Almora "..."
Race: Sahd Dragokin
Full Name: Almora
Social Status:
Occupation: Hunter/Assassin
Age: Unknown
Height: 5' 10"
Build: Lithe, athleticly toned.
Hair: None
Eyes: Glowing purple.
Distinguishing Marks:
General Information: An oddity amongst the Dragokin subraces the Sahd are enigmatic and keep to themselves. Due to their unique and seemingly more complex physiology there are many who believe they are not originally one of the Dragokin races but rather a race that was absorbed by the Directorate. Sahd have dark colored scales and long folding and extending spines on their back and forearms. Possessing of a natural ability to fade from sight as well as being able to teleport short distances the enigmatic beings make excellent hunter killer soldiers for the Directorate. The most striking feature and most offputting to other races, Dragokin included are the race's splitting jaws, upper and lower jaw splitting down the middle and revealing unseen teeth used both for posturing and intimidation.
Almora herself wears black stealth armor that allows complete freedom of movement and access to her body's natural weapons and her innate stealth abilites to go unhindered.
Combat Type:
Unique Talents, Abilities and Personal Equipment:
Family:
Personality:
Ulmaren and Zelmaren
Race: Bulgori Dragokin
Full Name: Ulmaren and Zelmaren
Social Status: Warrior
Occupation: Soldier
Age: 197
Height: 8'2"
Build: Heavy, well muscled
Hair: None
Eyes: Fiery Gold
Distinguishing Marks: Numerous battle scars
General Information: The Bulgori are a sturdy race with powerful limbs and broad shoulders. Though their shoulders are naturally broader than most other races to support their second head. The wider chest also accommodates redundant organs that can keep a wounded Bulgori functionally alive after wounds that would be the end of most races.
Combat Type: Ranged combat with firearms and explosives.
Unique Talents, Abilities and Personal Equipment: Ulmaren and Zelmaren together are technically adept, serving as the ship's engineer as well as field technician and demolitionist. Having two linked heads often gives them a clearer insight into a situation and allows them to work through it better than one person might on their own. In combat they tend to favor a Bulgori beam rifle, a sturdy, rectangular weapon that fires a flattened energy beam that will disintegrate armor and short out electrical systems. It is not uncommon for them to have numerous explosives in the form of genades, mines and remote charges on them in the field.
Family: Unknown
Personality:
Degora
Race: Xelnorath Dragokin
Full Name: Degora
Social Status: Warrior
Occupation: Soldier
Age: 205
Height: 10' 5"
Build: Heavy, well muscled
Hair: None
Eyes: Deep Red
Distinguishing Marks:
General Information: Xelnorath are physically the largest and the sturdiest of the Dragonkin races. It is rare to see one under nine and a half feet tall in the Warrior stage and many surpass ten feet in height. Standing on trunk like legs they are physical powerhouses, able to wrestle down predators that outweigh even themselves. Degora is no different, coming from one of the most respected Ancient pairings he has genetics and a life time of effort to back up his race's tendency towards strength. Thick yellow-green hide coats his body, protecting him to a level near that of light body armor of some races. Like all Xelnorath he has short horns but powerful claws and a muscular tail that is a weapon all its own.
Combat Type: Close range combat with assault weapons, blades and unarmed melee.
Unique Talents, Abilities and Personal Equipment: Degora is a very physical fighter, using his brawn to batter down opponents rather than waste ammunition on something he feels he can kill with his bare hands. When a weapon is required he prefers flechette and blade guns as well as short range scatter blasters and breaching guns, anything to inflict mass, close quarters carnage.
Family: Unknown, descended from a respected pairing.
Personality:
Baegahn
Race: Aqu Dragokin
Full Name:Baegahn
Social Status: Warrior
Occupation: Soldier/Pilot
Age: 165
Height: 5' 11"
Build: Lean, athletic tone
Hair: None
Eyes: Light blue
Distinguishing Marks:
General Information: The Aqu are a leaner race of Dragokin with smooth scales and fins rather than rough hide and horns or spikes. They are powerful swimmers with fins on their arms, legs, back, head and tail, all of which save the tail fins can fold flat while all but the fins on the head and neck contain poisonous barbs.
