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Post by Ryan - Loki on Aug 2, 2008 21:36:35 GMT
(OOC: This is continued on from 'The Meeting' thread for those who followed Natas.)
It wasn’t long before Natas had covered a space of several miles from the old ruins that the meeting had taken place upon. He stopped, stopped dead in fact, the trail of wind behind him that he had caused suddenly swept past him at a tremendous speed, his red cape flapping about violently in the wind that his own momentum had created. Slowly he turned around and looked back in the direction of the ruins. The night was dark, and all was still, so it was impossible to see the ruins themselves, but Natas knew they were out there, he could feel Dramanius’ energy as if he had been standing right next to him.
He merely stood there. He could feel the energy of the others who had chosen to follow him. Even if they had masked their energy he would have known, he could feel the vibrations in the air moving closer, and closer. “Perhaps there had been some potential within that pathetic group.” he though briefly. It was then that his mind briefly returned back to someone he had not seen for a long time, someone who had surprisingly showed up at the meeting in the ruins.
“So you still live Aion…” Natas muttered, his headlight eyes still looking off towards the ruins. “I believed you dead long ago, back when Loki began his purge across the nine levels of hell.” it was then that he realised his fault. “Teach me to assume things.”
His eyes shone through the darkness like two bright torches held close together, unmoving, unwavering. Every so often Natas would blink, and the lights would vanish, but even then it would only be for a few short seconds. Soon the others would arrive, then they would wait for Dramanius’ return, and then they would finally explain their quest to their followers. All was going to plan, even if not exactly.
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Post by seriyu on Aug 4, 2008 3:24:30 GMT
The night was silent; not a single creatured disturbed the darkness of midnight. Nothing moved in the area; the dead grass below clung to the ground, the slightest breeze easily breaking the dried blades into pieces on the ground. The only wind to pass in the area followed behind Natas and died soon after the demon had landed, rushing past his tall figure. His eyes provided the only light in the area beyond Dragonia's moon, Lunos, hiding behind the dark clouds above. Things were quiet, but it would not remain so for long.
“Aion was not the only one to survive the purge...” Natas would easily hear the voice. The low tones came from pure silence; lacking a definitive source, the surrounding shadows enveloped the thought quickly, and it disappeared back into nothing; yet, a chill still persisted in the surrounding area, as if the thought still pervaded. However, the most distinct feature of the voice was its lack of feature. The words held no emotion, no feeling; they were spoken for no reason other than to convey the information. The voice could belong to only one person...
For only a few moments, the surrounding area was enshrouded in pure darkness; it prevailed like a fog, shrouding the vision of anyone caught within. A harsh, chilling wind followed, destroying even more of the dead grass at Natas’s feet. Small arcs of lightning danced upon the wind, causing the sudden changes of pressure to generate even fiercer squalls. In a matter of seconds, the temperature had dropped by tens of degrees.
Only a few feet surrounding Natas had been effected by the sudden displacement of light and heat; the warriors that would soon arrive would feel nothing of the effects, that only surrounded a twenty foot radius of its core. To any outside source, it would have looked as if Natas had blinked; but like the voice that had proceeded, Natas would recognize the presence of the new figure almost instantly.
The few seconds of the miniature storm died away quickly, and everything returned to normal. A towering figure stood in what had once been the eye of the storm. The dry soil below cracked under the weight of the figure. At least seven feet in height-- the same height as the demon-- the figure was clad from head to toe in a suit of ebony armor, a silver lining covering the black metal in an ornate fashion; a flowing black and red cape billowed behind in the disturbed air. A shrouding darkness emanated from the hole in the suit’s helmet; nothing could see inside, but the figure clearly saw everything. The only sound to fill the air was the heavy breathing to come from within the helmet’s hollowed mouth; each inhale and exhale was magnified to an audible level. The figure’s presence lingered over the area; only the souls of the dead and demons would recognize who was before them; it was one of the most infamous figures within the gates of Hell: Mentar.
Without a moment to lose, Mentar turned to Natas and began walking; the ground beneath her cracked with each step, and the footprints following her path were clearly visible from the grass pressed thinly against the dry soil. While she moved, the armor made no sound. Her stealth movements were only betrayed by her dark aura and Natas’s recognition of that aura.
