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Double posting, again? My oh my, what ever are we to do with you Vicier?
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1 hour later...
Tichondrius had left the complex in no great hurry, his daemon in tow, his materials left abandoned in his workshop. Truth be told he rather enjoyed the time spent with the petite girl of white, but he had other matters to attend to and couldn't spend the whole day cooped up in doors. There were pressing matters to attend to and as much as he longed to relax and spend time with friends, be they old or new, his duties would never simply go away. "She seemed rather nice, did she not?" a familiar voice crept into his mind, reminding him of his most loved companion and closest friend who currently hung from a strap draped over his shoulder. "I suppose she did," Tichondrius thought in response, eliciting a soft 'hmph' from Jin. Jin, as much as Tychus had valued it, could become a bit of a nuisance when it came to relationships with humans. Jin fancied itself some sort of matchmaker and it was something that Jin once amused himself endlessly with after learning that Tichondrius was of a sexuality that did not limit him to a singular gender of interest. After a few months of bitter grumbling between the two of them, they had agreed that Jin was to only offer an avenue to talk, but was not to harp on whether Tichondrius should pursue a mate or not. Jin's understanding of this was what left the topic of Rin decidedly brief. Hopefully it would stay that way.
"You certainly take your time," A voice that filled the space around its source called out to Tichondrius, drawing his eyes to the familiar though uninviting sound. Thok emerged from the shade of the art complex, marks engraved in the wall from where his antlers had been grinding into probably for the better part of the morning. "Morning," Tychus signed toward Thok, who nodded in reciprocation. "Is that a touch of lust I smell?" Thok questioned, moving closer to Tichondrius, the scent of aged leather filling his nose as the bony familiar leaned in, performing a faux sniff as if he could actually smell any inkling of sin within Tychus. "Perceptive as always," Jin's voice whispered through Tychus, the words venomous. "Ah yes," Thok's skeletal face contorted ever so slightly, as if trying to smile at the hunter, "Lust is it? Such a common smell..." Thok brushed a bony hand along his navy blue suit, as if trying to push off dirt, "Especially in this hub of pubescent humans." The scent of aged leather slowly turned into that of sulfur, a sign of disgust by Thok. He had no distaste for sin though, for sin was what birthed and fueled him. He was an incarnation of he nine sins, the four prongs on each antler an homage to the core sins, the two antlers together a representation of the root of sin, Pride. He was a being endlessly amused by the sin of humanity though even in a zone flooded with teenagers, it was almost like a sensory overload for the daemon. His general disposition against humans certainly contributed to the distaste of this academy as well, that was sure.
"So, what is it that you need today?" Tichondrius swiftly signed toward Thok, who loomed over him, standing at just shy of seven feet tall, eight if his antlers were taken into account. Thok clasped his bony hands together, letting out a barely audible huff, "I was becoming worried you'd never ask. I need to feed and I can smell a B class roaming the forests just beyond Aulani. It reeks of greed. I simply must have it." If Thok had the glands to do so, he'd be salivating as he spoke of the daemon, the empty sockets where eyes once may have been glowing sanguine, a sort of malevolent bloodlust emanating from him. Thok was a distinctly unique deamon, the sin incarnations being a class all of their own. Thok was a particularly powerful daemon in his own right, only being outclassed by the greatest of daemonkind. The S classes, such as the leviathan that Tychus's father once commanded. Though what made them especially distinct among daemons was not their power, but their insatiable hunger. The sin incarnates exclusively feasted on the most sinful of men and the daemons of who strongly embodied any particular sin. Most daemons held the common decency to not prey upon one another, but the Sin Incarnations held no such loyalties. "Very well," Tychus signed, looking from his follower to the lake they were passing by. It was a lake his friend's younger sister was often found by, a lake that held many secrets, a lake that was deeply valuable to his family name. Deep within the lake were caverns that were said to reach down to hell itself and within the lake is where the Leviathan emerged, the very one that Tychus's father Mathew formed a contract with. Twenty-six years for a familiar that was unmatched by any other at the time. A bargain in the eyes of most hunters. What had happened to the Leviathan after Mathew's death was anyone's guess. It very well could have been slumbering deep within the lake's caverns as it once did. Tychus had not the stomach to find out and doubted he ever would.
