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Post by Sprow on Nov 12, 2012 2:05:16 GMT -5
Damien Quentin gaze down in silence at the world before him. His father, Ivan Quentin, stood off to the side with his hands clasped behind his back. Not a word between them had been said as each surveyed the bustling crowd below. Ever since the war, the worlds had increased in population to almost unbearable. As a result, people were more aggressive toward each other, less helpful and very wary of others. It was to be expected since everyone was vying for their existence in the worlds with what little room they all had. Sadly, in order for that to be done, one has to destroy these remaining five worlds so as to start anew. The deity that was to do this had claimed it was the only way. Damien wouldn't really know that his father and the other three heads were in direct contact with the deity. He was never really let in on the reasons as to why they were doing what they were doing. All he knew was that in order to save the worlds, they had to be all destroyed.
Standing here with his father, Damien wondered for a short moment if his father had taken him here for them to enjoy a moment of solitude between them. However, that thought was soon dashed when Ivan spoke. "Look below us, Damien. They are all suffering right before our very eyes." Damien shifted his gaze back onto the people bustling about below them. No one would notice them high above here on the clock tower unless they really looked up and were specifically looking.
"It is our job to end that suffering..." Ivan trailed off. Damien could now understand the reason as to why his father had him accompany him here. Ivan was going to inform him on what task he was to do here in this world. His father was always briefing him on assignments. Damien should've known better than to think that his father would do anything else aside from work. Even now, Ivan still never referred to him as son and simply chose to call him by his name only. Ivan didn't know this or might've seemed to act like he didn't know this but it frustrated Damien that his father could never seem to associate with him. Still, he would do what he must. Whenever he was successful with a mission, he was praised and those were the only times his father seemed like a father then to Damien. Yet, to those who've ever had a caring father would know that even Ivan's appraisal of his son, if they were to see their interaction then, wouldn't see it as a normal father and son moment.
"You are to go into town and find out where that old mansion can be located. We need an object of power from it that will help us get one step closer to taking out this world since we are not keyblade wielders." Damien looked at the turned back of his father. He tended to never face his son whenever he briefed him on a mission and never once wished him any luck. Used to this treatment though, Damien considered this normal.
"Yes, father. I'll get right on it. What does this object of power look like?" Damien questioned him. Ivan still not once looked over at him. Always, he had his head covered with a hood. Always Ivan was adorned in that white cloak and hood with the blue splotch on the center of his back. Damien wore a similar symbol on his left arm's shoulder guard.
"This object is said to be a book. Anything drawn in this very book is said to come to be in the living world. It holds the key to finding our way to this world's keyhole. Once we are able to unlock the door to this world's heart, we can lure the darkness in and start cleansing this world to prepare it for destruction."
Damien listened intently to all of that. Once his father was finished, out of habit, Damien had bowed to his father's turned back. "Thank you, father. I won't let you down." With that, Damien turned and headed for the door that would lead to the stairs that would take him to the ground. As he went, Damien not once heard his father respond to his words nor wish him any luck.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2012 14:00:08 GMT -5
"I do not like this your royal highness! I do not like this one bit." That would be Max, or as Prince Orion was beginning to beginning to be accustom to, the royal watchdog. Max was a sharp fellow, in his mid-thirties with rich short cut black hair, hazel eyes, and a curved nose. He stood just a head taller then Orion, and fashioned a thick black mustache. Both he and Orion were dressed in casual poor man's clothing, tattered tan pants, a sleeveless shirt, and a traveler's cloak wrapped around their shoulders. In the very populated Twilight Town, they should not gather any unnecessary attention.
Prince Orion turned his blue eyes on Max and once again explained just what they were doing here. "Look Max. As I explained before we came here, the source said that if we wanted to get into the Order we need to go to this Pub." Orion pointed to the scrap paper in his hand where the name of the pub had been written down.
Currently they walked down the busy streets away from the Town Square. They were headed towards the back ally areas where they could find the pub. The women Prince Orion had talked too had said to ask for a man named Raymond. He was looking for new recruits here in Twilight Town.
"But sir... Why don't we just speak to the Senator? Your mother says that they have already created a task force to weed out the order. Would it not be safer to just join them?"
The royal watchdog had a very annoying owner, Prince Orion's mother. It was because of her that Prince Orion was stuck with Max. This was the third time they were having the conversation about turning back and going to the Senator. He was the leader of this world, a kinder man then Orion's father and the somewhat "king" of this world. Ever since his father had tasked him with hunting down the order on his own, Orion's mother had put Max on permanent "watch".
Shaking his head, Prince Orion's response came out harder then he had wished. But come on! How was he supposed to prove anything to his father with the royal watchdog questioning his every move? "Look Max. If you're so set on going to the Senator, why don't you just go ahead? Sometimes to get to the root of things you have to put yourself in danger."
The last sentence was something that Julian would have told him. Prince Julian was younger then Prince Orion by two years, making him nineteen, but often he acted the older brother. Julian was his pretty much only and best friend. It had been a hard thing to watch Julian leave two years ago. He had decided he was going to go study at the dojo in the Land of Dragons. Prince Orion hadn't seen him since, but he knew his brother was well. He received occasional letters from him.
