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| Lady Raven | Mar 21 2011, 03:48 PM Post #1 |
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Setting along the edge of the frightful and dangerous Marolian forest, the capital city of Zocar is the center of economy, learning, military function, and one favored meeting place for the Council of Free Worlds. Buildings are tall, and built for beauty as much as for functionality. Hover vehicles zip through the sky in multilevel patterns. The several walk ways both on ground level and attached to buildings are normally filled with people of all races.
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| DragoTheWise | Jul 1 2011, 05:04 AM Post #2 |
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A middle aged Zocarian rested in the mists of a dimly lit room. There were a few of his other kind about sitting on other tables drinking what they could get their hands on with what money they had. This one Zocarian had both of his lightly colored blue eyes open constantly scanning the room. He was not in danger, but did the action as just a precaution. His legs were propped upon the table and his chair leaned back against the wall behind him. His clothing was simple with a white long sleeved shirt, a lightly colored blue vest over the shirt, and a pair of black pants. His black boots matched these, but they were complimented by a black duster that touched the floor and split off on the back of the chair. His features were like that of a normal Zocarian though perhaps a bit rough. His hair was not as fine, but still long and colored in a shade of grey. It had a tail that was made on the back in the midst of the flowing hair. He took a shot glass up and took a small sip; he drank, but with modesty. A small trickle went down his pale colored face which he stopped by wiping away with his wrist. Closing his eyes, he gave sigh and ran a hand along his head and pointed ears; though, he was careful not to pull the small rings that were pierced on both ears. His hand kept going and down his side where he found the hilt of his blade.. "Ysse". It had a medium length with a curve that elegantly flowed. It was a bit broader toward the end, but the blade itself was nicely balanced. Its handle had blue and black wrappings and an etched complexity of art everywhere else. He loved his blade that he did not sleep or even relieve himself without it. It was his life. After all.. He was the Seventh Sword. Ravetha yawned and opened his eyes which looked upon the crowd again. He liked when there was not much trouble around during his relaxing moments. That was the great thing about Shy'nar... not much crime. Sure not all crime could be eliminated, but it was suppressed. Even if someone was to come barging in here making a mess of things, Ravetha would watch perhaps for a moment and continue to sip his drink. After they had a bit of fun, he would ask for them to stop, first polity. If they refused, then he would put a bit more force into the manner; however, the third time, there would be no turning back. They would be dead within seconds...Pity... That went for everyone in this room. If someone got in Ravetha's way, there was only so much he would tolerate. That was doing of a roguish attitude which Ravetha enjoyed greatly. His mind was interrupted with a rustling of a few beings coming through the door. His eyes scanned them from his dark corner. They were lightly armed ,and there were only three. One looked like a Var, another was a Kyran, and then finally a Zocarian. Their attire was rough suggesting mercenaries. Two had ranged weaponry while the other, the Zocarian, held a nice long sword of his own; though, it seemed very limited in use besides hacking. The trio sat down at a table already occupied by a man which they shoved off. They started loudly demanding drinks and what food could be bought with their current currency. Ravetha winced at their loud behavior, but tolerated it. He muttered under his breath softly a comment. Ah... For crying out loud. I was enjoying my peace. Well, as long as they do not do anything more foolish, they will not have to worry about my blade... The group were given the things they wanted. They quickly divulged everything that was given to them. Soon enough, their speech became slurred, and their minds became murky. They became louder and were more annoying that ever, but they did not do anything else... that is until... Yep, Ravetha saw it. One of the idiots placed his drunken eyes upon a woman tending to an older man. The two had been here before even Ravetha had entered. The woman was a young beautiful Zocarian who seemed to be helping her father get a small drink before the day was done. What a folly it was to bring her here, but having honor to carry out a father's wishes. It was the Kyran who started to stumble over to the two slurring some vulgar language. The father naturally moved in front of his daughter for protection. The Kyran just laughed at this old man and easily knocked him away. Ravetha shook his head, but just kept watching as he took another sip of his drink. Fools.. They are treading the line. The Kyran dragged the woman back to their table and sat her down forcefully onto a chair. By this time most of the occupants had left for their own lives, but not Ravetha. The trio started playing with the woman's hair and tried to touch her. They laughed