Mercinus3 said
Have fun writing a response, Rhaevnn :)M3
And fun I did have. ^_^
Jack, if you need anything changed, just let me know!
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And fun I did have. ^_^
Jack, if you need anything changed, just let me know!
A split second decision was made: Morgan prepared to jump, his frame tense as he did a double take on the woman. Unfortunately, the second looked caused him to catch his already moving frame, slamming his body back against the stone wall. The glint of her blade reflected to his red eyes as he slowly returned to a squatting position, watching the scene unfold once more and waiting for an opportunity to present itself. The vampire looked at the woman once more, and then back to the wall with an annoyed glare. The opposite alley wall taunted him, beckoning him to a different angle of the conversation, but danger was present. Despite himself being void of some basic emotions, a twinge of his soul caused him to be almost startled. 'I almost forgot what it feels like this - fearful.'
It had been a long time since he had felt this way, at least when he wasn't desperately hungry. The fear of dying or completely losing control was always imminent when he had gone too long without feasting, but when he was completely satiated? This was an all together new experience.
One thing was clear, however, amidst his realization of forgotten emotions: the tension between both parties was rising, although slowly. It hung in the air like a heavy rain cloud, though the woman's even flow remained constant as always. Morgan frowned as he attempted to peek around the building's carved stone wall. He hated the waiting for before battle, whether it be on grand scale or just a scuffle between a miscreant and soldier. It was always a mix of emotions that bundled together like tangled string and only became more twisted as the fight ran its course. Only when a clear victor started emerging did energy become more normal and streamlined. At least for the victor - the loser's energy would become impossibly tangled and then suddenly end. Death was always so quiet for the soul.
A stifled sigh of frustration issued from his mouth as he returned to his previous position. Morgan could see nothing of the red cloaked man and it worried him. Not knowing where his possible enemy was could prove to be a terrible (and perhaps even fatal) disadvantage.
"I serve the Duke of Zerul. And he wants the Fixer to stop disrupting out efforts to prevent the Crimson Dawn from acting within Zerul. Let me examine your eyes so I can ascertain whether you are him, or I will have to examine them against your will."
Again, curiosity plagued the sniffer, but it could not be dealt with, at least not yet. Slowly ascending to a standing position, Morgan's eyes hardened as he prepared to make a leap of faith. 'Silent. Strong.' With that thought, he took a quick one, two step and leapt to the opposite wall…
He would easily make jump, but he had used too much of his supernatural strength once more - this was unfortunately a common occurrence. Even though he had been a vampire for a few years, every once in a while, he would understate his abilities. With a surprised grunt, the sniffer would slam against the wall, scrabbling for any hand hold to avoid falling backward and falling to his possible death. Without looking down to see if he had been heard, the vampire quickly began to climb to the rooftop. With any luck, he would not have been seen, but he almost could guarantee that he had been heard. Cursing under his breath, he moved quickly upward, ears still listening:
"… I am a steel-for-hire, so I am not obliged to grant those requests. The only people I take orders from are my deity, through his infernal contract, or those who paid for my services.”
Morgan would reach the rooftop with ease, quickly casting about his eyes to find the man - but he would see nothing. Also to Morgan's unfortunate situation of not knowing where the sword-for-hire was, the vampire had missed a part of the conversation between both woman and man, something that could mean life or death in some cases. Keeping low, the vampire's eyes squinted as he attempted to find the previous speaker. Luckily, the man had not finished speaking, but what Morgan saw was not comforting: the man's weapons were also exposed.
'Tension is indeed rising' Morgan would mentally comment as the steel-for-hire finished his sentence:
"So unless you do not have any valid reason as to why you need to examine my eyes besides forcing me, I am obliged to depart from this street.”
Morgan's body tensed as he awaited action - a definitive answer had been given and the vampire was sure that it was not the one the woman was looking for - battle was almost positively imminent...
It had been a long time since he had felt this way, at least when he wasn't desperately hungry. The fear of dying or completely losing control was always imminent when he had gone too long without feasting, but when he was completely satiated? This was an all together new experience.
