Sonneillon
Shaman
DEAD
"You will pay for what you've done..."
Posts: 142
Profession: Student of the Elder Arts
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Ryu
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Post by Sonneillon on Aug 20, 2014 7:45:49 GMT -6
Sonneillon groaned as the man continued his pointless struggling. He was outmatched, and there was no way they'd run off now without getting their information.
"Just PLEASE shut up! All we want to do is talk to you. Get up, get up."
Grabbing the man by one arm and motioning for Vincent to do the same, he yanked with all his might and attempted to move the ranting stranger to the side of the road.
"Look, we just want to know what's going on, all right? I'm Verrine, and he's Victor. We're wondering what your whole 'display' in the shop meant. You see, usually people don't say ridiculous phrases such as "The eastern owl hoots at the passing of the lame camel" for no reason...
What's yours?"
Giving him a glare, Neil spoke once more.
"What is your affiliation with these smugglers?"
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Post by Vincent on Aug 20, 2014 8:55:10 GMT -6
Vincent couldn't help feeling that Neil was handling the man harshly, or perhaps he was just better at keeping up the act than he was. He helped Dayan stand as Neil did all the talking.
"I don't think he's in cahoots with the smugglers." He hated to say it but ultimately it was what he'd thought. The man may have even been against them. The exchange inside was too awkward and unproductive for him to be in the know. "Better question, will you help us take them down?"
Vincent knew he was opening a can of worms. This question, oh this question was a dumb one. After everything they just did. Why not have just asked from the beginning. Oh well too late for that. That ship sailed and exploded at sea.
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Dayan
Thief
Posts: 40
Profession: Doctor
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Wyatt
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Post by Dayan on Aug 20, 2014 22:14:53 GMT -6
Dayan's vision slowly began to clear as the short little mage spoke at him, harsh and strong as if he were attempting to intimidate him. Dayan's gaze narrowed, cold and calculating, and then he laughed.
He laughed loud and boisterously.
"You have the tiger by the tail, now. So much magic bouncing around that skull of yours that there isn't any room for a lick of sense, is there? You've got... oh, maybe a minute before someone shows up. A shopkeeper, a guard, a civilian, who knows? What do you little boys intend to do then, hmm? 'Oh, we attacked someone because we thought he might know something useful.' Hah! Stick to beating down cutpurses and brainless thugs, the two of you are going to be just lucky enough to get yourselves killed by someone who actually knows what they are doing."
It was clear that neither of these boys had the guts to kill a man in broad daylight inside a town. The swordsman was even foolish enough to request help now. Had they literally handed a pair of farmhands a book and a sword and sent them off? This was more pathetic than actually funny.
Sure, they got the drop on him, he couldn't deny that. But he had to question what they thought of doing next.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 20, 2014 23:34:54 GMT -6
Vincent glared at Dayan. He was mocking them freely because he knew they wouldn't kill him. Vincent clenched his fist and opened them again. Dang, this was a bad spot to be in. Vincent decided that the job was already botched beyond repair. Dayan's goading was worsening his frustration as well. "Neil, you deal with him! I'm going to talk to the smuggler." At this time Vincent would make his decent to his lowest point of his young life. A change was coming for him. For better or worse.
Vincent rushed into the store and grabbed the owner swinging him around and slamming him into a display case breaking the glass. They were already going to have some explaining to do so why not get the guy while they're at it. "You've been smuggling weapons into Bern haven't you?"
The owner winced in pain as his back was slammed into the case and pieces of glass stuck him. He grinned. "You monster. You killed four of my fellow riders and lit our horses on fire!"
Vincent knew instantly where this man was from. He knew what he'd done and how he'd treated others. The old man that lost his legs because of him and how they all laughed about it. He betrayed his homeland and as it all built in Vincent's mind he was growing ever angrier. Eventually he turned and threw the man across the store watching him hit the floor. "I SHOULD KILL YOU!!!" This wasn't like Vincent, and Neil must have noticed.
The owner laughed at him. He clutched a piece of broken glass on the ground and grinned. "You can't beat me boy. You forget that I was a trained soldier. A cavalier in fact."