and made jokes, but nothing serious was happening... yet. If there was Ravetha did despise, it was the lack of respect for woman. If they continued to go-.. His thoughts were broken again as one stood up and grabbed her while another kissed her forcefully. Then some... unpleasant things were starting to occur. Ok.. They crossed the line. With a raised voice, Ravetha called from his dark corner. Let the woman go...Now. Leave. The trio stopped their drunken act and looked at the specter that spoke to them. At first they thought they were seeing things, but the Kyran had a bit straighter of a head and confirmed that someone was indeed there. The Kyran shook his head and spat while the other two stood up with angered faces. No! I'm... not givin' this little one away. She's a lovely little thing that we are gonna play with! Predictable... Why must they always do this? Ravetha stood up slowly and placed his drink upon the table. He wiped his mouth and hands making sure to clean everything. Taking a few steps forward, his hand rested upon the hilt of his sword. His stance seemed ill, but currently he was in no danger. I will repeat myself, but only for once more for your drunken minds. Let the woman go.. Now. Leave. The trio thought that was hilarious. They thought Ravetha was just as insane as they were. The Kryan shook his head again and yelled with greater anger. No! Son of a...NO! How about you leave and we won't skin your neck? Ravetha gave out a sigh. The mercs had not even drawn their weapons but just stood there in a drunken state. With a slight smile Ravetha answered with a shrug. Well, let me think about this for just a moment... Maybe I SHOULD leave. There was a moment of silence and Ravetha's eyes moved about as if he was thinking deeply. Then he just looked the Kyran in the eye and spoke plainly. Nah, I'll make you leave. *The Var charged first at Ravetha which was suspected. The Sword simple spun to his right and drew his blade. As he drew his blade, he swung which landed lightly on the Kyran's left shoulder. Ravetha did not take much time before pulling his blade back and swung it in a horizontal manner across the neck. His left hand battered away the one bunch that the Kyran did try to send off. His attack sent black blood along the floor, and the Kryan fell. The Var charged again, being more in anger with his friend dead. Ravetha placed one hand behind his back and side stepped. The same trick did not work twice and the Var moved to him with his claws outward. Ravetha quickly spun his curved blade around and deflected the attack while his other hand flowed with the movement and gave a nice hit to the throat. This stunned the Var and gave Ravetha just a bit of time. Ravetha spun backwards swinging and was met with the Zocarian's blade. While these two were drunk, they still had some kick behind their attack. The Zocarian moved his blade horizontally which Ravetha blocked and then moved it so as to keep the flow of his movements solid. With his opponent wide open, he took his non-sword hand and grabbed the wrist of the Zocarian sword arm. With that being not in use, Ravetha elbowed the Zocarian to the face and followed through with two quick slashes across the chest. The Zocarian lost his grip upon his sword and fell into a nearby chair. Ravetha turned about and faced the Var who had recovered from the previous blow. To take down this brute, Ravetha decided to mix things up a bit. His thumb found a small switch upon his blade that activated the ability that the Ysse had. Along the whole blade, it went into a steady state as electrons flowed through the sword. It gave off a slight glow due to the intensity it bore; however, the Var seemed to not care and attacked regardless. With flowing movements, Ravetha dodged the first and then guided the second attack way with his other hand. Taking the flat of his blade, he hit the Var's right shoulder. He screamed in pain as the large amount of voltage shocked him. Usually, Ravetha would make the intensity high enough so as to kill a person with one simply stroke, or channel it at one person, but this time he wanted to cause some pain. He spun around to his right and hit the Var on his side then twisted the blade and hit under the armpit. By this time the Var was on his knees and breathing heavily. Electrical burns were all across his body which was in deep pain. Ravetha stopped for a moment, and looked at the Var and pointed the blade at his face.* See? You should have left... Now, Ravetha let the Ysse unleash itself upon its opponent. Streaks of purple lighting shot forth from the blade and covered the Var's body. His screaming did not last long as he soon fell over dead. Ravetha looked at the man with only slight pity. Putting back Ysse in its sheath, Ravetha looked for the woman, but she had fled with her father during the battle. Giving a sigh, Ravetha picked up his glass and finished his drink. He was getting tired of this place and wanted to find somewhere a bit quieter. Dusting himself off, he placed a few pieces of currency upon the bar and looked at the slightly shocked bartender. This should cover your... expenses. Good day. *Ravetha turned and left the place slowly without another thought of what had occurred. This time, he'll go up a few levels and try the park.. Yes... A nice shaded area in the park. That would be much better.* Edited by DragoTheWise, Jul 2 2011, 02:27 AM.