One thing was clear, however, amidst his realization of forgotten emotions: the tension between both parties was rising, although slowly. It hung in the air like a heavy rain cloud, though the woman's even flow remained constant as always. Morgan frowned as he attempted to peek around the building's carved stone wall. He hated the waiting for before battle, whether it be on grand scale or just a scuffle between a miscreant and soldier. It was always a mix of emotions that bundled together like tangled string and only became more twisted as the fight ran its course. Only when a clear victor started emerging did energy become more normal and streamlined. At least for the victor - the loser's energy would become impossibly tangled and then suddenly end. Death was always so quiet for the soul.
A stifled sigh of frustration issued from his mouth as he returned to his previous position. Morgan could see nothing of the red cloaked man and it worried him. Not knowing where his possible enemy was could prove to be a terrible (and perhaps even fatal) disadvantage.
"I serve the Duke of Zerul. And he wants the Fixer to stop disrupting out efforts to prevent the Crimson Dawn from acting within Zerul. Let me examine your eyes so I can ascertain whether you are him, or I will have to examine them against your will."
Again, curiosity plagued the sniffer, but it could not be dealt with, at least not yet. Slowly ascending to a standing position, Morgan's eyes hardened as he prepared to make a leap of faith. 'Silent. Strong.' With that thought, he took a quick one, two step and leapt to the opposite wall…
He would easily make jump, but he had used too much of his supernatural strength once more - this was unfortunately a common occurrence. Even though he had been a vampire for a few years, every once in a while, he would understate his abilities. With a surprised grunt, the sniffer would slam against the wall, scrabbling for any hand hold to avoid falling backward and falling to his possible death. Without looking down to see if he had been heard, the vampire quickly began to climb to the rooftop. With any luck, he would not have been seen, but he almost could guarantee that he had been heard. Cursing under his breath, he moved quickly upward, ears still listening:
"… I am a steel-for-hire, so I am not obliged to grant those requests. The only people I take orders from are my deity, through his infernal contract, or those who paid for my services.”
Morgan would reach the rooftop with ease, quickly casting about his eyes to find the man - but he would see nothing. Also to Morgan's unfortunate situation of not knowing where the sword-for-hire was, the vampire had missed a part of the conversation between both woman and man, something that could mean life or death in some cases. Keeping low, the vampire's eyes squinted as he attempted to find the previous speaker. Luckily, the man had not finished speaking, but what Morgan saw was not comforting: the man's weapons were also exposed.
'Tension is indeed rising' Morgan would mentally comment as the steel-for-hire finished his sentence:
"So unless you do not have any valid reason as to why you need to examine my eyes besides forcing me, I am obliged to depart from this street.”
Morgan's body tensed as he awaited action - a definitive answer had been given and the vampire was sure that it was not the one the woman was looking for - battle was almost positively imminent...
Mercinus3 said
Hehe to think that I was waiting for you before I did :P In that case, I'll get one up in the next hour :)M3
Haha! That's terrible. xD I eagerly await!
I'm honestly just waiting for Merc. I would like to see what the assassin is going to do before I post (otherwise, it would have been up long before now xD)
Alive and kicking!
Morgan had witnessed such scenes before - it was common for such things to occur in the darkest or secluded places of any major living area. All "low lives" were bound to conduct such a meeting, whether it be purely accidental and actively pursued. Someone would always want something from someone, whether it be information, riches, or an individual's life.
However, this broad idea of such a meeting was causing a moment of deja vu, the actions that had unfolded before his crimson eyes caused them to widen in concealed surprise, shock even. Stories of such magic had been passed around fire and ale, but to actually witness it? It was an entirely different matter.
At first, the vampire had no idea where the crimson hooded figure had gone. One moment he was there and then next moment there was nothing - empty air. His eyes darted this way and that, trying to find where the vanishing figure had gone, while trying to persuade himself that he was not in danger. 'He couldn't have seen me - I was too far back for him to see me.' Mentally, the vampire quickly tried to estimate the distance between his hiding place and where the man had been. However, his calculations were interrupted as something caught his eye and caused his head to snap in the direction of a two story building, an opening plainly exposing itself - the man had reappeared.