"Dare I say I taste something sweet as honey lingering in the air..." Thok whispered, an impossible grin crawling across his face as he motioned toward the tree Tristan frequented, her presence as well as that of another student and their familiars visible to Tychus and Thok, "How very.. riveting..." Tichondrius shot a glare at the daemon, his steel gray eyes colder than the depths of the lake. "Keep your thoughts to yourself," Tichondrius signed, giving a glance toward the two, the thought of dropping by to 'say' hello running through his mind. Another time perhaps, Tychus decided, forcing himself to remain aware of Thok's need to feast lest he recreate an incident in Tichondrius's second year. Tychus was still bearing the guilt that came with Thok devouring a fellow hunter's daemon before the very hunter's eyes. It had been a messy, gruesome affair, one that gouged Tychus's reputation and expunged years from the hunter's life. It was best to feed Thok and let him go about whatever he did when Tychus wasn't watching. It was to everyone's benefit that way.
Tichondrius had left the complex in no great hurry, his daemon in tow, his materials left abandoned in his workshop. Truth be told he rather enjoyed the time spent with the petite girl of white, but he had other matters to attend to and couldn't spend the whole day cooped up in doors. There were pressing matters to attend to and as much as he longed to relax and spend time with friends, be they old or new, his duties would never simply go away. "She seemed rather nice, did she not?" a familiar voice crept into his mind, reminding him of his most loved companion and closest friend who currently hung from a strap draped over his shoulder. "I suppose she did," Tichondrius thought in response, eliciting a soft 'hmph' from Jin. Jin, as much as Tychus had valued it, could become a bit of a nuisance when it came to relationships with humans. Jin fancied itself some sort of matchmaker and it was something that Jin once amused himself endlessly with after learning that Tichondrius was of a sexuality that did not limit him to a singular gender of interest. After a few months of bitter grumbling between the two of them, they had agreed that Jin was to only offer an avenue to talk, but was not to harp on whether Tichondrius should pursue a mate or not. Jin's understanding of this was what left the topic of Rin decidedly brief. Hopefully it would stay that way.
"You certainly take your time," A voice that filled the space around its source called out to Tichondrius, drawing his eyes to the familiar though uninviting sound. Thok emerged from the shade of the art complex, marks engraved in the wall from where his antlers had been grinding into probably for the better part of the morning. "Morning," Tychus signed toward Thok, who nodded in reciprocation. "Is that a touch of lust I smell?" Thok questioned, moving closer to Tichondrius, the scent of aged leather filling his nose as the bony familiar leaned in, performing a faux sniff as if he could actually smell any inkling of sin within Tychus. "Perceptive as always," Jin's voice whispered through Tychus, the words venomous. "Ah yes," Thok's skeletal face contorted ever so slightly, as if trying to smile at the hunter, "Lust is it? Such a common smell..." Thok brushed a bony hand along his navy blue suit, as if trying to push off dirt, "Especially in this hub of pubescent humans." The scent of aged leather slowly turned into that of sulfur, a sign of disgust by Thok. He had no distaste for sin though, for sin was what birthed and fueled him. He was an incarnation of he nine sins, the four prongs on each antler an homage to the core sins, the two antlers together a representation of the root of sin, Pride. He was a being endlessly amused by the sin of humanity though even in a zone flooded with teenagers, it was almost like a sensory overload for the daemon. His general disposition against humans certainly contributed to the distaste of this academy as well, that was sure.
"So, what is it that you need today?" Tichondrius swiftly signed toward Thok, who loomed over him, standing at just shy of seven feet tall, eight if his antlers were taken into account. Thok clasped his bony hands together, letting out a barely audible huff, "I was becoming worried you'd never ask. I need to feed and I can smell a B class roaming the forests just beyond Aulani. It reeks of greed. I simply must have it." If Thok had the glands to do so, he'd be salivating as he spoke of the daemon, the empty sockets where eyes once may have been glowing sanguine, a sort of malevolent bloodlust emanating from him. Thok was a distinctly unique deamon, the sin incarnations being a class all of their own. Thok was a particularly powerful daemon in his own right, only being outclassed by the greatest of daemonkind. The S classes, such as the leviathan that Tychus's father once commanded. Though what made them especially distinct among daemons was not their power, but their insatiable hunger. The sin incarnates exclusively feasted on the most sinful of men and the daemons of who strongly embodied any particular sin. Most daemons held the common decency to not prey upon one another, but the Sin Incarnations held no such loyalties. "Very well," Tychus signed, looking from his follower to the lake they were passing by. It was a lake his friend's younger sister was often found by, a lake that held many secrets, a lake that was deeply valuable to his family name. Deep within the lake were caverns that were said to reach down to hell itself and within the lake is where the Leviathan emerged, the very one that Tychus's father Mathew formed a contract with. Twenty-six years for a familiar that was unmatched by any other at the time. A bargain in the eyes of most hunters. What had happened to the Leviathan after Mathew's death was anyone's guess. It very well could have been slumbering deep within the lake's caverns as it once did. Tychus had not the stomach to find out and doubted he ever would.