When only a few feet away, she spoke once again; this time, the voice was clearer than it had been before; the source amplified the sound, and it did not give of the façade of coming from everywhere at once. “Lilith is still around in Limbo; she spends most of her time fucking the souls out of my charges.” Her voice did not falter, and it had a matter-of-factly tone.
Mentar was not one to mince words; Natas already knew the state of most of the Lords of Hell: Shokun, Janos, and Su-Zaku had been killed off at least seven years ago; Aion had disappeared, but recent events had revealed he was clearly alive; Mentar stood before him, and Natas and Dramanius, while pawns of Loki, were also alive; Lilith’s state, whether unknown or not to the demon, was now clear.
“There’s only two of us unaccounted for...” She raised her right hand, lifting two of the large fingers. With each name, she lowered one down. “Lucifer...” She paused for a moment, savoring the irony of the next words to leave her mouth...
“and Loki...”
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Post by Ryan - Loki on Aug 4, 2008 11:55:08 GMT
As the situation appeared and began to unfold it was safe to say that Natas was as close to being afraid as one of his kind could be, and more so than he had ever been in the past, though in fact this was not fear as we, or any other normal Dragonian knew it, it was fear brought about by a mixture of shock and necessity; Natas not only instantly knew who the voice belonged to, but knew better than most that fear was an emotion that went alongside this said person like night went alongside day, and life alongside death.
Though Natas hadn’t expected the sudden display of light and temperature, he had learned long ago that the unexpected and the impossible should always be expected, for they were more than possible. He hadn’t seen her in seven years, almost eight, and before then he had only seen her on rare occasions, even before Loki had first arrived on the scene.
As still as a statue Natas merely stood there, awaiting her actual appearance. There would certainly be words shared between the two of them, but what words he did not know, he could only assume and he had already seen how far assumptions had got him. Though there was the worry of those who were on their way, the young boy and the crazy female with the rabbit ears, would hear the conversation, perhaps something they shouldn’t, and it would sway their decision to join himself and Dramanius; he would have to tread lightly, a lot more lightly than he was used to.
And then, as suddenly as her voice had appeared, so did she. Turning on her heel she quickly began walking towards Natas. She moved with grace and stealth that did not fit her immense size, but this was just one of the many wonders that came hand-in-hand with her. The suit of armour that covered her from head to toe was a marvel in its own rights, and the thing that Natas was almost positive that gave her the abilities that she possessed; without it, he was sure, she would be almost nothing in comparison to her current status and power. Nevertheless, she commanded great power and respect, even from him.
She stopped, almost directly in front of Natas. The two stood eye-to-eye, or headlights to slit in helmet; as it was. Even Natas’ bright headlamp eyes could not penetrate through the darkness that resided within her helmet, a fact that had always annoyed him profoundly; he had always wanted to know what she looked like under all that armour, or even if there actually was anyone inside that suit. Again she spoke, emotionless as always, and Natas listened.
“Mentar…” he finally said, after silence had taken over the situation once more. “Have you lost weight?” he sniggered. “I must say, this is quite the surprise-a pleasant one though, I assure you.” he bowed. It was an over-the-top bow to say the least, his left arm across his gut and his body bending right over for a considerable amount of time. Finally he returned his body to an upright position; if he had facial features he would have been grinning, almost certainly.
“We all know where Lucifer is anyway.” this would surprise Mentar, as clearly she was unaware of Lucifer’s whereabouts. Natas had paused for effect. “Soon after Loki transformed the nine levels of hell into one huge realm, Lucifer tricked Loki and stole his domain before fleeing back into his. Since then none have seen him, and those who claim they have are either liars or extremely select.” Natas spoke with an increasing level of disgust for his old master, being that he had directly served Lucifer before Loki.
“And as for Loki,” he paused briefly, unsure of what he should tell Mentar. “Well, that situation speaks for itself.” it was vague, but it would help him determine how much she knew exactly.
“So tell me Mentar,” he paused briefly once more. “What brings you here to this beautiful land, on this lovely night?”
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Post by Shei'ki\Agatha on Aug 4, 2008 12:35:19 GMT
Pariah had, in truth, been in that place for a few minuites now. Motivations known only to her superiors had compelled her to keep a wide berth on Natas, to observe, to understand. Her Inquisitor flicked and twitched every couple seconds, focusing entirely upon him. It was a point of interest, though, that localized sound surrounded him, and affected nothing else. She picked up on a voice... it wasn't physically possible, but something had spoken to him, and the memory of it decayed rapidly, raising some red flags.
