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It was clear to him that she was going through some internal struggle, perhaps she was making a deal of some sort with the sin inside of her. "So? " He asked, his body shadowed by the poor lighting within the confines of his office. Holding his hand up to his side, he snapped his fingers.. A soft green glow illuminated the office. Showing the soft features of the human disguise Rashid bore. He was surprised at his fondness for this human, he usually couldn't stand them.. If they stepped in his way, obliterating them seemed like the best course of action. "So fragile.." He whispered, distant he seemed. Before he, or she knew it..he was all but a hairs breath away...His long slender fingers touching her face. If he wanted to, he could reach into her mind, and pull whatever memory he wanted out..but decided not to..whether it was his own self control, or the Sin inside of him reacting that snapped him out of it, he did not know...Drawing his tentative fingers away..He turned at once. Silent for a few moments..
" What would you like to do?" Voice strained..his mind going a mile a minute. "The best course of action would be to train you.. So you're not as helpless as a newborn pup. " Turning back to her, his eyes betrayed his age once again.. He looked somewhat crazed with his jerky movements. "We cannot always rely on our sins for help.. It draws attention.." Head snapping back to his desk, he went to it.. Opening the desk with a rather rough touch, he rifled through it. "Whats your skill Saito? Do you have one?" Grabbing a letter opener, he spun around.. Cocking his hand back, he brought it foreword with extra force, letting it fly.. Spinning point over handle..the sharp object aimed right for her. He assumed she would catch it...truly he didn't know...If she did, it would give him better insight on what he thought to train her in..if not..well..it would be awkward to have a student with a letter opener sticking out of her sternum.
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Sorry hun! I keep forgetting! crying
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Akane was still a bit confused because of recent headaches, so she didn't see very well. She watched Rashid's movements trying to figure out what will he do next. And there he was, standing in front of her. Akane felt a bit uncomfortable, but she didn't get away. She just stood there, slightly scared. Some part of her thought that he will kill her now, for some unknown reason. But when he turned away, Akane calmed down. She didn't notice that he was silent for some time, because she was thinking all of this through. "Training is exactly what I need." Akane said, though her mind was somewhere far away, so her words might have sounded too doubtful. Looking at Rashid's eyes didn't make her scared now, she was just beginning to understand the power of him, at least she thought so. "I don't think I have a special skill. I'm just a simple assassin" Akane said, disappointed. She watched the letter opener in Rashid's hands and as seconds passed by, she felt more and more scared. Is he gonna throw that at-? The girl didn't even managed to finish her own thought as she was forced to jump out of the thing's way, since catching it seemed too risky for her. "Why did you do that? She shouted at him.
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"Hmmm" he sounded, looking around the room, " Why? Oh why indeed.. " He muttered, a crazed look in his eye. "Ah! To see if I should train you as an assassin.. dont be so ungrateful!" Hand going up in front of her, it began to glow the color of his magic. "You failed.. but maybe you will have a chance to redeem yourself! " He shouted. The knife that she had dodged out of the way of, imbedded itself in the wall behind her.. With a yank of his magic, he called it back to him.. spinning blade over hilt back at her. "Catch it Akane!" He called, cracks of green energy formed around his eyes.. beginning to break down the disguise he was in. If she didn't catch the blade, she would either get stabbed with it, or dodge it..in which it would return to Rashid's grasp, and he would continue this method over and over until the result he wanted was made.
She would probably be furious with him, with training her in this way, but he cared not.. He was used to training his fellow mage, or his own race specifically..but from what he could tell, she was just a mere human..she needed to be strong, she needed a way to get strong fast..something she could use to protect herself in the coming days.
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Akane watched as the blade came back to her. She was afraid to catch the thing, because it seemed too sharp to her, but it appeared that she didn't have a choice. She turned to the blade quickly and tried to grab it. Akane was successful, though she did cut her hand. "Happy now?" She asked, her anger coming back. She faced the mage and threw the blade back to him, thinking about what would happen.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 2:31 am
There were a plenty of missions that the girl could do, that much was for sure. Most of them, however, were stupid and wouldn't have any meaning or fulfillment to them. She eyed them over going down the list. Maybe this or that. Not that one; too boring. This went on a while until she happened upon a hunting license to be taken by someone or a group willing to go out to the great ocean and hunt the Turtle Titan. She held the writ in her hands, reading every detail. Now this, this was something she could get behind. Killing sea demons in the name of her personal crusade for vengeance through justice. It seemed a little daunting, sure, but the girl would take on the challenge anyway, eager to prove herself to those in power, so that she could hopefully grow in power as well.
