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Post by Sprow on Nov 17, 2012 20:04:45 GMT -5
Damien couldn't react properly to what had just happened as he watched his father leave the area. It was hard for him to realize that he had just been threatened. Once Ivan had gone, it took a full minute for Damien to recover mentally from what had happened. He hadn't imagined it, his father had actually gone as far as threatening to kill him. It had truly stunned him. He knew his dad distanced himself from him but to say something like that? What kind of parent did that?
'In other words, be a good little soldier and don't cause waves...' he thought to himself. Damien stared at the spot where his father had stood just moments before. He wasn't sure whether to feel angry or hurt. Turning away from the spot, Damien had just narrowly missed Prince Orion and Max. Having definitely heard the sound, Damien looked around carefully in silence. Had that been an animal maybe?
Taking a moment, Damien guessed that it must have been an animal. Never the less, he had tightened the grip on his blade. If there was an enemy lying in wait, he didn't want to be caught unawares. When there was no more sound, Damien carefully headed down the path from whence he came. The others would probably follow him all the way back into the center of town again. Pausing, Damien took out the old map. He hadn't forgotten that he said he would return the map to Raymund.
Heading into The Three Olives, Damien did just that. His face was expressionless. He didn't even seem to care about where he was and ignored the looks he got as he walked inside. Locating Raymund, Damien handed him back the old map. As he had approached the man, Raymund looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Did you find what you were looking for? Was daddy pleased?" he teased. Damien found no reaction within himself. No annoyance that he normally found in such words had come to him.
"Yeah...I found what I was searching for." Without saying anything else, Damien headed back outside. It didn't look like he had any real direction he intended to go in. Eventually, if the others had been following him all this time, they would see him head toward the only inn in the joint. Intending to keep his space from his father tonight, Damien headed toward the inn keeper and booked a room. It wouldn't be uncommon for him to see recruits here as he went. Most of them took up temporary residence here after all.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2012 20:30:56 GMT -5
Prince Orion and Max followed Damien through the woods and back into town. Max eyed him with annoyance but didn't dare say another word. If he had Orion would have pulverized him. Damien didn't even notice them as they followed him through all of town and back to the Three Olives. Something was definitely up with him. His father's word had definitely shaken him in Orion's opinion.
Finally watching him return the map and then disappear into an inn, Orion was satisfied. "Alright Max let's head to our inn. I want to be at the pub a few minutes early. So don't plan on getting too much sleep." Max grumbled in response, mumbling about wanting to return home and how it was all Orion's fault.
The inn that they had paid for was actually not to far from the center of the town. It was one of the busier inns and Prince Orion knew he could trust the inn keeper to not pay too much attention to them. The sun had set quite a while ago, and the moon was a crescent smile in the sky. The town was lit by lamp posts and even though the amount of people was smaller then compared to during the day, there was still some good amount traveling about Twilight Town.
As they came to the center, Prince Orion was forced to pause when Max bumped into a man. Max would have fallen over if Orion hadn't grabbed him. "So sorry..." Orion apologized. Looking up he looked at the man who Max had run into. He and his companion were both elves. The first man had long black hair and dressed in a black cloak with two swords in their sheaths on a belt. This was the elf that Max had run into and he eyed Orion and Max with daggers. With tanish skin he appeared to be in his late twenties.
"It's no problem boys." The second elf was older with blond shoulder length hair and hazel eyes. His skin was paler then his companion but older, probably in his thirties or forties.
The two moved along and so did Orion and Max. He was glad that didn't turn into anything more difficult. Max would have fainted if they were faced with an actual battle. "Perhaps you should just stay at the inn tomorrow Max. You could rest for the day. No one would blame you." Prince Orion said trying to lighten Max's mood.
As they entered the inn, Max shook his head. "I'll rest when I'm in my bed back at the Enchanted Domain my Prince." Prince Orion just sighed. That night he dreamed creatures coming to life from sketch books.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 17, 2012 21:00:21 GMT -5
Prince Orion might have been right about Damien. Who wouldn't be effected hearing such things coming from what you saw as family? Having settled himself into his room, he had laid wide awake for a good hour deep in thought before drifting off into sleep. When he had, his nightmares of that book and his father had come to him. The tree was after him, this time with a nasty maw. Just as its vines wrapped around him and dragged him toward the gaping maw, ready to devour him, Damien wok with a start.