Combat Type: Small arms
Unique Talents, Abilities and Personal Equipment: Baegahn, strange for his kind, is the Grim Wing's pilot. He fills the role well and shows remarkable skill. When forced to engage in personal combat he strikes with precision using small arms, mainly a pair of marksman's pistols.
Family: Unknown
Personality:
Ki'shek
Race: Vyw Dragokin
Full Name: Ki'shek
Social Status: Warrior
Occupation: Soldier
Age: 93
Height: 5' 11.5"
Build: Lean, athletic tone
Hair: None
Eyes: Yellow orange
Distinguishing Marks:
General Information: Vyw Dragokin are the only Dragokin species to possess wings. Fully capable of flight they serve as light air support in Directorate ground engagements.
Combat Type: Sniper
Unique Talents, Abilities and Personal Equipment: With thruster assisted armor Ki'shek can easily reached elevated positions to put his long range abilities to use. Armed with a precision launcher, a sniper like weapon that fires micro rockets with varying warheads, he can deal tremendous damage without exposing himself to enemy fire.
Family: Unknown
Personality:
Prophet
Race: Saperi Dragokin
Full Name: Known only to other Saperi
Social Status: Military Officer
Occupation: Commander of Freelance Vessel Grim Wing
Age: 247
Height: 6'1"
Build: Medium Light, athletic tone.
Hair: None
Eyes: Red-pink with slit pupils
Distinguishing Marks:
General Information: Saperi are the most human like of all Dragokin sub races, and apart from the Sahd, the least like the others. Standing at about average human height the Saperi are scaled humanoids with many dragonic features, including clawed hands and feet, sharp teeth, slit pupils, forked tongues and horns. As a male Saperi Prophet's horns start short near the front of his head and grow longer as the rows progress, ending in the longest set extending down his neck from the back of his skull, giving the vague impression of hair to some. Deep aqua scales cover his body, granting him some level of physical durability over races with only skin. However he is not as hardy as the Bulgori nor the Xelnorath.
Combat Type: Mild telekinetics coupled with aggressive telepathic attack, that failing, conventional weapons can be used.
Unique Talents, Abilities and Personal Equipment: As with all Saperi Prophet is unable to compete physically with the power and durability of other Dragokin races, Sahd included. His strength as well as the rest of his race lies in their highly developed brains, many are brilliant planners, analyzers and tacticians. A high ratio of their population has at least some level of ESP though in many it is fleeting moments of precognition, usually only leading to instances of deja vu. Prophet has worked hard to focus his mental abilities, gaining a mild level of telekinetic ability and an advanced mastery of telepathy. Using this is capable of communicating with and interrogating others as well as projecting mental force on a level capable of causing neurological damage.
Family: Unknown
Personality:
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Crew of the Grim Wing
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Vintu
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Shpleem
Description
So begins...
Crew of the Grim Wing's Story
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"Let Prophet know we are beginning our final approach." Baegahn announced over the ship's comm. Prophet would be notified with a buzz at his door, the Sapieri noble often silenced the comm in his room so that he would not be disturbed in his meditations. He was standing behind the pilot in less than a minute, watching on the screen their descent towards the ambitiously named Freeport.
"Population scans show primarily mammals Eminence, primates." the winged copilot announced. "Apes, feh, we shall see if they are versed in such things as common courtesy." said the reptilian commander.
The ship came to hover over a landing bay, wings closing as its landing struts deployed before it lowered to the ground, settling with a hiss and the sound of its shifting weight. A hatch on the side, near the head of the silver plated vessel hissed open and a being resembling a humanoid, two headed dragon stepped out, a large, rectangular rifle slung under a pillar like arm. Following them was an even more massive being, also armed. Two others stepped out after him, one with fins the other with a pair of large wings. Following them was Prophet, the most human of the group, accompanied by a lean, black armored, female reptiloid at his side.
"Hmph, not earning points on the welcome I think." muttered the winged member of the group, a long rifle slung on his back.