Max didn't at all seem to like the idea of leaving Prince Orion to his own devices. Besides Prince Orion knew that his mother would kill Max if she learned he had left him on his own in a different world. "No, that's alright sir." That finally shut him up, and Prince Orion was able to make the rest of the trip in silence.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 12, 2012 16:38:07 GMT -5
Damien would have portalled onto the streets but such a thing would only draw attention. People, where portalling was common, drew attention. People would know that he had come from somewhere and Damien didn't need attention of that kind. It was best to just walk into a crowd and blend right in. As he finally reached the end of the stairway, he looked out at the people congregating here. They were either just boarding a train or getting off. It was necessary to travel to different areas of the town. Damien figured in the center of town, he could figure things out.
Heading outside the clock tower and train station, he headed out into the bustling streets. No one gave him a second look. No one recognized the symbol on his shoulder guard as he went. Damien wasn't surprised since they really hadn't been making much of a name for themselves. They chose to work behind the scenes and only now were just gradually accumulating more to their number. Damien's father hadn't liked the idea and was adamant about telling Damien to not associate with any recruits. Ivan claimed that they couldn't be trusted until they proved themselves. Which, in Damien's eyes, were understandable. Still, he had to go into town and ask around about an old mansion. People here knew the parts of the world better so it was only smart to ask one of them.
As he went, Damien paid no one any mind. His mind was focused on obtaining that book like his father wanted him to. He hadn't time for anything else but his mission. That was why he didn't even pass a glance at a cluster of women about his age walking past. No one would be able to obtain that book unless he did. Damien was on a mission and he wasn't often distracted. However, there was always a first for everything.
Today, Damien hoped it was going to be the kind of mission with as few bumps as possible. He wasn't sure where to find this old mansion but he hoped he wouldn't have much trouble along the way. People were suffering and the only way they could be saved was to rely on something like this. What else did they all have anyway? All of the keyblade heroes were long since dead. Damien had known his great grandfather was a keyblade master. Considering it was two hundred years after his time, the guy was definitely pushing up daisies somewhere. Even then, that was all Damien really knew about his family heritage. He knew nothing else about his other relatives. His father never bothered to tell him. Why his father would keep their family under wraps, Damien wasn't sure. There was no reason to hide them but oh well.
As he pulled himself out of his slight mental pondering, he found he had come to the square where one of their recruiters was said to be stationed. It was something with an "R", Damien never really bothered to remember the guy's name. If he had, Ivan would only get angry with him. It would be breaking his "don't associate with recruits" rule. Still, Damien couldn't help but give pause. Maybe someone around here would know something about an old mansion? With that, Damien walked over to an older looking man that seemed to be in his fifties.
"Excuse me sir, could you tell me where I can find an old mansion?" he inquired. The guy looked Damien up and down, his brows furrowed.
"There's no old mansions around here, lad. All of the "old" mansions have been taken care of that none of them could be considered as older than the rest." With that, he walked away, shaking his head and muttering about youths and their lack of looking into details. Damien mentally grumbled to himself as he watched him go. This was going to be more complicated than he thought.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2012 20:13:23 GMT -5
The pub's name was The Three Olives. It was located in the Tram Common, the entrance down the back alley. Coming to the foot of the alley, Prince Orion was forced to pause. He could see the overhead piece of wood that hung just above the door frame. The three olives painted on the wood signified that they had arrived. Standing in front of the open door was the type of man you did not want to mess with.
Prince Orion compared him to a bouncer, a large man used to having to take out the trash if someone was causing trouble. He stood at six feet and ten inches, and Prince Orion had to guess he weighed at least two hundred pounds. "Sir! It's not to late to turn back!" Max said in a hushed whisper.
The people they had passed by in the Tram Common all looked rugged. They were the poorer criminal type that all gave them an eye as they passed. If Orion had listened to the watchdog and had dressed in his armor or the "standard" clothes of his rank, those criminal types would surely have attacked them long before they came here. It was their somewhat dirty, rugged clothes that had saved them in Orion's opinion.
This really was not Max's strong suit. He was a coward who had never even lifted a sword. But he sworn to his mother he would not leave his side. Where as before loyalty had kept Max to Orion, now it was fear. "Just act casual Max. Follow my lead. I'm above the legal drinking age we'll get in fine."
Walking down the ally and towards the entrance to the pub, Orion watched a man fall out through the open door. They could hear loud music combined with laughter and mixed voice. The alley smelled of manure and sweat. The large man stepped up and scooped the man to his feet. It was clear that he was drunk, and from the blood dripping down his nose and the purple around his eye most likely he had just been in a fight. A normal man might have helped the man on his way. Instead the large man pushed him right back into the pub! Hollers and hoots could be heard from inside following it.
Beside him, the watchdog let out a whimper. "Oh jeez, this is not going to go well."[/i] Prince Orion thought to himself.
The man at the door didn't look at them twice as they walked up to him and passed him. It was like they didn't existence. "So far so good."[/i] The inside of the pub was pretty much what you would expect. A large bartender in a white apron serving drinks, two men playing an acoustic guitar in the corner, and criminal type men of all kinds drinking, feeling up women, and even two individuals circled by a small group throwing fists at each other.
Prince Orion, glancing over at Max, had never seen the man look so scared. He was physically shaking in his boots! Prince Orion got behind Max and pushed him along towards the bar. First things first, get a drink. The source they had talked too had told Orion to tell the bartender they wanted "Scotch on the Rocks with three olives on the side."