Morgan's eyes squinted in disbelief and curiosity at the act before him. 'Was it magic? Or a trick?' Either way, it did not matter. While he could not be too sure, a sixth sense urged him to move his location. Immediately, Morgan followed his instincts with quiet haste, not trusting his humanity at this point - more than once, his more beastal side had saved his life. As he began to climb in a different direction, still clinging to the side of the building, he continued to listen as the conversation between sword-for-hire and the woman-in-blue, though it was more silence than the actual few lines of words passed between the pair:
"Fixer - no meaning to me… And your purpose?"
"I serve my master - I have been ordered to find the assassin known as the Fixer."
At this moment, the vampire had moved to a less revealing position - with any luck, he would be able to hide in a window's natural crevice, sliding to a sitting position against the rough stone's surface and glanced down at the woman over his left shoulder. His back to the now assumed assassin, but Morgan could only assume that he was out of sight and arrow's reach. Concentrating back on the one who had drawn his curiosity in the first place, Morgan could not help but notice something once more.
She was different.
But she was more than that, 'She is strange…' . This caused a rare display of emotions on the sniffer's face; his eye furrowed as he continued to observe her. Her soul, her energy - it moved as if it were a calm stream, smoothly running its course through out her body without any turmoil or chaos. Morgan had only seen this once, and even then, if memory served him well, the sniffer he had accidentally sensed had more chaos than this woman. 'She is one without emotion.' The observation was simple, but was extremely unnerving. 'What could have cause such a person to become so void, empty? However, while was mainly control over her emotions, or even lacking them, she was indeed feeling tense. As much as her soul remained smooth and even, he could not help but feel a rigidness, a tension rising in her soul's energy. 'She's nervous.'
Morgan's eyes shifted from her to the wall on the other side of the alley. Yes, it seemed close, but such distances could be deceiving. Also, there was another factor in such a discussion - he wished to remain unseen, quiet. Maybe he could make the distance, but even so - could he do it quietly? He looked from the woman and back to the beckoning wall - the vampire needed a better angle to see both parties...
However, this broad idea of such a meeting was causing a moment of deja vu, the actions that had unfolded before his crimson eyes caused them to widen in concealed surprise, shock even. Stories of such magic had been passed around fire and ale, but to actually witness it? It was an entirely different matter.
At first, the vampire had no idea where the crimson hooded figure had gone. One moment he was there and then next moment there was nothing - empty air. His eyes darted this way and that, trying to find where the vanishing figure had gone, while trying to persuade himself that he was not in danger. 'He couldn't have seen me - I was too far back for him to see me.' Mentally, the vampire quickly tried to estimate the distance between his hiding place and where the man had been. However, his calculations were interrupted as something caught his eye and caused his head to snap in the direction of a two story building, an opening plainly exposing itself - the man had reappeared.
Morgan's eyes squinted in disbelief and curiosity at the act before him. 'Was it magic? Or a trick?' Either way, it did not matter. While he could not be too sure, a sixth sense urged him to move his location. Immediately, Morgan followed his instincts with quiet haste, not trusting his humanity at this point - more than once, his more beastal side had saved his life. As he began to climb in a different direction, still clinging to the side of the building, he continued to listen as the conversation between sword-for-hire and the woman-in-blue, though it was more silence than the actual few lines of words passed between the pair:
"Fixer - no meaning to me… And your purpose?"
"I serve my master - I have been ordered to find the assassin known as the Fixer."
At this moment, the vampire had moved to a less revealing position - with any luck, he would be able to hide in a window's natural crevice, sliding to a sitting position against the rough stone's surface and glanced down at the woman over his left shoulder. His back to the now assumed assassin, but Morgan could only assume that he was out of sight and arrow's reach. Concentrating back on the one who had drawn his curiosity in the first place, Morgan could not help but notice something once more.
She was different.
But she was more than that, 'She is strange…' . This caused a rare display of emotions on the sniffer's face; his eye furrowed as he continued to observe her. Her soul, her energy - it moved as if it were a calm stream, smoothly running its course through out her body without any turmoil or chaos. Morgan had only seen this once, and even then, if memory served him well, the sniffer he had accidentally sensed had more chaos than this woman. 'She is one without emotion.' The observation was simple, but was extremely unnerving. 'What could have cause such a person to become so void, empty? However, while was mainly control over her emotions, or even lacking them, she was indeed feeling tense. As much as her soul remained smooth and even, he could not help but feel a rigidness, a tension rising in her soul's energy. 'She's nervous.'