"Population scans show primarily mammals Eminence, primates." the winged copilot announced. "Apes, feh, we shall see if they are versed in such things as common courtesy." said the reptilian commander.
The ship came to hover over a landing bay, wings closing as its landing struts deployed before it lowered to the ground, settling with a hiss and the sound of its shifting weight. A hatch on the side, near the head of the silver plated vessel hissed open and a being resembling a humanoid, two headed dragon stepped out, a large, rectangular rifle slung under a pillar like arm. Following them was an even more massive being, also armed. Two others stepped out after him, one with fins the other with a pair of large wings. Following them was Prophet, the most human of the group, accompanied by a lean, black armored, female reptiloid at his side.
"Hmph, not earning points on the welcome I think." muttered the winged member of the group, a long rifle slung on his back.
He was practically singing. It wasn't every day, Hunt, or lifetime for that matter one was chosen to be a chooser. Skipping along with more than a smile in his step, Ryan Berentes made his way about the simple errands he had to complete before embarking on his journey for Vien. He had dreamed of this day since practically being a kid, and...!
A shadow swept over him, silence looming in it's wake. Murmuring, many citizens of Freeport angled a finger to the sky. A ship was up there, large and foreign. None like had ever come here before. Taking to the path beneath awnings, Ryan continued his pursuit towards the main docking ports. He, like many others, cast wary glances to the sky. It wasn't until the thing landed that the city seemed to breathe. A small crowd formed in awe, now that fear had been swept under the rug, as the side hatches of the door opened. He tried to avoid it, truly he did, but curiosity got the better of Ryan. He shouldered his way through the small and bustling mob. All were trying to get a close look without looking like they were trying to get a close look. Ryan played with a glowing orange orb at his wrist as he peeked above the heads of strangers at the even strangers.
The crowd took a step back, if not fully so, at the sight of weapons. Many were at ease upon touching their own firearms, some giving nods of approval at the foreigners. Of course, there was the lady or three who ushered away her children with scorn for the showy entrance. Then, as if a sigh, the initial shock faded. Even more Freeportions pressed forth with questions, comments, and concerns.
"Where are you from?" Rang from the lips of many, "Are you here for the Hunt?" "Do you speak Common?"
"Where'd you get that piece of tech?"
"Is it core compatible?"
"Can I touch it?"
Ryan grinned up at the ship from the second row, but really the people caught his attention. If they could be called people. He stared at them levelly, a friendly twinkle in his eye. His lips stayed closed in the sea of chatter.
A shadow swept over him, silence looming in it's wake. Murmuring, many citizens of Freeport angled a finger to the sky. A ship was up there, large and foreign. None like had ever come here before. Taking to the path beneath awnings, Ryan continued his pursuit towards the main docking ports. He, like many others, cast wary glances to the sky. It wasn't until the thing landed that the city seemed to breathe. A small crowd formed in awe, now that fear had been swept under the rug, as the side hatches of the door opened. He tried to avoid it, truly he did, but curiosity got the better of Ryan. He shouldered his way through the small and bustling mob. All were trying to get a close look without looking like they were trying to get a close look. Ryan played with a glowing orange orb at his wrist as he peeked above the heads of strangers at the even strangers.
The crowd took a step back, if not fully so, at the sight of weapons. Many were at ease upon touching their own firearms, some giving nods of approval at the foreigners. Of course, there was the lady or three who ushered away her children with scorn for the showy entrance. Then, as if a sigh, the initial shock faded. Even more Freeportions pressed forth with questions, comments, and concerns.
"Where are you from?" Rang from the lips of many, "Are you here for the Hunt?" "Do you speak Common?"
"Where'd you get that piece of tech?"
"Is it core compatible?"
"Can I touch it?"
Ryan grinned up at the ship from the second row, but really the people caught his attention. If they could be called people. He stared at them levelly, a friendly twinkle in his eye. His lips stayed closed in the sea of chatter.
"Back off ape." snarled the largest of the group, using a large hand to stiff arm one away from him. "You are not to approach Prophet." he said. "Easy now Degora, curiosity is what sets the mammals apart, particularly apes and felines, but then again, isn't there an ape saying 'Curiosity killed the cat?'" he asked aloud of another getting too close for his liking.