The bartender looked Prince Orion and Max and asked. "What can I get you and shaky?" Prince Orion was going to kill Max!
"Scotch on the Rocks with three olives on the side." To Prince Orion's credit he said it as if it didn't mean a thing. The bartender raised an eyebrow while giving Prince Orion a further deeper look. Reaching below he grabbed two glasses and poured Scotch into both of them.
"Here's the Scotch. You can get your three olives from that man over there." The man that the bartender pointed too was the one who was pretty much beating up the man they saw earlier while his friends cheered him on. Orion could hear Max's gulp.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 12, 2012 23:06:26 GMT -5
Damien gave a sigh of irritation. Every time he went and asked someone, they would give him a look as if he were nuts. Some would claim there was a mansion but didn't know anything more than that since they hadn't been natives of this world. Like it or not, it looked like he was going to have to try and find an informant in this world that could help him. The only likely help that he could find would be to request information from someone affiliated with their organization. Unfortunately, the only likely people associated here were the recruiters and recruits.
'Some day this is turning out to be!' he thought. Looking around, Damien searched for the public place the recruiter was stationed in. It was some sort of pub or local bar. It pertained to something like berries or olives or something. Scrutinizing the area with his hands on his hips, Damien paid no mind to the looks he was getting. He had come all the way to the center of town. It was near the Tram Common. He could tell he had to be in the right area since this place invited a lot of rugged people. No wonder why Ivan didn't trust recruits brought in from this general area.
Finally, after much hard searching, he found the place. It was so tiny that it wasn't noticeable at first and was in an out of the way area. Grumbling to himself, Damien headed for it. He didn't arrive at the time that Orion or Max had. If anything, he arrived at a later time so they would have encountered and said what they wanted to Raymund by the time Damien stepped into the pub. Like the previous two, the bouncer at the front of the place paid him no mind.
Stepping inside, Damien gathered his cape closer to his left shoulder guard to cover it. If the recruiters and recruits slipped anything up, Damien wanted to be a bit careful so that his symbol wasn't seen. Glancing around, he frowned a little. These people were no better than bar goers! Really, was this the kind of riff raff they were taking in lately? Damien wondered if he should do anything about this but decided against it. No need to cause waves with the others associated in the organization. Ivan always made it clear to Damien to never get into confrontation with the rest. It would only make Ivan look bad and by extension, Damien. So, he held his tongue as he searched for a familiar face. He hadn't remembered the guy's name but he certainly knew his face since he had been one of their longer standing recruiters.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2012 1:10:05 GMT -5
"We can't go over there! What if you get hurt? Your mother would kill me Prince...oomph!" Max was about to ruin his cover! Prince Orion had elbowed him in the stomach so hard that it caused him to lose his voice. Max had not at all been ready for it and was gripping his stomach with his hand while using the other to lean on the counter.
"Drink the Scotch, Max." Max looked like he was ready to punch him for a brief moment before he cleared his throat, picked up the glass and downed the scotch. Well perhaps the royal watchdog wasn't as much as a coward as Orion had thought.
Picking up his own drink, Prince Orion downed it like a shot with five gulps. Unlike the past members in his family, Prince Orion could handle his alcohol. Glancing over at the group of men it seemed that the man they were beating on was finally down and out. The recruiter that the bartender had told them about was bragging to his friends, making fun of the downed drunk man, and receiving pats on the back.
"Alright Max. Let's go." Prince Orion isn't the type for waiting around. Especially not for someone like Max who probably wanted to run right out of that door if he had the choice. Prince Orion walked over to the man as if he had every right too. The recruiter was about the same height as Orion, but was clearly an athletic type. With a buzz cut, brown eyes, and wearing ripped jeans, and a tattered white t-shirt that had the beaten man's blood on it.
The recruiter noticed Orion and Max as they stopped in front of him. "Lookie here boys! What can I do ya for chum?" The recruiter asked.
Prince Orion spoke with confidence and poise. "I was told to come to you for a side of three olives." The men around them erupted in laughter. Prince Orion did not see what was funny. He was a Prince for goodness sake, and he deserved to be respected! Prince Orion masked his anger and simply continued to wait, his face blank.
"Well then boys! Seems like we got us another recruiter. You wana be a part of the gang, you gotta prove you're strong enough! Hopefully you last longer then knock out guy over there." The recruiter indicated the knocked out bleeding man. Once again he could hear Max gulp. Prince Orion wasn't going to turn away. Not after he'd spent so much time getting the source back in the Enchanted Domain to trust him!
"Sir let's just turn back!" Max whispered in another hushed voice over the crowd.
Prince Orion placed his hand on the watchdog's chest. "We've come too far Max! I'll win this for sure!" Turning towards his enemy Prince Orion reminded himself this was for the good for the kingdom. He nodded replying that he was ready.
The recruiter rushed sending a fist flying towards Orion's face. He ran and moved like a man who had a bit of a drink in him, but still had enough energy to send his fists flying with power and speed. However he had not received the training that Prince Orion had from the turn of thirteen. Prince Orion had the top knights and masters train him in the arts of combat. He didn't have any real battle experience, but countless drills hammered into him made him react instead of thinking about a reaction. When the first came coming, Orion used the palm of his fist to press the flow of the punch away from himself while stepping aside so that he would run past him.
