Rhaevnn Xeno

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No objections here either!

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Sorry for the delay! Moving back into the things of "normality" took a little longer than expected.

Floor's all yours, Yoshua!

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Morgan Thrainsson

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'Demonspawn?' Morgan's surprise would cause his physique to stiffen suddenly, his lazy gaze transformed into a fully aware, wide eyed set of crimson eyes. The sniffer had only experienced such an encounter once. The details in the entire even were hazy at best, but the moment he touched the tormented soul, Morgan knew that the experience would forever be solidified in his mind.

The apparently crippled demonspawn, with all of his raking of his leg and the aura of pure evil, was something Morgan would expect. This soul in front of him was similar to past experience. However, the vampire couldn't help be disturbed, tingling shivers going up and down his spine as the deo'iel limped over to the ragtag group. 'Gaze too long into the abyss...' However, the balanced soul... Morgan wasn't sure what to make of it. 'How does one even balance two souls in one vessel? Each face is so perfectly aligned...Perhaps an agreement was made?' In all honesty, the Thrainsson's knowledge of demonspawn was limited, and this was a gracious estimate. The only real knowledge he had managed to gather over the years was rumors from his handlers. The soldiers that surrounded them late in the night, when the fire's embers glowed low, spoke the horrors of this world, including the "truth" about demonspawn. It was hard to determine what was real, and what was not.
Regardless whether or not half of the things that were said by the superstitious and fearful, Morgan had witnessed one undeniable. The binding or housing of such a soul - it was unnatural. At this observation, Morgan would snort gently. 'A vampire claiming something as 'unnatural...' The irony.'

The sway they had over the present crowding patrons was impressive. It was if these two individuals were gods walking through a raging river, dry land appearing with every step through the once raging waters. It only added to the tension rising in the vampire when they stopped a few feet in front of him, inquiring if they could a moment of their time. Morgan could feel a disturbance of his own soul, the inner vampire viciously to violently make its opinions known:

'What power do they think they posess, demanding questions of us?!'
'Trying to prove authority of us!'
'Let's go hound!'
'The law has no hold over us!'
'Cursed hound! You think this is acceptable?!'
'Their god thinks he has say over us?!'

Morgan would exhale, long and smoothly. He had already lost control once today, and here would not be the place or the people to do so. His inner demon's vengence would have to wait. For now, his attentive gaze continued to fall, seperately and in a seeking manner. Hopefully, by doing so, he would be able to sense anything... bad coming. 'Though with such a pair of tormented souls... it may be too late before I can see anything anyway...

'...The abyss starts looking back at you.'

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Post will be up sometime after Wednesday - Finals are so wonderful. :(

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Sounds good to me - I'll post up once Merc is done. ^_^

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Morgan Thrainsson

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Most of the events that had transpired had been lost on the vampire, as the dark depths of unconsciousness had assured this. However, as the escorted group made their way into the inn and Ixion gave his thanks, Morgan would stir on the red hooded assassin's shoulder. It wouldn't be a violent wakening, nor would it be accompanied by angry words. Simply, the assassin would feel his ally stiffen suddenly and go limp once more. However, this would not be due another lapse of unconsciousness, but merely because the vampire was trying to recognize what had transpired. 'Where am I?' From his shouldered perch, the sniffer could not see where he was, or what he was doing there. But, thanks to past experiences, he would quickly place the missing pieces into the missing puzzle.

The surge of energy around him, both from guard, ally, and now new strangers filled his inner eye as his enhanced senses picked up the stink of sweaty patrons, the bitter stank of beer and other alcohol, and the general sounds of inn behavior. A gloved hand made its way to his temple where Ixon's dagger pommel had so accurately struck him. It was still sore, but not as much as his pride. 'What struck me?' His confusion mingled with a injured dignity. Even though he was fairly new at being a vampire, it wasn't usual to be taken off guard in such a way that he was instantly removed from combat.

Any other inner reflection was interrupted by the corporal's "friendly suggestion:"

"Don't leave the city without notifying the Ducal Guard for the next few days, sirs; we may have more questions concerning the murder of this... Blue?"

A slight tug of his upper lip couldn't help be issued in the form a sneer as he saw the guards walk past his newfound companions and out of the inn. 'Wanderer's curse upon those miserable...' Morgan's disgusted thought drifted away as he slowly moved his arm moved, from a limp, hanging position to begin propping himself upward. The action would be non-threatening, and a basic, universal signal that he was well and awake, and very much wanting to be placed back on his two feet.

If Ixion complied, the vampire's balance would be questionable for a moment, but his footing would be found quite quickly. A rush of blood hit his head with a slightly alarming wave, causing a covered hand to reach instinctively to his head. But, with the passing moment, Thrainsson would lean slightly against his staff with a reassuring confidence. Making note of the penin's negotiations with the innkeeper, Morgan's scarlet eyes would lazily scan the room. In all truth, it was like any other inn that he had seen in his travels: full of those with drink and those who found merriment with those who had drink, mixed with those who liked the intimate atmosphere that inn's often provided.

However, the woman with the electric blue hair, as well as her companion, caught his undivided attention. His talent began to zero in on them, trying to absorb as much information their souls could tell as the vampire made observation after observation. Wasn't it odd that they made such a room of happy people subconsciously uneasy? What were they doing here? Why were their eyes so strange? What was growing on the woman's face? Morgan had heard rumors of a terrible disease, but with so many rumors flying about and no real detail about what was truly the face of this disease, the sniffer often waved the whole issue away all together. However, an immediate prejudice was placed on the pair as Morgan caught glimpse of their shining silver badges. He had seen them before, though he didn't remember where. 'It does not matter though,' thought Morgan, eyes narrowing under his mask, 'Those who hold a badge are all under the same banner.'

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Woot, I'll try and work on a post later, unless you want to go first Rhae.

@yoshua171

I'm going to be busy until the weekend, so feel free to post if you want!

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So he'll wake as they get settled into their room then?

@yoshua171

More or less. I'll probably have him wake as they're entering the inn and have some interaction up to when they gain a room.

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I'll be having him wake up after Jack's next post (which I assume will be giving some sort of detail of the inn), mainly because I would like to have a little more detail to post about other than "I'm awake and I'm being carried." :3

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Who is next on the Zerul side? Yoshua, Rhaevnn (should Morgan begin to wake up), Mercinus?
Else it is @Ashgan with Jillian (it has been over three weeks, and according to my own arbitrary rules, I am allowed to start poking people once it's been over two weeks), ASTA with Claw in one collab and Jack in the other (I sort of could post for the lack of much else to write, but that might both leave Jaelnec a bit behind and be a bit repetitive in terms of theme).

@Shienvien

I'm going to wait another post just so I have a little more than "I'm awake!"