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| DragoTheWise | Jul 8 2011, 12:41 AM Post #3 |
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*Finally, sunshine, fresh air, and peace. That is what Ravetha loved when he was not sent off on some mission. He was sitting on a bench listening to the birds chirping while eating something a bit sweet. The park was busy with young children running about playing tag or another simple game. The adults were talking amongst themselves and keeping watch over their children. His eyes fell upon a young Zocarian boy playing by himself in a sandy pit. He seemed to be fine, but his face gave something else away. Maybe it was just the sand that covered the boy's face, but there were certain memories that were triggered by that young boy. In Ravetha's mind's eye, he past enveloped him as memories started to flood back... There he was... A tramp among the streets of some far off planet. Everyday was a test to survive these streets. He truly wished to be back on Zocar with friends and family... But he could not remember how he ended up here. There was a thought in his mind. He was some how supposed to be dead. Something told him this, but he knew not exactly why. Everyday as a child he tried his best to figure it out amidst the beatings he had to endure. It was his nature to give diplomacy first before anything else; however, after many failed attempts, Ravetha became less and less diplomatic in trying to get food and for survival. It was against his very nature, but what other choice did he have? This continued for some time until he was finally found and returned to Zocar. His childhood had been messed with. In some ways he really wanted to reason things out, but his other side would sometime take over in violent acts. It was something that he struggled with on a day to day basis. Even now he was regretting the way he handled the full situation just a few hours ago, but this was his personality. A less diplomatic Zocarian willing to step up and take immediate action. This has been shown multiple times to him, as both an advantage and disadvantage. Ravetha chocked for a moment as a bit of food had went down the wrong pipe. His memories were interrupted much to his thankfulness. He looked around for the young boy, but he had left. Ravetha gave a small sigh. He did not like when his mind wandered like that for he saw it as a weakness. It left him open and exposed allowing his mind to lose consciousness of his surroundings. This was something he still needed to suppress and control. Seeing that the sun was starting to set, he left the park and returned to his temporary logging where he hoped nightmares would not follow soon after.* |
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| Nupharazon | Dec 19 2011, 02:05 AM Post #4 |
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The streets of the capital city of Shy'nar were teaming with activity. They were a conglomeration of ever-changing masses. Nearly every species could be found at on Zocar, many of them frequenting the capital. There was one today, however, who was rarely to be found. Anywhere. Less than a dozen of them had ever been on this planet, let alone this city. The chaos of the everyday city life seemed to have no effect on him, as his liquid-black cloak seemed to emanate silence around him. Most did not even notice him. The busy layers of traffic passed by, most never seeing the figure melting out of the shadows. All that could be seen of his face was the dark grey chin with its single orange stripe down the center of it. But under his hood, his amber eyes memorized every street corner and took in every door and passageway. He turned onto a side street and waited.