Morgan's eyes shifted from her to the wall on the other side of the alley. Yes, it seemed close, but such distances could be deceiving. Also, there was another factor in such a discussion - he wished to remain unseen, quiet. Maybe he could make the distance, but even so - could he do it quietly? He looked from the woman and back to the beckoning wall - the vampire needed a better angle to see both parties...
Have a good time, M3! :3
The life of a vampire is simple really. Five steps are required: hunt, feast, hide, sleep, repeat. Naturally, a vampire can do this where ever, whenever, providing that mentioned vampire is willing to obey certain rules and ready to avoid or face any threats or entanglements posed by that those who wish not to be drained of their blood. Whatever life lead before needed to be, and often was, forgotten. All that mattered was blood. The blood calls, the vampire answers - simple as that. Maybe that's why Morgan Thrainsson jolted awake from his place of hiding when blood presented itself. He had found this concealed place during the previous night: a carved stone ledge, covered by an eave of sorts made from the same carved stone. By his estimation, it would provide the necessary protection from the accursed sun and any set of eyes casually looking upward. His sanctuary would be close to the Church of Reina, the latest hunting ground. Places of worship often lured the weak and feeble, the desperate and the wanting; the type of people who were weak enough to prey upon and the type of people that do not matter in such a large city large as Zerul City. No one would care about the impoverished girl he had left bleeding on the dusty alley floor, her left jugular vein cut cleanly by Morgan's dagger blade. He had drank his fill, satisfied and more than likely to remain so for at least a few days.
Yet, he could not help but wake when a sole vessel of blood suddenly appeared from thin air. In the depths of his deep, brown hood and behind the face covering mask, the vampire's red eyes snapped open with the sudden shock of the waking world. However, he quickly assessed his position and remained leaned against the rough surface of crevice, looking about slowly for potential prey. Yes, the craving of blood would be satisfied briefly but an easy bonus was always welcome. Taking heed to any immediate danger from the sun, the mask was slowly lifted, the metal shutters stifling his searching eyes. Ah. There you are. From his perch, some odd thirty-seven feet above the alley's dirty path, a woman in a long, bluish coat was finishing the last of the contents of vial she had produced. At least, the vampire assumed it was a woman - her height, her general shape, and the tinges of a sweet smell that female blood seemed to hold.
For a moment, she held perfectly still. In this brief pause, Morgan could not help but sense a purpose of some sort, gaining his immediate attention and causing his loosely garbed, green body to shift from a lazy, almost lounging position to one of attentiveness. While it was being masked behind some mist, a glimpse of an emotion of conviction, of searching, expelled from her person. This was no normal passerby - she had a reason for being here at this exact moment. Suddenly, the stranger bolted, sprinting down the alley, under Morgan's point of view and quickly out of sight. Normally, the vampire would have more than likely returned to sleep - anyone who offered even a mild threat at this time of day would not be worth the energy or possible entanglement, but something was different about this woman. The emotion that she had radiated, even for a passing moment, was strange, bizarre even. She was no mere civilian with an errand, nor was she someone of the law, progressing in her duties to protect and defend. No, this women had a touch of destiny surrounding her; destiny beckoned.
Grunting quietly as he attempted to rise, Morgan pulled himself upward with the aid of his staff, carefully wedged into the corner of his ledge he had called home only moments before. He had to follow her. Whether it be destiny or just plain curiosity, the vampire felt compelled to know where she had rushed off to in such haste. Gathering himself, Morgan began to follow her, using his natural agility to climb and leap among the three story heights of Zerul City. He shadowed her, keeping a safe distance behind and staying close to the stone walls in attempt to be made hidden. With a little luck, the vampire could go undetected.