Vincent drew his sword and gave the man a cold stare. He was ready to strike him down when the man leaped up and slashed Vincent across the forehead with the glass. The first of many eternal reminders that would come this day. Vincent reeled back stumbling and tried to push the crook off him but he fell dropping his sword. He was lucky it wasn't a dagger but now blood began to spill into his eyes blinding him.
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Sonneillon
Shaman
DEAD
"You will pay for what you've done..."
Posts: 142
Profession: Student of the Elder Arts
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Ryu
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Post by Sonneillon on Aug 23, 2014 16:54:31 GMT -6
"Ha! Nice try, sneaky man. You see, we've got a rep around here as the best crimefighting duo they've ever seen. We've never failed a job, and now's not the time we're gonna break that trend. So someone shows up? Who cares! We're known here. We've established ourselves, and we've proven ourselves trustworthy. So I don't give a damn about who shows up. Now please just tell me what you know, so that this can get over with."
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from inside, and a huge roar. "I SHOULD KILL YOU!!!"
The noise continued, and the sound of metal hitting stone came into Neil's ears, stopping him cold. What the HELL was going on?
Turning to the weird and shifty man, Neil gave a small groan and rolled his eyes.
"Even if I tell you to stay here, you're going to run away, aren't you? I can't really stop you... But I can get wanted posters put up for you. I remember faces well. So please, do stay here. I don't think you want to be arrested, do you?"
With that, Neil sprinted into the shop. There was the conflict... The owner, with a sharp, long piece of glass, and his friend, on the floor, with his sword laying near the door. Scooping the weapon up, Neil tossed it to his friend and fired a ball of Flux at the owner, trying to stun him and incapacitate him.
"Aeternis tenebris, venit si te capiunt!"
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Dayan
Thief
Posts: 40
Profession: Doctor
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Wyatt
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Post by Dayan on Aug 23, 2014 21:43:42 GMT -6
Dayan grinned darkly as the boy let him go. "Whatever it takes, regardless of who is innocent or not? My my, aren't you a big hero?"
Dayan let the kid go, off to go get himself killed. He walked out of the alley, his feet stumbling slightly as he regained his senses. That blow to the forehead had hurt. He heard the commotion from the shop, but felt no need to interfere. While he owed both boys a slow bleeding out in the wilderness, he didn't exactly owe the shopkeeper any rescuing. If he was killed, someone else would come to check on the 'contact'. That could be his in, at any rate.
It was at that time that fate decided to intervene. It seemed that someone had actually heard his call. "You there! Are you all right?" came the shout from up the road. Dayan turned to see a lightly armored man running towards him. Some leather armor and a basic lance, he must have been a member of the town militia. Since Dayan was disheveled and covered in dirt from his tussle on the ground, the guard likely assumed that he was the one who called for help. Now that they faced each other, the bruise on Dayan's face only helped that assumption.
Dayan wanted to smile, but his outward expression instead became panicked and stupefied. "H-help! These two mercenaries attacked me, demanding information or some such! They then ran inside and started attacking the shopkeeper! What is going on in this town?!"
It was funny how easy spinning a convincing lie was when it was technically true. The mage had been the real funny one, actually. He'd assumed that a handful of good deeds would give them free reign to attack anyone they wished in pursuit of their 'work'? Town Guards didn't get that kind of freedom, and they lived and protected places like this for their entire lives.
Hearing the commotion from the shop, the guard ran in. He stood in the door way, lowering his lance to a striking pose and taking stock of the situation. "Halt! Drop your weapons!" he shouted to everyone present in the shop.
Dayan, for his part, reached into his bag and dabbed a bit of healing salve onto his face. In truth, the issue was probably resolved. He'd just love for one of them to attack the guard. That would make this chaotic day even better.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 23, 2014 22:19:24 GMT -6
The shopkeeper was readying another blow and to take hold of Vincent's blade when Neil came to his rescue. With a blast of magic the owner was thrown back and in pain. Neil tossed Vincent his sword but the blood was so badly blinding him he couldn't even see it. It ended up flying right past him out onto the snowy street. He knew not where it went but it was out of his reach. He stumbled to his feet trying to wipe the blood away but it burned.
His hand slipped as he placed it against a display. "Neil, let's get out of here! We messed up." Vincent's senses were returning to him, even if late. He let his rage and disgust take over him again and he acted upon that impulse, no better than a criminal. Dang it!