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| Amaurea | Dec 19 2011, 02:37 AM Post #5 |
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Ooo how tasty -- interesting, how interesting. That was the word he was looking for. Well, it was ironic, kinda. The shady figure wasn't the only shady figure slipping in and out of shadows like they were blankets of darkness. To be honest, there were probably hundreds of shady figures on this silly planet, because well.. no one would suspect shady characters on this silly little planet. But that was ok. The reputation just drew them here like flies to an electric bug zapper. That was not to say they often got Zapped. Corrupt was this planet, and it was funny...at least to this particular shady character. Which didn't matter because that's not part of our story. This is: You're late. The voice almost seemed to come from no where, and everywhere at once. A light tapping would be felt by the invisible creature known to the few as Zephyar. If he were to turn, he'd only see two, bright, silver gray eyes peering back at him. Because this shady character was wearing a black cloak too. It wasn't nearly as concealing as the one wrapped around the Cloud's child though. Truthfully it didn't matter. This particular person didn't mind being found...he just didn't want to be found right this second by anyone other than the Zephyar. Hopefully he'd not found a blind one...though, he'd never met a Zephyar that was blind. but uh, that didn't mean they didn't exist right? |
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| Nupharazon | Dec 19 2011, 02:56 AM Post #6 |
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Nuees casually turned to his addressor, being met by two points of light in the darkness. "Late. I may be late now, but I can assure you the time will be more than made up for later. Besides, I believe it is you who is early." The lights didn't move, although they seemed now to be grinning in the darkness. This was, hopefully, the contact that Nuees was sent to for orders. Edited by Nupharazon, Dec 19 2011, 02:56 AM.
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| Amaurea | Dec 19 2011, 08:42 PM Post #7 |
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Early? EARLY???? No... this particular person was quite sure that the Zephyar was late. But it didn't matter. He'd let the little mortal think he was right. Wasn't he just such a nice person??? oh yes! Anywho. A smile could be seen standing out against the darkness as the shadows parted and the man lifted his hands and removed his hood. Pure white hair cascaded down over his ears and almost touched his shoulders. The Tanned skin of a Calvadorian, and the bright eyes of those native to the second planet in Alnar, peered at the Zephyar with amusement. But he wasn't truly Calvadorian...because he could speak. Sure, I was early, which made you late... but anyway. Suddenly the slightly playful tone turned serious and his expression fell from its grin, to no expression at all. I bring word from Secarius. You're to meet up with another of the Nine. He grinned again with a shrug of his shoulders. Apparently your people don't think a woman can handle a mission on her own...anyway. She's got more information for you that I don't have. Looking up at the sky he tilted his head with a thoughtful frown. And, judging from the weather, the rotation of the planet, and the price of chocolate, she should be here in a day or so... ya know, unless she was intercepted by Vantorians or something. Totally unlikely! How tense was this Zephyar? How ready was he to joke around? The not-Calvadorian wondered this as he regarded Nuees for a moment, with a skeptical eye. |
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| Nupharazon | Dec 20 2011, 11:52 PM Post #8 |
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The surprise of a talking Calvadorian was almost as great as the surprise of being ordered to meet with another of his kind for a mission. Nuees knew that both Ash and Cinder were almost as skilled a fighters as himself, and quite possibly faster. If two of them were to pair up, it meant that the Cloud-minders had made a big mistake. Or were scared. He kept his expression neutral, not letting the surprise of either event register on his face. Not that it mattered. His face was still concealed in his hood. This Minnye seemed to find himself funny, and Nuees could appreciate that. "I'm sure the weather, rotation of the planet, nor the Vantor could slow her progress if she didn't want them to." It didn't matter which of the female Zephyar it was that he paired up with. Both were excellent fighters. Both were of the Nine. Both were completely dedicated to the Cloud. In any case, these were orders to be looked forward to with anticipation. A chase worth participating in. Edited by Nupharazon, Dec 20 2011, 11:53 PM.
