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Post by Edzilla on Aug 5, 2012 21:00:51 GMT
Seta barked loudly, sensing the overflow of magic coming from the room before quieting down, lowly he said," they've gone." Torak seemed fairly alarmed, "then what the hell is Tyrin up to?"
He slung his rifle over his shoulder and ran back to his room. He passed Tyrins room on the way. Svetlena was just leaving. Still alive she thought, she looked back seeming annoyed. "I apologise, my intentions were well," he said quietly. "he is not to be trusted." before moving to open his door, adjacent to Tyrins.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 5, 2012 21:05:27 GMT
"Svetlana, wait! Don't leave..." Tyrin said meaning every word for once "Dammit Sammael, you insolent cur how dare you break into my room!" He roared shooting several shadow bolts tracing the mans head. He stopped realizing his anger was getting the better of him, "Leave now Sammael..." He said pausing for a moment but instead he remained still, his eyes ever steady on Tyrin. "Well get the (please do not swear) out!"
"Svet I'm so sorry, would you like me to get you an escort to your room or are you staying? I'd like it more if you stayed..." Tyrin whispered, leaning closer to her.
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 5, 2012 21:23:32 GMT
Sammael stood still as Tyrin and Svetlana appeared in the room, not even changing his facial expression. As the light spread out from Svetlana Sammael still stayed in his place. First when Tyrin threw the shadow bolts at his face Sammael moved and he did so very little, barely moving his head out of the way of the bolts. "Tyrin, please do not throw that stuff around, it makes it hard to talk. I talked with one of your minions earlier and I need to speak to you. Since you are the new king of the shadow clan I guess that it was on your orders that they tried to follow the light clan around earlier? Do you suspect the light clan for the old king's death? If so, why? Oh and please tell young Svetlana that I did not intend to interrupt you two, I did not suspect that you two would come here like that, in that way." Sammael said quietly, ready to move out of the way of any more hostile actions.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 5, 2012 21:47:15 GMT
Svetlana paused by the door outside as Torak passed her and she grinned sweetly her whisper carrying enough for him to hear, "It is kind of you to worry for me...thank you...and dont worry...I didn't for a second think his intentions were honorable." she smiled as Tyrin closed in behind her pulling her back into the room with him and Sammael.
She was just in time to hear Sammael accuse the light clan and she turned her eyes sparkling a deep frightening gold. "The shadow clan likes to see connections where there are none. My people don't participate in such underhanded tactics...we leave that to his clan." she jerked her golden curled head in Tyrin's direction indicating that she meant his clan did so.
"and if one of ours did...we would have executed him already." she grinned inwardly...thinking only because he got caught. She heard Tyrin saying he wished her to stay and that left her with two obvious courses...one was to stay...and completely solidify her hold in his attentions...the other was to leave him to lust after her. Both were excellent options...
"Is there anything else...or did you want to join us?" she gave him what passed for a wolfish grin and Sammael realized she wasn't entirely joking.
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 5, 2012 21:59:59 GMT
Sammael raised an eyebrow (yes one eyebrow, not both) as Svetlana asked if he wanted to join her and Tyrin. "Thank you but no dear youngling. I just want to know why the shadow clan would suspect the light clan, other than the ordinary mistrust of course, and to warn your male here that he better reign in his minions. The hunt alone will provide ample opportunity of bloodshed, we do not need a war started because of some stupid zealot." he said calmly as he moved past Svetlana toward the door of the room. "Oh yes, a third thing actually, Tyrin set up some more advanced locks, these ones were insulting. By the way, did you two remember to lock the other room behind yourselves?".
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 5, 2012 22:07:32 GMT
Ooc-Ready for the hunt when you are.
Seta ran over to his matt, laying down wearily knowing he could not sleep. Torak took out a small book, its pages blank and began to write.
"I don't feel right about this hunt, these.. Aliens are strange and deceitful." Torak said listening to the other rooms noise.
"The half breed not so bad, her magic smells beautiful," Seta said dreamily, unusual for his normally serious nature.
Torak sat up ,looking back at him. "Its light, pure good and holiness, Nothing like the magic we've known."
"You were a failure when it came to magery anyway, why would you care?" Seta enquired, lazily.
Torak got off the bed taking off his shirt. Many burns and scars littered his slim body ,"Because I know we will have problems, the party will break, only with someone elses help can we survive."
Seta looked surprised as ever, this was strange ,"who are you thinking."