The shop keeper getting back on his feet grabbed a blade from the wall. "Na uh, you die here today. I'm taking that sword back and I'll make you suffer nice and slow. I'll have you bleed out turning the snow red!!!" He looked at Neil who was ready for a fight. "You won't kill me." He threw off his cloak and beneath revealed mines strapped to his body. "That's right lad, if you hit this or kill me, it's over for all of us." He began to try and leave when the guard came on the scene.
"Halt drop your weapons!" Vincent just stood still, it was the real authorities turn to settle this one out. He remembered the last time he was taken into a jail. They acknowledged his innocence but this time he truly acted like a thug. Truthfully Vincent wanted to cry, he was cracking again finding sides of himself he didn't know he had. Vincent couldn't see and he was lost in his own inner turmoils, the events transpiring went mostly unnoticed to him. The shop keeper however had revealed explosives which the guard immediately noticed. "Oh, geez!" The guard stepped back.
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Sonneillon
Shaman
DEAD
"You will pay for what you've done..."
Posts: 142
Profession: Student of the Elder Arts
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Ryu
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Post by Sonneillon on Aug 24, 2014 20:28:54 GMT -6
"Don't try it, fool..."
The magician raised his arms, summoning his might and bringing all his skills to bear as he faced the suicidal bomber. He needed power in this duel, sure, but control was critical. He couldn't have anyone getting blown to shreds.
"Guard! Watch out. Get my friend outside! He needs help!
Moving forward and into the range of the shopkeeper, Neil raised his hands and broadcast to all present the crackling energy, the dark wisps, and the low hum that signaled the presence of magic. The young man's eyes were hard and unflinching, his stance assertive and dominating.
"Your explosives are useless, shopkeeper. I have faster reflexes and more control over my magic than you do with your body. I could tie your limbs in knots, or maybe just hang you from midair... In any case, you are doomed. Surrender."
It was a risky gamble, but Sonneillon was willing to bet that the mines were inactive, or had a high tolerance, or had malfunctioned somehow. Vincent had clearly engaged the man and done some physical damage; Neil also had thrown him backwards with a blast of Flux. If that hadn't set off the mines, then it was a decent wager that they weren't a danger.
And if they were?
Well, before that could happen, he took action.
With a flick of his hands, four tendrils shot out of the ceiling and latched onto the owner's wrists and ankles, suspending him a meter above the ground.
"Guard! Quickly, disarm this man! Get rid of that mine-vest! And hurry... I can't hold this forever!"
In truth, it was already getting tiring. There needed to be action. FAST.
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Dayan
Thief
Posts: 40
Profession: Doctor
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Wyatt
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Post by Dayan on Aug 24, 2014 21:07:53 GMT -6
Dayan heard the commotion inside the shop. It sounded like some kind of a suicide gambit going on, and that was his cue to be anywhere but here. The last thing Dayan needed was being roped in with a quadruple homicide as the only survivor. Yeah, that would go well for him.
So he took to the road.
With any luck, whatever gambit the shopkeeper planned would get rid of those two idiotic children before further problems were caused. The mage, especially, reeked of everything Dayan hated. Someone who got a taste of power and fame, and used it to hide their own misdeeds.
"Continue down that path, boy, and we'll meet again," he said to nobody in particular as he made a brisk pace into the snowy, Ilian fields.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 24, 2014 21:19:06 GMT -6
"Don't try it, fool..." Neil taunted as he began to perform his magic. "Guard! Watch out. Get my friend outside! He needs help!" The guard quickly moved Vincent out doors keeping his eye on the shopkeeper. He looked desperate, like he was going to, cry?
Vincent stood outside lost in his mind. He didn't move any, he just stood there. "Boy, snap out of this! You want to wield me? Hah, you'll never be worthy behaving like this!" Phoenix Heart was angry. "I should have judged you when first you touched me but I took a chance on your words."
"Shut up!" Vincent gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He could feel the sticky fluid seeping between his fingers and dripping into the snow. The wound was beginning to clot but not nearly fast enough. He would need real medical attention.
"You tell me to shut up? You are a puny boy who thinks he's getting big, you are no hero. Just a scared child feeling tough because you have a sword!" The voice screamed in Vincent's head.
