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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 6, 2008 19:49:47 GMT -5
"Heh, well atleast you're getting around well enough... I've been missing you lately... seems like ages since I got to talk to you, I guess everyone's been to busy staying alive these days." the stranger tilted his head to the side slightly with a smile, his eyes almost laughing with the shimmer in thier depths that cast expression pleasantly. Whoever this stranger was... for a guy, he sure as hell had a somewhat feminine feeling about every gesture he made, must've been gay or something... but it wasn't something too terribly noticeable, but if you were really paying attention, you'd notice it.
Eithne ignored the presumed gay guy that was talking to the future Damon, "Damon... I think you end up being gay..." she sent to the Damon from her time, a bit scared in her tone- completely honest there. She then looked towards the Cowl in the jar thing and felt a strange detachment, this was what was going to happen, she could deal with it... she knew who was actually going to be there though, despite the fact that she herself gets royally screwed over and killed or whatever. She shook her head, "So..." she paused, "Issac... and Thomas have the halves of Cowl's soul, right?" she asked, hoping to clarify the information."
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Post by Creator on May 7, 2008 20:22:51 GMT -5
Life #4 Posts Rested - 33 "Yeah, working on a few new tricks here and there. I've learned to tune out stuff from my past. No offense, of course. I just can't be missing everyone terribly all the time, it interferes with work." He didn't seem to care about the man's hinted femininity, though he had his own reasons for not being concerned. Meanwhile, Damon turned to Eithne, somewhat insulted. "You still haven't figured it out? I'm surprised. But then, I suppose you just can't see it." His pupil faded to red and back as he held out his hands, a notebook materializing from the air. He flipped through the pages slowly, scanning the chicken-scratch handwriting.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on May 8, 2008 7:54:34 GMT -5
Eldier, continuing to be oblivious to all the mind talking going on, gazed up at Cowl. He could only wish it would be so simple. "You are correct but it is not so simple." He told her. Eldier turned back to look at her and continued. "Thomas has been gone for quite a while ago. And our resorces haven't been able to spot Issac for about three years. If we do manage to get them, there is still the manner of killing them." Eldier had enough things to worry about not including Cowl. "There is so much about Cowl we do not know. The only record we have is his time at TMA. According to our records he never attended a single class." For someone they were trying to save, Eldier felt it funny that they new almost next to none about him. "Perhaps if we had some more information we might be able to find out just why this "Cowl" is so special."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 9, 2008 6:47:11 GMT -5
"Can't see what? Damon- what aren't you telling me?" Eithne inquired telepathically to her companion, obviously not too pleased with the fact that it seemed everyone- save for the old guy- knew except for her. She narrowed her eyes with her displeasing anxieties and she looked towards the presumed gay man, still keeping her thoughts open to the telepathic link and her mind focused on Eldier's speech. "They want Cowl because of his bloodline... it awakens thier powers or some jawn like that- they get his blood they get stronger. Though I think they've already gotten his blood, would I presume right?" she asked.
"Damon... don't tell her- this is just too amusing." the telepathic voice melodious it's feminine with laughter as it entered the younger Damon's mind, a slight unpleasantness with how the thought had entered Damon's brain with force intended normally for more defended minds. He must have miscalculated or had the wrong idea from memory in his head of the strength of Damon's mental barriers... or he could have not accounted for the whole- his past self has a link with him currently so it wouldn't be suprising if he didn't even have to open a new link... that was always a possibility. However, the stranger just smiled as he surveyed the entire situation, finding it amusing in some way that close to nobody was likely to see.
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Post by Kerrain on May 13, 2008 19:34:57 GMT -5
A cool wind passed by, the landscape shifting ever so slightly, the air freezing for only a moment. A shape appeared, like the rising sun. The shape was the shape of a man, a figure, gaunt and giant. Life seemed to drain from the environment, the sediment shifting under this man's draconic boots, almost as if an earthquake was happening in one focused, centralled point. A darkened silver sheened from the cloak as it was caught by the rumbling air vacilitating back and forth in the man's stead. White hair flowed freely, its wild growth a magnificent show, as if snow were waving in the air. Eyes, piercing and pupiless, looked through the foliage and forestry as if it were not even there. A smile birthed upon his dark-skinned face as he pulled upon his swords. The ringing of metal reverberated through the air as a pitch black blade sucked the light from the area, followed by a blinding white blade that seemed to bring the light back.