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| Amaurea | Dec 22 2011, 12:24 AM Post #9 |
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OOOo Well that was nice. He had confidence in his people. It seemed more so than his actual government, or priesthood, or ruling party or what ever the cloudlings called themselves. He honestly didn't care. Though, one could say that he didn't care much about anything. The Minnye, posting as a Calvadorian, that could speak shook his head with a slight chuckle. Regardless...fire benders and fire worshipers don't always get along...even though they should by definition. he steepled his fingers together. It was an annoying Minye habit. One of those things that might, some times, distinguish them from others that they were attempting to pretend to be. But what ever. He wasn't trying to hide. People on this planet just tended not to stair as much if you were tan, rather than blue. And they didn't ask so many bloody questions. Apparently Minnye were suppose to know everything. Well, they did, but still, who said they cared a bit about sharing that knowledge with some commoner on the street who was just curious about why the sky was blue...or orange... or red. or green, depending on what planet you were on. Certainly not this particular shady character. But, It comes to mind that if your superiors are sticking you with another of the Nine, apparently you two are going after one heck of a challenge. He grinned, wondering when the Zephyar would get tired of talking to him. I'd stay and watch, but I really don't care. With a wink he peered around, almost in a paranoid manner, as if waiting, or watching for something dangerous. |
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| Nupharazon | Dec 22 2011, 12:46 AM Post #10 |
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Nuees lifted two fingers to his lips in farewell, and turned from the Minnye. He had a good distance to cover to return to his ship. He could teleport over half the distance, but preferred to save his mental power and walk instead. He was eager to get more details on this mission. Most takes sent out were small challenged, but not actually hard or dangerous for one as practiced and experienced as one of the Nine. He continued through the streets. The build of the city had no real autonomy. It was a contrast of all the different species that dwelt there. One shop could be completely different from the one next to it. And Nuees was memorizing them all. Back at his ship, Nuees sent a message first to Secarius, letting his superiors know that he had met his contact. He sent a message secondly to Ash, guessing she was the one chosen to meet with him. She was a better fighter than Cinder, and if this task required two of the Nine, they would certainly choose the best. His message to her said nothing at all, knowing that if it were intercepted, no one would be able to interpret it. The only thing the message would mean to Ash was that Nuees was on Zocar, and ready to begin the chase. After a few hours with no reply, Nuees assumed that she was away from her ship for whatever reason. They didn't live in their ships, after all. Even the Nine enjoyed solitude and respite. It had been well over a year since he had been in the Cloud. The sights and sounds of the diverse universe were intriguing and stimulating, but none were so refreshing to him as his home planet. Edited by Nupharazon, Dec 22 2011, 12:52 AM.
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| Amaurea | Jan 22 2012, 12:39 AM Post #11 |
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Well that was kind of ... a quick exit. Oh well, Apparently he had somewhere to go, something to do, a thing called a responsibility...Minnye tented to stay away from responsibility as much as possible. like it was the plague. But anyway. The Calvadorian- that wasn't a Calvadorian- Watched as the Zephyar walked away, as the people swirled about him, as they clambered and talked, and yelled and chattered in the annoying fashion as most mortals. With a huge grin on his face, the Minnye suddenly opened his mouth and again preformed that action that NO Calvadorian was allowed to preform. he spoke. Loudly. Can you All SHUT UP! I'm Trying to be MUTE HERE!!!!! And so, leaving the others who had seen him and what they thought he was, freak out, scratch their heads and ...shut up, as he had commanded, the Minnye slipped away into the shadows, probably to assume a different form... but maybe not. But there was something else interesting....and worth snooping into. And Minnye liked snooping. Ash opened her eyes and looked around. Where was she? Hopefully not on some hostile planet. No... The people walking around her were certainly Zocarians. Good. She was where she'd hoped to end up. But, they were all dressed in clean white apparel. This was some kind of hospital. Why was she here? Ah yes, it all came back to her. The knife wound had suddenly burst with pain and her vision had become blurry. She'd managed to put the ship on autopilot to her next destination. How it managed to land itself with out her direction was beyond her...but she didn't want to think about that right now. A needle of some kind was sticking out of her arm, her wound was tightly bandaged up, and a portion of her upper