After what seemed like an eternity, she suddenly stopped at the sight of a lone figure. The armored person was moving with an obvious impairment - if he were wounded or ill, Morgan would not be able tell, but her voice pierced the silence that was ever present in these forgotten city passages. "Stop." Her voice rang true, though it seemed to be lacking. The vampire could not help but smirk. Did she really think that she would be able to stop such an imposing figure with such a simple command? Judging by his garb, he had to be a sword-for-hire at the least - a profession that always seemed to demand respect and would not listen to such an obvious order, unless it was received from the owner of a heavy coin purse. However, any other thought was brushed away as he concentrated on her voice, as she was not yet done speaking, "Are you the Fixer?" Morgan's curiosity intensified, though his face would be not echo this emotion, as a firm line formed across his bearded face. However, his hooded eyes shifted from woman to the crimson hooded figure, wondering how the ongoing event before him would play out...
Yet, he could not help but wake when a sole vessel of blood suddenly appeared from thin air. In the depths of his deep, brown hood and behind the face covering mask, the vampire's red eyes snapped open with the sudden shock of the waking world. However, he quickly assessed his position and remained leaned against the rough surface of crevice, looking about slowly for potential prey. Yes, the craving of blood would be satisfied briefly but an easy bonus was always welcome. Taking heed to any immediate danger from the sun, the mask was slowly lifted, the metal shutters stifling his searching eyes. Ah. There you are. From his perch, some odd thirty-seven feet above the alley's dirty path, a woman in a long, bluish coat was finishing the last of the contents of vial she had produced. At least, the vampire assumed it was a woman - her height, her general shape, and the tinges of a sweet smell that female blood seemed to hold.
For a moment, she held perfectly still. In this brief pause, Morgan could not help but sense a purpose of some sort, gaining his immediate attention and causing his loosely garbed, green body to shift from a lazy, almost lounging position to one of attentiveness. While it was being masked behind some mist, a glimpse of an emotion of conviction, of searching, expelled from her person. This was no normal passerby - she had a reason for being here at this exact moment. Suddenly, the stranger bolted, sprinting down the alley, under Morgan's point of view and quickly out of sight. Normally, the vampire would have more than likely returned to sleep - anyone who offered even a mild threat at this time of day would not be worth the energy or possible entanglement, but something was different about this woman. The emotion that she had radiated, even for a passing moment, was strange, bizarre even. She was no mere civilian with an errand, nor was she someone of the law, progressing in her duties to protect and defend. No, this women had a touch of destiny surrounding her; destiny beckoned.
Grunting quietly as he attempted to rise, Morgan pulled himself upward with the aid of his staff, carefully wedged into the corner of his ledge he had called home only moments before. He had to follow her. Whether it be destiny or just plain curiosity, the vampire felt compelled to know where she had rushed off to in such haste. Gathering himself, Morgan began to follow her, using his natural agility to climb and leap among the three story heights of Zerul City. He shadowed her, keeping a safe distance behind and staying close to the stone walls in attempt to be made hidden. With a little luck, the vampire could go undetected.
After what seemed like an eternity, she suddenly stopped at the sight of a lone figure. The armored person was moving with an obvious impairment - if he were wounded or ill, Morgan would not be able tell, but her voice pierced the silence that was ever present in these forgotten city passages. "Stop." Her voice rang true, though it seemed to be lacking. The vampire could not help but smirk. Did she really think that she would be able to stop such an imposing figure with such a simple command? Judging by his garb, he had to be a sword-for-hire at the least - a profession that always seemed to demand respect and would not listen to such an obvious order, unless it was received from the owner of a heavy coin purse. However, any other thought was brushed away as he concentrated on her voice, as she was not yet done speaking, "Are you the Fixer?" Morgan's curiosity intensified, though his face would be not echo this emotion, as a firm line formed across his bearded face. However, his hooded eyes shifted from woman to the crimson hooded figure, wondering how the ongoing event before him would play out...
Dark Jack said
There, I posted what will hopefully be the start of an encounter with Ixion and, if he feels motivated to appear, Morgan
I'll get right on that. :3
**Edit**
Alrighty, post is up! I assumed some things, so if I need to change anything, let me know!
Dark Jack said
Excellent.So are you going to be starting an encounter between Ixion and Morgan, do you want me to set a premise for you to start it under, or should I just begin a scene with Ixion without taking Morgan into consideration?
I would prefer a premise, Jack. :3 Unless it would work better without trying to squeeze Morgan in.
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