Amazing RP
clockwork_jester: Looking down the streets of the Saturday Markets, Dominic almost laughed. People packed in like sardines in a can, moving inch by inch to every stall, looking for something new and exotic. To be fair, more often than not this happened, with trinkets arriving from the people of the far East, the practicers of the ancient magics. Or the newest home cookery books that included new magical recipes every issue, distrubuted directly from magic central, the capital, Heliose City. And yet, none of these were on Dominics mind, for, as circumstance would have it he had been gifted with an unmatchable ability to steal. Much more than a common theif, he hopped towns, following the travelling market and left a rich man. Today was no different, as he casually sauntered down a slightly less crowded street, knocking into everyone who was alone and looked like they were "in the money". Just one quick slip of the wrist, a curling of the fingers, and their wallet was his. Sometimes he didn't even need the money, he just did it because he could. And who would suspect someone dressed in brown, worn leather boots, a long brown cloak covering his torso and the friendliest smile anyone had to offer? Thats right. No-one. So when he saw a woman sitting all by herself on a fountain, not a care in the world, hell, he couldn't resist it. The challenge all by itself was reason enough, but unfortunately his targets today hadn't carried much cash on them at all. His business was turning into fingerprints and passwords, things you couldn't steal and give to the bank. Some people were even charming their wallets so they couldn't be taken out of the pockets without the right set of hands. Eventually, Dominic would have to find another money maker, but for now, this talent, and this woman, would do. He approached her from behind, stopping about twenty feet away. How could he go about this? He watched her intently.
xan_torez: Alex watched from a side alley as the market crowd bustled by. His orange eyes focused on the stall owners and stall helpers. Out of all the things in the world that could make him tick and get aggrevated, merchants from other towns wound him up the most. They had no care for the welfare of the town, and they made that obvious too. You could see it in their eyes, in the way they stood; they didn't want to be here, and if Alex had his way, they wouldn't be here. On the other hand however, if they didn't come here, he wouldn't have a job - a sorry excuse for a job at that. He could have been anything he wanted, but no, he was stuck here, protecting the town from the scum that the merchants trailed in. It all wound him up so much. The pay was good at least. Quietly he left the alley and entered into the stream of people. There wasn't a set direction to them, but Alex was used to the movement, and he dodged their ever-changing-flow skillfully. His long, purple cloak was never trodden on, with its golden runs around the edges screaming out to people, 'Imperial Guard'. Most people looked up to the Imperial guards as the protectors of the town Lord himself, but it wasn't always like that. Imperial guard was just a name that the guard was given to try and impress people, and to intimidate others. That was the part he hated. He wasn't anything special; the name was just a placebo against a crime that only existed when these goods-carrying vermin arrived. When the towns were quieter, there was nothing to guard. The front gates and outer walls were defended purely by the lower guards; men in ancient looking battle attire, wielding swords. They had no Magical abilities, but their swords were crafted by blacksmiths who could enchant them. These guards knew nothing of where there power came from, but neither did they care. Still, at least they actually got to do something during the week. His boots were quiet against the floor, woolen lined - very expensive - and his robe-like garments swayed behind a little. They were hybrid-ised from robes of the ancient times, like a Toga, to more modern, impreial robes of close design to the Japanese Kimono. Either way, they made him stand out. it wasn't a feeling he hated, being so different in a crowd of many, but it was certainly a feeling he could live without. Every so often someone would taunt him, 'dress wearer' or 'cross dresser', but 98% of the time, these kids would stand and gawk and say, 'When I grow up, I want to be an Imperial Mage!' Mage. Ha! these people didn't understand what it meant to use the Arcane arts! They thought it was all fun and games, but there were rules. If you could use magic, then you were more often than not conscripted to enchant weapons, build things, guard things. You were special, apparently. More like cursed, thought Alex. Some avoided revealing their heritage though. Clever idea. Live the free life whilst you can. Not as many rules. The crowd had reduced in flor around him and he noticed he was in a courtyard with a fountain in the center. There were still people around, but at least he could stand still without being bumped into. Nothing out of the ordinary here. He sighed and stretched a little, a large staff upon his back rubbing against the back of his head. A reminder that it was still there, should he need to use it. It was the primary mode of defence. Should he come into a fight, use the staff combined with some martial arts moves. If things became worse, heaven forbid, then he was free to use his powers. Preferrably the non-offense powers, but should he have to ignite something into flames, or lift someone up, it was okay. 'I wish,' he found himself speaking out aloud as he took one more look around and surveyed the area. In the entire 2 years he had been in the guard, he was now 23, he had never even had to use his staff. Maybe today would be different. One day, he thought, I'll stop wishing that..
rhiakolareny: Rhia was one of the few who, in many cases, kept her heritage a secret. The government knew about her, at least the higher-ups did. Though, even if someone did know she was involved with them, exactly what she did was kept strictly classified. Sufficiently cooled off, she pulled her fingers from the water. The day was turning out to be quite a scorcher, even with the magickally enchanced weather in the area. That really only ever helped to keep storms down to a drizzle and heatwaves were just a little humid. She lifted a hand to run her fingers through her hair, the auburn locks tucked back behind graceful ears. She pulled her basket up onto her lap, looking through the contents to remind herself what else she still needed. As she moved, a certain someone behind her might catch a glimpse of her purse, a small embroidered bag, attatched to her belt just within the confines of that cloak. If he drew closer, he'd be able to make out a soft, sweet humming, the tune she made somehow complimenting the babbling of the fountain.
clockwork_jester: 'Oh, damnit'. Dominic eyed the Imperial Guard with disdain, cursing under his breath that he'd arrived. Why right at this very moment? There was no need for him to be here, there were no criminals in this are.. ok, maybe there was, but none that he would have to check out. This made things a lot harder for Dominic. Again he turned his head to watch the woman, and to his absolute delight, he caught a glimpse of her purse. It looked expensive, foreign even. A huge grin spread across his lips for a fleeting second, before he turned on his heel and ran back towards the streets, as fast as he could. He darted behind a long line of bushes than lined the square and headed straight for the Imperial Guard. He ducked out the bushes a little less than thirty feet behind the gaurd, running right up beside him. He put on his best panting act and hunched over on his knees, "Sir! That woman! She stole something very expensive from me!" he looked up at the guard with sincerity in his eyes. So, okay, lying was also a talent he was gifted with. "A runed purse, marked with every anti-theft spell around. Costs more than my kids!" he nearly burst out laughing, but his composure stayed solid. He stuck out his arm and pointed directly at the woman on the fountain.. "She didnt look like much of a theif, thats why i trusted her to hold it." Oh, this was going to be so sweet.
xan_torez: Alex blinked a little and stared into the eyes of this man. It seemed strange, Alex would have expected this man to have been more of a thief than the rather pretty woman, but nonetheless, his eyes had the utmost level of sincerety about them, so he nodded slowly then began towards the woman. As he walked, he spoke. His voice was quite deep, but not rough, more the opposite. A soft deep voice, probably a good singing voice, but not many people cared for a magic 'singing-guard' these days, "If it has anti-theft spells upon it, then how did she manage to steal it?" there were two options: A, she hadn't stolen it, or B, she was a caster, and was able to work around the spells. She looked like she could be of Magic heritage, but nothing about her said she was a magic user. He kept his pace steady, not threateningly fast, but not too slow to look as if he didn't care. She was hardly making any effort to hide it if she had stolen it, or to run away if she was worried of being captured. Maybe this man was lying, but, there was no reason to doubt him. Might as well just question her and get this over with. This kind of thing happened all the time, petty bickering, normally about who bought what goods. Easy to solve - confiscate said goods unless one party comes to a decision. Confiscated goods could be faught over then at a court, if the persons involved wanted it that badly. Approaching the lady, he smiled politely and bowed his head in respect, "Good day, madam. I've been informed that you are carrying a purse on you, runed, potentially enchanted. May I see it for just a second please?" He smiled a little and kept his hands folded behind his back, looking official. He was tall at about 6'4" and not too skinny either. His muscle power was in his arms though; the ability to spin a heavy war staff quickly and efficiently. What he would give to have an Magi staff though. Runed, glowing enchanted staffs that amplified every inch of power within the soul. That was what he really wanted to do. Screw being a guard. He wanted to be part of the Magi! This was as close as he was going to get this side of christmas though, so might as well just go with the flow..
rhiakolareny: She glanced up, a somewhat surprised looking coming onto her pretty face. "Who could have told you that?" She shook her head, as if deciding that was unimportant. She sighed and set her basket beside her on the edge of the fountain. She pushed back the edge of her cloak and untied the purse. "If this is it, then here it is, but I'm afraid it isn't enchanted, sir." She held it out to him, a pretty little thing. It looked expensive, sure, at first glance. But when he took it, he wouldn't be able to feel any magick about it at all. It wasn't even made using magick, which is how embroidery was often done those days - magickally run machines that always left a residue on the product. That purse was hand sewn, a rare thing those days. In fact, even her cloak looked to be hand sewn. Perhaps she wasn't as rich as that thief had supposed.