When one came too close to the lean black scaled member of the group she growled softly in her throat before turning and roaring in his face, jaws splitting into four segments, each lined with razor teeth.
"We are here for the Hunt Almora, leave the local cretins be." Prophet advised. "Degora, remain with the Grim Wing, we shall return once we have located a huntsmaster or whatever title the locals have given their so called hunting guides." he said, sneering at a few, particularly any that cowered away from Almora and Degora's display.
When one came too close to the lean black scaled member of the group she growled softly in her throat before turning and roaring in his face, jaws splitting into four segments, each lined with razor teeth.
"We are here for the Hunt Almora, leave the local cretins be." Prophet advised. "Degora, remain with the Grim Wing, we shall return once we have located a huntsmaster or whatever title the locals have given their so called hunting guides." he said, sneering at a few, particularly any that cowered away from Almora and Degora's display.
The Prophet? Some citizens of Freeport cowered when pushed away, but all too many more sneaked around to get close to the new beings and their foreign craft. A stiff arm could only hold off the meek of heart, and this wasn't a very meek place all things considered. The citizens continued to crowd and poke, until finally they were hushed back in awe and fear as one of the beings roared like a monster. Squeals pulsed through the crowd as some of the citizens of Freeport balked at the display. Such horrifying teeth! Still more applauded the ferocity, grinning ear to ear. Some realized this would probably be the escalation of drama and sidled off to other less interesting business.
Huntsmaster? That term sounded like something along the lines of a Hunter, which he most certainly was one of. He took a step closer to the alien group, standing off to one side as if waiting to be addressed. After a few moments, Ryan found the prime opportunity to pipe up, "Here for the Hunt?"
Of course, he had overheard them just discussing their exact purpose. He just didn't think intruding on conversation would go over well with this crowd.
Huntsmaster? That term sounded like something along the lines of a Hunter, which he most certainly was one of. He took a step closer to the alien group, standing off to one side as if waiting to be addressed. After a few moments, Ryan found the prime opportunity to pipe up, "Here for the Hunt?"
Of course, he had overheard them just discussing their exact purpose. He just didn't think intruding on conversation would go over well with this crowd.
Prophet turned his red pink eyes on the one who spoke up regarding him for a moment. "Yes, if you would have the courtesy to remove this rabble we can discuss the issue further." he said, standing with his arms clasped behind his back, face set in a bland expression of mild annoyance.
The two headed member of the crew hissed in annoyance as the crowd refused to back off, considering raising their rifle or tossing some noisemakers into the sea of people. The combat harness of their armor was visibly containing a number of grenades and ammo packs for the rifle they carried.
The female who had roared glared at those who refused to be frightened off from her display, vanishing in a burst of purple and black and reappearing atop the ship, away from the crowd.
The two headed member of the crew hissed in annoyance as the crowd refused to back off, considering raising their rifle or tossing some noisemakers into the sea of people. The combat harness of their armor was visibly containing a number of grenades and ammo packs for the rifle they carried.
The female who had roared glared at those who refused to be frightened off from her display, vanishing in a burst of purple and black and reappearing atop the ship, away from the crowd.
"Right," Ryan bobbed informally and smiled as he did when his wife was angry with the other customers at the market. Rabble it might be, but they were citizens, and it wasn't every day a new sentient species landed in your city. Heck, he had come to oggle himself! However, it was pretty impolite the way some people were acting. Many still avoided eye contact with the weaponry, with good reason. There were still those who snuck around and tried to touch at things they shouldn't. A hiss from a two headed member sent a group of teens stumbling over one another as they rushed off.
It didn't take long to locate his phone and text for transport. Of all the days he decided to walk! A burst of purple and black in his peripheral and gasps from the crowd meant the aliens had done something extraordinary again. There weren't any screams, so he kept to the text message. Thumbing away Ryan was quite pleased with himself and everything else about right then. Today was turning out better than ever. The best day ever!