When sound manifested light and energy, Pariah remained relaxed. She had no such things as fear or bloodlust, no desire to kill or to be still. She had nothing in her heart or mind... which might have accounted for her absence to Natas... or perhaps the white ghost inside her was simply screaming too quietly for him to hear.
Her sensors did come to one unusual conclusion, though. These were not humans, and these came from the outer realms, the otherworlds. She knew this... because the Ghost knew this. Something in her told her... that these served another. When she heard the name Loki spoken, something came to her, reminded her of something... she had never known to begin with as Pariah or Jenny. It was a flash of greater suffering, of a man with white hair, smiling at her through flames, of a wickedness and darkness greater than any she had ever known in any living thing... but like Mentar's first words, the Headhunter silenced the thoughts, pushing them into oblivion. Pariah continued without skipping a beat; it must have been irrelevant data, she had no way of knowing any better.
Just the same, she remained hidden. Now was not the time to appear.
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Post by Tidus Revok on Aug 4, 2008 20:41:12 GMT
A veil of darkness covered the night sky, the moon faintly glowed through the clouds overhead. It barely sufficed for lighting Tidus path through the darkness. If it were not for Natas's glowing eyes flickering a far way off he would easlily get lost in a matter of minutes.
"I wonder what these guys are up to. I would rather not have to work with these people, but my dream has come just too close to be snatched away yet again by another guy with a hero complex. That guy in armor may pose a threat. I just hope he minds his own bussiness."
Tidus had made many journeys in his short lifetime, all of which had been for the purpose of finding one historical or legendary artifact after another. All of which were supposed to have mystical properties of course! But he had finally found one - the scroll. His mind battled between whether he should write in it or not. The tempation was overwhelming, but he refused.
"I woln't become like that freak Markis, no matter the case. And besides, it's too late now, the scroll is..." Tidus stopped, Natas had stopped moving, was he waiting for him? Or was there danger? He must have been waiting, those two didn't seem to be the type to react to danger like deer caught in the headlights. Tidus came up next to them with a sprint.
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Post by seriyu on Aug 5, 2008 5:05:15 GMT
(Note: The majority of this post takes place before anyone has arrived. The information provided is supposed to remain between Mentar and Natas; no one else is to know about it. Please make your following post regarding that thought; you will know when you have arrived in the post. [Don’t worry, Jenny; I won’t break continuity about you hearing Loki’s name])
“Ah,” was the only word to part Mentar’s lips. Her voice was not curt, nor did it possess any emotion; her plain thoughts were compiled together into the simplest word in her arsenal. Plenty of words could have conveyed everything, but Mentar preferred the direct approach; the least effort she had to give to something, the fewer questions would be asked.
Natas confirmed the status of Loki in his comments....Rumors had been circulating around about the death of the Lord of Hell, but no one was truly sure about what had truly happened. But Mentar now knew that Lucifer controlled the former Lord’s domain, and there were only two ways to come into possession of a domain in Hell. As the demon had clearly put it, “That situation clearly speaks for itself.” Mentar had no response but a single word.
For a moment, the two stood only feet from one another, not a single word exchanged; the silence was only met by a gentle wind passing by. The end of Mentar’s cape fluttered against the air pressure trying to pass through it (most likely, Natas’s cape went under a similar effect). The grass below clung to the ground, holding onto its last ounces of life before being uprooted from the ground; the only safe grass was already dead, and slept eternally within the casket of Mentar’s footprints. The only other sound filling the void of silence were the amplified breaths going through the dark shroud in her helmet.
And then, Natas broke the void of sound, asking the obvious question: “So tell me Mentar. What brings you here to this beautiful land, on this lovely night?” Yes, why indeed? Why wasn’t Mentar currently back in Limbo where she called home? Why wasn’t she taking out her sadistic lust on the souls of the damned?
“It’s merely business,” her low voice rumbled in response, hiding every trace of her feminine voice. It was hard to believe that underneath her armor was woman much smaller than the demon she graced with her company; the armor hid her true appearance. It mattered not whether Mentar was male or female, tall or short, fat or skinny, or what she appeared like-- she was the same person. The armor masked her body, and beneath the armor hid an idea-- the darkest manifestation of fear known to man-- and ideas survive beyond the coil of mortality.