clockwork_jester: Analysing the situation, Dominic walked slowly behind the guard, trying to keep himself at least partially concealed from the woman in questioning. He wondered how this was going to play out, and whether he would actually have to steal the thing and run. That wouldn't be a smart option though, considering he'd be running from a guard. No, he'd have to try something a little different, a little more difficult than his usual snatch and grab, but all the while it held the same skill he prided himself in. He watched the woman hold the purse out slowly, and with impressive speed, Dominic whipped himself round the front of the guard, grabbing it. Immediately, he took a step backwards to hide his actions from the woman. With one hand he delved into his pockets and pulled out a handful of small copper pieces, he could afford to lose those from the riches within. With a feigned slip of the feet, he them slip out of his hand, tumbling onto the ground. "Oh! Damn!" He tried to sound surprised, while with his other hand, he emptied the contents of the purse into a pocket on the inside of his cloak. All this happened in less than a few seconds. Hopefully, no-one had seen a thing, and he could walk away, grinning like a.. very happy theif. He kept hold of the bag, but rather than clutching it to his chest, he held it just enough so that the guard, was he so inclined, he could grab it back, never knowing that it had contents. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is the right one..".
xan_torez: Alex was about to take the purse when it was snatched from infront of him. Fair enough, he thought, this man was eager to check his purse. But when the coins dropped to the floor, Alex narrowed his eyes for a brief moment. Something was suddenly no longer sitting right with him. Everything that had just happened seemed all to convenient. He kept his calm though and slowly took the purse away from Dominic. He kept his eyes locked onto the man though as he moved the purse back in the direction of the woman, "Madam, do you happen to know the exact coin contents of this purse?" His eyes, still focused on the thief said it all. He didn't know whether Dominic was up to something, but neither did he want to take any chances. His eyes also said that he was anxious to use his powers; they shone as if he was absorbing energy from the invisible mana stream that surrounded everybody. Should Dominic try to run, he would only move around 4ft before his legs would cease to function. There was nothing like a bit of Telekenises to ruin your day. Still, he hadn't enough proof for anything right now. Who DID this purse belong too. The only way that this would be solved now, was if the lady could clarify the coin contents. If she couldn't, then the purse would be confiscated until either could prove it was their possession. Simple, but Harsh.
rhiakolareny: Rhia's eyes were sharp, but her face gave away nothing. She tilted her head innocently when the guard asked her if she knew the contents of her purse, her brow furrowed slightly. "Sir, I've just spent three hours shopping. I don't keep tabs on the exact amount throughout the day. What exactly is the problem?" As if she didn't know. Her gaze shifted to the man who'd come with the guard, watching him closely for a moment, before calmly lifting back up to the guard's face. "Have I done something wrong?" The way she asked it made it very clear that she was aware, despite the guard's calm and gentle questioning, that there were some accusations passing between him and the man with him.
clockwork_jester: Oh, this was working out very well. By now, Dominic at least would have expected to have some inquiries about him, but he'd got the money and the guard was still questioning her. Maybe he was new? Or hated his job, and was looking for an excuse to arrest somebody. It wouldn't be surprising, since crime in this city was unbelievably low. It generally followed the market around, but violent people rarely found anything worth much here. Garan'kho city is where they congregated. Ha, even the great travelling market didn't go there. "Look, I have left my stand unattended for too long, sir. Can you not see I am innocent? She isn't even denying what she did." he shot a glance at the woman, a small smirk playing on his mouth. "Are you going to believe what she says? She's a theif, they are all dirty liars." He kicked a coin on the floor. "No wonder she had to steal from me, look how poor she is."
xan_torez: "Madam, this man is accusing you of stealing his purse. He claims that he left you to hold it, and you took off with it in your possession." he looked at Dominic, and with an ever so slight change of stance, he narrowed his eyes a little, "Can you prove this purse is yours." Confiscation was looking real good right now. He wanted excitement and a chance to use his powers, but a quarrel over a few coins was a waste of his time. Not like he'd use it for anything else anyway.
rhiakolareny: She frowned a bit at the man's words, slightly insulted by that last bit, but she didn't lash out, keeping her cool very well. She looked back up at the guard with a slightly dissatisfied look, but nothing more. "I can't prove it's mine. That's what I get for saving a few coins by handstitching the blasted thing." She glanced up at the man, folding her arms over her chest. "If the purse really is yours, you have a talented wife, or a very strange interest in hobbies." After all, hand-stitched things weren't sold in the markets, not in this city, not in any sort of legal markets.
clockwork_jester: And there it was, like a brick in the face. Dominic let off a less than subtle aura of panic around him, his eyes widening and his palms starting to sweat just a little. He hadn't banked on the purse being handstitched, no good thief would. It just doesn't happen often enough. Sure, if he'd stolen from someone who lived in the dirt on the outskirts of the city, maybe, but, to a woman who was clearly not a street urchin. He took another step back, but this one was far more confident. He was getting ready to run. He knew he wouldn't get far with that guard here, but he did have one item that might work. But using it would only create a whole new set of problems for him. He needed to bide a little time, maybe half a minute.. he needed a descisive escape route. "Yes, actually, my wife happens to enjoy embroidery in her spare time, and she made that for my stall." Oh no! THINK ABOUT WHAT YOUR SAYING! He was panicking now, get confused with his own lies. Some expert liar he was. It didn't matter too much as his left hand fumbled in his pocket. "Look, I can prove its not hers, here is a picture of my wi--" his fingers clasped around something small, a very cold surface but the centre of it pulsed heat gently. It was a rare anti-magic rune, he'd stolen it a few weeks ago and he'd almost used it once, until he learned that it's dispelling magic had a certain.. frequency if you will. THey were illegal in most cities since they could be used against guards, and it's residue would most likely hang around for a while. Oh, well, he'd screwed this one up. With blinding speed, he took off on his right foot, heading as fast as he could for a small clearing in the otherwise impenetrable bushes. He knew where he would run, where he would be safe. He yanked his hand out his pocket and got ready to defend himself. He hoped this guard wasn't one of the experts. No, he prayed for it.
xan_torez: Within the second of the thiefs first footstep, Alex's mind shot into overdrive and he yanked the staff from over his head. It span in the air swiftly as he too took off on his right foot, darting past shocked people as two men launched themselves through the shoppers, towards a clearing in the bushes. The one behind had a cloak and robe that was trailing behind him, but was perfectly sized so that it wasn't catching as he ran. He was fast too, well trained and light bodied; there was virtually no weight in him to hold him down as he powered after the man. So far though, he wasn't gaining on him. The thief was keeping at the same distance. If he couldn't resolve this situation physically, then soon it would resort to the Arcane. He was almost fully charged, ready to use his powers at any given moment, but something was playing on his mind. The thief's hand in his pocket seemed as though it clasped onto something. It wasn't a picture of his wife and a thief wouldn't care for keeping hold of his money whilst he was running; he'd care more for his life. So what was it? For now, it didn't matter. Catching him on foot was priority. This day just got a whole load more exciting.
rhiakolareny: Rhia watched the chase ensue and let out a bit of a sigh. "Wonderful..." She ran a hand through her hair, but her conscience was yelling at her to get up off her ass. Grumbling, she stood up, picking up her basket. She left behind those coins on the street, which were quickly picked up by the people who'd been standing nearby, and calmly headed after the way those two had run. She didn't like the look of that thief, and given her oath to that city, even if only a handful of people knew about it, she just couldn't sit around and let an Imperial Guard get himself into trouble, or hurt. Granted, the guard seemed quite eager to jump into this sort of situation, but there were more people than just the guard and the thief to worry about. Civilians, no matter what walk of life they chose to lead, were not to be injured if it could be helped. And if she could get there before any fighting ensued, she could at least protect the civilians, if not the guard. Of course, if she wasn't careful, she'd blow her cover wide open... Good thing she shared certain talents of a thief - that is, slight of hand.
clockwork_jester: "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, running, running.." his legs were starting to ache, but Dominic would not let up. He kept shoving his elbows into the crowd, knocking men and women out of his way. It was like trying to run through jam. Every stall he passed he knocked all the goods onto the floor, making the sellers more than angry. Even one or two of those started to give chase, causing even more commotion behind him. He'd hoped for more, but two angry merchants who would soon start using magic on the innocents should slow down the guard at least enough to let him get to the outskirts of the city. Lawfully, the gaurd could do no harm to him providing no-one in the city had been hurt. Well, he found himself praying that the rules were the same for all the cities. The last three had used their province as a no holds barred state of affairs, and surely this one would to. Still he clasped onto the dispell stone, his cloak jangling with loose change. He wished he'd brought his sword with him now, but a sword is difficult to conceal at the best of times. He ducked round a corner into a less crowded street and dived behind a large mountain of broken boxes, each used to carry goods and livestock. Now, they concealed Dominic, who used his cloak as a camoflage against the dull brown boxes and the wall behind him. He even managed to slow his breathing. He was about two hundred yards from freedom and a day of feeding well. How the Hell was he going to get there?