When he woke, he realized daylight had come through the window of his room. Blinking, Damien looked around the room. His father was nowhere to be seen and neither was that book. Was it wise to hand the book over? Sighing, Damien got to his feet. He had slept in his clothes the night before. Checking for his weapon, Damien headed out of the room and down the hallway. If Ivan needed him for anything, he would appear. Ivan always seemed to have a habit of finding him at the oddest of moments. Sometimes, Damien had to wonder if he even trusted him. Considering the threat and how much Ivan distanced himself from him, probably not. This sort of revelation bothered him even though it hadn't surprised him after what happened last night.
Shaking his head, Damien headed toward the service desk and checked out. Stepping out into the streets, Damien decided to go for a bit of a walk. He hadn't anything else to do until his father called on him again. With the way they had parted, it might be some time before he did contact him again. "...Damien." Or not.
Damien slowly turned to face the speaker. This time, it hadn't been Ivan. It was a woman wearing the same cloak as his father always wore. Damien's eyebrows rose a little. Why was one of the four heads other than Ivan out here to see the likes of him? Ivan had always kept him way from mostly everyone else. After all, why risk losing a useful tool? "What do you want?" he asked her.
"...I saw what happened last night." Damien felt a tad irritated. Not because of the fact she had been spying on them but because she chose to not answer his question. The way she walked toward him, it were as if a cat were approaching its prey. Clearly, if he made any wrong moves, she could be a potentially deadly enemy. Damien stood his ground as she approached. If he showed any weakness, he'd probably make her think that she could try to kill him or hurt him.
"Okay...so you're like eavesdropping. Is there any point in contacting me?" Damien asked her. She just giggled at him before she came to a stop before him.
"You father might not have said it but we are appreciative of the discovery you have made. That book will prove quite valuable to our cause..." she trailed off. Damien just looked at her confusedly. Why was she acting like an old record? That's stuff he already knew. "Anyways, to the point about why I'm here." Damien locked his eyes on her as she began to walk about him, placing her hands on her hips.
"You know, you can always join my side. You would be of great use and unlike Ivan, I wouldn't threaten you." Damien looked back at her confusedly. She was trying to make him go behind his father's back and join her? After she had made her offer, the woman took pause as she looked back at Damien, waiting for a response. Seeing that he was taken aback by it, she gave another giggle. She had to be ten years older than him from the sound of it. Her voice was husky. "I'll let you sit on it. Think about it. Together, we could accomplish much more than what your daddy has you doing. Why, he doesn't even trust you! What good is it if you're partnered with someone that can't even trust you?" she stated. Before Damien could even say anything, she walked away. Much like his father, she tore open a portal and left.
"....Oookay..." Damien said before carrying on his way. That was weird.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2012 21:56:46 GMT -5
"You guys are lucky, I was just about to close the doors and start the meeting." Raymund said. He stood in the door's threshold dressed pretty much the same way as before. Prince Orion and Max were five minutes late, thanks to Max. Prince Orion had to roll the dog out of bed with his foot to wake him up. Even after he crashed to the floor it took a smack on the nose to finally wake him. He really was just like a dog!
"Sorry sir. We're not a hundred percent use to waking up this early." Raymund rolled his eyes and let them inside.
Prince Orion could tell that Raymund wasn't happy, but thankfully it seemed like he was going to let it slide. "When this door closes that's it. Recruits are the lowest of the low in this organization. If you want to truly have an act in changing things you must follow rules."
The pub looked the same. With the same set up of chairs and tables only the serving girls, bartender, and musicians were not there. Prince Orion counted about twenty individuals. The majority of them were men in their teens to early twenties. There was a common theme among all of them too. They were dressed in the same clothes as Orion and Max. To him this meant they were probably in the same poverty level. No one paid them any mind as they entered and Raymund shut the door behind them.
"Take a seat anywhere guys." By anywhere he meant join any of the groups of people at the table. Already all the tables were fulled with at least one or two people. Prince Orion chose a table at the back. The teen sitting at it had his head down with a black beret and medium long black hair. The cap was pulled over his eyes and with his head downcast, Orion couldn't see the top half of his face.
Orion spotted black pants, a white sleeveless shirt, and black sandals with light brown cross strap. The teen was short, shorter then Orion probably five five. With slender arms and not much muscles, Orion wondered what hope this boy had in a fighting organization like this. Taking a seat next to him, Max too a seat next to Orion. "Hope you don't mind us joining you. I don't know really anyone else."
