief moment, Dimor was silent, as though wondering whether or not to answer Eithne; would it be a waste of time or benefit him, and, if the latter, to what extent? As was the question that always, always ran through his mind. At last, he made his decision. "I'm a Drow Shadow Elementalist." he stated disinterestedly. As if on cue, Dimor's shadow, aside from entangling Eithne's, began to weave out in all different directions as though hunting for other shadows to prey upon. "What is your business here." Notice how there is no question mark at the end of that string of words. Eithne obviously already knew why Dimor was there, but why would she be there to begin with? The Astral Realms didn't come off as the best social hangout place for students.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 10, 2008 17:11:38 GMT -5
"Normally it's quite deserted, and I appreciate the serenity." she nodded, a glimmer of light forming at her feet and driving out Dimor's shadow, driving out all shadows around her feet, a simple mysterious light that seemed to have found Eithne as it's source. That wasn't the oddest thing, though- it was that the light she created was sunlight. If Eithne was just a normal vampire, she would be dead from the light she created. It seemed impossible that a vampire would be able to create sunlight like that. She was a living contradiction and she had grown bored of Dimor's shadow invading her own, besides, she wished to see if the living shadow could possibly grow angry, or perhaps be hurt by light. It was an interesting enough expiriment.
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 10, 2008 17:43:14 GMT -5
A couple very odd things happened when the light spread around Eithne. One thing was that Dimor's seemingly 'living' shadow did in fact recoil and writhe somewhat agitatedly back around Dimor. The second thing was almost undetectable; a small piece of stone crumbled off and over the edge of the levitating platform just near the Drow's feet as if his weight had shifted onto his heels unexpectedly. As if he had leaned away from the light. But no thoughts accompanied this movement, and no expression gave his feelings away. Unnatural light; what a vile thing. Dimor's left ring finger twitched an a small half-circle of black fire snaked in front of Dimor, mere inches high, almost like a shield. But, as quickly as it had formed, it had extinguished, the Shadow Elementalist acting as though nothing had ever happened. His shadow had appeared to return into how it was suppose to be when the fire had entered the scene, and now stayed in this proper form without those erratic movements. "What light is that." But, of course, like all things with an attitude, that didn't last long.
The shadow darkened and subtly reshaped itself into a more demonic figure of Dimor. Long, thin tendrils snaked and weaved all around it, snapping toward Eithne and recoiling haphazardly. Now, this shadow would not be able to have any affect on Eithne; unless Dimor gave it such life.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 10, 2008 17:56:28 GMT -5
Eithne didn't seem to mind the snapping shadow, "Perfect sunlight." Eithne stated serenely, holding a hand up and a glowing orb of sunlight shone on her fingertips, "I have darkness as well, her other hand heald up and an orb of darkness rested in her palm. The slightest thing could be noticed, the hand next to the light seemed more dead and bony than normal, while the one clutching the darkness seemed more like the flesh of a living being, rather than a vampire. Life was in her darkness, and death was in her light. It was contradictory to the norm, then again, she was a vampiress who controlled light, after all. Her silver eyes glimmered, "Why do you lean away from my light?" she asked, she knew this person was a part-drow and his reaction to the light, so she asked out of her own pure amusement, "Trying to hide behind expressions is useless. You forget I'm inside your thoughts, I can feel your fears, strengths and emotions... or whatever you wish to call them."
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[red].Raven
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 10, 2008 18:41:11 GMT -5
Something behind Dimor's expression hardened with a higher degree of chilling ferocity. His voice sounded harsher, as well. "I do not hide. I am not familiar with fear. I do not waste my time with emotions." Eithne had to be set straight before she was snapped in half. What kind of person did she think Dimor was? Some weak, cowardly being who thought love would solve everything and happiness was a necessity to a full life? Dimor might kill a person like that just for being the way they are. The shadow, apparently quite dissatisfied with how things were working out, simmered down and resorted to 'sulking' angrily around Dimor.
For a moment, it seemed as though the Drow was going to ignore the light question entirely, but he waited only a brief time before answering. "I am a Shadow Elementalist; light is not an ally of mine." That didn't mean light was a weakness; after all, it created more shadows. But light was an arrogant thing that thought it was the solution to all of the world's problems.
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