xan_torez: Alex stopped and scanned the area. It was as if the thief had just dissappeared. He had taken his eyes off of him for one damned second, and at the moment, the thief had chosen THEN to hide. Did he use Magic too? Did he know that Alex wasn't looking? If he used magic, then it was not only Alex's duty to return all stolen goods, but to hand the Thief over to the authorities for 'processing'. At the moment however, he was far from managing that. He panted a little as he stood in a square. People flooded around him from all directions, most looking up at him as they shuffled past. Some people were slowing to watch what was happening, but Alex didn't care. Quickly, he span his staff and reattached it to his back, before closing his eyes for just a brief second and whispering, "Manae Solas". When he iopened his eyes again, the world seemed a totally different place. People were no long just people. They were glowing purple clouds, and the sky was a bright aurora of purple ribbons. He was looking at the world through the Mana stream. If our thief friend was hiding behind an object or a wall, he'd be visible. Sure enough, there was a crouched figure behind a set of boxes and Alex rebrandished his staff, walking at a determined pace towards the objects. This would be over in no time..
rhiakolareny: Rhia's knowledge of the city streets allowed her to bypass the chaos created by the chase, so that her calm walking got her to that square almost as quickly as their running had. She saw the guard standing out in the open, and the hair on the back of her neck bristled when she sensed him use a spell. She kept her distance just now, as her presence would only prove to get in the man's way just now. She followed his gaze when he seemed to make up his mind about something, and only then began to move closer. She'd ditched her basket somewhere along the way, and one hand clutched at something beneathe her cloak. She moved casually, so it wasn't easy to pick her out in the crowd, to keep from drawing unwanted attention to herself from everyone else in the square. She didn't particularly care if the guard noticed her, but if everyone else did, that would be a problem. If her intuition about that thief was right, then the final showdown that appeared to be on the verge of taking place could get pretty messy, if there was no one to contain it. And that was precisely what she was for. The necessary spell was on the tip of her tongue, so practiced in what she did that nearly all of her spells had been condensed into one word. She could release a spell in a split second so long as she could grab that word and all of the meaning that went into it. Magick was indeed a fascinating thing..
clockwork_jester: 'Oh come ON' he yelled in his mind, already knowing that the guard had spotted his exact location. He sure as hell hadn't used his natural eyes, so he must be using magic. Dominic got ready to throw his lifeline, but, perhaps he shouldn't. There were people all around the hunter and the hunter, which meant that destructive spells were almost out of the question. He could only use magic that was non-offensive and specific to one target. With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes, tensing up his body. With as much strength as he could muster he spread his body as hard as he could, his arms throwing large planks of wood in every direction. He kicked off his left foot and dived headfirst towards the crowd of people that had slowed to watch the fireworks. With a swift roll he was back on his feet, trying to shove his way through the crowd. But in seconds, he was back on the floor, because some vigilante marketer had just thrown a rather large fireball at his head. He sensed the heat and turned just in time to hit the floor before his face became crispy. He was rearing up another ball of flame, people around him were yelling, "Stop! You're gonna kill someone!" It didnt really help. He thought he was helping the guard out, and in truth, Dom was on his ass. "All this because of a freakin hand sewn bag?!" He tried to stand again, but some little smegpot was on his legs, cowering from the fire thrower. A heavy one too. 'DAMN! MOVE!'
xan_torez: Alex ran as hard as he could after sensing the Mana rift to his right. A fireball had been thrown, and the caster would be seen to after the thief, but right now his main concern was Dominic. Once in range, he spoke, a sense of power in his voice, "Telesis!" He lifted his right hand infront of him and moved it up higher. From under the large man came the thief, lifting up about a foot off the ground, his feet dangling below him. Alex used his left hand to replace his staff onto his back, then moved forwards, keeping his right hand in place so Dominic didn't move. As soon as he was close enough, he moved his left hand, and the thieves arms were drawn a little closer together, and giving the man no time to pull his arms free or resist, he grabbed the wrists, holding them together, then released his telekinetic hold on him. Leaving no time to spare, he used his now free right arm to grab a pair of handcuffs from his belt holder, and slammed them onto the wrists of the thief, "I'm placing you under arrest for robbery, running from an Imperial Guard, and potentially causing harm to innocent citizens. .." he continued on, reaming off all the rights and what not. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman. He would have expected her to have looked quite shocked right about now, but her face was set, as if she intended to do something. That wasn't the only thing that interested though. He was still looking at the mana stream, and he noticed the way it flowed through her. It was as if she was highly attuned to it. Slowly he turned to face her a little more, narrowing his eyes to see it better, when suddenly it dissappeared and he smiled, realising what had happened. Mana streams don't flow rapidly, so they had to be charged. He had used all of his 'charge' so for now there were no more spells. He wouldn't need them anyway, from around the corner he could hear the clinking of lower guard boots. They had heard about the coffuffle and were en-route to collect the thief. Job well done.
rhiakolareny: The sight of that fireball was definitely interesting, and rather stupid. She whispered that one word she had ready, and without anyone's really noticing, the fireball fizzled away harmlessly before it could reach anyone in its path. In the next second she had that spell ready again, and used it at once, so that the man who'd thrown the first fireball would find himself incapable of doing it again, at least for a little while. She then returned her attention to the guard and the thief, watching closely as the thief was apprehended. Satisfied that the guard had things under control, especially with the sound of the foot guards approaching, Rhia unstitched the spell she'd brought to her lips, letting it settle back down inside of her. She met that guard's gaze for just a momen, faintest of smiles on her lips when he seemed to notice something odd about her. She sensed his spell wear off, just as he started to turn towards her, and wondered for just a moment to herself if he believed what he obvoiusly thought he'd seen. She shrugged it off, though, and turned away, heading back out of the square to retrieve her basket of groceries. That was enough excitement for one day, and she'd have to head home to get more money, anyway. She'd just have to finish her shopping tomorrow.
xan_torez: With the thief now in the footmen's hands, alex stood up and looked back at Rhia. She was already quite a distance away, but he quickly ran and caught up with her, calling after her, "Excuse me, Madam!" He held her purse up a little and smiled, knowing now that this was her purse and he should return it to her at once. He had a few more questions to ask first though. Compulsory questions in a situation like this. There was one other thing he had to do as well, the one thing that made parts of his job so much easier than anybody else with the same task..
rhiakolareny: She tried to slip away, but when he got close enough that she couldn't use the excuse that she hadn't heard him, she had no choice but to stop. She sighed softly, but put a smile on her face as she slowed to a stop and turned around to face him. "Yes?" Seeing the purse, her smile grew just a little bit, and she held her hands out to take it from him. "Thank-you. You're very talented with your magick. Saved me twelve silver." Which of course proved that she'd known how much was there all along. She took the purse and clipped it back onto her belt. "Is that all?"
xan_torez: The coins remark surprised him a little, but a part of him had already figured out that she knew, "Actually, no, it's not. I'm afraid I have to ask you a few questions, or alternatively you can hold out one of your hands for just a second. This is compulsory, I'm afraid, but.. you already knew that, didn't you.." He smiled a little, all the time realising more and more that she was hiding something in the long run, and though she seemed to just want to shop today, there was something else about her. The questions were compulsory, but no other soldier would ask for a hand to be held out. This was Alex's talent. From birth, he had been attuned to the Mana streams around them, and touching something that was susceptable to the streams, eg. a Mage or a Magic user, would show him information imprinted by the flow of the streams. It was because of this that he realised his potential in the Arcane arts. It was for this reason though that the Magi council never allowed him to progress in his training. They feared his visions, both those awake and sleeping, would cloud his judgement in the arts, and he may fall. The Mage guild was set about to stop these Dark Magi, so risking the creation of another was a risky move..
rhiakolareny: She hesitated, for a long moment. She was dangerous to a normal mage, which was why her powers were kept classified within the government. After a time, she shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can't answer your questions, nor can I allow you to look into my aura. I will go with you if you so feel inclined to take me in, but nothing will come of it, I assure you." Her words were spoken carefully. She was classified, and so it was necessary to speak carefully about herself, even to Imperial Guards. The chance for her powers to be harnessed by someone will ill intent towards the kingdom was a chance no one was willing to take, including herself.
xan_torez: For a few seconds he stared at her before he sighed and looked down, "Look, I don't want to take you in, at all, because something tells me that you're not JUST another who's running from it. Something tells me you're part of it. I understand then, that if you're part of it, you're under obligations to keep silent. All I need is a few details. I need your name, for a start, and if you knew any of this was going to happen. If any of this goes higher than petty theft, Miss, then there's a problem that needs to be routed out. Trusting you are part of something high up, anything you tell me could well be fake, which is why I ask you to hold out your hand for one second. Believe me. All I want is your name, and whether or not this needs to be looked into." He held out his hand for her and sighed. He didn't want any trouble now, but he hoped she would at least co-operate.