"Suit yourself odd ball." To Orion's surprise the voice was a girls! The girl looked up and revealed pretty green eyes that were looking at Orion as if he had just invaded her personal space. She was probably sixteen or seventeen. What was an innocent girl doing in a place like this?!
Prince Orion was about to let his chivalry get the better of him when Raymund spoke. "Listen up everyone! Today is the day we determine if you join our order or not. My name is Raymund and I am the chief recruiter of the order here in Twilight Town. I'd like to introduce the officers who will be in charge of you for today's mission. This is Captain Tyrial." Next to Raymund was the man who had pulled a knife on Orion yesterday. His hand was wrapped in medical tape, and he was accompanied by the same men as yesterday. Prince Orion swore aloud from his bad luck.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 17, 2012 22:58:50 GMT -5
Damien wondered how lightly he should tread now. His father had basically threatened to kill him and now there was one of the strange other heads looking to recruit him to her cause. Was there some sort of inner struggle going on that he didn't know about? Well, he could guess there was considering his own father never let him associate with anyone. If Ivan learned about Damien's interaction with Raymund, he might end up in worse trouble.
By the time he came to the clock tower, Damien realized something was up. The world seemed to have gotten darker. Was it his imagination? Damien cast a gaze up toward the skies in wonder. As he did so, he looked for anything that might have seemed out of place. This world, from what he knew, was suppose to be in between. Whether it were morning or late afternoon, it didn't matter as long as it was in between. Yet, this looked otherwise from what Damien was accustomed to. Could this be because of the book? Were they testing it already? Why hadn't Ivan told him?
"...I guess she was right...he doesn't trust me." Damien spoke aloud to himself, gazing at the skies uncertainly. If his father was truly angry with him, after that threat, he could certainly kill him along with those on this world. Just as his nerves were getting the better of him, the sky's color returned to the normal gold without the forbidding looking red and purple. Would they inform their recruits here that they would be doing what they would be doing to this world? If it were left up to his father, Damien was certain that he wouldn't tell the recruits. Ivan didn't trust recruits. Then again, he might but would leave it up to Damien and possibly with a time limit that he wouldn't be aware of until chaos happened all around him. It left an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach.
'Maybe I should warn them? No, that might not be a bright idea. Father would surely kill me!' he thought, an unpleasant chill going down his spine then. He had just reminded himself of that episode last night. He didn't need a repeat of that.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2012 23:22:49 GMT -5
"Now listen up pipsqueaks. Today we separate the adults from the children. Raymund have entrusted us with giving Twilight Town a public display. Things will be happening fast and I cannot guarantee your safety. If you survive through today though you will be official members of the Order." Tyrial told them.
Prince Orion noticed that Max was suddenly tapping his foot again. "His nerves are going to be the end of me!"[/i] Orion thought. Placing an arm on Max's leg he tried to give him a reassuring nod. Taking a moment to look at the girl at the table, he swore under his breath. Max's tapping and sweaty face had not gone unnoticed by her. Great, just great!
Raymund intervened at this point after Tyrial finished speaking. "Your target is the Senate Building. We have received word that the Senator himself will be coming in exactly one hour. The Senator has done nothing but cause trouble for this organization. He calls us terrorists when we are only doing His will! This mission is not expected to succeed. The order would never trust lackeys like you with the actual assassination of the Senator. But we are going to try! He will be with us today and we will show the Senator and his police that we will not be subdued!"
Prince Orion had very real problems with actually hurting innocent people in name of this organization. This was slightly a predicament for him. Infiltrating the organization was the closest he had gotten to his goal. He would just have to hope that he didn't have to actually kill anyone. Prince Orion was going to be a prince one day. His actions had consequences. That very sentence had been drilled into him by his father for years. Just thinking about how public his father always made his failures made him start to redden in anger. But he would not complain. He was a Prince and the heir to the throne.
"The Senator will have an entourage of his soldiers to protect him. Do your best to subdue them. If you get a shot at the Senator take it. We will split up into three groups so to attack from all sides except inside the senate building itself. Alright then let's get started!" Tyrial told them as he put them into three different teams and then with their respective team they headed into the city. Prince Orion took the gathering clouds over head as a bad sign. Normally he liked storms, but the way the clouds cleared after a few moment's didn't settle with him.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 17, 2012 23:39:32 GMT -5
As Damien stood there at the clock tower, he had to wonder if his father would go as far as simply abandoning him here to suffer the same fate of this world. Since the guy ignored him, Damien wouldn't put it past him. Maybe he should leave this world? Even though that thought crossed his mind, for some reason something held him back but why? Damien furrowed his brows, tilting his head in wonder. What was stopping him?