He looked up at the extraterrestrials with a broad grin, "Welcome to Freeport! Transport's on the way." It took a second to weasel his way to the very front of the crowd-blast camera technology makin' every damned moron an artist-but Ryan managed it. "Alright," He addressed the crowd, standing tall. Some may have recognized him as Ryan Berentes. He was gorgeous, and he was a Hunter. He was also married, a point too often overlooked. "If everyone could just give our guests some space," A few hand waves later and he looked to the Prophet individual. "If you could just do that roar thing...." He turned back to the crowd and stepped them back. They were unwilling, for the most part. Was the press here? Oh for the love of-"Step it back, people! Ah can someone get that thing in a cave port?"
It didn't take long to locate his phone and text for transport. Of all the days he decided to walk! A burst of purple and black in his peripheral and gasps from the crowd meant the aliens had done something extraordinary again. There weren't any screams, so he kept to the text message. Thumbing away Ryan was quite pleased with himself and everything else about right then. Today was turning out better than ever. The best day ever!
He looked up at the extraterrestrials with a broad grin, "Welcome to Freeport! Transport's on the way." It took a second to weasel his way to the very front of the crowd-blast camera technology makin' every damned moron an artist-but Ryan managed it. "Alright," He addressed the crowd, standing tall. Some may have recognized him as Ryan Berentes. He was gorgeous, and he was a Hunter. He was also married, a point too often overlooked. "If everyone could just give our guests some space," A few hand waves later and he looked to the Prophet individual. "If you could just do that roar thing...." He turned back to the crowd and stepped them back. They were unwilling, for the most part. Was the press here? Oh for the love of-"Step it back, people! Ah can someone get that thing in a cave port?"
Prophet sneered at the suggestion that he roar, for one he couldn't but just the mere suggestion that he would do something so uncivilized. "Stand ASIDE!" rang out the mental shout through out the crowd, Prophet glaring angrily at all who were gathered.
For those who didn't step aside the two headed member was gestured forward and he raised his rifle, preparing to fire a few blasts above people's heads. The group clearly felt no need to fear the people here and had no compunctions against hurting them when they didn't show the respect they felt entitled to.
Almora disappeared from the roof of the ship and reappeared among the others, gripping her sword this time, anyone coming to close to the Sahd wasn't going to come near anyone again.
For those who didn't step aside the two headed member was gestured forward and he raised his rifle, preparing to fire a few blasts above people's heads. The group clearly felt no need to fear the people here and had no compunctions against hurting them when they didn't show the respect they felt entitled to.
Almora disappeared from the roof of the ship and reappeared among the others, gripping her sword this time, anyone coming to close to the Sahd wasn't going to come near anyone again.
Ryan smile-flinched as the words Stand Aside echoed through his head. In shock the crowd hushed as they experienced the same thing. Those who didn't automatically recoil did so soon enough at sight of weapons being hoisted. Ryan, and perhaps another one or two mingled in the crowd, stood there grinning. These guys were clearly impressed with the display put forth by the aliens. The audience resumed their stared from farther back, many getting back to their business upon receiving a glare.
"Very nice. Sorry about the local, they love a good show. The more violence the better! Speaking of the Hunt-" He shut off his communicator before it's rings escalated, "Transport's here!" With a wave, Ryan began to walk away from the ship as a few people in uniform pushed towards them. Again, Welcome to Freeport. Welcome to Aberash, for that matter! Your ship will be properly taken care of I assure you, these men-" the uniformed men stood before them in a bustle, "-will see to that. I've ah-" Ryan frowned at his phone for a moment, "Been appointed your temporary ambassadors until-" another look at his phone -"Alllright. Ready?"
He turned on his heel and began towards a large, glossy transporter that hovered just beyond the mingling crowds. A large orange core pulsed in it's heart, a faint orange glow cast on the ground below. Flat, octagonal, black panes indicated at windows. From the side, a large hatch was just finishing it's descent.