arm was also wrapped lightly. Apparently they had shot her full of some kind of antibiotics. That was a good thing, she supposed. Excuse me... She rasped, in irritation at her parched voice. She never remembered needing this much water before leaving her homeworld. Maybe it was being away from the dry environment too long. She was beginning to grow soft. Where... am I? And so, the verbal exchange began, between her and the medics, about where, and what happened, and all those things that are typical to type here. That are typical to type he---wait. That had already been narrated. Either way, someone was watching with crisp golden irises. Silently in the background. He too was garbed in white medical robes but they probably weren't his. And it really didn't matter because he still wasn't blue. And now, he had another reason to pester the other Zephyar. Oh Joy! So, after memorizing where he was, the Zocarian- that wasn't a Zocarian- left the medical center in search of the Zephyar again.... and he was certain it wouldn't be long till he found---- oh lookey! A ship! Well how else was he going to get who was in it out....but to knock... on the side of the ship. So he did. |
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| Nupharazon | Jan 22 2012, 12:56 AM Post #12 |
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Nuees was crammed under the control panel of his ship, fine-tuning and cleaning. He had taken care of what little political matters he was to handle, and had nothing else to do until he made contact with his contact. As he was reconnecting the circuitry, there came a loud rapping sound on the outside of his ship. This was not a stray rock, meteor, or explosion. He might have been losing his mind, but Nuees first thought was that someone was banging on the outside of his ship. A lot. There was an incessant, rapid, and rather annoying knocking on the outside of his ship. It could not be his contact. No Zephyar could be that desperate, and if one was, it would simply teleport inside the ship. Anyone not a Zephyar had no business banging on his ship, and was probably not welcome. Nuees cleared his throat. "Hello?" There was no reply. The repetitive rhythm of the pounding continued. There was no way to see who the maker of this annoyance was, and there was no way Nuees was going to open up the door and invite him in. There was only one other option. Nuees finished wiring his controls, and then attended to the matter of the sound that had been carrying on for well over a minute now. In the next moment, Nuees was standing outside, facing his ship, dagger drawn under his cloak, and standing directly behind the culprit who had created this most inconvenient distraction. In front of him stood a Zocarian, who seemed determined to put a large dent in the outside of the Zephyar's ship. "Excuse me..." Edited by Nupharazon, Jan 22 2012, 01:03 AM.
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| Amaurea | Feb 18 2012, 02:57 AM Post #13 |
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Aww the warpy Zephyar thought he was so awesome with his ability to transcend time and stuff. But the Minnye -who was pretending to be a Zocarian- was telepathically tracking the Zephyar's movements, and thus, when he appeared behind him, he was already facing that direction, so that the Cloudling would be looking right into his elven face as soon as he emerged into molecular stability. With a Grin he spoke mockingly. Ah ha! late agai-- Wait a moment...he was rather kind of slightly to the right. Now, the Minnye was actually facing the wrong direction. But why? How in Zocar did that happen?! He was NEVER wrong! Well....the Zephyar had probably changed his mind in molecular transit. YEA! That was totally it, and that meant the Zephyar was indecisive, which was a side effect of several mental disorders, which probably meant he's breathed too much toxic fumes from his home planet...erm moon. It all started to make sense. But, whether it really did or not, it didn't matter. The Minnye's conclusion allowed him to determine that he was the other being's mental superior. And that was absolutely enough for the Minnye. Changing his position so that he was now facing the Zephyar full on, he cleared his throat and began again. Ah ha! late again! It probably didn't need to be said again, but then again, we had just discussed how mentally unstable the poor Zephyar was. He'd probably forgotten what the Minnye had started to say earlier, which was kind of sad, considering that all this narration happened within the span of a few milliseconds. It was a quick process...belittling others, for a Minnye anyway. With a blink of his very Zocarian eyes, he changed expressions rather quickly. Anyway, I suppose I'll forgive you again. There is an important -He cringed at the word- matter I need to discuss with you. His smile went into a seriously forced and absolutely painful flat line. Your contact, the other of your kind has arrived, and she's not in the best condition. You'll find her at the medical center on the western side of town...and ... well that's about it. Like shattering glass that had been thwacked several thousand times with a most massive sledge hammer, the Minnye's expression broke into a grin again, as if keeping a serious demeanor was terribly debilitating for him. But who knew... It probably was. like chocolate. |