rhiakolareny: Again she hesitated. But after wrestling with herself over this, she decided to cooperate. Just a little. "My name is Rhia Kolareny. I believe whole-heartedly that this was a one-time event, not part of some higher conspiracy." She looked down at his hand for a long moment, visibly fighting with herself over this. Finally, she grit her teeth and looked off to the side. "Don't say I didn't warn you..." She lifted her hand up and placed it in his. The very moment he tried to look into her make-up, how she communicated with the mana stream, there'd be a very painful 'misfire'. His sight would be overtaken by a blinding white light, and the sensation of a hot poker being pressed straight into his head would be absolutely overwhelming. She pulled her hand back from his quickly whenrhiakolareny: she felt her own power kick in, other hand gripping her wrist tightly to try to calm the spells.
xan_torez: Indeed he felt the pain, so he wasted no time in gathering the information. She spoke the truth about her name, and none was a deeper conspiracy. As promised, he gathered nothing else from her, except the inevitable information that she WAS a magic user, but was somehow unregistered and uncharted. She wasn't particularly on the run though, and so as he opened his eyes he came to the conclusion that she was in fact some kind of Government agent, perhaps here for a mission, or maybe just on vacation. Nonetheless, she was powerful. The pain had been a sign of that. Even now with no contact, it still hurt. Images still flashed, but they weren't from here. They were already in his mind. The ones he saw at night, only now he was seeing them in the daylight. Trying to act as if everything was okay however, he smiled and bowed his head in respect, "Thank you for your time Miss Rhia. Any information will be treated with the utmost security and this will not be persued any further. I'm sorry for any inconvenience caused by any of the events tonight, and the money that was stolen from you will be retrieved and sent to you as soon as possible. I don't suppose I can get a delivery address off you, can I? I get the feeling that finding your address in the State's records might prove a little tasking." he gave her a knowing smile as the pain in his head was wearing off. In the back of his mind, he hoped she hadn't seen too much of his own past. The connection worked both ways..
rhiakolareny: If she saw anything, she wouldn't show it. She smiled faintly at the amusing statement. "Right, of course." She lifted her hands and gently rested them against his forehead. He knew now she was a magick user, so she might as well do something that would help him. Without so much as a muttering of a spell, her hands would cool against his forehead, and the pain he felt would fade completely. What's more, she spoke his address while she did it, proving further how little she had to concentrate on a spell to cast it. She lowered her hands again, linking her fingers behind her back. "I will be there the rest of today, and all of tomorrow morning. Please, come and see me." The way she said that... She could speak great volumes with few words, perhaps another talent of hers. Her voice now betrayed that she had seen something, and that invitation did not only pertain to his returning her money.
xan_torez: With the pain gone he smiled and opened his mouth to speak, but the words simply weren't there. 'Wait, she.. invited me..' Had she seen something? Was there something she knew that she needed to tell him? He had no clue, but he smiled and nodded, "I will, but I have to head up to the main quarters and file a report on all of this so that we can get your money back. Is there anything I can get you perhaps whilst I'm on my way?" Part of him wondered if she had seen something, and if so, what? The problem was, the images that others saw from him, he could never see himself, and neither did he ever recognise them when they were described. The Mage council had been right to deny him; he was a nutcase..
rhiakolareny: She shook her head with a pleasant smile. "No, I'm fine. Go do your job. You've had a good day." She slid one foot back, and bent down in a polite curtsey, before turning away and heading along down the alley, retrieving her basket of things which was actually behind a pile of crates a few feet away. And, about ten yards on down, she disappeared around a corner.
xan_torez: As she curtseyed, he bowed his head to her and smiled, watching her walk away for a second, before sighing in relief at everything, then turning away. With a small grin he began towards the quarters. Certainly an interesting day. Maybe he would be promoted? Regardless, he knew one thing now. He wasn't going to stop wishing for something exciting to happen any time soon..
The Author (1/8/2007 12:50:55 PM): It was the day after the events in the marketplace. Early that morning, Rhia had been rudely awoken by a messenger bird from the castle, with the message that she was to report to the Magi at once. Which meant half an hour ago, to them. She grumbled to herself the whole way, fidgeting with her cloak, that same deep maroon cloak she'd been wearing the day before. It was drizzling outside, which meant it was probably a serious thunder storm outside of the city, so she kept her hood drawn low over her face. She carried with her a staff made of stark white birch, very thin lines of ebony wood mixed through the staff, and topped with a polished chunk of amber. She moved swiftly through the streets, it quite easy without anyone outside, as everyone was taking cover from the rain or else fast asleep, considering how early it was. Using her knowledge of the alleys and sidestreets, she was able to make a more-or-less straight path to the castle, and arrived a little before five. The castle was already up and bustling, most likely, with paiges darting back and forth, the guard fresh and not looking forward to the new day's work. While she was still outside of the castle, she pulled out a length of black fabric, the final piece of her 'uniform', for indeed the clothes beneathe the cloak seemed to have a certain order and specific style to them. She lowered her hood as she was under an awning, and tied that length of fabric around her eyes. She then took herself around to one of the castle's service entrances, where the guards posted would know who she was and where she was supposed to go. She would be escorted, not because they were worried she'd do something, but because they wanted to make sure as few people as possible would see her. Unfortunately for them, they weren't informed there was a prisoner being released that morning, and their path would take them within clear sight of that little procession. While Rhia may not be exactly recognizable, she still made for a very interesting sight, one any curious person would be interested in investigating.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 1:08:20 PM): "Hey!" A voice echoed off the stone walls that made the cellblock corridor. "Hey! It's dawn, let me out!" There were no prizes for guessing which particular prisoner was screaming and rattling his bars, waking the sleep prison guard who'd just spend the last twelve hours of his life dreaming about better places. A grumpy grunt back and Dominic breathed a small sigh of relief, hearing the keys jangle and the chair creak. Freedom was soon to be his once more. A rather well fed old man came to his cell and jammed the key into the lock, still yawning. "Thanks Sirus." Dom smirked, shuffling forward, his arms and legs in chains. Prison wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so damn hard to get any sleep. Both men made their way back to the office room. Still chained, he entered a safe room, which was then locked behind him. Sirus took another door and disappeared, a few seconds later appearing on the other side of the small room brandishing Dominic's cloak, which was believed to be empty. As fortune would have it, Dom had arrived just at the same time as a rather angry man who was being detained for reasons of domestic violence. Of course, he wouldn't settle down, and all attention was taken away from Dom's cloak as it was tossed into the safe room. Overnight storage. Thus, all his little toys and money were still inside when it was returned. Lucky, lucky theif. After about ten minutes of procession and routine, Dom was escorted out of the prison and into the main castle hall, where he was told to "Stay here" and wait for the another two men to escort him out of the buulding. Naturally, they were late, and Sirus wanted more sleep. There he was, all alone, in the castle's main hall. Just another man, as far as passers by were concerned. Including the little caravan of soldiers and a hooded women who looked all too much like the woman he had tried to con yesterday. 'What is -she- doing here?' He wondered. Who the Hell had he tried to steal from? His curiosity won the battle of morals before it even began. He did not wait for his escort, he set off in the direction he had seen her go, his leather boots barely making a sound on the tiled flooring. He tied his cloak loosely around his neck, doing his best to look casual. Not once did the guards turn around. He ducked behind walls and waited, following the sound of their clinking footsteps. Who was this woman?
The Author (1/8/2007 1:21:35 PM): She was escorted to a place deep inside the castle, a place few people ever saw, the headquarters of the Magi. Luckily, she didn't go into some enclosed room, but rather a very large audience hall. It appeared the king made personal appearances here, though who the audience members during those times might be was a mystery. The guards departed through some other entrance, leaving Rhia alone at the door. A more decorated guard approached her, taking her cloak as she took it off. Her clothes were black, a long tunic to the knees and pants beneath that, but they were embroidered with all sorts of coloured designs, most likely hand stitched as her purse had been. Waist length hair was braided down her back, the blindfold still tied securely over her eyes. A harold tapped his staff at the far end of the hall, where the Magi were gathered around a large circular table that looked like it wasn't always there. "Announcing her Ladyship, the Container, Rhiannon Kolareny." Now there was a new word. 'Container' wasn't a title of anyone outside the castle, and woudln't be recognizable as any sort of job within. But every one of those Magi stood and bowed to her with the utmost respect. She dipped her head forward in response, and walked forward with all confidence, even while blindfolded.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 1:30:02 PM): With his interest growing with every new turn he made, Dom thought she was being led to see the King, in which case he simply wouldn't be able to follow. Even at 5am, there were enough guards working for the King to forge a small war. He was in this city for political reasons, but the security of the whole city hadn't been publicly stepped up because it was easier if no-one knew. Maybe she was connected to him somehow? Daughter, neice? Mentally slapping himself for trying to rob her yesterday, Dom continued to follow. He almost got caught a few times, but his acting skills were on form and he just walked past the sleepy men as a proud and eager employee. It was amazing how many questions people didn't ask if you looked like you belonged there. Dom just happened to bear simlilar uniform to the delivery men who appeared every day at this time in the morning. Heading for the Magi department wasn't anything unusual, except that he didn't seem to have any luggage or delivery with him. No-one picked up on that little smudge. He was stopped just outside a large set of double doors, which swiftly closed. She was in there, he'd watched her. With a quick glance around him, he spotted a set of stairs which he then took. Two flights and it opened out onto a raised platform, lined with empty seats of polished wood, each seemed to be engraved with a golden nameplate. The room smelled faintly of chemicals. Below him many men dressed like Magi focused their eyes on one woman. Dom stayed as quiet as possible, not daring to come into veiw. He just listened. Immediately, he knew he'd make a mistake following her. 'Container? Of what? Funny jokes?'