Something just didn't feel right. Pausing, Damien glanced back at the town itself. He hadn't exactly killed an entire world before. Could he actually kill a world? Was it true that this entity wanted them to kill everyone and the worlds so that things could begin anew? How were they to know the entity would abide by his word? Could they be trusted?
'You're a step just below the four, Damien, get a grip on yourself!' he mentally told himself, shaking his head. Willing himself, he decided that for now he would linger and trust that his father wouldn't actually kill him. If there really was a shred of anything fatherly in his father to begin with. Maybe he should see how the recruits did? It wasn't like he'd be interacting with them though, just simply watching from afar.
Searching for a ladder to a fire escape, as he headed back toward the town, Damien climbed up it and perched himself up upon a roof and ran along them. If anyone looked familiar or he saw any emblems, he'd take pause and watch.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2012 0:01:48 GMT -5
The two watched the teen go from roof to roof as he dashed through the town. "Is that the one father?" The younger one asked.
"No... But he is an interesting one I'll give you that." The older one said as they waited.
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"You're gonna pay for what you did to my hand. You and your friend." Tyrial told Orion as he led them down the street. There were six of them in the group including Tyrial with one of his friends, and the girl at the table. They ran at a mediocre pace. Prince Orion could tell that he was going to have to watch his back. Max had been put in a different group, courtesy of Tyrial. From the sound of things Tyrial had plans for Orion, but those didn't bother him. It was the plans that they might have for Max that did.
Prince Orion might be hard on the guy, but he still cared about him. Plus Max was a puppy. Prince Orion didn't think he had a vengeful bone in his body. He'd take whatever punishment that was put on him before he fought back. "If you put one hand on him I'm gonna..."[/i]
"Move slowpoke! I'm practically running into you." The girl told him from behind interrupting his thoughts. For a girl she sure had an attitude. Prince Orion emptied his head then and just followed along. Tyrial came to a stop at an alley way. In front of them was the west side of the senate building. A tall fence surrounded the large mansion that was south of the town square.
"Ten minutes... Then we are going to head up the side and attack the Senator and his entourage from the west while Raymund attacks from the north and Kyle the east. The Senator will only have ten officers to protect him, but they are the strongest guards in Twilight Town. They have been trained to defend the Senator with his life. Smart ass over here is going to spear our attack."
Tyrial eyed Orion. Well that was just great he had to fight the guards head on! "I will not kill them!"[/i] Orion didn't actually have a weapon on him. While he could summon his sword he could not do so without summoning his armor as well. This would no doubt bring questions that he did not think through. "I um.. don't have a weapon."
"Stupid and useless." The girl rolled her eyes, reached into her pocket and pulled out a dagger. While the others were laughing at her comment she handed him the weapon. "If you lose this I'm going to stab you with it after I find it again."
Prince Orion didn't know what the heck this girl's problem with him was. "Alright enough gags. Let's go, time to boogie."
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Post by Sprow on Nov 18, 2012 0:22:28 GMT -5
Damien had no idea that he had been spotted. It was probably a lucky thing too that they had dismissed him for the time being. Damien didn't need more trouble than he was already in. Ivan had made it clear that he would kill him should he disobey him. It took him a moment of running from rooftop to roof top before finally, he came across the group. Slowing down, Damien crouched low on the roof and surveyed what was happening below him.
It looked like Raymund had sent out the new recruits on some kind of mission. There was no mistaking that whitish blond from the day before. It looked as if he were uncomfortable about something. Raising a brow, Damien looked at the others in the group. The nervous looking one had been separated from him. Had he been nervous because of that?
Whatever the case, Damien sat down and was silent, watching the recruits to see what they would do. It looked like some sort of gathering for a possible skirmish of some kind. Why in the world were they doing something like that? They were suppose to remain in secret! At least, that was what he had been told. Was some war suppose to take place here? Curious and confused, Damien continued to watch. Maybe he would be needed? No, Ivan would be upset if he got involved. It was best to stay put for now. (OOC: Basically letting you have free reign atm XD Idk what to do with Damien except watch for now.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2012 1:05:14 GMT -5
((OOC: Ya sorry. You can always have Damien join in. I'm just kinda winging it))
The Senator was an older man. Prince Orion recognized him immediately and could only hope that the Senator would not recognize him. He was dressed in a white tux with short military cut gray hair. His knights were all men dressed in white with the emblem of a lion on their shoulder. The Senator's arrived via a black hover car. The main street had been railed off just moments before the arrival of the car. This was not an official meeting, otherwise there would have been a large crowd of people standing around just to see the Senator. However Raymund had managed to gain word of this though was beyond Orion.