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| Nupharazon | Apr 3 2012, 12:01 AM Post #14 |
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It didn't take long for Nuees to realize that this Zocarian was not a Zocarian at all. First was the glint in his eyes, then the extreme difficulty at saying anything serious, and finally, the silly grin that completely contrasted it's otherwise elegant face. Not only was this a Minnye, but it was the same one he had encountered earlier that had appeared as a talking Calvadorian. Although Nuees had a decent sense of humor, this annoyance was not apreciated. Especially with such a vague, yet important message. There was probably an entire report he was supposed to give, but couldn't keep his mind together long enough to remember it. Nuees face became slightly hostile in hopes of counteracting the completely silly one opposing him. "Alright Minnye, what is your name, and exactly where are you getting your information from? Why do I have any reason to trust you? Why would any of my superiors choose a Minnye to report to me anyway? It's an odd choice, don't you think?" Nuees didn't expect an answer to all of these, but maybe he could get one or two through to him. What he really needed to know was just what condition his contact was in, and how and when to get into contact with her. |
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| Amaurea | Apr 21 2012, 02:34 AM Post #15 |
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The Minnye peered almost in a confused daze, as he attempted to process all 72 of the Zephyra's questions. Were there that many? Why in the universe did anyone want to know THAT much about ---- oh, there were only four...plus one. YES, that was absolutely the right number of questions, AND IT WAS STILL TOO MINNY. He sorted them in his head, in order of importance. Well, of course the most important ones pertained to himself! Anyone with a functioning brain could have figured that out, however, we have already determined that the poor Zephyar didn't have a perfectly functioning mind. So, the Minnye figured he could forgive the guy, again. So, pertaining to the very last question- because regardless to whether or not it had anything to do with him, it was the last thing that had graced his superior mind. SO, the Minnye blurted out in rapid response. Of course It is! It's a very odd choice. I have much better things to do than talk to you pointy headed people... ahem. Ah, but you asked my name. That's a very good question. His eyebrows raised, and his voice became dark and mysterious. His golden eyes twinkled with countless secrets untold, and for that moment, he looked like one of the most sagely Zocarians anyone had ever fixated their eyes on- a compendium of all Zocarian knowledge. I am called Unanimous... for I have no name. A brief pause to let the lesser mortal comprehend him. As for where I've gotten the information, and why your superiors sent me to tell you anything... It's quite simple. They couldn't leave, and I happen to be in their.... er, They happened to be in my orbit, at the time like always... And despite yelling my head off when taking the shape of a Calvadorian, I'm rather covert most of the time. Coherent thought. It was so dull and annoying. He'd kept it up for a while, and he was about to start braking down again. So he played the mysterious card again to keep his mind occupied. The real issue is, only nine of you are allowed off Secarius... When in fact, There are about 12. He blinked his eyes once or twice, putting a delicate hand over his mouth as if he'd spoken too much. Then continued quickly, in a rushed, hurried tone. which-if-you-do-your-math-right-means-there-is-3-who-aren't suppose to be out here... An odd solemnity had settled upon him, a dark shroud that was utterly and completely wrong anywhere near his presence. After the unnatural chill had subsided, as quickly as it had came, the Minnye cleared his throat, grinned an over exaggerated grin and finished his speaking. And! that's all you get for free! With those words, sharply contrasting the last few, he clapped his hands behind his back, tilted his head ever so slightly, and stood, fidgiting with his feet on the ground under them, as if standing still was just as painful as being serious. Obviously this situation was making him restless. But whether that was because he was nervous was unknown. It was probably just withdraws, from something shiny. |
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| Amaurea | Nov 11 2012, 07:25 PM Post #16 |