The Author (1/8/2007 1:41:28 PM): She came to a final stop before that table. She rested her staff against her shoulder, face pointed straight ahead for now. "Alright. I'm here. What is it you want?" One of the men stood, and Rhia's face turned towards him at once. He cleared his throat, speaking with authority, as most Magi did. "We have a report saying you were involved in a-" Rhia looked straight ahead again, interrupting him without a bit of hesitating, something noone under the Magi would dare do considering their talent with magick and often quick tempers. "That's not why you called me here, Magi Verrick. Why am I really here?" The man clenched his jaw, obviously trying to hold back that temper of his. Another Magi stood, a woman this time. "Sit down, Verrick. My lady, we've called you here because the King has decided to announce his presence. He's reached a decision on the matter of a treaty with the East Alliance, and has decided to hold the meetings here." Rhia sighed, audibly. "And you want me at his side at all times once he's announced himself, right? You Magi can take care of him while he's in public. I won't be paraded about the city for that. During his private meetings, I'll see to it that he's protected." Verrick, now red in the face with anger, leapt up again. "We pay you to keep peace in this city, whenever you're needed, not when you decide-" Again she'd interrupt him, "If the King asks for me to stand at his side, then I will do it, but he must express this wish personally. Otherwise, I will do as I've said." She turned, deciding for herself that the conversation was over, and started to leave the room. Infuriated, Verrick did a ver stupid thing, calling down a lightning bolt from the ceiling. Rhia, completely calm, lifted her staff, and the lightning disappeared. Completely. Without so much as a fizzle, it simply vanished. She was a Container, not of jokes of course, but of magick. The Magi were again reminded that Rhia could destroy them if they weren't careful, and did nothing more to stop her from leaving the room.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 1:57:54 PM): This just wasn't right. First, the King was here? Why had he left Heliose City? Surely he was better off there? And second, this woman, or rather, this Magi was respected enough to argue with the Magi council? Dom was way out of his depth here and it scared him just a tiny bit. He took the stairs back down onto ground floor and managed to get in front of Rhia, his pace very quickly speeding. If the King was here, then his pickpocketing days were over for now, which was not a good development. That would mean he would have to take more risks, bigger jobs for bulk payouts. He may not have done well yesterday, but under the cover of night he could steal almost anything. This meant more dangerous people he'd have to work with. He wasn't a very moral person, but killing often came with the bigger jobs, and he'd always felt a little queasy about it. His thoughts raced as if he hadn't walked into a chair that was along the corridor, he would have missed his exit. The small side door that Rhia had used. He pushed it open and was confronted with a small garden lined with trees. The footpath to the left was barely visible. He began walking, pondering, of all things, what he wanted to eat. He began walking slower, more of a dawdling pace. He hardly looked like a man who was just out out of a job.
The Author (1/8/2007 2:06:37 PM): She wasn't too far behind him, and his slow pace allowed him to see her as she exited. She had her cloak back, the hood back over her head. She took a different path from him, but the sound of her staff on the stone path rang out clearly through the garden. She slowed and came to a stop once she was a little ways from the castle itself, in a small grove within the garden. She sank down onto one of the benches, resting her staff across her knees. She pushed the hood off and untied the blindfold, opening her eyes up to the sky, blinking every so often when a raindrop fell into them. "Guess the vacation's over."
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 2:14:42 PM): Strangely enough, even though they took separate paths, both lead through the castle gardens. When it was being designed, someone was proud of their botany. The small grove in which she sat was (Other than the gardeners) totally undisturbed. The hedges were trimmed to laser perfection, the flowers were as colourful as they would be all year round, all of them larger than a foot tall. The rain hadn't even remotely dampened or dulled the little garden. Dom put back his hood, allowing the rain to fall through his hair and onto the tip of his nose. Walking nonchalently, he happened to wander into this little grove, and when he looked around, he cursed the wrong turn he'd taken. But before he could turn, he saw her. Rhia, the anti-mage. Why hadn't she stopped him yesterday, she clearly had the means. In the back of his mind, a little paranoid Dominic started throwing out ideas. 'Apologise to her, at least she can't hold a grudge that way.' He listened, and without another hesitation, he approached her, from the front, his hands in the air, trying to show he meant peace. "Don't worry, I won't make the same mistake twice." a small smile, genuine. He spoke quietly, as if the garden demanded it.
The Author (1/8/2007 2:24:10 PM): She blinked a couple of times and lowered her gaze to his face. A faint smile played on her lips when she recognized him. "So, you're the one that was spying on us." She folded the blindfold and tucked it away into a pocket of her cloak. She leaned back into the bench, draping her arms across the back. "Don't worry, there are no hard feelings about yesterday. You need those coins a lot more than I do, as you've just seen." She looked back up to the sky again, seeming to enjoy the sting of the rain in her eyes.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 2:30:23 PM): "Wha.." he stammered. "What? How did you know I was there, none of the magi saw me, and there were a lot more of them." Maybe it was a bad idea coming to talk to her, she could call anyone at anytime, tell them that he'd visited barred areas. Who wouldn't believe her, even IF he hadn't been seen? He stood perfectly still, lowering his hands. The conclusion he found most comforting and disburbing was that if she was going to do anything to him, she'd have dont it by now. He watched her for a few seconds, his icy blue eyes measuring her up. She was physically fit, and more than a little atrractive, but, he couldn't see even a hint of magic in her. "Who -are- you?" he spoke quiter still, now both the garden and his question demanding utter silence.
The Author (1/8/2007 2:37:18 PM): She looked over at him again, watching him quietly for a time. With a sigh, she motioned for him to sit down, either beside her or on one of the other benches in the area. "Please, sit, you're making me anxious." She ran a hand through her hair, pushing back some of the strands that didn't quite reach the braid. "As you heard, I'm a Container, a rare breed of... Well, I guess we really can't be called Magi. For most people, the Mana stream runs through them, through their aura, some more than others. The more the stream meets your aura, the more magick you're able to use and for longer. But my aura is completely attune to the stream, and has been since I was born. I can manipulate it with the tiniest thought, but not only the natural stream. I can manipulate the stream even after it has been altered by another magick user. What's more, I can bend the stream at will, meaning I can tear the Mana stream away from someone's aura, if need be." In other words, she can unmake mages. No wonder the Magi tiptoed around her.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 2:45:10 PM): Stopping dead for a moment, Dom processed what she had just said. With a quick glance, he decided on the bench next to hers; it was the only other slightly dry one. He say slowly, using the bottom of his cloak as a blanket against the rain, which was coming down harder now. He didn't mind, the rain was cleansing, and he needed someof that badly. "If you can do whatever you want with the mana stream, why didn't you stop me yesterday? Why are you even in this city? You can do whatever you want.." his voice took a sinister tone for a second, an innocent mans greed.
The Author (1/8/2007 2:51:55 PM): "Like I said, you could use those coins more than I could. I'm only sorry your technique was a little lacking." Teasing, made clear by her smirk as she looked over at him again. At his second question, her smirk faded, and she slowly looked off to the side. "I'm here because I'm needed here. Containers always work for their king, and the King asked me to stay here, so here I stay." She seemed to look off somewhere far away, somewhere outside the city, outside of time... Her voice, too, was almost nostalgic.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 2:59:54 PM): Clearly offended by her teasing, his expression became very defensive, but it too disappeared when she spoke again. Looking down at the floor, he allowed a few seconds silence for her. Maybe she'd been forced to come here because of what she was? "You musn't get much vacation time then?" he tried not to smile, he tried so hard. He looked up at her, a glinting in his eyes. He tried to imagine what it would be like to control magic like she did, but whatever situation he conjured, he couldn't make her fit the mould. She just seemed too.. normal. Just like every other woman who spent more time in the dream world than in the real world. "How many more are there like you?"