Draciel. Form from your tinders, and bring me my repressed power.
And with the slamming of the blades together, the metal screamed with agony and torment. The swords seemed to revolve around each other and metl together until a behemoth of a scimitar was formed, three gold rings on the back of the blade. One for life, one for death, and one for soul. The Drow brought the blade to his chest and whispered a few incantations, the area around his body warping and ripping into whisps of nothingness, the land converging upon his body, until the air went silent.
There, where the Drow had stood, was an average-sized humanistic boy. A regular complexion of white with a splash of brown hair, followed by the gaze of hazel eyes. The boy even had a regular build, skinny, and not even the least bit muscular. Some would say he would have been the runt of the bunch. There was not a signature left of the Drowish being that once was there.
The skinny boy turned and ran toward the tent of Eldier, whom he had decided to spy on. Well, more likely, to spy on his visitors.
"Eldier! Eldier!" The boy yelled as he approached the tent, stopping to catch his breath. The Drow had made sure to clone himself into a copy of a boy he had murdered a while ago. There was no use in an anonymous boy appearing.
"Some creatures were attacking me and I ran back home! I was scared... Eldier, who are these people?" The boy inquired, looking to the strangers. He had chosen to ignore the boy in the vat for now.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 13, 2008 19:56:41 GMT -5
There was a snickering in the shadows as a spindly being moved about it's business, it was nothing but flesh pulled over bone, so far from an ideal health that hair had ceased to grow atop it's head and it's rattish bald ears twitched slightly as it continued about whatever it was doing, moving away from the group as it's dull gray eyes looked about in a twitchy, nervous manner.
THe man looked towards the boy with only the slightest interest, his eyes showed no sign of what was going on through the being's head, "Illusions... or something near the sort." was all he said to the boy, no revealing of whatever it had meant, he figured that the person would figure that out on thier own. A slight smile creased over his face, it was so lovely how things seemed to unfold in the manner they were remembered.
Eithne frowned, obviously displeased that nobody was telling her who the hell the mystery man with the blue eyes was, and now there was this child here. Too many people were showing up, if there was a large crowd the chances were that there was someone untrustworthy umong them, there was the snivveling being that hid in the shadows, Eldier, the strange man, the future Damon, and now the small child. In herhead Eithne was getting sick of all the people, her fangs extending slightly from the tension.
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Post by Creator on May 14, 2008 16:09:17 GMT -5
Life #4 Posts Rested - 34 "Calm down."Damon could be seen staring sideways at Eithne, not angrily, but rather sternly. "Now's not the time or the place. There are more serious matters at hand here." His pupils faded red as he turned toward the entrance a moment before the boy entered, watching as he ran in. He stared curiously, and soon the future Damon did the same, as if by some signal of Damon's. He nodded slightly, making eye contact with his younger self, and the two had a quick conversation. Then the young Damon's eyes faded back to normal, while the older one kept watching carefully. "Keep an eye on the kid. He's not a normal kid," he thought to Eithne, though he went into no greater detail. The larger Berstunic was still waiting at the entrance, having made no effort to stop the boy, but instead alerted the Damons of his arrival. But Damon seemed to be growing bored. "Just tell us who to kill and how to find them, I hate to wait! It's time for something to happen, I don't care what. You're wasting our time."The older Damon snickered softly at his own outburst, though he too was beginning to lose patience, and he hadn't been here as long as they had. He, however, turned to the boy. "What is your name?"
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Post by Man of Many Murders on May 14, 2008 16:20:47 GMT -5
Eldier listened to Eithne's words. "If that is true, then yes they would have his blood by now... So then that raises the question just to what they are after.... It has to be something more then just blood. What is so important about Cowl that would make them want to kidnap him. After all I am almost positive it was he who released them. What would the use of kidnapping him be?" Eldier turned his head as he heard rushed footsteps. Turning his body he turned to to the boy. "It's all right Nick. These are some friends of mine. They're here looking for information on Cowl." He said not at all afraid of Nick. Nick was one of the children whom the camp looked over. They were mostly orphans and raised by the camp. Eldier spoke to Nick again. "Nick why don't you run and fetch them a drink. I'm sure they would like one." He said generously to Nick.