Prince Orion's training paid off and the recruiter fell to the floor having missed his attack. His friends hollered in laughter at their friend. The recruiter rose his drink making him angry and uncollected. He came at Orion again, and again Orion deflected the attack. The recruiter fell on his face once more! And his friends hollered even louder. "Come on Jeb! Can't you do better then that!"
Glancing back at Max, Prince Orion gave him a wink. They had this in the bag! Glancing at Max though cost Prince Orion from seeing the recruiter Jeb from pulling out a knife from a sheath behind his back. He came right at Orion. Turning, Orion watched the knife come straight for his chest and knew he was in danger. He had little choice now! He couldn't dodge such an attack with his own speed to fully block the attack. Prince Orion did have a trick up his sleeve, but it would no doubt reveal that he was not your average thug here to join the order.
There was just no choice. Prince Orion was about to summon his armor when a dagger flew through the air and collided with Jeb's forearm. It caused him to drop his knife immediately and let out a cry of pain. Prince Orion had seen the direction from where the knife had come from, but not who had thrown it. He did see a man dressed in a tan traveler's cloak, with dark brown pants and a baize rolled up shirt. There was quiet in the pub now, even the musicians had stopped playing.
As he came over to them, Prince Orion got a better look at him. He had long black hair, olive colored skin, and a goatee. His eyes were a deep gray in color and he was about the same height and size as Max. "Why don't you guys take Jeb to the infirmary? Have that hand take a look at? Sorry about that everyone! Please continue with your drinking and good times." Reluctantly the band and people slowly turned away as Jeb and his friends rushed out. "Why don't you two come join me at my table. My name is Raymund. Tell me, what makes you interested in the Order of the Destroyer?"
Prince Orion flashed a grin to Max. They were in!
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Post by Sprow on Nov 13, 2012 10:53:28 GMT -5
As soon as Damien stepped into the place, he wanted to go back out. People in this sort of crowd wanted nothing more than their alcoholic beverages or a fight. Glancing around at the crowd, it looked as if a fight had already broken out. A man was being escorted out to go and get healed. Damien's gaze followed the man s he left with someone. He couldn't help but shake his head a bit at the scene before walking over to the counter.
Only then did he realize his problem. He didn't know what the guy's name was! 'Son of a-!' he thought. There was no possible way he'd be able to ask someone that would probably just laugh at him if they didn't know who he was. If anyone did, well that might not be a good thing for them. Damien was likely to punch someone if he felt like it. Even now, he could feel some people looking at him.
As if sensing where they were, Damien looked over at them. He made eye contact with some. The wiser ones knew better to avert their gazes right after he did so. Others, didn't know him and he could tell because they were the ones that didn't avert their gazes. However, none of them made to attack him. They kept their distance and seemed mildly curious of him. Silently, Damien scanned the crowd. It wasn't easy to spot people in the crowd of this bar.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2012 18:28:28 GMT -5
Prince Orion wasn't likely to notice anyone entering the pub at this point. Especially since at long last it seemed like everything was going to pay off. The table that Raymund brought them too was located a bit near the door. In fact if someone was coming in they would have to completely turn around to notice it. Taking a seat in one of the empty two chairs, Max sat as well.
Raymund, as he had introduced himself, seemed to Prince Orion was in his late thirties or early forties. "So tell me boy. Where'd you get your combat training? There's no way you were in the war, you're way to young. Perhaps you?" Raymund looked over to Max lifting an eyebrow.
The royal watchdog's response was to quickly turn away. "Damn it, Max!"[/i] He was going to give them away the moment they sat down! "How am I supposed to get anything done with this guy around?!"[/i] When he returned back home he was going to have a serious talk with his mother! This was not going to work!
Prince Orion tried to turn the attention back to him when Raymund started to laugh. "Actually I..." Prince Orion began before Raymund waved his hand.
"Hey boy it's none of my business. I'm just messin with ya how ya learned to fight. We all have our pasts, heck even me. Whatever sins you committed in the past aren't for me to judge. He will judge them when the worlds are renewed. So tell me boy and man who looks like he'd rather be somewhere else, why are you interested in the order of the..."
Prince Orion listened intently and was hanging on Raymund's words when he suddenly paused. He was looking past Prince Orion and over his shoulder. As any natural person might, Prince Orion turned to see what he was looking at. To Orion it seemed like he was looking at a youth with black hair and his back turned to them.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 13, 2012 21:09:43 GMT -5
Damien stood his ground though despite the looks he was getting. Where it had been loud and boisterous earlier, the din had become a little less. It were as if he were put on a pedestal or something. Not something that Damien liked, that was for sure. He badly wanted to give glares but decided against it. If he did, he'd just make it difficult on himself asking someone about that damn mansion. Why the hell didn't Ivan tell him where to find it? Sometimes, his father did this sort of thing to him. It frustrated Damien to no end yet he always seemed to come out on top. Sometimes, he wondered if his father wanted him to fail.
Sighing, Damien looked around in silence. It was purely awkward standing there, wondering who to turn to. If only he could spot that guy in the crowd already and get this over and done with! He felt stupid standing there and people were eyeballing him. 'Keep your cool. No need to punch someone's lights out and get yourself kicked out when you need an answer,' he mentally told himself.