"I don't know yet," said Torak throwing his book on the bed, his most recent drawing a winged being, rays of light flying in all directions. He stepped into the shower, feeling worried despite his casualness about the whole ordeal.
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 6, 2012 0:33:47 GMT
Several Kodokhar Soldiers moved up to the doorway to Tyrins rooms. To most they appeared roughly the same, though to Sammael the distinctions of each one are obvious. One, who has lighyly elevated, Truangular Paldrons, is tge leader. Most, of slightly varied but similar design, Are soldiers. Like tge leader, They appear to be cadrying Inferno Assault Rifles. Tgere is also a Third one, Carrying an Ion Hand Cannon, Has a Cloak made of interlocking metal Scale, a Black Faceplate, and A thinner body structure. He is a Kodokharian mage, a rarity amongstvthe Kodokhar, And judging from his Cloak patters, as well as tge blue griangle on his Left shoulder, he is a Teleken. The leader speaks up. "Mhahdan sensed a magical discharge, followed by a group spell. Are you all alright?" Most soldiers had their weapons raised, as does the mage.
Ooc- How did Sammael get eybrows Zrascak? Yiu dont technically have a body.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 6, 2012 1:19:57 GMT
Svetlana turned in surprise at them, "Darling we really must get you proper guards..." she turned and nodded, " we are all fine....you are sensing me...my magic does not naturally turn off ever. " with that she turned to Tyrin and waved at him, "I think I will just go back to my room." she bowed towards the commander and mage, "A escort will not need to be roused...I'm quite safe."
With that she disappeared out Tyrin's door striding quickly. When she was certain that she wasn't being followed she turned waving her youngest broher and eldest sister from the shadows. Both shared her golden hair and lovely features and both grinned at her as she moved towards her room, "Getting cozy with the shadow princelt..." one commented the other giggling, "Sorin...Lilly...how long were you kept waiting?" the two grinned shrugging, "Not long...so.....how did it go?" she strode between them grinning as she began to whisper, "I did not yet manage to pass along that Ness is the one who killed his father...but he is...as I suspected...like the others over time..." she grinned in a very cruel sweet manner as the reached her room.
"How is father?" she said with a smile as Sorin and Lilly looked at her, "Tragically dead...a sinister looking shadow blade in his heart...doused in Mourella Petal...a flower that only grows in the shadows." Svetlana's head fell..."he is moving faster than we thought then...when is he announcing the wedding." Lilly chuckled, "tomorrow of course...at the funeral...and then in a months time if no one steps up to challenge him he will hold our father's throne." Svetlana grimaced, "He is a fool...Ness may be first born...but it oughta fall to me or one of you two..."
Svetlana sighed waving them off, "This hunt is all I have to deal with right now. Leave me." the two light siblings nodded pulling up their hoods and disappearing.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 6, 2012 1:39:47 GMT
Tyrin sat awake for most of the night, moments after Svetlana left one of his own came in saying that it was Ness who had slain his father and that now Svetlana's own father was dead. "This can't be coincidence...leave me..." were all he could say to the clan member. He sat in meditation, concentrating on the hunt ahead. As the shutters slid open on the shuttle he prepared, down in the training bay he found his rifle and loaded the clip. "I am death incarnate, the shadows are my keeper, this breath is your last." He muttered firing a single shot into the bulls eye of a target. "And so another would join my count."
"Let the games begin....shadows....DESCEND!" Tyrin roared letting his energy burst forward, his cloak seemed to move as he dashed forward through several dummies, the cloaking coming alive and shooting several large spikes out into the dummies. When he finished the exercise, he was short of breath, the technique he was working on ripped through his energy like a hot knife and butter.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 6, 2012 4:43:57 GMT
Svetlana slept pleasantly and when she woke she glowed with the new morning light. She pulled her uniform on and brushed out her hair before pulling it into a side braid.
She smiled at the mirror before ducking out of her room and waving the nearest servant over, "Please send these with love to my brother Sorin." she dropped several coins into the servants hands before going to the landing bay.
She sashayed in lifting her blades up and lining her belt and legs with them. She grinned standing as she made a blade dance over her fingertips. She watched Tyrin fire and then effortlessly sent blades spinning at similiar targets. She jumped and danced springing and tumbling all over the room as she activated a simulaton that would fire weapons at her and fight.
It was then that Tyrin was given the chance to see why they called the youngest daughter of the light family the mistress of blades. She lunged at one simulation of another team he'd seen and sent blades whirling into them. She seemd to spring about light covering her tracks as she moved in between them spinning and hurling blades. In a final explosion of light he heard blades whirling and when the light cleared she stood her hands out as several blades landed in her hands and she cartwheeled catching the final one.