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Post by Kerrain on May 14, 2008 16:43:53 GMT -5
"Yes, Eldier. It would be my pleasure." The copy of Nick replied, ignoring the strange man's question of who he was.
I'm your demise. Have a good day. Darius thought to himself, his mind shielded by barriers upon barriers. He had used the soul fo Nick to create an artificial consciousness, if anyone tried to enter his mind. Deception was an easy task when you know how to do it.
Nick was only gone for a matter of minutes until he returned, a tarnished silver platter containing a set-up of goblets filled with water, and some fill with ale. The boy held the platter weakedly, Darius not wanting to put off an idea that a small and scrawny boy could hold the heavy platter. Nick continued to struggle while lifitng the platter until Darius reached out silently with his mind and took control of another child, telling the girl to bring a stool. Nick's appearance didn't skip at all as Darius did this, then sat the platter on the stool. Nick bowed to the company.
"Here are the drinks, men and woman." He said, his voice light and whispy as if recovering from a bountiful load. "Is there anything else, Eldier? Can I stay and listen, please? I love hearing about Cowl."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 14, 2008 17:31:51 GMT -5
The skeletal creature that clung to the shadows began making an effort to leave, it's dull eyes warily watching the group to make sure it wouldn't be followed- or worse yet, caught. It's four twitchy rat-like tails flisking behind it, every once in a while hitting something which was likely a common occurance considering the blisters and scars that covered the tails. It seemed completely androgynous as far as skeletal figures went, it's skin pale and unhealthy and it's movements devoid of skill or a sense of order to them.
"Eldier... I'm sure that you would be more comfortable with the smallest group possible while you gave out delicate information... even if it's someone who seems so innocent as a child- you should know that these are shaky times." The man with the bright blue eyes looked towards the Nick copy, a sense of utter knowing in his gaze, a frightening thing actually. There was a smirk on his face, "You're a sneaky one, aren't you?" the telepathic message was sent to the copy of Nick, obviously whoever this strange intruder was... he was pretty powerful, himself from how he appeared to be acting at the current moment and his unsuprised demeanor.
"Damon... shut the hell up then, okay?" a raised hostility in her frustration. She made no movement for the drinks, she was a vampire- ale and water weren't things she needed for nourishment. She simply looked about the group silently, her own thoughts surging as she was tempted with the thought of trying to listen in on the thoughts of the others but of course she normally only did that with permission... which was a rather odd paradox in itself.
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Post by Creator on May 21, 2008 12:05:58 GMT -5
Life #4 Posts Rested - 35 Neither Damon made any move to take a drink; they weren't too trusting as it was, and they have various reasons to suspect the boy. The younger one glared at Eithne, sinking deeper and deeper into a foul mood. "Screw you." he thought, before blocking off his mind from a response. "As much as I'm charmed by this boy's obvious innocence, we need to keep it restricted to the people who're going to actually be acting on this information in the immediate future. Children's minds aren't very well protected, and even hearing information he's already heard before could stir it up and make it ripe for the ripping. I'm sure you understand." The older Damon wore a completely blank expression, though it was more out of habit than out of a special desire to hide anything. The smaller Berstunic crawled off Damon's shoulder and glided down to the ground, slithering toward the shadows that held the creature. He was merely curious, not intending to attack the thing. The large Berstunic made his way over as well, having a constant mental link with his younger counterpart. The larger one was between the creature and the exit, and the smaller was inspecting it thoroughly, trying to get a grasp on what exactly it was. The two of them could become one with the shadows, and could see very well what was contained in the shadows themselves.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on May 22, 2008 11:50:49 GMT -5
After Nick had given out the drinks Eldier turned to him and excused him. He had some aspects he needed to talk to these people about. He didn't want to worry the children. After Nick was out of hearing distance, Eldier listened to Eithne's and Damon's warning. He could not figure what they meant. He understood that somethings needed to be said between adults, but the way they spoke made it sound as if the child was evil. He spoke to them. "I understand your concerns but I do not believe there is anything wrong with that child or any of the child here. I wouldn't expect you to know though since you do not belong to our small band." Eldier said. He strolled over to Cowl in a bottle. "I have many things that require my attention so I ask that if you have any questions please ask them. If not then I think it is time that you leave."