The Author (1/8/2007 3:03:48 PM): "No one knows, not even me. I've... I've never met another Container." She shook her head some, drawing herself out of her nostalgia. She pushed herself up to her feet, holding the staff lightly in one hand. "I hope I never do." Said simply, though with melancholy, as she started to walk out of the grove, taking a path that would lead out of the garden and back into the city. She just wanted to go home and sleep for a little while...
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 3:13:44 PM): Standing at the same time as her, he smiled as she walked off. There was no way anyone would believe him when he told them what he'd seen and heard, but it would make good drinking conversation. Hunching up his cloak, he hooded himself again, taking the same path out of the garden. First things first, he would have to find something to eat, and then he'd go find Juno; one time partner and now good friend. Juno would believe him, and besides, he would need forewarning that the King was en-route. He gave her a little wave of his hand out of respect, and then started in the opposite direction once they were out of the little grove. Since the castle was at the centre of the city, he'd have to take the East gate to his home, and from there, well, who knew?
The Author (1/8/2007 3:19:39 PM): She came to a stop when something popped into her mind and she turned towards him again as he started off. "Oh, Mr. Thief? Do keep all of this to yourself. If I catch wind that someone's found out about who I am and what I can do, I'll know who to execute for treason." Her face was stone cold, completely serious as she gazed over at him, grip on that staff tight. "I don't care what you do with the news about the King, since he'll be announcing himself soon anyway. But it is of great importance that my existance here is kept one hundred percent classified."
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 3:25:47 PM): Now it seemed a little more obvious that she was indeed a woman worth fearing. As he turned, her face nearly made him jump. Even he wasn't stupid enough to taunt her, but a smile of amusement still appeared and he stood his ground. "You know, I may have been less than a gentlemen yesterday, but there is no need to go and threaten me like that, especially since I can't use magic," a bitterness he couldn't hide shone through at those few words, "How would I defend myself?" His left hand calmly entered his pocket and he tilted his head to the right, his smile growing. "I have your money here, if you want it. I wouldn't want 'petty theif' on my death warrant." Maybe he was stupid enough to taunt her, but honestly, at least dying this way was alittle more fun.
The Author (1/8/2007 3:35:07 PM): She hmphed at that, looking off to the side again. "Keep the money. And you can defend yourself by keeping your mouth shut." She pulled her hood up over her head, looking over at him again. "What would you honestly gain by telling someone about me, anyway? All you would do is invite war upon this lovely little city." She watched him closely. He wouldn't, would he? She really didn't want to go out of her way to make sure he didn't...but she would if it was necessary.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 3:40:23 PM): "Who would go to war with the King here? And if you are as gifted as I think you are, who on Gods earth would even consider trying to attack this city?" He caught her eyeline and held it. He knew he was getting aggravated, but he hated being threatened. "Are you seriously telling me that knowledge of your existence would cause such anger and hostility that a war might start?" The rain pounded the dirt now, thundering clouds moving in with the wind, the early morning sun was naught but shrouded in cloud. "Oh, and I'm sorry about yesterday. There, I am absolved." He held both his arms out for a moment in a 'Jesus on the Cross' kind of stance. Their tempers seem to rise with the storm.
The Author (1/8/2007 3:46:53 PM): Her hand gripped the staff, glaring over at him. "You're a fool. There's going to be a treaty with the East Alliance so war does -not- break out, because there is rising hostility between this country and one country under the Alliance. Think about it, you stupid little man. The kingdom that has a Container in its possession is a very powerful kingdom. Wars have been waged in the past solely over the possession of a Container. Knowledge of my existence would not create anger, but jealousy. My existance cannot be known until that treaty is signed." There was a sort of fury in her eyes, not entirely directed towards him.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 3:58:44 PM): His eyes flickered onto the staff and then back into her eyes, his smile became a smirk and his eyes narrowed slightly. "So, if Containers can be possessed then you are not as powerful as I believed, and you can do no more harm to me than an Imperial Gaurd!" Oh.. wait.. too far. His words had gone from confrontational to practically hostile. Immediately, he lowered his arms and let the expression on his face drop. With perfect timing, a massive flash of light from the skies above gave the land around them an instant purple glow, and it was followed by one of the loudest booms he had ever heard. Staring hard into her eyes, Dom wrapped himself up in his cloak. "I can't stop you from silencing me, so just do it if you have to." He kept his focus on her.
The Author (1/8/2007 4:03:41 PM): She snarled at him, starting to walk towards him. "That's what it would take? Either I kill you, or you tell? Unacceptable. Killing isn't something I like to do, you see. Maybe I'll tell the guards you overheard my little meeting with the Magi, and they can lock you up in that dungeon for the rest of your life. The Magi are always looking for lab rats, after all." She stopped herself when she said that, realizing that maybe now she'd gone too far. Her stomach turned at the mere thought of it. The snarl disappeared from her face and she turned away, pain clear in her eyes. "Please. I don't want to hurt you."
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 4:11:26 PM): "You'd be in just as much trouble as I would be if you went back and told them now." He took a deep breath and felt his heart start to beat a little slower. The wind was picking up and blew through his hair, giving him that 'epic' look. "They clearly don't trust you as much as fear you, otherwise they wouldn't let you order them around." The bottom of the cloak billowed in the wind, further adding to his awesomeness. "And you do really think that a treaty signed by anyone would stop someone from being jealous? A piece of paper and a thousand lives of ordinary men to trade for the control of a living vessel of the mana stream itself?" When the Hell did he get so insightful? Maybe it was just cynicism. His eyes didn't leave hers once.
The Author (1/8/2007 4:18:04 PM): "You're obviously not familiar with the treaties of today. It's not just a piece of paper that's signed, but a very intricate spell that's cast. All involved in a treaty become incapable of going against it." She lowered her gaze to the ground, lifting her free hand to rest on the staff, for the first time actually leaning on it. And suddenly, she didn't look like some powerful Magi as she had a moment before. She looked like a woman. Frail, tired, and wanting nothing but to just live her own life. "And maybe you're right. Maybe I would be in trouble." Speaking of that treaty, how it bound the signee to it, perhaps that explained why she seemed incapable of going against the word of the King. Maybe a Container not only served under their King, but was bound to him.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 4:54:22 PM): What the Hell kind of magic did those treaties invoke? That was just too far down the rabbit hole for Dominic to care about. If Rhia was right, then maybe keeping his damn mouth shut was a good idea, at least until he could find a place that provided some work. Juno and him would travel to the next city and an all manner of debauchery and looting would take place. The prospect made him laugh. "I've been in enough places to know that if someone wants to kill someone, they'll find a way of doing it. If you think your treaty can stop a war, then I'm sorry, but you are extremely disillusioned." He shrugged and glanced at the floor. "I am going to leave you now." He turned heel and took a step, before an epiphany became him. Magic was by far not his strong point, as in he couldn't do it at all, never been taught. If we was to by any chance get landed in the middle of a war, he would need to know how to protect himself, right? "Wait. I need to ask you something." He paused for a second, his back still facing her. "Where can I learn how to use magic? I mean, a man like me. I can't get into the city library without a pass, and people like me don't often get passes." Turning hell again, he looked at her with a childish eagerness in his eyes. She wouldn't tell him, but the idea was amusing.
The Author (1/8/2007 5:01:23 PM): Now there was an idea.. She slowly lifted her head and glanced over at him. She could keep her eye on him if she did that... Faintest of smiles found her lips. "It's a dangerous thing to teach yourself magick. All sorts of things can go wrong. Such as frying your brain out with the Mana stream." She shifted around to face him, standing up straight again. She rested the staff against her shoulder, holding it loosely with one hand while the other hand disappeared within her cloak. This would give her something to do when she wasn't protecting the city...if she could convince him, that is. Considering how he was feeling about her at the moment, that might be difficult.
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 5:08:43 PM): O...kay. This wasn't quite was he expected from her, but he would let it play out. Maybe she was even making a joke, trying to be a funny super-powerful magi induced nightmare? During his schooling, he'd fallen in with a bad crowd and well, he was asked to leave. He'd never got the experience of magic use, so he developed other 'skills'. Like theivery, sleight of hand and climbing. CLimbing anything, without assitance or limit. Shadows and misdirection are a theifs best friend. "I probably shouldn't have asked. Well, then, goodbye. Don't befriend any more criminals, they might not be as kind as me." He laughed and started to head into town
The Author (1/8/2007 5:14:23 PM): "Wait." She sighed, lifting a hand to wipe some of the rain from her face. "Are you hungry? I could make you something to eat. I've got quite a few books on magick back home, if you'd like to look through them." If that caught his interest, she'd continue. "I can't let you take them out of my house, however. They're quite valuable to me." She smiled faintly to him. "When's the last time you've had a real, home-cooked meal?"