He glanced, only skimming through the contents of the sheet before him. He had a cup of coffee, a bottle of wine and a lot of time on his hands. He sat in his chair with a white sweater covering his arms and back, a pair of briefs and basically nothing else. He was entirely relaxed, and he vowed to let it stay that way. For the sake of his continued diligence. Also in that regard, there was another here to help him -- offer an opinion, give him comfort, sit and look pretty. His name was Soren, and he was West's lover. From the time they'd met until now, their relationship had rather grown like a weed, but not the type you'd want to trim or remove. He was completely at harmony every second the other man was with him. He could think and act without feeling the constant cynicism, the pessimism, the fear that he normally possessed. This change made him rather jovial instead, and he expressed that with his body, and with his words.
"Soren," he called his name. "What's your opinion on slavery?" Strange question, but with the document he was reading, it wouldn't appear so strange. It was so thusly named: The Strengths of Servitude. It was a letter to West and about West, about what one could do with the excess of unwanted and rebellious people across the sea. Incorporate them into Aramil by means of flame and terror, or simply a peaceful life beneath the illustrious citizens of the homeland. "Nocturne is one of the few nations in history to have allowed such a thing. In fact, in Nocturne today there are still forms of slavery. The strong there have the right to dominate the weak. In order to gain their freedom they must become stronger than their master. Or strong enough to be recognized, at least." He found such a concept interesting. Slavery was a form of education, an internship where you heeded to your master's every will and in return they gave you food, a bed, a life. They gave you strength and knowledge as you served beneath them.
But then there were other forms, more vicious forms that never helped a man or woman grow. Ones with pain and suffering, with endless work but for no gain. They were stuck in a spiral of torment and they eventually found themselves in even greater torment.
The thing was, he didn't really care. About the pain or the suffering. He didn't care about the feelings of those on the lowest drudges of society. He cared about the strength of the elite, the strength of Aramil. If Soren knew exactly the sort of scheming that ran through the man's mind, then perhaps he would consider himself his lover no longer. Or perhaps he'd embrace the sort of darkness that the man bathed in. The ambition that ruled his mind.
"I'd like to tell you something," he started. He stood from his seat, and grabbed another slip of paper. This one was regarding population growth, something that had interested him. Something he orchestrated, whether or not anyone wanted to believe it. "It's about the rise of supernatural bloodlines within Aramil. Just a hundred years ago this nation was almost strictly human. Now it's only barely, with two bloodlines on the rise, very quickly: Incubus, and Mer. But you see the thing with these two bloodlines is that they're drawn to each other. The Mer are exotic and tend to be eye-catchers, so the Incubus will come to notice them. The Mer smell the Incubi, and they are filled with desire. They'll bond. And what will happen then? A child of mix between the two? A union of these powerful, sea-faring, lustful creatures to rule our nation? No. A Mer won't be the one to rise, instead an Incubus. Our genes are absolute. Our children can and only will be of our blood." A terrifying fact for some. An endearing one of others. "This sheet tells me that in only ten years, the Incubi population within Aramil has multiplied by fifteen times. I expect that in just another ten years, it will consist of near half the people in this nation. A horde of millions upon millions of my people, of immortals with power beyond most other races." The sheet started with the first year. It detailed immigration, births within Aramil and overseas. It was exactly to his liking, and having read this only an hour ago, he was very happy about the results.
"Incubi don't need food or water. They don't need sleep. They are sustained by themselves alone, and what they do with their eternal life always comes down to sex. Creating more life. One of us is capable of creating thousands of sons in his lifetime. Infinite if he doesn't perish. With this in mind, I've come to believe in certainty that my kind will rule Axiom in not too long. All it took was a little push, and the wave would start to rumble and rise. And I pushed." He looked into the other man's eyes, his face stoic. He asked:
"With this knowledge in mind, with my ambitions in mind, are you still capable of serving me loyally? I'm not exactly a kind man. I think you've always known that. I abstained from informing you, however, just how far that goes."
Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 3:55 pm
Soren was perched in a windowsill wearing a pair of comfortable pajama pants and a tank top. He held in his hands a piece of wood along with a carving knife. He sat looking out over the landscape as he was often found doing in his leisure time when not tending to the needs of his lover. He was whittling away at the wood, a pastime that he had taken too quite fondly. He wasn’t a master carver but his skill with the knife and the blocks of wood was increasing steadily. Acclimating to his new status as the Imperial Consort to the Emperor of Aramil had taken some getting used to. People treated him differently than before. Soldiers parted for him. Scholars begged his opinion. Politicians fell over themselves to gain his favor. Why? Because he was the one and only companion to their undisputed monarch. He held no true title or role in the government of Aramil, nonetheless it was a fool who disregarded the value of garnering his attention.
For his part, Soren had taken the role in stride. While he was sometimes clumsy with the game of politics his straightforward honesty, knack for seeing through lies, and uncanny ability to both compliment and insult someone at the same time had won him the favor of a number of would-be upstarts. He was happy. There was absolutely no doubting that. He was faithful to his lover. He never failed to see to his “special” needs as an Incubus and was always very forthright with his opinions. When West called to him he ceased whittling away at the wood block directing his attention to the man. He listened to the question and the explanation that followed it. As he answered he proceeded with his carving, swinging one leg back and forth as he did, the very picture of ease.
“Were I a proper Nephilim I suppose I would be abhorred at the thought of slavery.” A small smile touched his lips as he delighted in their private joke. Since discovering his true nature it was often a subject of either amusement or curiosity between the two of them. As time had passed, whatever illusion had concealed Soren’s core faded. His eyes were now a golden hue hinting at his divine heritage. Where his spells with magic had once been laced with vermillion energy he was now swathed in an aura of golden light.
“As I am not, I can honestly say I believe we are all slaves in some form or another. In regards to actually enslaving others I can’t say I am very keen on the idea. If it was something you did make into law I think each slave should have a fair chance at earning their freedom. Nocturne decrees that the strong rule the weak, do you not want the same for Aramil?” Soren would be lying if he said that some of the decisions West made didn’t sit well with him. And Soren never lied. He hopped down from the windowsill setting the block of wood and his carving knife down.
“If slaves became a reality here in Aramil what if through a feat of strength they could gain release? A gladiatorial arena perhaps?” It was a thought. The ramifications of slavery were foreign to Soren. Far more mechanical minds than his own would be the ones to tend to the details of such things. He listened to the plan that West had slowly been bringing together during his time as Lord of Aramil. While he had to admit that it was indeed shocking he couldn’t truly see himself being disgusted by such a concept.
“So you want to rule the world? You want to plunge all of Axiom into war for a bid to dominate the globe?” He ran a hand through his hair taking a calm breath. Emotionally he wasn’t much different than before. There were no qualms festering in the pit of his stomach. There was no shake in his faith to the man standing in front of him. There was confusion however. There was doubt, not in West but in the possibility of such a grand scheme coming to fruition. There was hesitation.
“Axiom has been on the edge of war and conflict for gods knows how many years. Demons, Half-breeds, humans, angels, gods and demigods, all of us wading through Axiom’s waters. It was only a matter of time before such a volatile mix of so many varying perspectives exploded.” Soren leaned forward nudging West’s chin with his nose before brushing his lips across the Incubus’s.
“I promised to stand by your side not because I feel obligated to but because I want to. My loyalty to you isn’t because I’m ignorant of what or who you are, West. If you can’t be certain of anything else, be certain in that.”
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A familiar roar rang out into the distance that would alert West that someone who'd been gone on official business had came back waaaaay earlier than was planned, and she was pissed about it. She'd heard upon reentering the city of the Sea that West was actually at the Helicanth. So Maria landed on the ground ahead of the dragon, a mighty "thump" on the ground the only sound she made as she kicked open the door to the Academy and wandered through it.
The pure wrath within her was burning strong, passionately, but Maria herself was only disappointed that she'd been beaten, weather it was because he was better than her or because he was abusing op s**t Maria had lost a fight. That was something she would never forget. Or forgive. So she didn't care for the other person she met when she kicked open the door. Maria frowned and stared at West, not angry with him clearly, but clearly off put. "West. I... I failed." she stammered taking a knee and bowing her head.