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A knock resounded at the door and the stately Zocarian woman stood to her feet with a scowl. No one was suppose to bother her while she was at home. This was time to relax her mind from the day's politics, perhaps spend some time with her children...at least the one who was still here, and sleep, ideally. She'd purposed to call her daughter who was away at the time. Already having put her younger child, Aundray to bed. So, she found herself pausing in her attempt to contact her other child, to stand and answer the knock. Her hand keyed in the code to unlock the secure door. It slid open into the wall. Nothing was on the other side. Must be an annoying child's prank... Good evening Councilor. Her dark hair flew behind her as Aderr spun round to meet the dark oily voice which had slipped into her hearing. Her deep maroon eyes widened at the sight. What the cloaked creature lacked in height, he made up for in simple menace. She took a slow step back from he fiery red-gold eyes peering into her and attempted to collect herself from her startlement. Hello, can I help you? She asked in a forced voice, attempting to remain firm. Her eyes narrowed on the being and she crossed her arms, awaiting his reply. The chill of his voice had worn off, and she felt ready for his next on-slot of words. She wasn't. Absolutely. The voice said as he slowly reached up two black clawed, ashen white hands to remove his hood. The same ashen pallor would greet the woman in his face. The horns crowning each side of his head were glinting black, the color of which dripped down his face in strange symmetrical patterns. With no other conclusion presenting itself, the creature was clearly a Zephyar. Hopefully this would give the woman reason to believe running would be useless. What is the location of your daughter? She might be in considerable danger. He watched the woman hesitate. His fiery orbs trained on her quizzically as he took a few gliding steps toward her. Speak quickly. Time is of the essence. Aderr flinched slightly at the bizarre creature before her. She knew of the Zephyar but that didn't mean she'd seen one before. Now, she was glad she hadn't. They were strange, stranger even than the Carlanii. Taking another cautious step back, she spoke skeptically. What sort of danger is my daughter in, and why should I tell you? I can assure you she's quite safe where she is and we won't have any problem defending her. Defensiveness had crept into her voice, and she didn't know why. Normally, she was very level headed when it came to such things. Normally she could get someone into a conversation and lean their motives before they even realized what was happening. But at once, this creature had put her on edge. Such hostility... He whispered, remaining where he was, at a few feet distance from her. There are very powerful people who want her... life. I've been asked to find her, by her father. He said, looking up at her with purpose behind his eyes. There was no mark of deceit. The Zephyar wasn't lying. He obviously doesn't have faith in my ability to protect my family. Aderr smiled a deceptive smile and shook her head, closing her eyes and lowering her expression to a contemplative one. He never did. He could never see. I know.... The creature said, softer this time, almost affectionately. He noted that the woman's frame had become tense and rigid. He'd get no useful information out of her. It was time to leave. Unfortunately, he also requested a few other things. He said, making no attempt to hide the ice which had formed over his voice. And she turned to the door. Her eyes dilated. Typical. He was gone, and there again, standing before her, between her person and the exit. Please don't Run. It's pointless. A quickly beating heart makes for a bigger mess. What else did he ask of you? The Zocarian asked, finally showing the frantic nature which had been clawing at her mind for the past few minutes. Where is he now?! He asked me to end you, and any trace of your influence. He said calmly. A thin smirk curved at his lips. Naturally I started with him first. You've been avenged madam. Aderr's face became as white as her adversary's. She swallowed and took a step away from him, further within the house. Any trace?.. meaning... You're immediate family. No one else. Don't worry. Her eyes widened and she turned her head and screamed her son's name, over and over again. Perhaps he would awaken. She began to tell him to run, to shout at him before he came down the stares. He can't hear you. The Zephyar whispered. For Zocar's sake! He's only a child! She nearly wailed at him, tears finally brimming in her eyes. Was, he was only a child. Regardless, children grow up. Their potential for extreme good, and extreme evil is unlimited. You're husband clearly saw the later in Aundray's future. Who am I to question a client? More for his own honor than the woman's understanding, he had to let her know he knew her son's name. That was very important to him...to all of The Nine. It kept them from being merciless killers. Even now, he would have to remind himself of just how detestable taking life was....after he was finished with this one before him. Now, if you're not going to aid me further, I'm afraid I'll have to cut this conversation short. If your daughter is as secure as you say she is, it will take time to complete my mission. He was behind her in less than a second. His strong right arm came round her and held her securely. He was wrong. He said softly to her. You do care about others Aderr. When you reach the cloud, tell them Glass sends his regards. A flash of silver, the spray of blood, the thud of a limp, lifeless body. Just as he must know his victim's names if at all possible, he felt it only proper, they also knew his name before the end. But he was finished here. Glass was gone. Edited by Amaurea, Nov 11 2012, 07:34 PM.
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