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 5:24:00 PM): He turned his head as she asked to wait with a look of complete confusion on his face. Was she really asking to go to her house, after they'd known each other for about an hour in total? Then again, he couldn't possibly do anything to threaten her, and as unfortunate as it seemed, she didn't appear to have many friends. Who would when you're worried about your identity? He guessed he could understand why she would ask him, and in all honesty, he was one of the few people who didn't at least have a basic understanding of magic. She was taking pity on him, wasnt she? And then again, his food conundrum had just been offered an answer. He turned full circle and looked at her with a strange expression on his face. Maybe it was disbelief. "Yeah.. ok.. that sounds.. tasty."
The Author (1/8/2007 5:31:18 PM): She chuckled softly, but in good humor. "Good, good. Come along, then." She would wait for him to join her, before beginning to lead the way through the city to her house. It wasn't much to speak of, once they reached it. Hardly the mansions or impressive flats the higher-up Imperial Guards and Magi lived in. There was a bit of a flower garden out front in the small plot of land she had, and once through the door, there was even less to speak of. Though, what was there was rather beautiful. There were the basic pieces of furniture, including a desk with some papers strewn about on it, in the front room. There were also three large bookcases filled with books along the far wall around the fireplace, with a couple of very comfortable-looking chairs set up there. On the other side of that front room, there was a small kitchen, with a small table and two chairs set up in the corner. There were two other rooms off of that front room, though the doors were closed, and of course a bathroom. She welcomed him inside, taking her soaked cloak off and hanging it up on a wrack to drip dry on the tile floor there at the door. "Please, make yourself at home."
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 5:39:33 PM): 'There is no way protecting a King pays this little' he thought as he eyed the rooms of her house. Then again, it was a roof over his head, which is one more than he had to his name. Instinctively, he searched for anything of value, but, with a rather large amount of self control, he stopped. He'd tried this once before, and, well, the end reuslt was a dirty cell. Instead he checked out the titles of some of the books on the bookcase. He couldn't see a 'Magic for Dummies', but maybe it was hidden at the back. He chose not to sit down, but rather stood by the window in the main room, watching the rain and lightning. "Rhia.." oh, they were on first name basis now? He hadn't told her his name. "..why can't I hear the thunder? Are these windows soundproof?" The storm was directly baove them but no booming. Just flashes of lightning. It did seem rather big for this time of year, the storm cloud. And the lightning was all forked, also unusual.
The Author (1/8/2007 5:46:19 PM): She followed his gaze out that window. "They're not soundproof... Maybe the Magi in charge of shields around the city strengthened them.. It is an unusual storm, isn't it?" She shrugged to herself, apparently unconcerned by it. She headed towards the kitchen. "So, what's your name? Doesn't feel right to keep calling you 'Thief'." She glanced back at him with a faint smile, to show she was just teasing with that last bit. "And how do you like your eggs?"
Xan Torez (1/8/2007 5:56:48 PM): After filing a report on all of the days events, Alex decided to get rest before taking Rhia up on her offer. He felt it would be easier to talk to her in the morning than to invade her house at night. Besides that, he needed a little rest. There were a few things that had been playing upon his mind these past few hours. The first thing to trigger any ideas in his mind was the change in the temperature. The skies remained clear, starry, and yet there was a strong wind coming in and the cold was sure to follow. No clouds were visible, but Alex felt that they would see at least a little rain tonight. Maybe the Mage's Council felt it was time to let the crops water a little. Unscheduled and a little unexpected, but necessary. The second thing to play on his mind was the findings he had made regarding Rhia herself. His curiousity over here was getting stronger by the minute. She was someone special, keeping secrets and hiding away, and he wanted in on it, whatever it was, becuase where there were secrets, there was adventure. The third and most important thing however were images, and a headache that had not stopped pounding for the last half an hour. At first he thought it may have just been a residual energy of Rhia's healing spell, but when he started to see the images that had already ruined his life once over, he knew this was something more. The best route of action, he was sure, would be to get some rest in a nicely lit room. And so he did, by candlelight, he sat and meditated in the comfort of his own arm chair. At first the headache was dissappearing, when without warning or logical reason, it felt as though his brain was about to explode from his skull. He jerked forwards, holding his hands to his temples, before the pain stopped as quickly as it came, and he looked around. The room, although recognisable, felt different. He felt as though there were people watching him from all around. Then his suspicions were amplified when a voice spoke from behind him. It wasn't incredibly deep, but it was the voice of someone who sounded much more devilish than anythign else. "Tearé Solas.." Alex didn't recognise the first part, but Solas was the word for soul in the runic language of the Magi Spells. Alex responded in two ways, "Manae Solas.. who are you?" His first words jumped his eyes into viewing of the mana stream, and yet, there was nobody in the room. Still, the voice spoke back, "The question here, is in fact, who are 'you'?" Alex frowned, "What are you doing in my house?" "Answer the question.." For a second he stared at where he felt the voice was coming from, before reciting his name, "Alex.. Alex Torez" From everywhere around came the sounds of other voices repeating his name, some female, some male, and he circled around his room. Nobody. The first voice spoke again, a smile in his tone, "Alexios... such power for a limited Mage.." "I'm an Imperial Guard.. not a-.." "Ahh yes, a guard. I presume the council would not let you into their arms?" he snarled a little, speaking with a little bitterness, "Such fools do not know their mistakes! They deny power on their side.. and then wonder why they are collapsing.." Alex frowned a little more then repeated his question, "Who are you?" "My name, does not matter. What matters is I am offering you a choice, Alexios. The Mage Council are fools, blinded by their desire to keep the power of their strongest under control. They fear those who they cannot." "Why do you call me Alexios? I am Alex.." "In time, you will understand." He'd taken about enough and he growled, clenching his fists. Immediately they began to shine as he powered up a fire attack. The voice sounded un-threatened as it chuckled, "Heheh, such power, such rage. You are as you were left, Alexios. Your parents would be proud." Immediately the power left his hands and his mouth opened. He had only scarce memories of his parents. They were magic yielders, but he never knew what kind. They were always away, and then they left him. "How do you know them.." "Because they too were once offered a choice, and they took the right one. Just as you will do when it is offered to you." "What is it?" "You will see" There was a moment of silence before Alex fired one last attempt at a question, "WHAT are you?" This could be a Mage Council test to make sure he was still under there wraps. It could be a prank. He didn't expect anything like the truth though, "You already know the answer to that.." The words hit him and his eyes opened wide, "Dark Mages?!" The voice chuckled again, "So close. We were once Dark Mages." "Then you're.." he didn't even finish the sentence, but the voice knew what he was about to say, ".. Necromancer is such an old fashioned term, Alexios. Just because we share there arts, does not mean we share their name.." ".. but.. you are, aren't you..?" The sole reason for the founding of the Magi Council so long ago - to route out the Necromancers; the worshippers of the undead. "Think carefully about it when it is offered Alexios. I'm sure you'll have no difficulty in making the right choice.." And then, it was gone, the feeling of others around, the paranoia, the voice. The room was silent as the candle burnt out. One solitary flash coursed across the sky and Alex turned. Lightning; something the Mages would never allow in the skies above the city. Without another thought, he grabbed a petrol torch, lit it, swung on his hooded cape, then left the house. He was sure it was only mid morning, around 2 or 3am, but a quick look at the City clock up towards the Mage hill told him that he'd been in his strange trance all night; it was closer to 6 am. The darkness still filled the City, but the dawn seemed to be surpressed by the unwelcome storm. Freak weather was the least of his concern however, as he walked at an alarmingly swift pace towards the address she had given. He just prayed she was awake..
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 6:30:36 PM): At this moment in time, Dominic's life wasn't nearly as interesting as some other people's, but you know, he'd settle for it. He was warm and was being fed. "I'll take them scrambled, if your up to the job." He smiled his childish smile, staring out the window at the clouds that slowly encroached upon the city. He loved weather like this, dark, windy and wet. He peeled himself off the window slowly and turned his attention to Rhia's bookcase. Walking acorss the room, he pondered if he was able to grasp the basics of magic. Technically, everyone was able to learn to manipulate the mana stream as it surrounded everyone, but you were born with a natural attunement to it, and some people were so out of tune that they could not manifest the mana stream into anything visible; Dom was a little afraid that he would simply be unable to succeed and he'd just look like a total plonker. Eh, well, no use unless he tried. Eyeing the books, he ran his fingers along the spines. They were leathery, which meant they were old, and yet they had no dust on them at all. "Do you read these a lot?" He shouted into the other room, ignoring the question about his name for now.