Raymund's group was spotted first. Three of the officers stepped up while the others began to rush the Senator towards the building. That was when Prince Orion attacked from the side. There were over twenty seven of them in total, and only eleven of them. Yet Orion found a sword coming towards him faster then even he could have swipped the dagger. He had to side step and still the sword clipped his shoulder. He heard grunts as only six knights defended their entire group. Every time someone seemed to get past one of them, that person got struck down. The senator was already at the top the steps by this point.
Orion picked himself up and just got his dagger up to block a side swipe towards the girl in the party. He had no idea where Max was, but there numbers were depleting. He and the girl did their best to block the attack of the single knight they were facing, but they were back peddling. Orion didn't see Tyrial anywhere either as he took a moment to glance around. His glancing though came at a cost. A sword came right towards him, and if it wasn't for the girl he would have had a sword cut right into his head. She tackled him, but got cut in the back in the progress.
"Retreat!" A voice from somewhere shouted. Orion thought it was Raymund. He noticed that the knight too came rushing towards him. With he and the girl there they were open pray. His dagger wasn't going to do shit against a heavy sword! Orion had no choice. He summoned his arm. A light armor appeared on his person colored dark purple, black, red, and gold. He wore a breastplate, shoulder guards with four protruding black spikes outlined in red over a long sleeved black shirt. A golden belt, black pants, red mid-leg guards that and knee guards that match the color of the breastplate, black boots, and finally a cape flowing form his back completed his appearance. The sword that appeared in his hand was a long sword. It had a long black handle, a small guard, and a red and black blade that spiked out in various areas of the blade.
The sword appeared in his hand with the blade facing towards the ground and the hilt up towards the opponent. Orion brought the blade up like he was going to punch an imaginary enemy to the left of the knight and succeeded in blocked a curving swing. The appearance of armor and a sword made the opponent pause just long enough for Orion to grab the girl in his injured arm and summon a large gust of wind in front of his person. The gust was so strong that it was actually visible just for a second and sent him and the girl ten feet away from the opponent. Being on the large set of stairs that led to the senate building they crashed just as it ended ten feet away.
Away from the enemy, Prince Orion let the armor and weapon vanish. His first real battle experience had not gone as well as he had hoped. The good thing was he was alive and for the most part he thought no one had seen him summon his armor in the chaos of the retreat besides that one knight. His shoulder was bleeding and the girl was bleeding from her back. It was a nasty wound now that he saw it. No wonder she was out cold.
"I need to get back to the pub! I need to heal her!"[/i] He thought. So against his shoulder's wishes he slugged the girl on his uninjured soldier and started back towards the alley.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 18, 2012 1:25:50 GMT -5
Damien remained still, watching the scene. It really did look like they were about to go and make some kind of attack. As he waited, he finally got to see what their target was. Apparently, they were going as far as going after the Senator of this world themselves! Were they crazy? Just who ordered them to do such a thing? Recruits were suppose to be given thorough training beforehand and then a mission! Not one to this extent either!
"What the hell?" Damien murmured to himself, watching. Sure enough, they charged the Senator's group. Damien could already see how that was going to end. Where he might have not killed a world before, he had killed people. Sighing to himself, he wondered if this were a mess to be cleaned up. Their secrecy had basically been blown out the window with this charade.
"And they call me reckless!" he grumbled before leaping off the roof top. Landing almost cat like, Damien charged forth. Once he rescued a few, maybe they could give him an idea of who gave such a dangerous order. Having experience in battle before, Damien engaged a knight and knocked him off his feet. The knight scrambled backward, surprised by his new attacker. The whites of his eyes were clearly fearful. Without hesitating, Damien removed the man's head.
There was a recruit that Damien had just saved in the nick of time. Glancing over his shoulder, Damien furrowed his brows as he firmly fixed his gaze on the guy. "Who ordered this?" he inquired. The man didn't answer, merely stuttered as if unable to find his voice. Sighing in exasperation, Damien was forced to apprehend another knight that had tried to attack him unawares. When he managed to knock the guy out, Damien looked back at the recruit again.
