Maverick gave Shadrak a suprised look and then stared at the man as he went upstairs. "You still want that guy to be our guide?" he asked in an undertone, staring at where the man dissappeared upstairs suspiciously.
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Shadrak looked up at Kante's retreating form, "Demn straight, if he's willing to take the bullet for at least one of us, then I think we may be onto something..." He shrugged, he had a funny feeling about Kante, very definite now, that he knew him from somewhere, or maybe it was just a bad case of deja-vu, whatever.
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"Yes but how did he know the soup was poisoned?" That was what Maverick wanted to know. With this guy leading them, what was to happen to them tomorrow? Being led by a man that was willing to lay down his life for some people he just met was an uncommon and rare thing, but what about his uncanny knowledge of things? He did admit his feelings of unease may be unfounded, but they were there all the same. Who was this mysterious stranger Kante?
ooc: Okay, if you get to bring in a charecter, then I do too. Who should I bring in... Ryoty?
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ooc: Ryoty....? ...oh! the ship-girl? suuuure, if ye like, whatever *wonders if self is going to fall in love w/ made-up char's again* hmmm, Kante sounds oooh SO MANLY! *giggles*
now, honestly, did I shock you? ^-^
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Shadrak paused for a moment, "Magic? that's be my guess, he must be scrying...something...." he hesitated, thinking, but...no. "He wasn't scrying us, that I know for sure, maybe it's a general, all-purpose danger-detect...? He could certainly weave that without anyone noticing, and it would've clued him in to our imminent danger, without intruding on personal space or liberties..." Shadrak shrugged, no use looking for one, it was one of those 'invisible-to-all-but-he-who-cast-it' more discreet spells, like the mind-link messaging he'd been doing with Maverick while Kante had been around.
ooc: wait a sec, Ryoty's a girl? Kante's a guy.... oh dear...
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ooc: Nope, didn't shock me. But, slightly disgusted though. You fell in love with a fictional char? Join the club toots! Oh, and if you want to make Ryoty and Kante a couple... well, you might have to fight Maverick for her. She and he are kinda an item. Hence the pleasure in his voice as he spoke her name and the slight secretive smile curving his lips. Get it?
bic: What was it about this person that Shadrak felt so compelled to to trust in him? "Do you really trust this man?" Personnaly, he creeped him out.
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ooc: *lol* i know I know! I'm just goofin' 'round
YAY! I disgusted joo! I do that good too!
hehehe, nowwww, what's the fictional char loves count up to? I reckon it's got to have gotten past 100 by now! ^-^
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Shadrak shrugged, "Oddly enough....I do, implicitly," he paused, debating on whether or not to let Maverick know about the vague feeling he got about Kante. "It's weird... but the first time I saw him, I got the oddest sense of deja-vu, like I knew him from somewhere, somehow..." Shadrak frowned and shook his head, "then again, I could be losing my mind again," he grinned wryly.
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"You think you might have known him huh? Do you think he might be... one of you? Your kind, I mean." He lifted his glass and tilted it back, giving a start when he found it empty. He turned it upside down but not a drop fell out; then he ran his finger around inside. It was bone dry! He frowned and set it back down on the table, turning his attention back to Shadrak.
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Shadrak noted the slight frown on Maverick's face, and noted that it had something to do with his cup, he shrugged, mentally dismissing it.
"No..." he frowned slightly, "I don't think so, he doesn't feel quite like one of us...them. He's definitely a magic-user, but demned if I know where he hails from, or if there's anything different about him, in species-wise regards."
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He noted the waitress staring sourly at the empty soup pot and waved her over. She came over, shoulders slumped and he lifted his glass to her. She took it and dissappeared into the kitchen. "Well if he's not familliar in the dragon sense, then what is it about him that's invoking the dejavu?" The waitress reappeared a moment later with his cup filled to the brim with foam spilling over the sides. She set it carefully down on the table and waited with her hand held out, a sullen look on her face. He took out a coin of his pouch, the money inside jingling as he pulled the stings tight around it and pressed it into the palm of her hand. Her shoulders perked up at the sound of the money and she leaned down, her floppy breasts brushing his shoulder as she gave him a big wet kiss on the corner of his mouth. He jerked back and stared at her for a moment as she pulled back and gave him a sultry smile. "If you boys need anything else," she turned to address Shadrak too, "anything at all, just call." Maverick gave her a strange look as she sauntered away and turned back to Shadrak wiping his mouth. He took a long swig of ale to wash out the taste. "You were saying?"