She was going to continue her thought, but the corners of Mentar’s senses were suddenly prickled by something she had not noticed before; she and Natas were no longer alone. In the distance, two more people were quickly approaching. It would be only another thirty seconds before the two would be among them.
So, Natas has taken on the assistance of some commoners... The thought did not surprise her in the slightest; Natas never was the sharpest mind among the Lords, but his loyalty was second to none (probably one of the few reasons Loki kept so much faith within him). Yet, the task before him should not have been one that required much effort beyond himself and Dramanius. To involve mortals in the scenario...someone sure had a lot of balls to do it.
“I’m going to have to be frank here.” Again, while the situation had changed, nothing about her tone had changed; yet, while her tone was always monotonous, she never sounded dull. “As you said, there are a select few that have been in conversation with Lucifer....I’m one of those people, ironically.” She paused for effect; all the while, Pariah and Tidus came ever closer to their destination. “He knows what you’re planning-- what Loki’s planning-- and how you plan to do it.”
Meanwhile, the demon would find his thoughts invaded; like when Mentar had just arrived, this voice had no audible source; it came from everywhere at once, and quickly faded away into the void of his head, only lingering in his own thoughts. Ignore everything that I say out loud from here on out; we’ll soon be having company among us, and I have no intention in foiling your plans...This is merely a safety precaution; nothing more.
She paused again for effect; by now, the Infernal One would have peaked the interest of Natas. Her thoughts had been projected at the same time as her words-- somehow, they were holding two conversations at the same time. And Mentar knew with confidence that her hidden message would be heard only by the two of them, for her message worked on a link that only two Lords of Hell could share.
Taking in a breath, she continued. “Recently, you’ve made quite a few enemies out of those who know what you’re planning....Your methods to convince them were rather interesting, if I do say so myself.”
Recently, I’ve come across something that you will find most interesting....You’ve had fairly shoddy methods of planning, if I do say so myself.
“You have two people assisting you right now; they will never be enough against Ryan, especially if Aion joins him; you will surely fail unless you heed my words.”
You have five pieces to find in order to succeed, and for now, one of them is safely in my possession...you would be wise to heed my words.
“If you have any plans in succeeding, you will need to tread lightly; I have a feeling that there is a prince walking Dragonia that will cause your downfall if he learns of your cause.”
If you have any plans in succeeding, you will need to meet me in Limbo in a half-hour’s time. Come alone; leave Dramanius to convince those who arrive to your cause.
“Your advantage lies in the fact that those working against know not what they’re seeking; for now, even if they get the information, you’ll have a head start, so use that to your advantage.”
Your advantage lies in the fact that I currently hold one piece of your puzzle; for now, even if they get a hold of the other four, you’ll have an ace in the hole, so use that to your advantage.
Mentar paused for a moment, giving Natas some more time to absorb the information that he had just received. By this time, the rabbit-eared figure had stopped moving, several feet away; Tidus, meanwhile, continued his movements towards the group.
“I have told you everything that I can for now, and I must be on my way. Dramanius is free to know about everything discussed, but remember...” She paused for a moment, and continued. “Be weary; Loki’s fate depends on it...”
Come alone; Loki’s fate depends on it...
Without further ado, the surrounding area was once again filled with the black fog of darkness. The wind sparked up, and the temperature dropped; it only lasted for a few seconds, but once it had ended, Mentar was gone from sight.
(Note: Just to clarify, Pariah and Tidus should not have heard any of the conversation, up until her last monologue. Also, as noted in the post, they will not have heard ANY of Mentar’s telepathic message, even if they possess the Read Mind ability. Please keep that noted in your response.)
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Post by Ryan - Loki on Aug 12, 2008 9:52:04 GMT
(OOC: Come on people, lets see some activity. LoD can't remain up and running without you guys!)
Slowly the light that was Natas’ left eye raised slightly, as if he were raising his eyebrow in suspicion. For Mentar was now not only speaking to him aloud but also mentally as well. For one with less control, or skill for that matter, they would have had some considerable trouble focusing and listening to the two conversations at once, but not for Natas. He listened to all Mentar had to say and remained in silence while she spoke, merely thinking about each and every word she spoke, and the motive behind those said words.
‘Why is she soon keen on helping us? What are her motives? Hmm…maybe it’s a trap, a deception from Lucifer...she did say she had spoken to Lucifer, one of the few who actually have…’ many questions ran through his head, the answers to them he was not sure about. How could he be certain of anything?
