(Death conquers all)
Ferrin, Colt and
Claire ("Give me the damn narrative. You are a terrible storyteller.") Yeah, heeloo, Ferrin here. I was going to let the other guy tell the story, but he is a terrible lazy (and terribly lazy) writer and is currently claiming writer's block, (which is bull) so I am going to pick up where he left off. Anyways...where was I? Oh yes. Three days before everything changed...
I woke out of a blissfully deep sleep to someone who apparently had death wish shaking me and saying my name.
"...in. Ferrin. Wake up. Hey, wake up. It's almost noon." I shifted slightly and cracked an eye open to see the face of the person I was about to kill.
Oh wait.
It was the Twin.
Damn.
I closed my eye and hoped they would give up and leave me be. No such luck. They kept up their determined attempts to convince me that killing them would be a really good idea. Eventualy, the other one got frustrated.
"GET UP YOU LAZY BUM!" She shouted. I heaved a soggy mental sigh.
I hate mornings.
"I am awake, I am awake." I said. Or, tried to. It came out more like
"Mmmamske..." Finaly, the shaking stopped, but it was too late. I was awake.
I extracted myself from the blankets and my coat that I wrapped myself up in. I sat up and turned a bleary-eyed glare at the violator of my beauty sleep.
"Oh, good you're up." Blue-eyed Colt said, cheerfuly, with a smile. The kid's eyes suddenly did something weird. They changed color. From a dark blue to a blood red hue. The eyes were not the only change, though. The pleasent smile was replaced by a deep scowl, and the voice change just slightly, to a higher pitch.
"About damn time! Claire shouted. Blue eyes, and a gentle, brotherly frown.
"Sis, watch your language." He chided. Red eyes.
"I can f****** cuss as much as I want!" She shouted. Blue eyes. Colt winced,
"I didn't say them, but the words still tasted foul." Red eyes.
"Foul?! I'll show you foul! She said, them she let loose with an explosive string of expletives that I am NOT going to put down.
"How lady-like." My sleep-fogged brain said without consulting the logic portions. She swung her ruby gaze on me. Oops.
Fortunately whatever she was going to say was cut out by Colt's timely interruption. He took control of their shared body and put his hand to his temple. My telepathy wasn't funtioning, so I missed whatever she said, but judging by Colt's reaction, it was pretty bad.
"Sorry." Colt said breifly. I grunted, too tired to verbalize any complex sentences. He moved away, slightly, his eyes unfocused, probably arguing with Claire.
You probably are wondering why I keep mentioning the eyes. No? Well, too bad I will tell you why anyways. Its just a habit I developed at a young age. "The eyes are windows to the soul." Is very a very wise saying. I have found that watching people's eyes can give you insight (Pun intented) to what they are thinking, a hint to what they are going to do next, maybe a blink if they are lying. That habit, combined with the way I tower over most people, and the fact that I wear a big coat tends to intimidate people. I try to smile and joke, but I do not have a face for smiling. Something to do with the several faded scars, probably. But I digress.
I stood up and streched, squining against the bright sunlight, trying to think, and failing. I needed coffee, a big, steaming mug of holy mocha. Then I remembered that I was out of beans, low on money, and up to my neck in trouble.
Dammit, I hate mornings.
Colt walked over, apparently their argument was over.
"So what now?" He asked. I scowled and tried to think through the coffee-less haze.
"First, I need more information. I think I have an idea of what they are after, but I need the how, when, why, and where of it." I said. Too many syllables.
"Do you have something in mind? A way to find out what you need to know?" He asked.
"Yeah." I responded. Better. I grabbed my coat and put it on.
"The ring. Oh, god. I sound like Valak.
"I have it right here." He said, as he pulled it off his finger and held it out to me. I resisted the sudden ridiculous urge to snatch it and hiss "My Precious."
Man, I get loopy when I'm tired.
I took it an put it on, feeling the enchantmant put on it envelope me. I sartes to walk away and said,
"You stay here, I will go into town and ask some impertinent questions to hopefully get some pertinent answers." With that, I headed into the city.
Valak Solidor
White Knights and Black Stars
Valak sneezed.
How unusual. He thought. He looked around the interior of the train, habitually assessing everyone and everything for potential dangers. He took note of one person, most of their face and body hidden behind the newspaper they appeared to be reading. And another, weaing a big roomy cloak with enough room to hide a weapon and his hood up, who seemd to be asleep. To most people, they seemed innocent enough.
But you could never be certain.
One person that caught his attention was a sword-toting brown-haired man, staring out the window, on the far end of the car. Valak didn't seen anything unusual about him, but simply because he had a visable weapon, Valak decided to keep an eye on him.
His dispassionate, roving gaze fell upon his new companions. The shapeshifter-dragon-girl, Mithera, and the duo, Joslyn and Zen. The strength of their magic was yet to be seen, so he couldn't accurately judge weather thay would be an asset or a hinderance. He studied the pair, disturbingly intently, and with a slight amount of distrust.
@Burthstone (And whoever else)