"Very nice. Sorry about the local, they love a good show. The more violence the better! Speaking of the Hunt-" He shut off his communicator before it's rings escalated, "Transport's here!" With a wave, Ryan began to walk away from the ship as a few people in uniform pushed towards them. Again, Welcome to Freeport. Welcome to Aberash, for that matter! Your ship will be properly taken care of I assure you, these men-" the uniformed men stood before them in a bustle, "-will see to that. I've ah-" Ryan frowned at his phone for a moment, "Been appointed your temporary ambassadors until-" another look at his phone -"Alllright. Ready?"
He turned on his heel and began towards a large, glossy transporter that hovered just beyond the mingling crowds. A large orange core pulsed in it's heart, a faint orange glow cast on the ground below. Flat, octagonal, black panes indicated at windows. From the side, a large hatch was just finishing it's descent.
The largest member of the crew remained behind, blocking the entrance hatch as the uniformed men approached him. Pillar like arms were crossed over his chest and slung on his back was what looked like a hefty shotgun. "You will not go inside." he said, biting back to urge to remind them they were mere apes before him.
Prophet and the others followed Ryan, taking seats in silence through the two headed crewman did take a moment to examine the craft they were boarding before joining the others, having to turn to the side to get their extra wide shoulders inside.
"Word of this Hunt is scarce in the Directorate, can you enlighten us on the Gargantua?" asked the winged dragonlike being, moving his long rifle to rest on the floor beside him.
Prophet and the others followed Ryan, taking seats in silence through the two headed crewman did take a moment to examine the craft they were boarding before joining the others, having to turn to the side to get their extra wide shoulders inside.
"Word of this Hunt is scarce in the Directorate, can you enlighten us on the Gargantua?" asked the winged dragonlike being, moving his long rifle to rest on the floor beside him.
Brand quickly ran into freeport escaping Gin the ladar, and Saw a large transporter. "This could be a good escape." Brand jumped onto the transporter and sticked to the walls. He saw something similar to the dragon from the ruins, but not quite. He decided it was not it and stayed on the wall.
The transporter hatches closed, strange intruder slipping by undetected, and the big machine was off into the city of Freeport. Back at the main port terminal, mechanics did their best to communicate effectively the parking of the ship. Since it was a new vessel, practically a tourist attraction, it had to be stored in a containment cave and scanned for volatile substances. A nonintrusive procedure, they assured the large crew member from a step further away than necessary. If he could just maneuver the ship right this way...
"The Gargantua!" He beamed after securing himself effectively. Not that the craft was to provide a bumpy ride, it was just some law or liability or another. For humans at least, he thought as he eyeballed the two headed crewman. "Fantastic beasts native to this here planet, the Gargantua host at their core an energy source-called the core, of course. We harvest it through great battle and we hunt them in the wild as well I suppose. Great timing, for not hearing much about it in...The Directorate? Yes, well, champions compete in a series of competitions. I myself hold the honor of being a Victor of the Hunt, if but once." He seemed very proud of this. Slightly fidgety as well, thinking of the errands that had been delayed for this little extravaganza. Ah, well.
"Interesting blaster," Ryan pointed at the rifle on the floor. The transport continued across Freeport, citizens and buildings scrolling by. Every now and then someone recognized the high tier governmental transporter for what it was and pointed at it as it hovered above,
"The Gargantua!" He beamed after securing himself effectively. Not that the craft was to provide a bumpy ride, it was just some law or liability or another. For humans at least, he thought as he eyeballed the two headed crewman. "Fantastic beasts native to this here planet, the Gargantua host at their core an energy source-called the core, of course. We harvest it through great battle and we hunt them in the wild as well I suppose. Great timing, for not hearing much about it in...The Directorate? Yes, well, champions compete in a series of competitions. I myself hold the honor of being a Victor of the Hunt, if but once." He seemed very proud of this. Slightly fidgety as well, thinking of the errands that had been delayed for this little extravaganza. Ah, well.