"The former king Regnant Jasper was there. I was in the midst of putting Pix and Kumori in their places as they tried to take the throne, and then he came. Envy's power was... more than I could handle." she would admit as her hands clenched into fists. She was beyond ashamed of herself, but she knew that it at least wasn't his power that had stopped her. She closed her mouth and awaited the punishment she'd be dealt for her failure.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 4:52 pm
After much walking and a little bit of flying, Fable had finally reached the capital of the nation of Aramil, Lukhan's Landing. Accustomed to wearing little more than a bikini and an opened hoodie, Aramil was one of the few places where Fable's choice of clothing did not stand out. Although, in stately bulding like the one she had just casually drifted into, it seemed that she would stand out once again. the girl calmly thought as she peeked into an office she had been directed to, For whatever reason, probably the bustle confusing everyone on who needed what, someone had assumed Fable wanted permission to join the nation. After asking for any ranks she had previously held and finding that she was an Expert, they'd directed her to the emperor's office without asking for anything else. Now, here she was, just now stepping into the room that held a man Fable knew from the news as West, Aramil's Emperor. It seemed he was already engaged with a few others. Regardless, to everyone, Fable gave an equally bright smile in greeting. She would have sung a greeting as well because why not, but it seemed that everyone in the office was already preoccupied with something.
When another entered the office, Maria got tired of waiting for the guy whom might as well quit the damn guild and turned to the girl with an interested expression. She stood up and walked over to her, not caring that a conversation was going on because the entire city was 100% frozen in time anyway. "Hey there. Name's Maria Kal, Expert of Aramil. What can I do for you?" she asked earnestly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 11:18 pm
A charming smile was shot in Maria's direction as Fable replied in kind, "Maria, a lovely name, and Kal, a powerful one, but I digress. I'm Fable Skye, wandering bard. The last time I partook of any sort of service to a nation, I was ranked at expert. It seems the people in the receptionist area mistook me for someone who wanted to join Aramil's military forces and directed me to this office. Really, all I wanted was to see if there were any odd jobs I could take on. Could you perhaps direct me to the right office for such matters?". As the white-haired Siren spoke, her voice effortlessly sang her words, an unconscious action that would have been harder to prevent than to simply allow. Her pale hands were folded primly and harmlessly in front of her, resting on her stomach. It seemed that she, too, wasn't all that bothered with striking up a conversation in close proximity to the emperor of Aramil. It was just that she had found most people weren't so willing to do the same.
Maria's eyes lit up at the girls need to go on a mission. She had been interested in something for quite a while, and this was the excuse she needed. Anything to make her stronger for the next time she faced someone like Jasper... She looked at the girl and returned her words in kind. It sounds like you have the interesting name here. Bards typically do. Pleasure to meet you. Maria walked out of the office, leading Fable behind her. Just outside the door of the office was a mission board. Were going to go monster hunting. Me and my dragon and I are looking to hunt wild dragons and or sea beasts outside the city. Will this do for you? she asked the girl. Wingbeats out in the air could be heard across the immediate area, and then a loud thump as Intet, his scales alight in the sun and water running from his body. He was looking strong, even for a dragon. As a master level creature, he had grown a bit with mer magic in more than just size. He was lean, muscular in his reptilian build. His wings were wide with a double layer of scales on the back of them and clawed at the ends like a bat. His tail, spiked of course but also with retractable fins. Even his eyes seemed like they belonged to an older creature. He laid on his belly and looked through the doorway, narrowing his eyes as he saw Maria. A puff of cold air fell from his nostrils, and he rose back to a standing, ready position.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 1:46 am
Fable smiled at the returned compliment, or perhaps it was merely an opinion on her name that was neither good or bad. Regardless, there was no merit in remaining on the topic, so she said no more on it.
At the mention of a dragon, Fable's smile changed. Her eyes widened and her smile opened in genuine joy. There was a sparkle in her eyes, one that only showed the tip of the iceberg that was Fable's interest in dragons. Admittedly, the suggestion of hunting dragons, even wild ones, did erase the eager smile. Fable couldn't help but cast her eyes downwards and pout, half out of disappointment for a missed chance to tame more dragons and half out of sorrow for the prospect of taking lives. A hand was even brought to her lips, to complete the picture of a disappointed child in the body of a grown image.