Loki had given them no warning of Mentar helping, or Aion’s sudden appearance either. Perhaps Loki wasn’t as knowledgeable as he once was, though in his current situation it was surprising how much he knew. Lost in thought Natas had hardly taken much notice of Mentar as she left, though her words still rung out strongly in his mind.
Now alone, and by alone what was meant was that Mentar had left, Natas directed his vision off into the darkness of the night. ‘I know you’re out there, the both of you.’ he was speaking to Tidus and Priah; their arrival had not gone unnoticed. ‘Come forward, we have much to talk about.’
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Post by Shei'ki\Agatha on Aug 13, 2008 11:21:20 GMT
The gynoid did not respond to the command of the fell lord, did not move an inch, her sensors seemingly on the fritz. Had she really picked up anything? It was difficult to tell now... anything she had, had been wiped from data almost as quickly as it had been taken note of. Now, not even the memory of their occurrence remained, or any indication the events ever happened. There wasn't even a hole in memory to wonder at... it was as if she'd picked up nothing at all.
It was by an unseen hand's command that she did move, though. Behind her was a nation of mankind, and she had to obey the voice of her commander.
"Go."
It had said, and she went, surfacing into the blank slate of moonlit path on dead earth, unbreathing, pale as death, and silent. The six inquisitor sensors flared behind her head, covering every angle, and listening closely, and she picked up on the presence of the boy as well, but, naturally, did not respond to him. Irrelevent. Fodder. Not worth her time to notice, because she had not been commanded to notice him, like a good little golem.
Had that been... bitterness? She didn't even know enough to question her own thoughts, but her line of thought had certainly included that little detail. She felt nothing.. it made no sense, logically, so she wiped it before she even communicated the thought. Her line of thinking... remained simple. One foot... in front of the other... silent... listen... watch... and obey. She did all these things... exceedingly well.
She froze, twenty feet from Natas, her soulless gaze simply falling on him, but she was watching him, not just looking in his direction... watching him in a way human beings could not, noting every movement, every shift of posture, even the way he formed his words and blinked his eyes. She was unblinking, unmoving, still as if she were a mannequin, a stark contrast to her behavoir earlier even today.
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Post by Ryan - Loki on Aug 17, 2008 13:02:40 GMT
(OOC: Tidus, we can’t wait forever for you to post man, and we kind of need you around for this lol I’m going to carry on without you for now, but if you come back at any time then just jump back in. Ok?)
Natas merely looked on as the strange woman stood roughly twenty feet away from him, while the other boy also waited off in the distance not far off to the left of her. Despite his eyes lighting up the surrounding area there still remained an unnatural darkness in this place; it was most certainly a cursed land. This mattered very little at any rate, as Natas could see in the dark as if it was as plain as day, and so he watched her.
She remained still, not even moving in the slightest little way. It was odd to watch someone remained as still as a statue. Her eyes weren’t even blinking, despite the wind that was blowing directly in her direction. She certainly wasn’t normal, either that or she just had an extremely high level to pain and the little nuisances that the body usually bestowed on people.
Growing bored of the staring contest he was having with her a soft sigh escaped from Natas’ mouth, though his mouth was carefully hidden beneath his exoskeleton. ‘Are you quite done waiting, or are you going to stay there all night?’ he bluntly asked. There was a slight hint of annoyance in the tone of his voice. Natas wasn’t a patient man, and liked allies that were keen to prove themselves useful. ‘Or of course you could continue to prove useless to my-I mean, OUR cause.’ he had almost slipped up, but it didn’t matter either way.
‘What is your name mysterious woman? And how will you prove useful to us on our quest? If at all.’
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Post by Shei'ki\Agatha on Aug 18, 2008 4:20:47 GMT
She let him speak his piece, let him ask her questions and look down on her. Honestly, it was like he was talking to a pile of bricks; the words bounced off harmlessly. She had no feelings, and no spirit to rile up. She just stared at him for a good long minuite, the abyss of oblivion in her eyes, deeper and blacker than the deepest pit of hell... for even there, there was... something. A scream, an echo, a flame... something... but in her eyes, there was nothing. An abyss.
So her reply was equally as abyssmal. This demon was speaking nonsense, none of what he wanted to know could possbily have any relevance, for she had no need to prove herself, he had no reason to require a name, and she had little reason to give a damn what he thought about her usefulness as it was. Her reply was blunt.