Getting fed up with the whole ordeal, Damien slowly turned around. When he had, he skimmed over the sea of heads there. Oddly enough, right when he had been intending to just leave here, he found the guy. It also appeared as if he had just taken notice of Damien was well. They were both looking at one another. Keeping his guard up as he walked past tables, Damien made for where Raymund, Orion and Max were.
"...Ray," he said, the name coming to him only partially as he finally came over to them. He didn't look at Orion or Max. As far as he was concerned, they were invisible until they did anything or made themselves a nuisance. Damien could be a jerk a times.
"Damien! It's been a while, hasn't it? So, what are you doing here in a place like this? Did daddy leave you stranded?" Raymund teased.
Damien maintained his cool. He needed answers and Raymund could give them. He just needed to not insult the guy. Even now, he was struggling to figure the guy's name out. "...It has. As for my father...no. He sent me to find something. I figured if I were to ask anyone where to locate an old mansion that you would...Ray." Ray, that was the guy's name! Or at least, a part of it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2012 14:33:40 GMT -5
Prince Orion wondered just what was going on. Who was this stranger? Listening to the way Raymund spoke to him, Orion got the feeling he didn't respect him too much. Prince Orion could only follow the conversation, not daring to say anything. It did make him feel slightly curious as to what the stranger was talking about. A mansion? Perhaps there was some place in the world like this, but Orion didn't know of it.
"Sir. Let's go now! We can slip out of the door while they're talking." Prince Orion's response to Max's push to leave was to step on the man's foot as hard as possible with his own.
"Shut up, Max. I'm trying to eavesdrop."
Raymund struck his goatee as he thought. "Well I guess if it's a mission for He, then I must help the boy. After all the Almighty is guiding him through his actions, and thus guiding you."
Reaching into inner pocket he pulled out a map. "Let's see." He went back over to the table where Prince Orion and Max were sitting. "These are two individuals who are looking to join us in His service. Sorry boys I'll be right with ya, just gotta help Damien."
Stretching out the map in front of the table, Orion scooted the chair back so that Damien could come up to the table. The map he laid out was a blue print to Twilight Town. The map was on new material, but the outline that was presented painted a different look at Twilight Town then Orion had ever seen. It must have been an older layout of the world.
"Your best bet would be over here." Raymund pointed to just after the other end of the forest that bordered the east of Twilight Town. "The majority of the forest is gone now, made way for more street and houses, but there's still a fenced run down mansion here. No one's really been able to enter it though. There's some sort of magical force that stops anyone from getting over or through the gate. That's all I know though. Here you can take the map." Raymund rolled up the map and held it out for Damien to grab.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 14, 2012 22:17:13 GMT -5
Damien hadn't paid the other two with Raymund any mind for the time being. His entire focus was on Raymund and what answers the guy might have. He was being respectful for the time being. Damien's patience was starting to run thin as Raymund began to stroke his goatee in thought. The way the guy spoke, Damien wasn't sure whether to take it as mockery or not. Still, he held his tongue if it meant that he would receive some form of help with this mansion business.
Eventually, Raymund agreed to help him. Damien watched as he pulled out a map. Raymund then introduced the two individuals at the table other than himself. Damien gave them a brief glance as he did so. The older one seemed skittish almost and the other made Damien wonder. He didn't let his gaze linger on them for long as he looked back to Raymund who was looking down at the map. One of the other scooted to the side to allow Damien to get closer to look down at this map.
After a moment, Raymund pointed at a part of the map saying Damien's best bet would be in that area. Looking it over, it appeared to be a forested area. According to Ray, the area had been cleared out some to make way for more homes and buildings. For a moment, Damien was worried that the book would have been removed from there. Curious people of such an old place would surely go and investigate, right? Ray seemed to put that worry at ease when he said that there was some kind of magical force that kept people out of it. "Hm..."
It was then that Ray offered to give him the map. Damien was slightly confused that he would give him a map. Never the less, he gently took it from Ray's hand. "Thank you." Putting the map in the depths of his tunic for safe keeping, Damien then looked at the three altogether. Giving a nod to Raymund, he spoke.
"I'll be sure to return your map. Good luck with these new recruits." With that, Damien turned away, intending to leave.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 0:32:01 GMT -5
Prince Orion watched the interaction and he watched Damien go. Perhaps that would be something to explore as well? First he wanted to find out just who that person was. Why had Raymund given him a very old map that probably was worth a lot of money. Raymund took his seat again and turned back to Orion and Max.
"So boys what are your name?" He asked.
Prince Orion said the first thing that came to his mind. "I'm Rion. And this is Xam." It wasn't the greatest cover, but sometimes the simplest aliases were the best. Plus this way they could remember them.
"Nice to meet you boys. Now before I got distracted, tell me what is the reason you want to join the order?"
This was an important question. One that Prince Orion actually had made sure he had an answer too before coming. "Well to be honest we don't know much about the religion behind the order. But were tired of the way things are around here! We agree with the message of the organization sir! Sometimes you have to destroy things to set things right."
Orion wasn't the greatest actor. But he had practiced what he would say in the mirror, so he thought he came off sounding pretty genuine. The only thing that wasn't going for him was Max. The man was still shaking slightly!
Raymund's response was a smile. "I like you kid. Don't worry you'll learn more about His ways in time. He is at root of all we do. We always welcome recruits to the... Are you alright man?" Raymund asked Max.
