Than
Fae
Apprentice
"Society is flawed without coruption to drive it"
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Post by Than on Jul 28, 2010 15:40:37 GMT -8
Than stared up at the Daemon, "Take him," Than hissed as he swung his free foot around and slammed it hard against Auspice's face before jerking his foot free and standing up. "I regret to inform you, Auspice, that our meeting must be postponed until a later date, good bye," Than said as he brushed off his traveler's cloak before snapping his fingers and causing the remaining soldiers to disappear into the shadows. "It seems you've successfully managed to cut the size of my army dramatically, I commend you," the night elf said with sarcasm dripping off of his tongue like spittle, but the sad part was that it wasn't a lie, he said it begrudgingly, but he had envied the Daemon's skills, her ease in the kill. He then snapped his fingers again and Alastor walked up from the shadows, "Alastor, go see to it that everything is in order."
As the shifter disappeared into the shadows Than turned his attention to the Daemon, "Now, if you don't mind I really best be leaving, I have to many wheels turning to stop now." He then walked off towards the end of the alley, "you see, I am not here to merely brandy crooked words with a foolish pigeon who believes that his intentions are unknown to his... 'target'," Than smirked as he tore a torch from the wall beside him and stared into it, "I really am sorry, but I've got places to be, villages to burn, pigeons to feed toxic crumbs." A thin smile crossed his lips here as he stared at the shifter, this was the last time they would interfere, his eye flickered up, not a noticeable flicker, but the did flicker to the Pine Marten who hid in the shadows of the gutter of the building on his right.
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Auspice
Shapeshifter
Awakened
Posts: 100
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Post by Auspice on Jul 28, 2010 16:04:26 GMT -8
The elf was slipping away through his fingers again, just like the Boil. Auspice couldn't have it. He hadn't even scooped himself up to a sitting position when he started to yell. "You son of a bitch! Get back here! Fight me, you prostitute's son! Bastard! You've got not father, Than! I'm not letting you walk off like this again! Not this time! Look at me! Look at me you pathetic waste of Fae life!" What greater insult was there, than one against a man's father? Eh? Truth be told, Auspice was in bad shape. He could already feel the blood running down his face; probably just a nosebleed, maybe a broken nose. What was he going to do to Than? He didn't even have a proper weapon. Calandra would probably keep him from doing anything. Hell, Calandra hadn't discussed politics in front of him too much, maybe she supported Than's little crusade. Maybe she'd stop her little pet from cutting him open.
That was all he was anymore? A little pet pigeon who'd gotten out and gone hunting without permission? Heck, Auspice hadn't even had time to place a convenient knife. He needed to kill Than, but he didn't have the means to do so.
This desperate mental state went a long way in explaining why Auspice so suddenly burst into laughter. "That's right, Than. Your mother might find your father if she checks the dates on her record books. Does a little math?" He'd stumbled to his feet, rather drunkenly, and was already headed after the Elf, very nearly hysterical.
What a sight he must have been making, eh? A dirty, bloody Shifter stumbling off after a foe who could very easily kill him, ignoring the advise of a very kind master, laughing all the while. "Maybe he was Human. Is that what you're afraid of? A changeling father who used to be Human? You have no trouble killing them, I've noticed. Surely you hate them. So very, very much. Yah?"
Honestly, Auspice didn't care what kind of scene he was making anymore. He just had to make it.
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Calandra
Daemon
Sleeper
Game Over.
Posts: 77
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Post by Calandra on Jul 28, 2010 16:59:59 GMT -8
Calandra watched Auspice stumble forward and start to yell with a raised eyebrow. She was going to let him go after the elf before Loki landed on her shoulder and spoke in a harsh whisper, "Stop him, or you'll have a dead pigeon as a slave."
The daemon nodded, sheathed her weapons, and jogged after the shifter. "Sorry Auspice," she murmured and spun him around. The daemon let her fist shoot forward and connect soundly with the other's jaw, hitting him hard enough to knock him out but not enough to break his jaw.
Calandra didn't envy him for the bruises and headache he would have when he woke up. But at least he wouldn't be slaughtered by some elf. Speaking of which, who was he? She knew that Auspice was an assassin, but how had a man with this many followers escape her notice?
"Loki, just who was that man? I feel like I've heard of him, but I may be wrong." Calandra spoke, watching the night elf leave. She held Auspice upright, figuring that even if he wasn't unconscious, he was in no shape to stand.
Loki grimaced and narrowed his eyes. "The bitch? His name is Than, he’s in charge of an army called the Green Flames. Seems hell-bent on a revenge scheme of some sort or another, had a lot of followers before you came, not so much now." The will-o'-the-wisp shrugged, launching himself off of the daemon's shoulder. "He's dangerous. Fear powers, so you can never look in his eyes."
He glanced around irritably. "Used it on the pigeon, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Cares nothing for the balance or losing the lives of his men. Kills without reason."
Calandra nodded, pursing her lips. "I'll tell Gabriel about it when we get back. For now, let’s just get this ass out of here."
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Than
Fae
Apprentice
"Society is flawed without coruption to drive it"
Posts: 174
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Post by Than on Jul 28, 2010 19:06:04 GMT -8
Than walked off down a narrow alley to where a solid brick wall crossed his path with an old, crumbling brick in it's center. He stood there for a second until the scraping of tiny paws reached his ears and a black shape dropped off of the roof on his left and shifted into Alastor, "I can only assume that everything went according to plan?" Than looked at the shifter then with a thin smirk, "All to well, that fool suspects nothing of what's really happening around him," the night elf then reached into the pouch that was attached to his belt and retrieved some more of the powder he had used earlier and sprinkled onto the flame from his torch. "All the old familiar haunts," he said as he took a fuse from the wall on is left where it was disguised as a vine and lit it with the torch. The green flame then rushed down the fuse and into the open door of an abandoned warehouse whose wall ran along the alley he had previous engaged the crackpot in a biting match in.