"PURPOSE: ASSIST." she began
"QUERIES: IRRELEVANT." she said, her voice as cold and lifeless as her eyes were, but shattering the silence like cracked glass struck by a baseball bat.
"RELEVANT INPUT REQUIRED" she said, basically telling him to get to his damn point. She had no patience... well, no impatience either, but she was there to do a job, and his arrogance wasn't doing him a lick of good with this female being before him. She could not care less.
Her controllers were not so patient. Just by Natas's arrogance, they grew quite irritated. What was this human, that he could talk like that? They let her loose a little, raised the headhunter's limits on her passive energy levels, and bid her take the slack. This was not a particularly terrible command, and she did not care... so she accepted the surge. IT was a quarter of the estimated body's safe limits, but the effects were... sudden and dramatic.
A crackling, wailing female's scream, as if it were through a poor communication device, rose from her body even as her hair levitated. A slamming noise came immediately after that as her manifested energy came out in a roar. Dust whipped in all directions from her, blades of grass became dust, the stones themselves flew from her presence as if in terror. The ground cratered a few moments later around her feet, and she levitated above the cracking earth. Her body was luminescent, her eyes like molten gold in her head, her aura alive... moving. She was a live wire... and this was but a small portion of her manifested on the world. She was a weapon, clear to see even to the fell lord's eyes... far more powerful than some mere minion.
"STATEMENT: GET TO THE POINT."
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Post by Ryan - Loki on Aug 18, 2008 10:21:25 GMT
Natas looked on at this female, this thing, with a mixture of curiosity and thought. She was most certainly not what she appeared to be, yet at the same time she was exactly that. She looked Dragonian, for the most part, but at the same time there was a resounding difference about her, and it just didn’t lie in the few strange aspects of her appearance, no, it went deeper than that. It was her eyes, they were emotionless and deep, but an empty, endless deep, as if staring down a dark well that you couldn’t see the bottom of.
As soon as she began her replies it was clear to anyone listening that this woman wasn’t normal, then again who was? But with her it was different. She sounded robotic, more so than a mere impression as well. However she quickly seemed to loose her patients when Natas was slow to respond to her requests, which were actually more like demands in truth. Her momentary display of power amused him though. Obviously she had no idea who he was, and that’s exactly what he and Dramanius had been aiming to achieve.
She and her responses intrigued Natas, causing a wryly grin to creep across his face, but neither his thoughts nor expressions could be read underneath his exoskeleton, which in itself appeared to be nothing more than a mask or thin piece of armour.
‘I’ll decide what is and isn’t relevant.’ He stated boldly, a clear hint of amusement in his tone. ‘And you are in no position to demand things of me, when you haven’t even done what I’ve requested of you.’ was he pushing her too hard? He didn’t want to cause her to loose interest in their cause, at least not until it was completed, but he couldn’t be seen to be a push over; he wouldn’t be seen to be a push over.
‘I can’t explain anything until I know I can trust you…at least to an extent.’ he turned somewhat to his right, looking back towards the ruins where the flashes of light and sparks still emanated from Ryan and Dramanius’ battle. He pointed in that direction, still looking at the woman. ‘At least the boy has been nice enough to prove himself.’ he was pointing at Tidus, who was still hidden close by in the darkness of the night.
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Post by Ryan - Loki on Aug 29, 2008 15:29:45 GMT
Suddenly all fell quirt across the land. The battle at the ruins had stopped. The reason? Unknown. As Natas suddenly started to contemplate possible outcomes of the battle, either one of them would die or one would flee, as if from the very shadows that surrounded the area, Dramanius appeared, stepping from amidst a small cloud of fog. Natas turned to face his companion. Natas had known Dramanius for a long time now, and had spent an equal amount of time with him while they attempted to bring Loki back from the dead, and despite Dramanius’ usual, calm appearance, there were several other emotions and feelings bubbling just under the surface. Natas could see them all in small traits.
‘Well, well, well, you’ve decided to join us Dramanius. Took you long enough.’ Natas would have been grinning, if he had a visible mouth.
‘Get those headlight eyes out of my face.’ It was an order, cold and annoyed. However, Natas continued to look directly into the Chaos demons face, seemingly undeterred by the order.