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Shadrak looked after the waitress, completely non-plussed, sighing he muttered, "humans!" with an undertone of baffled annoyance. "Dunno," he said normally, turning back to maverick, "Just....just a weird feeling is all, hey, maybe it's his calling in life that I recognize, or an elemental power or...well, thousands of possibilities really, when you think about it."
"So, he's familiar in a magical sense and you feel a comradary with him. Is that it?" He took another swig of of ale and the thing clunked down on the table. He wiped the edge of his mouth again. Disgusting. He shot a glare in the waitress's direction. Yuck. He took another swig of ale.
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ooc: sorry I didn't reply sooner, this site was goobered and every page took like five minutes to load
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Shadrak shrugged, "it would seem so, because I can't see any other reason for the familiarity," unless one of my parents knew him, but which parent? the dark or the light? that could be a problem if it is true... ((some dragons retain the memories of past generations)). Shadrak shrugged again, then laughed at Maverick's sour expression in regards to the drink, "Methinks it's getting a bit late for 'strong' drink..."
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Maverick's vision blurred and he blinked to clear his eyes. "It's not that late," he protested, his speech slightly slurred. Suddenly, his head felt really light. He turned slowly towards Shadrak, his head wavering on his neck. "Well, maybe you're right." He placed his hands on the table and pushed himself up, knocking over the mug and spilling the rest of it's contents. The puddle of ale spread across the table, little white particles swirling within it's perimeters. "Bed does sound kinda... nice." His voice trailed off and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he toppled over onto the floor.
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Shadrak frowned, but made no hasty movements. he carefully reviewed the past few moments in his mind, no, he had not imbibed anything this inn had to offer. He stood up, picked maverick up, and gave the general bar 'this happens all the time' sort of look, and rolled his eyes. He threw Maverick over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing,and headed for the stairs. Something you missed, Kante... Shadrak thought to himself. He strode up the stairs, probing the content of Maverick's blood, and deciding that his first analyses had been right, drugged. Maverick seemed like the kind of man who could certainly hold his drink!
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ooc: He most certainly is a man who can hold his drink thank you very much! And yes, he was drugged, i.e. the white floaty stuff in his drink? Get it? eh? de ya get it? Well do ya? eh?
bic: The innkeeper watched through the portrait as Maverick was carried upstairs. As soon as Shadrak had reached the top of the stairs, he rounded onJazelle the tavern wench. ""Jazelle? Did you take them one cup of ale or two? Because you know what?" he asked sweetly, "ONLY ONE PASSED OUT!" he roared.
"Well it's not my fault if only one was thirsty!" she snapped back. "Don't you blame me Finnius if your stupid little get-rich-quick plan doesn't work. It's not my fault if your blinded by thiose dollar signs in your eye!" She swaggered out with a rag in hand, making sure to wiggle her ass just to let Finnius the Innkeeper know what he was missing. His face was beet red as he whirled on the cook, but she met him with a cold hard glare that stilled any scathing remark on his tongue stillborn. She nodded satisfactorily and turned back to her steaming stew. Steam could almost be seen coming from his ears as he walked jerkily out the back door and stuck his head into the snow. He couldn't bare it anymore. His scream was muffled by the snow and he pulled it out of the snow, turning the air bluw with curses as he stomped around, literally hopping mad. Any who saw him would think it quite the humorous sight.
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ooc: 'course I get it! Shaddy jsut didn't see the particles! he had to surmise!
Shadrak giggled from the slightly ajar shutters. Silly humans! he thought, blocking from his mind the incident when he'd been in similiar straights in the snow only about an hour ago. He grinned and closed the shutters. Then he set up a magical ward that would alarm shadrak to intruders and wake him up, but wouldn't allow the intruder to know he'd passed through a ward, just in case Kante decided to poke his nose in. Then he flopped down and went to sleep.
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Finnius stomped one last time for good measure. He stopped, took a deep breath, and then turned around and walked calmly back inside. Jazelle and the cook stood side by side peering out at him with wide oval eyes through the kitchen door as he threw his fit and scurried away as he came back in. He stood there, quietly by the back door for what seemed to the women like an extremely long time. "Uh, Finnius?" Jazelle called tentively.
"What?"
"Are you all right?"
"Fine. Why do you ask?"