"Tell me! Who ordered this onslaught?!" he growled, his voice much harsher this time. Damien's patience was definitely running thin. Thanks to this charade, they were going to have to leave this world or regroup somewhere further away from the public eye and lay low for a while.
"I-I-I don't know sir! R-Raymund might!" With that, the recruit turned and fled, high tailing it to wherever he came from. Damien figured that he wouldn't be seeing him amongst the order ever again with such a cowardice as that. Frustrated, Damien tried to figure out where Raymund was in all of this but it was like finding a needle in a haystack. Amidst all the chaos, everyone split up and was here or there. Definitely not the best mess these recruits had made and not because of their own doing.
"Damn it!" he growled. Damien had no choice but to try and make his way through the crowd.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2012 2:37:57 GMT -5
Prince Orion trotted down the alley way. He was running slow, the girl on his back becoming heavier with the loss of his own blood. "Got yourself into quite a big mess haven't you Orion." He said to himself aloud. This was not how things were supposed to turn out in his mind. He thought he would join, be requested he be sent to the Enchanted Domain, find their base, and lead the soldiers too them. His father would be proud of him, he would the hero who stopped the order on their world.
He knew he might have to fight... But he was trained by the best fighters! In truth it was probably his lack of actual battle experience. It was one thing to spend your time training your whole life, but quite another to actually be in one. "Should have summoned my weapon sooner too." Orion thought. He was forced to slow to a walk now.
Where was he now? Prince Orion didn't recognize this part of the streets. He was in an area of town he hadn't been too before. He knew he was somewhere in the back alleys, but he didn't know where the pub was. The alley was empty. Following it along, he rounded the corner and came to a complete stop. Tyrial stood with his four friends.
"Thank goodness your here sir. Were both hurt and are trying to get back to the pub. Which way do we need to go? She's hurt pretty bad." Orion would have added that they were idiots for trying to do this stupid mission, but at the moment that didn't seem the smartest thing to say.
Tyrail and his gang started forward and Orion watched him pull a knife out of his coat. "I said you'd pay for what you did to my hand. Two more deaths won't be missed by the order." He said with a grin.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 18, 2012 3:33:18 GMT -5
Sighing, Damien made his way through the crowd. Here and there, he bowled knights over to get out of his way. As he went, he searched for Raymund but the guy was nowhere to be found. He had seen the guy from yesterday blast his way just narrowly away from danger. He was carrying another recruit. This whole mission was suicide!
Running down a different path, Damien found himself once again caught up in a skirmish. If it hadn't been for the training he got and experience over the years, he would've had a much harder time at this. Well, he wasn't in his rank for nothing and it showed. He didn't seem to be breaking a sweat as he ran, bowling over people and killing knights if they were in the way.
"Get out of my way!" he snarled, slashing at any that were stupid enough to try and block his path. Thankfully, most seemed to back off in surprise before considering attacking him again. Damien didn't stick around to give them that opportunity as he continued to search for Raymund. Surely, there had to be some kind of leading authority around here somewhere? If anyone told Damien that guy with the hand injury was a leading figure, he would've laughed at them.
As he rounded a corner, he came up behind where Tyrial was. Damien didn't know the guy's name but he did manage to catch what was being said. His eyebrows rose with interest. Had he just arrived upon what sounded like insubordination? Damien didn't care for recruits but he knew the laws he had to abide by. Every recruit, even though he didn't trust them, was important. After all, what good was an organization without its followers? Besides, a lot could be accomplished with more people than just a handful.
"Hm...make him pay for what he did to your hand...two deaths wouldn't matter to the order, you say?" Damien spoke up from behind, loudly enough for them to hear him. "Why, that does sound like insubordination to me if ever I heard it...maybe I should report this to the four heads? Particularly, Ivan?" Damien stated, arrogantly allowing his left shoulder guard to show his emblem and therefore rank. His gaze was icy.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2012 12:27:57 GMT -5
Prince Orion was in the process of dropping the girl to the ground when he heard another voice. It was a familiar voice and it was speaking too Tyrial and his gang. Orion glanced up and watched Tyrial spin around. His eyes widened when he noticed the emblem on his shoulder. And just mention of the four heads made him and his friends gulp and take a step back.