Fable did not get a chance to speak before the wingbeats were heard, though. Curious, the girl looked up and a smile immediately returned to her face. There, in front of her, was a dragon, and a powerful-looking one at that. An unintentional step was made towards the dragon in the Siren's excitement before she caught her self and stopped walking forwards. Although, she didn't move back either. For a long minute, she just silently observed the dragon with a smile akin to a kid who had just walked into a candy store. Her eyes no longer just sparkled. They glittered as if a 2 year old Kiranu had been allowed free reign in them with a open tube of glitter glue. The one hand already at the mouth was joined by the other hand and both rested on Fable's smile as she stared and stared some more. The muscular build. The wide wings. The double-layered scales that proved to be incredibly hard to break through. The powerful claws. The fins suited for aquatic life. Fable took it all in. She had seen and read about many dragons, but there were very few that were at the level of this specimen.
was the first sensible thought Fable had since the dragon's appearance. However, she didn't say those thoughts, and instead shook her head out of her dazed reverie. She still had to respond to Maria, so she turned to the other woman.
"C-can I touch him? Her?" were the first words to slip out of Fable's mouth, to which Fable gave her head another shake, this time followed by a couple light slaps to her face with both hands.
Take two. Fable tried again and corrected herself, "I-I mean, the mission. It's rather regretful we have to hunt dragons, and the other beasts too. Although, if there's no other way to complete the job... if there are too many to tame..."
Remembering she had to kill dragons quickly sobered Fable up. Although, after the excitement of seeing what was apparently Maria's dragon, she no longer pouted at the thought and merely held a straight face rather than her usual smile. Killing wasn't something Fable did. It was a big reason why she was such a fan of taming: a deathless way to resolve many problems in Fable's opinion. In fact, she had never been the one to land a killing blow. However, she had assisted others deliver death. In order to make enough money, it was impossible to not take such jobs every now and then. She didn't like it, but she was willing to help with it under orders, even if it was the killing of her adored dragons.
Still clearly hesitant, but not the kind of person to pretend that she was some pure, righteous angel above killing, Fable finished by saying it straight, "Yes, the mission will do for me. I've done other jobs like it. Also, uh... I'd still like to know more about your dragon," even as her eyes were once again drawn to Maria's dragon towards the end of her words.
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All was quiet. And then, after not long, it was loud. Unbearably loud. It was screeching, wailing. The walls were shaking. It felt -- perhaps -- as if the place were to go down under. The windows let in a bright white. Before her eyes, then, there was West. He stepped out from the door -- one of his own devising. He looked into her eyes, and he said: "Aramil once again suffers." He turned around and looked to Fable, then seduced her mind into omitting everything West said from now on. She'd think of his appearance over his words. He couldn't afford a potential spy any information. She could've been here right now simply to reveal Maria's location. "I was poisoned by the spymaster, David. Maria -- the other Maria -- was killed. Damian was killed. Gaston has infiltrated Villiath. Powerful agents of Fraxen are all over the city right now. They seek to slaughter us, and Akeem. Furthermore, it's possible that they stole all of the pages we'd uncovered, and already possessed the other sixteen. They might be about to kill Kaminae. I'm not sure. The information I got wasn't exactly from a trustworthy source. But the bottom-line is that the situation is dire. Maria, this is the end of the era. We have two options before us: allow Gaston to claim all the glory of Kaminae's demise, as well as the rights to the throne of Yuran, Aramil, South Fronta, North Fronta, Kranila and Kevai -- or beyond that, we can have all of that for ourselves. Out of this, an Empire will rise like no other in history. And I plan on being the one to sit on its throne."
He spoke hastily. Incredibly so. This was not a moment of nobility and court intrigue. This was a struggle between life and death. Right now, it was do or die. He would not die, so he would do. He would kill Gaston first, and then Kaminae second. He would unite the bonds of Kal, Malek, Giletti and Vakarion. It was, as he said, the end of the era.
"I need you now more than ever, my friend. I will rise to my station, soon, as the King of South and North Fronta, just as I was before Fenrir rended me my life. Akeem will take the throne of Aramil and Kevai. And you, Maria, will rule Kranila and Yuran. We will form the triumvirate and divide the world between us three. But only if we all make it out of this to see the sun rise."