Jazelle looked at the cook for help and the cook shruggede helplessly. "Uh, well you just seem a bit...frustrated."
"Frustrated? No. I'm fine," he answered calmly. "Quite fine."
Jazelle looked for the right words to ask hers and the cooks' question without it blowing up in her face. "Um," she looked to the cook pleading and she waved her hands usheringly as if to say "Get on with it!" Jazelle glared and stepped forward, Finnius looking at her expectently with a face of tone. "About the two men, what---what are we going to do?"
"What... are we going to do?" he repeated quietly, his eyes taking on the yellowish glint of hysteria. "Well, yes. We're not going to let them get away are we?"
"Get away?" he repeated her again, the nerve in his left eye beginning to twitch. "Oh no. We're not going to let them get away. I have a plan. For them," he lifted a now shaking finger and drew it's tip across his neck menacingly, "there's no escape."
ooc: *Close up on his face and fade to black.* Perfect! Menacingly perfect!
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ooc: LOL! poifect. ^-^
bic:
Shadrak slept on. Kante slipped through the darkened inn, his eyes glinting oddly, even though no light was present. His tread was silent, almost cat-like. He sensed for the presence he'd felt before, and he knew he had to stand guard, because there was a black cloud hanging above the two. He'd gone without sleep before, so he figured he do so again. He strode to the door behind which Shadrak and Maverick slept. He positioned himself beside it like a soldier guard, and disappeared from all mortal sight, well, all un-magical sight in any case.
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Maverick snorted and rolled over in his sleep. Under his tunic, his pendant gave off a faint glow.
Darkness had fallen over the quiet little village of RiverTown as the door to the Inn opened allowing a sliver of candle light to pierce the darkness. The candle was quickly snuffed out and the night once again whole as a dark sillouette crept out the door and quietly closed it behind him. A light rain fell from the dark cloudy sky and he darted in between the raindrops, flitting from cover of thatch overhang to cover of thatch overhang, right to the end of town. From the last hut it was about fifty feet into the forest; ample time to be spotted by prying eyes. But there was no other way into the forest, so he had to chance it. He took a deep breath, glanced left and right, then fled across the open area, splashing through puddles and sloshing through mud till at last he met the edge of the forest. It wasn't until then that he'd realized he'd been holding his breath and he released it in a whoosh. He looked back at the sleepy little town for a moment. Spotting his inn, he could almost see third and fourth levels added and the flock of customers waiting for a turn to book a stay there. With a greedy little smile on his face he turned and searched the shrubbery. There, in between two small oak sapplings a small gaming trail started at the edge of the wood. He sped up it, weaving through the trees, ducking under branches and deftly stepping over roots in the near total darkness of the forest. It seemed to him to take hours to climb that trail, but he consoled himself with the incredible amount of money he was going to earn in the end. Finally, after an interminable amount of time, he came to the end of the gaming trail. There, at the top of the hill, in a small clearing, a large hut stood. The hut itself wasn't exactly a hut but had strange crossbeams on the roof that curved up near the bottom and met in a high peak at the top. The structure itself was actually raised on beams and had stairs leading up to the sourrounding deck. The walls looked to be constructed of paper sectioned off by some sort of thin dark wood that had been cut and sectioned to form squares. The cloaked figure left the cover of the trees and walked over to the hut. He stepped onto the porch and raised his pudgy little fist to bang on the door, but before he even hit the papered wood, the door opened to reveal another dark sillouette. It said only two words. "Come in," a deep voice rumbled. The cloaked figure cocked it's head to one side and stepped through the door, dripping water and trailing mud on the hard wooden floor. A small urn holding glowing coals was the only source of light and it only served to illuminate the strangers eyes; a deep red tinged with black. "What do you want?" he asked. The cloaked figure pushed back his hood to reveal Finnius the innkeepers' features.
"I have a propostion for you."
"Go on."
"I'd like to hire your services." The red eyes flashed briefly, a mute gesture to go on.
"It's about time Irutetsu the Dragonslayer was ressurected, don't you think?"
The red eyes crinkled and blazed and Finnuis suppressed a shudder. Just faintly, he could make out a hidious smile curving Irutetsu's lips, his fangs glinting maliciously in the light of the coals.
*wonders if self is going to fall in love w/ made-up char's again* hmmm, Kante sounds oooh SO MANLY! *giggles*
Perfect! Menacingly perfect!
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