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 6, 2012 9:07:38 GMT
Torak hadn't gained anymore sleep, nor had Seta. He blew it off as insomnia but there was likely some other meaning he never revealed. He dress himself in his battle clothing, exactly the same as his normal clothing, he wasn't much of an armour person. He slung his rifle over his shoulder, sloting his knife into his belt. He reached the practice area and sat down on a bench with Seta. He drew a sharpening stone from his pocket and methodically sharpened his knife, observing the others go to work. Tyrin only sat, constantly hitting bullseyes, Svet on the other hand...
"Her fighting is like some ridiculous fighting routine," Torak said in wolf speak.
"Amusing to watch though," Seta replied as she finished with a cartwheel.
Torak took his eyes off his blade , staring into space, "Its been a while since we killed someone, since you tasted blood,"
"Too long," Seta replied in a bloodthirsty way. Torak laughed loudly attracting some attention before returning to his blade sharpening it beyond what any mechanical sharpener could.
The blade was runed in its wooden handle, unlike his gun it had been with him since birth, if Seta had been sacrificed it would have gained power but for not it seemed to be ordinary.
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 6, 2012 10:59:07 GMT
OOC: His manufactured body is, mostly, humanoid in appearance. If I say anything about how he looks it is, unless specifically stated othwerwise, for simplicity's sake, his manufactured body that I talk about. Eyebrows are too good to miss out on. Is that a good enough answer?
IC: After leaving Tyrin's room in the evening Sammael had spent the night contacting old friends to get more information about the old shadow clan king's death. As he did so he had grown more and more suspicious until he had finally received confirmation, it was the first born of the light clan king that had performed the deed, and it seemed likely that both clans knew about it. "Oh gods, this will not be pretty. How stupid can a sentient being actually be?" he muttered to himself as he read the report he had gotten from one of his friends. The remainder of the night Sammael spent reading about Ness and the light and shadow clans, trying to figure out what he would be able to gain by the murder and as he did so he came to a chilling conclusion. "The man can not be cold enough to kill his own father can he? If he did so then he would gain the throne AND a war, that would be really bad." Sammael said as he read report after report.
As morning came Sammael moved from his room, having written down the important facts in a concise report, of which he had two copies. He intended to give a copy of the report each to both Svetlana and Tyrin when he had an opportunity but as he came down to the shuttle and saw the two of them practicing he could not help himself. Walking slowly Sammael passed a training dummy and suddenly his left arm blurred as he threw a knife straight where the "eye" of the dummy was located. As he passed the next dummy his right arm moved so quickly that it too was almost impossible to see as he drew his sword, cut the dummy in two, and sheathed his sword again. This marked the beginning of a long training routine consisting of both sword and knife usage, which resulted in fifteen destroyed dummies and three more dummies that looked like somebody had shot them with arrows.
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 6, 2012 18:27:08 GMT
Ooc- Robobrows. Cool.
Im gonna assume aeing as yoyr advancing a Day your all ready to continue.
Ic- Nix walked in, flexing his hands. He was wearing his typical greasy brown poncho-cloak. "Hard at work already are we? Good to see." He pressed something beneath his cloak, And a shuttle door unlocked. Walking inside, he said "Climb aboard. Please keep your eads down, and do not discharge weapons inside the shuttle. If you need air, dont open a window, or we'll all die. I hope you enjoy your ride." He dtrapped himself into tge pilots seat. "We'll be heading out into thhe main hangar in 5 minutes."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 6, 2012 19:44:06 GMT
"Nix, keep her steady I always sleep better when flying and I could use a nap." Tyrin said standing and slinging his rifle over his shoulder. He watched as the rest of the team got moving, keeping close watch on Svetlana. She was graceful in her routine, it was like a dance, she seemed to flow into each step. He waited to board acting as if he was rechecking his gear, he wanted to be seated next to Svet and far away from Sammael.
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 6, 2012 20:19:02 GMT
Sammael made a show of collecting his various knives from the dummies where they were stuck and as he did so he brushed past Tyrin, carefully leaving the two written reports he had made on the shadow king's gear. "Read it, there is one for your light too, a war might be coming." Sammael murmured just loud enough for Tyrin to hear before he moved away to the shuttle. "Nix can I take the copilot's seat? Always like a nice view and a big fire escape." Sammael said loudly as he entered the shuttle, moving forward and, without waiting for an answer, took his preferred seat.
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