"Dare I say I taste something sweet as honey lingering in the air..." Thok whispered, an impossible grin crawling across his face as he motioned toward the tree Tristan frequented, her presence as well as that of another student and their familiars visible to Tychus and Thok, "How very.. riveting..." Tichondrius shot a glare at the daemon, his steel gray eyes colder than the depths of the lake. "Keep your thoughts to yourself," Tichondrius signed, giving a glance toward the two, the thought of dropping by to 'say' hello running through his mind. Another time perhaps, Tychus decided, forcing himself to remain aware of Thok's need to feast lest he recreate an incident in Tichondrius's second year. Tychus was still bearing the guilt that came with Thok devouring a fellow hunter's daemon before the very hunter's eyes. It had been a messy, gruesome affair, one that gouged Tychus's reputation and expunged years from the hunter's life. It was best to feed Thok and let him go about whatever he did when Tychus wasn't watching. It was to everyone's benefit that way.
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Don't worry about being slow to post. You do a good job keeping us up to date as to when you plan to post. We all have lives, we understand!
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Blox said
Oh I had a couple questions on daemons: Does there need to be a witness present for the bond to be made?Can the agreement be any sort of agreement? And last what benefit does a daemon have for making a bond/agreement with a human?
1. No. A contract between daemon and hunter is formed between the two of them. There are no third parties necessary.
2. A stipulation to all contracts between daemon and hunter is that there is the necessity to sacrifice a certain amount of one's life, how much being dependent on the class of the daemon. There can also be other factors to work into this, though the base for all agreements is the hunter sacrificing an amount of their lifespan and the daemon sacrificing their freedom.
3. Vicier may have a different thought on this, though I'm more for leaving it open for interpretation. Daemons, which are the twisted forms of human souls, could be entering a contract because they value the human they're aligning themselves with or because they look to use the human in a certain way.
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Aisling said
Has my CS been looked at yet? Just wondering if I have been accepted yet or not.
Vicier and I talked it over and we don't think that this rp and you would lend well to one another's strengths. My apologies, but it's going to have to be a no.
Ladies, Ladies. He clearly meant me.
Thane
The world jerked away from Thane as the earth beneath his feet crumbled, pulling him deep into a bottomless chasm flooded with darkness. His body met dry cracked earth, the light lingering at the edge of his vision. Thane sat silently as sight returned to his eyes and he had a sense of where exactly he was. Beneath him was a ancient pathway coated with a thin layer of dust, limestone walls rising high on both of his sides, multiple pathways all around him, all but one leading to a dead end. The air was thick with dust, filling his nostrils with the fetid, stale scent. The scent of solitude and abandon, of carnage and suffering, of a world forgotten and fallen prey to time. Thane stepped close to the left wall, planting a hand onto it and began to walk, his eyes scanning his environment cautiously, wary of any traps that may lie dormant, waiting for him to spring them. "Erin, if you can hear me stay still and stay silent" He called out loudly, cupping a hand around his lips to amplify his voice. He said nothing further, feeling a slight tremor move through the yellowed wall. Too faint for the creator to be close, but close enough that it's movements could be felt. Probably close enough to hear him. Close enough to smell him. Thane's eyes shut tight for a moment, trying to force composure upon himself. He had to move quickly and find Erin and, if he was lucky, perhaps find the other guy that was meant to join them. Thane's mind raced as he tried to figure out what could be awaiting them in the labyrinth, when his train of thought came to a screeching halt. Labyrinth. Labyrinth. Labyrinth. Shit, he scowled, It's a minotaur, isn't it?