"Interesting blaster," Ryan pointed at the rifle on the floor. The transport continued across Freeport, citizens and buildings scrolling by. Every now and then someone recognized the high tier governmental transporter for what it was and pointed at it as it hovered above,
Brand realized the people below the ship were begining to notice him. He thought they wouldn't be any trouble, so he just stayed still. But then he heard the crew of the ship he was on talking to the military. "We have an intruder who is sneaked aboard the bottom of the ship." Brand panicked. "They wont get here in time." Brand thought. So Brand waited for only a few seconds to have military planes sneak up behind the ship. They started shooting laser beams but the ship kept moving. So they started charging a shot. Then shot lose a homing missile. Brand realized his best bet was to jump into the ocean. So he said a possible goodbye to the world, and jumped into the ocean.
A sleek, sand-and-black, high class governmental transport vessel zoomed through Vintu. It was on it's way to Vien, carrying noble passengers for important causes. The emblem beneath was instantly recognizable by travelers on the long road between Freeport and Vien below. Some made sport of pointing it out.
Ryan Berentes gazed wistfully from a window port on the governmental transport vessel. He had much to do when they arrived in the great city of Vien.
Ryan Berentes gazed wistfully from a window port on the governmental transport vessel. He had much to do when they arrived in the great city of Vien.
Mark grunted, nodding in thanks for refilling his tea. "Yes, I felt your power; I'd like to avoid doing it again. It was not a pleasant experience... Besides, if you tried it now, even you would be horrified with what you'd turn me into, even if it only lasted a second." he winked. "As for winning; well, once I had your heart in my palm again that was easy, now wasn't it, my dear Lady Warmoon." he smiled, sipping at his tea after placing a cube of sugar into it and stirring.
"You'd be surprised at what I can do now, Lady Warmoon. I've come a long way since killing you. As for Sazhori,... I honestly can't say what she's up to right now if she is nearby. Could be aboard my ship for all I know." he shrugged.
"Ms. Yu? She's alive. A shattered, scared mess of a woman, but alive... pity, she was so pretty I was sure someone in Arendelle or the Mythic Realm would try to court her.... Now she's a bumbling fool of a woman... no thanks to you." he stated. At the slight look of surprise Mark smirked, letting out an amused half-chuckle before taking another drink and setting the cup down on the saucer. "Yes, your magic wore off; it took some... wrangling, of course, but she returned to human form. I must say, I hope you've gotten better at Transformation magic, no clothing when she came back. Not saying that was an unwelcome sight but, still. Little embarrassing for anyone else." he shrugged.
Out of sheer habit alone his eyes darted to the car as it rounded the corner, heading down the street this little cafe was on. It mattered not; he had no contracts; No Targets to take care of besides Draco, but he was of no concern right now. Now, he was focused on Vitas. At least for a small while longer; until he finished his tea.
"You'd be surprised at what I can do now, Lady Warmoon. I've come a long way since killing you. As for Sazhori,... I honestly can't say what she's up to right now if she is nearby. Could be aboard my ship for all I know." he shrugged.
"Ms. Yu? She's alive. A shattered, scared mess of a woman, but alive... pity, she was so pretty I was sure someone in Arendelle or the Mythic Realm would try to court her.... Now she's a bumbling fool of a woman... no thanks to you." he stated. At the slight look of surprise Mark smirked, letting out an amused half-chuckle before taking another drink and setting the cup down on the saucer. "Yes, your magic wore off; it took some... wrangling, of course, but she returned to human form. I must say, I hope you've gotten better at Transformation magic, no clothing when she came back. Not saying that was an unwelcome sight but, still. Little embarrassing for anyone else." he shrugged.
Out of sheer habit alone his eyes darted to the car as it rounded the corner, heading down the street this little cafe was on. It mattered not; he had no contracts; No Targets to take care of besides Draco, but he was of no concern right now. Now, he was focused on Vitas. At least for a small while longer; until he finished his tea.
Ramuki leans back on the grass and takes a moment to sit and catch his breath. He doesn't look top shape, and given which way he came from it was likely a rough ride on the boat
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(in Calabrese) Can anyone tell me which way Vien is?
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Arthur Lovens waved back at the anthrofox, then clicked his tongue at an outdated sign post. He turned on his heel and went back to the main ferry landing. This path lead to nowhere and beyond.
Ramuki looked at the sign post, finding the writing to be utterly incomprehensible to his alien eyes
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