This caused Max's eyes to go wide, and his shaking became more noticeable. "He's alright! Xam just isn't too comfortable with the area. He thinks we're going to get mugged." Prince Orion punched in adding a laugh.
The laugh seemed to work, because Raymund's attention turned to him for a second. Then he placed a hand on Max's arm. "Don't you worry man. No one will mess with you while I'm here. And if you'd like I can give you guys an escort home."
An escort was not going to work. "That's alright sir. We'll be fine."
Raymund laughed again and nodded. "Alright then boys. Well welcome to the Order of the Destroyer! Come back here tomorrow morning round eight."
Prince Orion nodded and stood, Max practically jolted out of the chair. "Thanks so much sir! We'll be here eight o clock sharp!" Shaking Raymund's hand, Prince Orion watched Max put on a fake smile and shake Raymund's hand as well.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 15, 2012 12:44:12 GMT -5
Damien meant what he said about the map. It looked to be very old and possibly very expensive. He was surprised that Raymund had been giving enough to hand it over. Well, Damien would bring it back. Once he got what he came for, Damien would bring the map back to Raymund. Inform those of their group that the world would be falling into darkness and then carry on with whatever orders his father would have for him next.
As he went, he had the oddest feeling about one of the recruits that Raymund was speaking to. It was a sense of familiarity that he couldn't explain. It's not that he didn't trust them but that light haired individual just gave off a familiar presence. Dismissing it as a feeling of false deja vu, Damien carried himself out of the pub and out into the streets. There, he saw some familiar faces. Damien was a visual person. He remembered faces better than he did names. Each of these familiar faces simply gave him a nod of respect as Damien passed.
Once he was out of the area with the pub, Damien headed to where the map was telling him. It was somewhere further away from the center of town. Raymund had been right about the forest being mostly cleared. Damien was lucky if he recognized anything forest-like. "Hm...they walled it off?' [/i][/color] he spoke to himself, inspecting the wall to search for an opening. Damien trailed the wall, looking for cracks before he would resort to portaling.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 16:14:11 GMT -5
"Sir! I say we return at once! There is no need too..." Prince Orion turned around, grabbed Max by the shirt and pulled him down to his level. The poor watchdog hadn't expected it to happen, and was quite shocked it had.
In a hushed whisper Prince Orion said, "I've had enough of your complaints Max! You've done nothing but complain since we got here. This is a potential lead that is by far too tempting to pass up. I am following this guy, whether you want too or not. Your options are either shut your mouth for the remainder of this trip or return to my mother and tell her you failed to protect me. Now choose!"
Letting Max go, Orion shoved him away. They were currently behind a building while Damien searched for a crack in the wall no more then fifteen feet away. It was for that reason that Prince Orion spoke in a hushed whisper. He didn't want to alert Damien that they were following him. Raymund had told them to get some sleep and to return back at the pub in the morning. Max was eager to return to their rooms. He had not been happy when Orion had told him they were not returning just yet.
Orion knew that in reality he had given Max no choice at all. He would never dare risk making Orion's mother angry. Max straightened his shirt, which Orion had ruined by grabbing onto. "Alright then young sir." Was Max's response. "
"Finally!"[/i] Orion thought. Sticking his head around the corner, he watched Damien walk along side the wall. Orion wouldn't dare walking behind the house and in the open. He currently watched from the front. "Come on. He's moving out of sight. Let's head to the next house."
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Post by Sprow on Nov 15, 2012 21:58:39 GMT -5
Damien hadn't been aware that he was being followed. As he traveled along the wall, he hadn't heard Orion and Max. If he had, he would've dealt with them first. Following the wall, it was a good walk before he finally made it to what appeared to be a hole in the wall. Walking up to it, Damien peered inside. It was dark and gloomy but he was pretty sure that he could see a wooded area.
"Bingo!" he said to himself. With that, Damien headed inside. As he went, he carefully looked around the woods. It seemed foreboding but he wasn't scared of it. As far as he was concerned, he was one step closer to finding that blasted book his father wanted. Once he achieved it, he would be out of here. Of course, he'd return Raymund's book. Once this was said and done, Damien had no need to keep a map of this world.
As Damien walked, he could see a bright light on the other end. No doubt, a clearing soon. As he walked over, Damien finally came across what appeared to be a bit of a dirt path. Following it, it brought Damien right up to iron gates. Behind it was the old mansion that he was searching for. Damien walked right up to the gates and looked at it. It was a remarkable sight to see. Damien barely saw such wonderful architecture in his life. Ivan was always running him ragged. Always running him around, expecting him to get everything done. If he wasted too much time, he always got upset. Every once in a while, Ivan had something to complain about even if some of the things Damien did was perfect.
"Can't get in or through...lets see if that goes for portaling too." Holding out a hand, Damien watched as a portal ripped open for him, revealing the other side of the iron gates. "Correction, for people that can't portal!" Damien mused to himself. With that, he stepped through and headed inside, the portal closing up a minute after he went in. Whether or not the other two got in before then remained yet to be seen. Already, Damien was heading right up to the large double doors of the mansion.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2012 14:31:31 GMT -5
"Oh well. We can't portal sir. Mine as well turn around." Max told Prince Orion from behind the large tree. Both had followed Max through the hole, once they determined he wasn't about to head back of course. Following through the small woods though was harder. There was no building they could hide behind now. They had to be extra careful as they followed.