"S...sir.... we um.... Run you fools!" Of course where would they run, Orion thought. Running towards Damien was probably much more dangerous then running towards Orion. Standing up, Orion watched them begin to run towards him. He was ready to summon his armor if he had to defend himself. But it appeared that it wouldn't be necessary. Orion watched a clear barrier like wall suddenly grow from the ground in front of the running fiends. Another clear wall grew between Damien and the fiends and a final wall fell on top of them trapping them in.
Tyrial turned around to face Damien and screamed, "We are valuable warriors of the order! What do you think you're doing!" Being trapped though Tyrial's shout was barely hear able, coming out as a whisper. The clear walls on the two sides suddenly shot towards each other! Orion had never seen a death like this before. It made him shudder as the two walls literally flattened Tyrial and his companions.
Orion definitely did not want to be on Damien's bad side after that! He looked at him with wide eyes astounded that someone could murder someone like that without a second thought!
"I hate to interrupt your pow wow but they were annoying." A voice said from above. Standing on the roof above where Tyrial and his gang were killed was the two elfs that Orion had run into the other day.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 18, 2012 15:01:33 GMT -5
Damien watched as the group took notice of him. When they spotted the emblem, Damien could see the whites of their eyes. They knew they were in serious trouble here. Of course, Damien wasn't going to kill them. He was just scaring them off. The mention of the four heads definitely intimidated them. Keeping poised and cool, Damien remained in place. One tried to feebly excuse themselves but they knew they were caught red handed here. No sooner had the one, that appeared to be their leader, tried excusing themselves or explaining, he ordered the others to run.
Damien had no intention of chasing after them. As they made to run, he expected that to be the end of it. However, something very strange happened. Something that Damien had no hand in. Suddenly a force field appeared in front of the group when they made to run toward that blondish white haired dude. Then, another wall appeared in front of Damin, blocking the other escape route. When that was done, more appeared until that group was officially boxed in.
Damien could do nothing but look on as the other shouted out to him. It was barely audible due to the force fields boxing the officials in. Hearing his words, Damien just shook his head. "I-!" he made to say that he hadn't done this when the walls closed in all around, eliminating the group. It was a grotesque scene.
When Orion looked out directly at him, Damien looked back at him with a very similar expression. Just who had gone and done a thing like that? "What the-?" he made to say. It was then that a voice overhead was heard. Looking upward, Damien found two elves perched upon the rooftop. Judging by what one of them were saying, they were responsible for the deaths of those men. Damien furrowed his eyebrows at them, unsure of whether they were friend or foe. Damien could very well think of them as a foe.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2012 17:43:57 GMT -5
Prince Orion watched the two leap down and land on the floor below like a cat. He eyed the one with the two swords more closely. Was he the one who had killed Tyrial? He didn't speak though, only the other elf did. "No one to you. Nothing but a passerby on a simple mission."
The blond elf turned towards Orion. "You two are injured. If it is alright my friend can heal you." Prince Orion didn't trust the elfs. Not after they had just killed Tyrial and the others. The blond elf walked up to the single wall that remained, holding the blood and smashed body parts in a single space. Touching the wall, the wall disappeared and the blood and guts fell to the floor with a splash.
Prince Orion turned to the girl. She needed medical attention more then he did. "Alright, but if you try to harm me or her..." Prince Orion left the statement blank. Let him think what he could do to him if he tried to hurt him or her. The elf with the black hair walked over to the puddle of blood and guts and dipped his hand in it. When he withdrew it, Prince Orion noticed that an orb of blood clung to his hand like a glove.
He started forward towards Orion who locked eyes with the black haired elf.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 18, 2012 21:17:09 GMT -5
As the pair of elves landed in the middle of them, Damien held his ground. For now, it seemed like they weren't about to do them harm. Still, Damien did not sheathe his weapon. In the midst of the chaos, only a fool would leave themselves unarmed. He could see one of the elves had two swords in his hands. Damien kept a watchful eye between the two of them. He didn't trust either of them and for good reason considering what they had just done to those men.
His eyes went to the one that spoke to him, saying they were nothing to them except passersby on a simple mission. Damien rose a brow at that. What mission could they possibly mean? Still, he didn't pry. It was then that the blond elf turned to where the recruits were, saying they were injured and that a friend could heal them.