‘I’m right in thinking that you took care of that samurai scum, right?’ Dramanius’ look said it all. Natas needed not ask any more questions. With a sigh he turned his head away from Dramanius. ‘Mentar gave me a visit.’ Dramanius’ look, once again, said it all.
‘She did?’ there was genuine surprise in his voice.
‘Yes, yes she did.’ Natas was careful about what he was saying now; he wasn’t sure who was listening. ‘I have to go and met her. She has important information to our course. Keep an eye on the kids, ok?’ with that Natas faded away, much like Dramanius had faded in.
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Post by Shei'ki\Agatha on Sept 1, 2008 4:52:32 GMT
(OOC: Beh, aint got it in me for a long post tonight. Sorry to keep you waiting)
Pariah restated her purpose. Her jets had cooled, and her energies were nonexistant again, leaving the mist-like cloud of dust all around her to settle at its own leisure... which it did lazily... it was a dead zone. Again, though... she restated her purpose of being there.
"STATEMENT;
IDENTITY: PARIAH 01
FUNCTION: WEAPON
DIRECTORATE: RECIEVE FURTHER INSTRUCTION"
She pointed to Dramainus, the remaining fell lord, and spoke again, this time saying
"REQUIRE DIRECTORATE. PLEASE INPUT." she said simply, and lowered her hand, unbreathing, unthinking, only relaying her own orders. She was to listen to him, and she could care less who he was. Her orders were her orders.
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Post by Ryan - Loki on Sept 1, 2008 10:19:08 GMT
Dramanius hadn’t even managed a reply before Natas had vanished, nor had he attempted a reply. He wasn’t about to make a fool of himself, attempting to speak to Natas as he vanished, but what Natas had said did intrigue Dramanius. Mentar? What could she want, or possibly have to offer us? he couldn’t pinpoint anything. Dramanius knew where Natas would have to meet her, in limbo. Natas was stupid, but he wasn’t stupid enough to venture into hell without a good reason, not with Lucifer having banished them with threats of oblivion if they returned.
It was then that Dramanius’ thoughts were jogged back to where he was, and more specifically the strange female that had attacked the white knight back at the ruins. Who was she? Her voice sounded robotic, which coincided with an earlier though about her being an android of sorts, but who was controlling this thing, and to what purpose? But more importantly, could they be trusted? Dramanius did not know the answers to the questions that plagued him, but he knew he would have to step lightly.
‘We have one objective, and one objective only Pariah 01.’ Dramanius begun. He spoke loudly so that the young boy, who was still hiding nearby, could also hear them. ‘We are on a quest to save my master from an eternity of limbo between the realms of the living and the dead.’ his thin lips curled up at the corners. Perhaps it’s time I embellished a bit.
‘There is a dark time coming to this planet, a time darker than seven years ago during the great disaster. My master will be needed in this dark time. As I, and my master, explained during his message, ample amounts of glory, riches and power await those who contribute to our course.’ it was only a half lie. ‘My master is a powerful man, capable of great things…things thought impossible by many.’
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Post by Tidus Revok on Sept 10, 2008 17:14:52 GMT
Tidus finally stepped out of the shadows, but only when he was certain that lunatic woman wasn't going to attack anyone. For most of his life he'd had an easy enough time figuring out who was good and who wasn't – especially when he'd had Falkan and later Nishaio by his side. Suddenly everything was muddled. Just the night before he'd been battling Markis alongside a Samurai and a Knight, and this girl showed up helping them all. Now he and the girl were helping this Dramanius fellow against the Knight and the Samurai. The thought was unnerving – the Knight seemed awfully sure about Dramanius having evil intentions, and he didn't seem the type to be wrong about things.
Then again, it didn't matter. If there was even a grain of truth to the promises that were being made, he could find the power to revive his family. In fact, if everything Nishaio had told him about Markis was true and he played his cards right, he wouldn't even have to do it himself. In Dramanius turned out to be evil after all, a slight modification to his plan would make things right anyway. There was nothing to lose.
”Okay, Dramanius – is that really your name? I'm giving up on asking for details, for now, but it doesn't mean I trust you yet. Still, I'm assuming you're accepting the terms of my help. So now what? There's two of us here to help, and I think that's all you're getting. Stop promising things already and let's get to work. Where are we going first?”
He almost hoped his curt speech would get a rise out of Dramanius. He needed to find a chink in everyone's armor as quickly as possible if this was going to work the way he planned.
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