Dashing from tree to tree, Prince Orion had thought on a couple occasions that they had been discovered. They followed from about ten paces away, but never lost sight of Damien. When he walked into the clearing, Orion had pointed the large tree that stood between the woods and the clearing. It was big enough for both of them to hide behind. That was how they got there now.
Sadly, Max was right. They couldn't create a portal from one area to another. They had arrived here via the portable portal machine. However the device only took them from world to world, not from place to place. They could head back now. It would mean that this was a failure though. "Father entrusted me with getting rid of the Order. I will not fail! I will not face his displeasure again."[/i]
"Were not turning around, Max. We'll wait. I want to see what he wants from this place."
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Post by Sprow on Nov 16, 2012 20:19:12 GMT -5
Damien, as soon as he reached the double doors, examined the mansion's appearance for a moment. Surely, something that important would be more protected? Already, as that thought crossed his mind, Damien's guard went immediately up. Trying the handle, he was surprised that the door opened up before him without resistance. Confused, Damien looked in at the dark, gloomy interior that was now displayed before him. It looked like the mansion had been through a lot of wear and tear.
"Huh, no one seems to have been here for years..." trailing off, Damien walked inside. As he did so, he saw what appeared to be some sort of expensive decor in the center of the main hallway. It was ruined just as much as the glass case that was shattered all over it. It wasn't even discernible anymore.
Stepping further into the mansion, Damien inspected the area. Where was he to go? Well, Damien soon found out that one room was inaccessible due to a collapsed portion of the wall. That left going upstairs, walking past an eerie looking courtyard garden. The glass was dusty but Damien was pretty sure he could see outside into what looked like a very unkempt garden. If there really was anything to guard, Damien would be surprised if it remained here. He had no idea that the security relied more so heavily upon puzzles rather than outright, offensive and defensive security.
As he reached the top of the stairs, Damien saw that he could go right or left. Figuring he could always return to this spot, Damien took the left. The room there down the hallway wasn't anything all that interesting. It was plain white with plain white chairs and a table. Everything in here was white except for the strange drawings that littered the room. Each of them depicted mostly the same characters all over the place. Maybe some sort of strange obsession? The drawings certainly weren't any good. They reminded him of a five year old's scribbling.
No book was anywhere to be seen. "This was a waist of my time."
After what seemed like hours, Damien finally made it to the final room that he could access. It appeared to be some kind of library that laid out before him. Well, here he was but...which book should he grab? There were many littering the shelves and floor. All covered with dust. However, what he remembered, his father had said it could be written in and drawn in to make what events you wanted to happen, happen. Maybe it was like a sketchbook? Blank pages?
With this in mind, Damien walked to the large wooden table. There was a sketchbook with crayons lying on the table in front of it. A drawing of a symbol rested in the pages made from that same, terrible five year old scribbling. Before this sketch, on the very fine wood of the table, a symbol had been drawn in as well in the same terrible fashion. 'Wonder who let their kid go wild with drawings?' he wondered. Lightly shaking his head, Damien focused on this sketchbook. Something seemed...out of place about it.
Damien picked it up and skimmed through its pages. It really looked like a sketchbook. As he set it down, about to draw in its depths to test it, something happened. The floor beneath him gave way and he toppled down the steps. The book disappeared! "Damn it!" Damien exclaimed, getting to his feet. Where did it go?
After many tries, Damien realized he couldn't physically take the book. In order to move it, he might need to replace it with something since it seemed to disappear every time it was removed from the spot in which it sat. It especially took many trials to replace the damn thing with another book that was the right size and width. Damn this puzzle!
Eventually, he got his hands on it! Damien almost dropped it in his surprise and excitement. Finally, he had gotten it! Ivan would be proud. Well, maybe not proud but he'd at least acknowledge him and give him some form of praise for doing a good job. It had to be the only time Ivan paid him much positive attention. Making his way back to the clearing, Max and Orion might've finally noticed a portal ripping open with Damien stepping out of it, a book in one hand.
"About time, Damien!" came a voice. Damien jumped and whirled on the spot. There was Ivan, on his far right who walked over to him. He just seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Uh...father?" Ivan just closed the distance between them, hands behind his back as he looked at Damien expectantly. As always he had his hood up. Damien could see two gleaming eyes peering out from the depths of the shadows of the hood.
"Give me the book, Damien." Damien sighed to himself. Ivan didn't even acknowledge his achievement. Now, instead of approval, Ivan was resorting to not praising Damien any. All he was doing was dishing out orders instead. When the hell was he going to start treating him differently? Didn't he mean anything to the man other than some kind of minion?
"....After you stop treating me like a low life. I'm you're son, not a damn minion you order around all the time or like some dog you order to do tricks, attack, heel or anything like that!" Damien had finally had enough. There was a sudden silence between them. Not a one spoke a word as Ivan stood there, stone silent. Damien couldn't help but wonder what was running through his father's mind. He didn't even know the guy like he should have.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2012 21:10:10 GMT -5
While Damien disappeared inside, Prince Orion finally was able to reprocess everything. So far this is what had occurred. Two months ago had been the Global Conference where the leaders from each of the remaining worlds had met for the first time since the end of the universal war. After that meeting, which Prince Orion had been lucky to be a part of as heir to the throne, he had been given the task of ridding the order of the destroyer on their world.