The blond elf approached the flattened wall. A gruesome death if ever Damien saw one. He certainly wouldn't want to get smooshed like that either. As he stood there, the elf touched this barrier and it immediately desisted. The remains of Tyrial and his companions splashed onto the ground in an unsightly heap. Damien scrunched his nose at the sight of it before looking back up at the elves. After a moment, the whitish blond haired recruit finally spoke. He would permit the elf's friend to heal them but made it obvious with implications during his trailing off that should they prove otherwise then they would get it. Damien rose a brow at that. What could an injured man hope to do in that state? Never the less, he remained where he was for the time being to oversee what would take place.
Without another word, the elf with the dark hair approached the pool of blood and dipped a hand into it. Damien furrowed his brows wondering what the elf was doing. As he pulled his hand back out, an orb of blood had formed on the elf's hand as if it were some kind of glove. With that, the elf turned toward the recruit still standing. Damien watched warily. If this would be a fight, he was ready for it even if the odds seemed against them after seeing such an attack earlier.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2012 18:15:44 GMT -5
"Oh don't worry.... my friend... is a blood reaver. As long as his swords are not drawn he's harmless." The blond elf told Damien from the look on his face.
Orion watched the dark haired elf approach him and place the orb of blood on his shoulder. Prince Orion had to fight the reflex to step away. He felt the blood move along his shoulder and into the cut. He could feel the warmness as the blood joined with his own. The pain in his shoulder slowly subdued until only a tingling feeling was left. When the elf withdrew his hand the blood moved with it and the cut was now sealed. New tissue had grown in its place.
Next the black haired elf turned towards the fallen girl. He crouched and placed his hand in the middle of the large gash. Orion watched the blood travel down and spread over the cut. The elf leaned forward and mouthed a sentence into her ear but Orion did not hear what he said. It lasted only for a moment so Orion didn't have an opportunity to step up and ask what the elf was doing. Pulling his hand and standing back up, the black haired elf left the wound completely sealed.
He walked over back to his companion. "Thank you..."
The blond haired elf smiled and did a dramatic bow towards Orion. "Our pleasure sir!" It was a peculiar motion and one that made Orion step back. Why would he bow to him? Did he perhaps know that Orion was more then he seemed? If so it could mean trouble.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 19, 2012 19:44:18 GMT -5
Damien glanced at the blond elf as he spoke. Well, that certainly explained the blood that formed about the other's hand. Never the less, only a fool would believe them so easily. Damien remained suspicious for the time being. These elves, he didn't know them. If they didn't really mean harm then he wouldn't do them harm. He remained watchful. The recruits would not die under his watch if he could help it.
The dark haired elf placed the orb of blood on Orion's shoulder. The blood moved along the recruit's shoulder. When it receded, Damien could see that the injury was healed. Well, that proved for now the elves were being genuine. Still, after that display earlier, one had to be cautious. Just like Orion, the elf then turned to the unconscious girl. Just like Orion, the elf touched the injury with the blood and that cut too was healed. However, Damien couldn't help but wonder what the elf might have whispered into the ear of the girl before finally pulling away and standing up.
Silent, Damien watched as Orion thanked the elves. One of them bowed to Orion, stating it was his pleasure in a formal manner. Damien couldn't help but furrow a brow in puzzlement. Elves were definitely confusing creatures. "Forgive our caution...and...thank you for healing them." Honestly, Damien couldn't understand why he was thanking the elves. They had healed these recruits whom had been innocent in the scene he had happened upon earlier. However, they had killed a few of their number that had previously proved to be a threat to them. Their position here was rather puzzling.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2012 20:13:07 GMT -5
The black haired elf turned to the blond haired one. "It is done."
This caused the blond haired elf to smile even greater. "Good, good. Well goodbye now." Together the two turned away from them and leaped up onto the roof. Prince Orion watched them go with general confusion as they hopped from one rooftop to the next. Such a strange occurrence, it left him checking his head. The sound of the girl stirring caused him to look over her.
She was awake and scratching her head. Seeing White she suddenly punched him in the gut. "You dimwit! I almost died because of you." Prince Orion stepped back. How was it his fault that she had leaped in front of him to block the attack?! Prince Orion straightened just as she got back to her feet. Seeing Damien her eyes fell wide when she locked them on the crest on his shoulder. She dropped to one knee. "Sir! Forgive me my foolishness!" Prince Orion felt a sudden snap to his own knee that caused him to drop on one knee. What was Damien some sort of prince or something? That made Prince Orion slightly chuckle to himself. A prince bowing to a prince! His father would kill him if he saw this.
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