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Post by Kerrain on May 22, 2008 13:43:40 GMT -5
The copied Nick's eyes grew big with surprise as his mind was invaded, and looked with an alarmed gaze to the perpetrator. The Drow had made it so the copied consciousness floated directly above his, and masked his own mind. Whatever the perpetrator had said, the Drow did not know of it, because it didn't affect him in any way whatsoever.
"Yes, sir, Eldier." The boy said as he stalked away. Though, the Drow did not follow with his body. The clone stumbled away, the infiltrator lay buried in the clothes of Eldier. With elite precision, timing, and transmogrification; the Drow had made himself into a flea. Without any energy spikes or signals to alert the band he was spying on, nor any noticeable workings of magic. The Drow had isolated his position and opened a portal to the Nexus all around his body, masking his magic. They couldn't sense a life force anyway. He didn't have one.
"And now I spy upon them. The boy was a simple decoy." The Drow thought to himself, his mind covered by a layer of the Nexus. His working were extremely powerful, and fortunately, with that great power he had learned to hide it. No one could possibly sense him here, because no one had the exact same powers as this Drow.
"This will be curious. The smoky ones are actually entertaining, and the vampire is a dramatic dilettante. They had best cover their thoughts as well. I may have a mind to give this 'Eldier' here the power to hear them"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 29, 2008 20:53:47 GMT -5
The odd, nameless man who seemed to just stand umongst the group whether or not he was recognized simply suppressed a laugh as he looked to the ground for a second, his mind deftly working through many different thoughts in thier own order, calculating, plotting, and planning. Sure this whole conversation was good and all... but he knew there was something to take care of before it got away... it already was unstable and he was pretty damn sure that nothing good would come from something so vitally important.
Eithne looked towards Eldier, "I have to step outside for a few moments, if you'd please excuse me- I'll be back in just a few brief moments." her tone polite and quite despite the agitation she held inside. Before she left she paused and planted a soft kiss on Damon's cheek, "I hope to speak with you sometime later." she whispered to him, only the surface of her agitation revealed in the tone she used now with Damon. And so she made her way towards the exit, not paying much attention to anyone if they tried to hinder her leaving, she'd only be gone for a few seconds to get a taste of fresh air in her system.
The nameless man took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a slight moment as Eithne started to leave, seemingly a bit annoyed and very much displeased with the actions of the vampiress. This wasn't the time for someone to go off and delay progress with whatever it was that was to happen right now.
The odd creature that clung to the shadows hissed at the Berstunics, hints of change in it's voice which must have been at some time language- come to think of it... it could be imagined that the thing might have been some kind of humanoid in appearance before it became so emaciated. It nimbly pawed at the smaller Berstunic, trying to knock it away and it kept it's two dull eyes locked on the larger one, the determination of a cornered beast locked in it's eyes. The thing hissed as it bared it's teeth, a scratchy growl resonating that wasn't likely to be ignored by the others.
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Post by Creator on May 30, 2008 1:05:40 GMT -5
Life #4 Posts Rested - 36 The Drow's plan was foolproof, except for one large, gaping hole. One minute, they could feel his presence, the next he seemed to be gone, and the boy walked away. Normally, beings didn't just stop existing, so it didn't take long for the Damons to reach a conclusion together about what had happened. The younger Damon didn't move as Eithne began to walk outside, but couldn't hide his surprise when she kissed his cheek. The lapse in his mask was quickly regained, however, as she exited the tent. It took a moment of silence, but soon Damon turned and walked out after her, his older counterpart's eyes daring anyone to follow them. Berstunic faded into black as the creature pawed at him, merging with the shadows for split seconds at a time. He seemed to be enjoying himself, but the older Berstunic didn't lose his serious vibe so easily. Of course, since the Berstunics knew of the creature, the Damons probably did too. Future Damon did decide to shift his attention to the creature for now, and stepped forward. With an outstretched palm, he formed an illuminating orb of purple and white plasma that all but destroyed the shadowy hiding place. "Okay old man, I have a question. What the hell is that?""Eithne. What's going on?" Damon said with a sigh, following her outside. "If it's because I snapped at you, I'm sorry. I have a lot of things on my mind, and my temper's worse when nobody knows what's going on."
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