Prince Orion had spent that first month going over any information that was available. He spent hours a day reading testimony by witnesses, confessions written by scripts, and interviewing anyone who had seen or heard of the order. It wasn't until his second month that he found someone who truly knew something about the organization. The biggest problem that Orion saw was that the order expanded across the universe. They had members in every world. During the meeting, the leaders had agreed to work separate to get rid of the order on their world and not together. He could not use the resources from the other worlds.
Finally it seemed the best thing to do was infiltrate the organization. Prince Orion set it up that he would be placed in a cell next to a member of the order of the destroyer that their knights had captured. He spent over two weeks in that cell, living the life of a prisoner. At last he was able to get the captured man to trust him. Once he had, Prince Orion walked right out to the captured man's surprise.
"Why are they letting you out?! I don't understand."
"My name is Prince Orion Lotus. I will destroy your organization." After that he ordered a portable portal device and came to Twilight Town. He didn't worry about the prisoner he had left behind. His father would have executed him by now.
"Sir! He's...." Max began. Prince Orion had decided to sit down and wait. Night had already fallen. Glancing behind the tree, Prince Orion watched Damien return. Should they run now? If Damien started to come back this way then things were going to turn a bit ugly. They should move and move now.
Prince Orion was about to indicate just that when another voice sounded. Spotting the hooded figure, Prince Orion listened intently. This was the man's father? What was the book in Damien's hand? Why was it so important? From how things sounded Damien's father must be pretty far up in the organization to have minions and order a special mission like this. Prince Orion should have moved, but he wanted to hear what was said.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 17, 2012 17:00:35 GMT -5
Damien's nerves were on edge as he stood there, waiting for his father's reaction. Instead, Ivan simply held out his hand, opting to say nothing. Sighing, Damien held the book out to him. No matter what he did, Damien always seemed to get ignored or ousted by some means. As he handed his father the book, not once did Damien hear him thank him. Ivan never thanked him for anything. Well, so much for this whole thing.
As Ivan took the book from Damien, he glanced at it, opening up its pages and skimming through it. "Does it work?" he inquired. Damien furrowed his brows, crossing his arms in front of him then. Why did his tone of voice sound as if he were trying to detect a slip up on Damien's part? Did he suspect that he hadn't checked to make sure it was the real deal?
"What do you mean? Of course I checked!" Damien retorted, sounding irritated. Ivan ignored that fact and simply pulled out a pen from the depths of his cloak. Scribbling into it, Ivan totally disregarded Damien standing there. Knowing he was being ignored, Damien sighed in exasperation before letting his arms fall to his side, shaking his head a little at that. Why did he ever try? Damien should've just become a mindless drone and carry on with his life. Yet, he couldn't. He always clung to some small hope over the fact that maybe his dad would see him as his son rather than just a soldier.
Curious as to what his father scribbled on the book, Damien waited patiently to at least witness that. Sure enough, something appeared before them. It was...a tree. Of all the things his father could have drawn, it was a tree! "How boring. Of all the things you could make, you made a tree?" he stated. Suddenly, the tree sprouted vines and they wrapped about Damien's left arm. Startled, Damien pulled back at it, struggling against the tree's grasp. Ivan, instead of helping Damien, merely stood there and observed as his son struggled against the tree.
Seeing that the damn tree wasn't letting up, Damien resorted to drawing out his broad sword. When he did, he hacked away at the vines. It took him a while to cut himself free of the vines since each time he hacked at it, the tree sent out more to harass him. When he finally got free, Damien avoided the tree altogether. Seeing Damien finally free, Ivan made some kind of motion on the book and the tree disappeared. When it had, Damien turned on his father. "What the hell was that for?!" he exclaimed.
Ivan shut the book with a snap, hooded face looking in his son's direction. "It's a warning. Next time should you give me grief over an order like that again and you will pay for it. Too much is at stake and if you disobey me, I will have no problems eliminating you." With that, Ivan turned and left, ripping open a portal and exiting the area. Damien stood there, surprised by what his father had said to him. His father had just threatened his life? What the hell?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2012 17:29:10 GMT -5
Prince Orion didn't like the answer to his question. Watching that tree sprout suddenly from the ground after the hooded figure drew in it was shocking and disturbing. Sure it was just a tree, but it was the concept of the book that frightened Orion. While now it was a tree, the next time it could be cannon or a weapon or even something worse! The tree that was drawn looked very much alive.
Watching Damien slash himself free and listening to the rest of the conversation between father and son, Prince Orion got a pretty good picture of the relationship between Damien and Ivan. He would never suggest that he knew more then he did, but he was as surprised as Damien when his father threatened to kill him. What kind of father threatened to kill you?
But there wasn't much time to think of that now. They needed to get behind a different tree. Tapping Max on the shoulder, Orion indicated a tree about ten paces away to their left. Once he was sure that Max understood he mouthed, "1...2...3!" And the two ran to the adjacent tree. There footsteps were a soft patter on the ground. It probably could be heard by Damien, but it was so quick and abrupt Prince Orion hoped he would take it just for some sort of animal.
The tree that they had run to wasn't big enough to hide both of them. Prince Orion ran to the tree next to it and held his hand out for Max to stay. The plan now was to follow Damien back. He wanted to see just where the man was going to go next. Max probably would be very annoyed, but when was the royal watchdog not annoyed about something Prince Orion was doing?
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