Auguste
Auguste wasted no time listening to the goddesses's drivel as he gained his bearings on his surroundings. Here he stood on an island and floating in the distance was another island, one with Syl. Well, Syl and a manticore. His eyes searched his surroundings, finding mostly the ruins of a temple with nothing of particular value in sight. The only option to reach the island at the center was to traverse the massive wires that hung between the floating land. If one was to fall off of the wires... Auguste peaked over the edge of the island, seeing an infinite sea of blue. "Well, going down looks like it's a one-way trip." He scowled, spitting into the void. Auguste made his way to the abandoned temple, not bothering with any of the formalities that one would expect. The temple was mostly rubble at this point. The gods had abandoned it. It was probably Ate's way of letting him know that if he couldn't handle this situation on his own then he would have to perish. In the rubble Auguste found a stone mallet, aged but sturdy enough to deliver a decent blow. Time was of the essence and Auguste knew he would have to move quickly if he wanted to see Syl alive. He paused at the edge of the wire before taking is first step, some hesitation trickling into his mind. Then, as if taken by madness, laughter burst from his lips, his head arching back. "What am I thinking? This isn't the first time I've climbed something dangerous to get to a girl." He stepped onto the wire, walking quickly, establishing his footing, and then breaking into a light job. "And it won't be my fucking last."
The world jerked away from Thane as the earth beneath his feet crumbled, pulling him deep into a bottomless chasm flooded with darkness. His body met dry cracked earth, the light lingering at the edge of his vision. Thane sat silently as sight returned to his eyes and he had a sense of where exactly he was. Beneath him was a ancient pathway coated with a thin layer of dust, limestone walls rising high on both of his sides, multiple pathways all around him, all but one leading to a dead end. The air was thick with dust, filling his nostrils with the fetid, stale scent. The scent of solitude and abandon, of carnage and suffering, of a world forgotten and fallen prey to time. Thane stepped close to the left wall, planting a hand onto it and began to walk, his eyes scanning his environment cautiously, wary of any traps that may lie dormant, waiting for him to spring them. "Erin, if you can hear me stay still and stay silent" He called out loudly, cupping a hand around his lips to amplify his voice. He said nothing further, feeling a slight tremor move through the yellowed wall. Too faint for the creator to be close, but close enough that it's movements could be felt. Probably close enough to hear him. Close enough to smell him. Thane's eyes shut tight for a moment, trying to force composure upon himself. He had to move quickly and find Erin and, if he was lucky, perhaps find the other guy that was meant to join them. Thane's mind raced as he tried to figure out what could be awaiting them in the labyrinth, when his train of thought came to a screeching halt. Labyrinth. Labyrinth. Labyrinth. Shit, he scowled, It's a minotaur, isn't it?
Auguste
Auguste wasted no time listening to the goddesses's drivel as he gained his bearings on his surroundings. Here he stood on an island and floating in the distance was another island, one with Syl. Well, Syl and a manticore. His eyes searched his surroundings, finding mostly the ruins of a temple with nothing of particular value in sight. The only option to reach the island at the center was to traverse the massive wires that hung between the floating land. If one was to fall off of the wires... Auguste peaked over the edge of the island, seeing an infinite sea of blue. "Well, going down looks like it's a one-way trip." He scowled, spitting into the void. Auguste made his way to the abandoned temple, not bothering with any of the formalities that one would expect. The temple was mostly rubble at this point. The gods had abandoned it. It was probably Ate's way of letting him know that if he couldn't handle this situation on his own then he would have to perish. In the rubble Auguste found a stone mallet, aged but sturdy enough to deliver a decent blow. Time was of the essence and Auguste knew he would have to move quickly if he wanted to see Syl alive. He paused at the edge of the wire before taking is first step, some hesitation trickling into his mind. Then, as if taken by madness, laughter burst from his lips, his head arching back. "What am I thinking? This isn't the first time I've climbed something dangerous to get to a girl." He stepped onto the wire, walking quickly, establishing his footing, and then breaking into a light job. "And it won't be my fucking last."
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I suck. Sorry for how long it took for me to post. Been crazy busy this week and I've written so much for work that it makes extracurricular writing just maddening.
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