"Screw you!" Vincent was frustrated, hurt, confused, and terribly lost. Now a sword was yelling at him. "You never once lent me your strength anyway. You have no right to judge me!" Vincent was screaming in his head. Suddenly the blade upon his back began to heat up. It grew so intense he was certain he would burn. Suddenly his cape caught in flames. It hurt, it hurt so much. He threw the cape and sword into the snow. Despite being sheathed the blade melted everything around it. Vincent fell to his knees and screamed.
Back inside Neil had suspended the shop keeper in the air and was yelling at the guard to get back. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!" the shop keeper twisted and screamed held in the air. Tears streamed down his face. "I DIDN'T WANT THIS!!!" the mines began to glow. "WHY!!!? YOU COULD HAVE JUST LEFT!!! DAMN YOU LUCIUS!!!" His final words as the mines grew bright and exploded. The guard tried to grab Neil before it happened but there was no time. He was forced to get out of the way leaving the shaman behind.
The explosion was relatively small but the blast was powerful. It was rigged to eliminate lose ends, and for this Lucius it did a good job. Nothing was left of the man and Vincent had no idea what had happened to Neil. He heard and felt the blast. It pulled him into reality once more. "NEIL!!!"
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Sonneillon
Shaman
DEAD
"You will pay for what you've done..."
Posts: 142
Profession: Student of the Elder Arts
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Ryu
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Post by Sonneillon on Aug 25, 2014 9:30:04 GMT -6
Hands trembling, Neil held his magic, watching as he jerked his body... And the mines began to glow.
Even with no training in explosive devices or suicide vests, when mines started glowing, that was usually a bad sign. With nowhere to go, though, Neil merely froze, watching and listening as the shopkeeper cried out for the last time, railing against the cruel, unfair world that had brought him to this drastic measure and some guy named Lucius.
Hey! There was a lead! If they could find out who this Lucius is, then maybe -
And that's about as far as the shaman got when a blast of heat, flying weapons, and wood sent him smashing into the wall behind the counter, where he stuck for about a half a second before collapsing like an abandoned rag on the floor. The sheer force of the blast smashed the windows outward, knocked over racks of merchandise, and destabilized the display case above Gressil, sending it straight down on top of the already-downed magician.
Talk about adding more injury to injury.
For Neil, though, all he knew was pain. Blinding, overwhelming pain. It felt as if every bone in his body had been baked and the snapped, and the marrow pried out by hungry children. There was nothing but this pain, no avenue of escape, no recourse, no salvation. All there was was consuming pain.
Slowly, the pain faded as the shaman slipped out of consciousness, his body laying fractured under the pile of rubble. Thankfully, he'd only broken about three ribs, but there were serious burns on his arms, and a long and deep cut on his face which oozed blood like marshy ground oozed water.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 25, 2014 13:54:23 GMT -6
It was later, much much later when Neil came back around. He was on a cot with a blanket over him and bandaged. He could hear a familiar voice from another room.
"Look kid, I appreciate all the good you two have done and id be dead without you, but unfortunately I can't let an event like this go unpunished." It was the police chief.
"I understand sir." It was Vincent.
"Hey, it could be far worse, you two could be dead right now and... Well I have worse scars than what you got kid. Let it serve you as a reminder of what not to become."
"Yes sir," Vincent clenched his fists. Across his forehead where he was cut had begun to scar. Vincent pulled their letter of recommendation from his pouch and set it before the chief. "Neil might not appreciate me doing this but... We don't really deserve this anymore."
The chief was taken back. "You won't be staying in Ilia as a whole will you?"
"No, I think maybe it is time I went home. This life has brought out a lot of bad in me." Vincent held his head low and avoided looking at the chief.
"I don't think you boys should quit but, it is your decisions. I will respect them." He took the letter and tossed it into the fire place. "You boys have a week to be ready and then you will have to leave this town. I can't let you stay anymore."
"Yes sir," Vincent looked at his swords over in a corner. His trusty iron sword and Phoenix Heart. The blade he swore to master but was outright rejected by. He stood and thanked the chief for his mercy and walked out into the main hall where he saw Neil was waking. He looked and silently left. Neil had heard all he'd need to.
[End Thread]
Ooc: I am going to continue on with Vincent's part in his promo thread but you can start their next part as a whole.
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