Suddenly the warehouse was gone in a cloud of shrapnel and smoke, dust rose in swirls and what little was left of the structure was covered in green fire. Crates of random junk lay smoldering or in full flame as the fire continued to burn and terrified shrieks filled the air as the alarm bell split Suddenly the sound of thundering hooves raced toward them and stopped outside the alley. One solider noticed the fuse and followed it down the alley to wear it stopped suddenly, but nothing else stirred in the alley except some dust around the base of the far wall. The man then tilted his head slightly and shook his head before returning to his battalion as they went to investigate the burning pile of ruble, "Any leads?" "Fires the same as the other one, some are saying it's some deranged night elf who s leading an army through the city." "You don't really think that's true do you?" "What? That a night elf could infiltrate our city with an entire army and not be caught, of course not." "Still, seven buildings destroyed, 28 men , women, and children dead, it's more than just a coincidence."
AS the chatter continued on around the ruins, Than and Alastor made their way along a very narrow hallway behind the brick wall at the end of the alley. Small torches lined the halls every so often, allowing just enough light for them to see to make it through the hall to a small door and into a medium sized room with a table in it's center. A map sprawled out across the table and a mismatched group of characters sat around it discussing military strategy as their leader entered. "Ahem," Than coughed lightly to get their attention before continuing, "Tonight Calandra arrived to take back a shifter who is apparently her bitchslave, back and managed to kill several of our men, not that that's a set back for an army like ours, we still have well over a hundred more well and able men now that Farence has returned with recruits. Our problem is that the Daemons now know that we exist and are most likely going to do more research, but if we set the wheels in motion now we may be able to avoid any repercussions. But, we must move quickly, we have to move out tonight, we must take Saranti by sunset on the fourth day or else the plan runs the risk of being ruined by other parties," he then pulled an empty chair out from around the table and sat down, time to plan.
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Auspice
Shapeshifter
Awakened
Posts: 100
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Post by Auspice on Jul 29, 2010 2:23:50 GMT -8
Auspice managed a hazy sort of half consciousness, and caught himself shifting halfway. He was in no shape to get back to his human form, but there was no way he was letting himself turn into a pigeon just yet.
Shorter, lighter, his halfway form would be a little easier to carry, at least. It wasn't much to look at: it was mostly a sickly, feathery version of his human shape.
He was hardly in the mood for talking, but he did so anyways. He couldn't help but mumble what was on his mind through the sticky mess that had once been his 'face'. "Ifyou'dkilledthebastardhewouldn'thavedeclaredwaronyourdaemons." Something was wrong. Than played the whole field, didn't he? He wouldn't just leave Calandra and Auspice like that. He'd want them dead. He always went out of his way to clean up threats, didn't he?
"It's not safe here." The Shifter startled, hardly thinking straight, but still looking out for his own survival. He pulled Calandra back to the boxes, assuming they would at least would block some shrapnel.
Then the bombs hit.
Auspice fainted, under the impression that Calandra would sit it out and have no trouble dragging an unconscious pigeon back home. He'd done his job, hadn't he? He was done. Than could wait for another day. The Daemons wanted his blood too, now. Somebody would kill the worm.
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Calandra
Daemon
Sleeper
Game Over.
Posts: 77
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Post by Calandra on Jul 29, 2010 13:22:35 GMT -8
Calandra looked curiously over Auspice's half-form, adding it to the list of strange things shifters seemed capable of. Then he proved himself conscious enough not only to speak, but to drag her away from a set of bombs that Than had no doubt set off.
He had dragged her behind some boxes, most likely in hope that they would stop the shrapnel. They didn't. Calandra was faced with the split-second decision on how to save Loki, Auspice, and herself from being either maimed or killed.
In that split-second the daemon made the choice to use her wings. She let them shoot out in front of her, forming a kind of feathery shield wall that covered Auspice, who sat in front of her, and Loki, who sat curled tightly around her neck.
The shrapnel hit hard, tearing into her wings with agonizing speed and Calandra heard herself yelp and whimper softly in the pain. Darkness clouded her vision, which the daemon fought with trained efficiency.
She felt the shock starting to come on as she let her wings fall limply on either side of her. She didn't try to stand, that would have been too much at the moment, but the three of them were more or less safe, and the bombs had run their course.
"Loki?" Calandra asked shakily. "How bad is it?" Loki slid to the ground and hurried to pluck the shards from the daemon's wings, checking the damage in the process. "You won't be flying. For a long time maybe." He said carefully, annoying smile for once not in place. "It's bloody, there will be definite scarring..." Calandra cut him off, "You know I don't care about that," she snapped, pain making her voice sharp and growling. "Sorry,” she added, voice softening slightly, “Keep going." Loki did, doing his work quickly and carefully. "Final judgment? While you won't be flying for a while, you probably saved our asses. Your wings are pretty mangled, but they'll heal soon enough."
Calandra nodded mutely, turning the more painful left wing gingerly to inspect the damage. It was bloody, almost covering the majority of her dusky gold feathers, but it was already stopped, a good sign to say the least.
The daemon stood unsteadily, dragging Auspice up with her as she started to head out of town.
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