The Author (1/8/2007 6:37:28 PM): She got a pan down out of a cabinet and turned the stove on - manually, actually using a match. It seemed like she avoided using actual magick at every turn. She then got out some eggs, and bacon, getting the bacon into the pan right away. She glanced back towards Dom when he spoke, shaking her head some. "Not too much. I gave up learning magick a long time ago." Which..would be an odd statement coming from someone who seemed to be an incredibly powerful mage. So maybe a Container really was entirely different from a Magi. She retrieved a loaf of bread from her bread box, getting out a knife to cut off a few slices. She always bought her bread freshly baked, avoiding the pre-cut stuff since it was usually enchanted to stay fresh. Just as she set a couple of slices in the toaster, she lifted her head and turned to look at the door. "Huh..." She set the knife down and brushed her hands off on her tunic. Hn...she really should have changed...that wasn't the smartest thing. These clothes really looked like some Imperial costume the Magi wore... Ugh, well, if he recognized the outfit, then so be it. She reached for the door, opening it just as Alex started to come down the path to her house from the street.
Xan Torez (1/8/2007 6:43:00 PM): Turning onto her street, another pain seered in his head and he turned his head, closing his eyes. A scream of energy blasted into his ears, before the entire thing subsided again. He knew what was happening. The voice was here, watching him from now on. Alex didn't care though. He was here in hope of finding some answers. Who cared if the Necro knew. Alex was loyal to the Magi! His parents had been Magi, and so should Alex. The voice responded, "Your parents were Dark Mages, Alex. Ex-Archmages of the Supreme councils. They unfoiled a plot deep within the Magi council however, and they chose the right path." "I believe none of it!" Alex spoke out loud, but quietly. As he approached her door, he smiled and blew out the torch, bowing a little, "I would apologise for the intrusion, Miss, but judging by the fact that you already knew I was here, you probably already know I was about to apologise too." His face was dark under his hood, but just barely recognisable by the low aura of orange light from his peculiarly coloured eyes. His old Arcane Master, who said he once knew Alex's parents, claimed they were 'his father's eyes'. Alex just wished he'd known his parents more. Then again, if what the voice said was the truth..
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 6:54:12 PM): Dominic did not turn as the door opened, he was still absorbed in reading all the titles of the books on one shelf alone. Everything from "The Elements and their properties" to "Fun Family Tricks" was here. As coincidence would have it, his back was to Rhia's door, so her visitor wouldn't have recognised him with just a cloak to go on. Dom listened with half an ear to the words the new guest spoke and he couldn't help a small grin. Who was this guy? He was more polite than most butlers. Dom continued to stroke the books until he found one that felt different from the rest. It was not old and leathery, but scaly and waxed. His head dipped down to read the title, but found himself disappointed. No words were printed, so in earnest, he shuffled it out of it's resting place and stared at the front cover. Still nothing. Just the same black waxy material. Ok, this was irritating. He flicked open the first page and was slightly set aback at the image that was drawn rather crudely in charcoal. It remembled that of a screaming head, but its hair was wavy and upright which immediately reminded him of fire. The eyes were mishapen, more like a snakes than a humans. All around were quick swirls and circles, jagged by the charcoal breaking. Now that it had his attention, Dom turned round and thought he'd glance at the visitor outside the house. 'Oh this was just weak'. "Hello." he muttered.
The Author (1/8/2007 7:03:48 PM): Rhia chuckled lightly at Alex's words, shaking her head. "I sense disturbances in the Mana streams, I don't read minds. But the apology is unnecessary. I've been up for some time now." She stepped aside. "Come in. You haven't eaten, have you? I was making breakfast." She glanced back at Dom. "I seem to have made a friend this morning, as well." She'd close the door behind Alex, and took a moment while neither of them were looking at her - rather at each other - to gaze into the Mana streams. Oh, no, she could not tolerate any sort of spells in her house that weren't cast with her permission. She reached out with her mind, and severed that spell, putting up a barrier so that it could not be recast so long as he was near her. That settled, she went to the kitchen to resume cooking that breakfast. She cracked a couple of eggs into the pan, picking up a spatcula to go about scrambling them.
Xan Torez (1/8/2007 7:07:17 PM): The voice seemed to chuckle as soon as Alex was invited in, before saying one thing, "She's working for them, Alexios. Do not trust a word she says. You have a choice.." and with that, the voice and the feeling of being watched was gone. For a few seconds he stared blankly, dwelling on the words he had just heard, before he realised what he was staring at; the thief from earlier. His eyes narrowed a little in confusion, then he shook his head slightly and hung his cape up. His clothes underneath were far more normal; brown linen trousers with simple sandals and a loose fitting cream linen top. If you were to see him and not know who he was, he would actually resemble a street beggar. With a sigh, he rested the unlit torch on the floor, and began to speak, "I need to ask you a question.." he hesitated, remembering the voice's words, before he decided to continue. Even if he didn't trust her, which right now he trusted her way more than any voice in his head, it would still be better to get her opinion on the matter, "What do you know of any modern guilds practicing the forbidden arts of Necromancy? I don't mean petty Dark Mages either, I mean, real, modern Necromancers.." He didn't have a better name for them than that, but in truth, that's what they were. Necromancers. Mages who not only specifically used Dark Mana Streams to summon creatures from the Nether, but they used their powers primarily command the dead, bringing them into a state of undeath. "And.. breakfast would be nice, actually, thank you.."
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 7:18:37 PM): Dominic decided it a much better idea if he stayed silent while this guard was here, at least until he knew he wasn't to get his ass kicked. 'Soo', the ti'e will change, my fwen' ' said the little old Chinese sounding man in his head. He smirked and sank into a chair, flicking the book open to the second page which unfortunately wasn't as interesting as the first. He tried to imagine who would have drawn such an odd design, and when the guard mentioned "Dark mages" something seemed to click. Flicking back he stared at the picture hard, but nothing jumped out at him. "Just so you know.." he spoke looking down at the book. "She's making them scrambled." He looked at the guard with a cheeky grin, delving back to start reading. Still no title. Another page and, let's say that this books contents were pretty obvious. "Introduction: Lucious A. MerryWeather. Master Illusionist."
The Author (1/8/2007 7:26:48 PM): She slowly stopped what she was doing, brow furrowed. That spell... She stood there quite still for a few seconds, before seeming to restart. She went back to scrambling those eggs, turning the bacon over, the toast popping. "Why do you ask, friend?" Her words were said carefully, and obviously so. She knew something. Oh, she definitely knew something. She spooned out those eggs and some of the bacon onto a plate, putting the toast on it as well. She pulled a fork from one of the drawers, then took the plate over to Dom. She set the plate and fork down on a table beside one of those comfy chairs. She smiled lightly to him, taking note of which book he was reading. "Enjoying yourself..?"
Xan Torez (1/8/2007 7:30:33 PM): "Because over the past few hours, I have been contacted by a voice without a name who claims that not only is he a Necromancer, but that he knew my parents, who were Dark Mages that worked for the Necromancers. Apprently they were once Archmagi of the Supreme Council, but they uncovered something in the Mage Guilds, and they left. I didn't know them properly, but as I was brought up by the Mage guilds, I was told that my parents were Magi, nothing else." He looked at the thief a little, then at the food, before remembering one more thing, "Oh, and, he said you're working for 'them' annnd I shouldn't trust you. I have some choice apparently. I don't understand, that's why I came here. I need to know as much as I can, and something tells me you know a lot, perhaps more than you should.."
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 7:35:04 PM): Like a child in a sweet shop he read the pages as fast as he could, grinning with delight at some of the spells in here. Learning how to utilise these just became priority number two, directly after eating this damn fine smelling plate of food. "Half the spells in this book are teaching me how to be a better theif. It's a bad influence." he gave Rhia a sly smile and placed the book open on his lap, taking the food without question. He began to eat and dear God this tasted good. He would not waste time talking right now, just listen. And chew! Chew!
The Author (1/8/2007 7:40:49 PM): She smirked at Dom and headed back to the kitchen. She slowed to a stop in front of Alex, glancing over at him with a knowing look. "Oh no, oh no no no. Not more than I should. You're the one that's getting to know more than you should." She frowned some, shaking her head as she went back to the stove. "How do you like your eggs?" She sliced two more pieces of bread and stuck them in the toaster, turning to look back at him. She most definitely wanted to delay this as much as possible... Dark Mages..Necromancers..she was already getting a headache.. She lifted a hand to her forehead, turning away from him again, looking down at that pan.
Xan Torez (1/8/2007 7:58:58 PM): For the first time in his life, a new power swept him and he frowned. He could sense something different about her. Apprehension. She was delaying. Why now could he feel this about her? Was she telling him? Or was he using something new, a part of him he had never used before? "Just like his is fine, actually. He seems to be loving them." Quickly though, he gave her a small knowing smile and raised his chin u a little. This cockiness and confidence wasn't his normal act, "So? Any ideas?"
Donnie Darko (1/8/2007 8:04:43 PM): "Hey!" Dom protested from his seat. "I saw that!" 'Guard-boy thinks he's better than me. Psh' He watched the pair for a few more seconds, utterly and completely disappointed as the last bite of egg slid down his throat. Standing slowly he let the feeling of a full stomach wash over him. Now he was ready to learn some kick ass magic. Another extremely bright flash forced its way through the windows, and he stood, waiting for the boom. Still nothing. He edged past the guard into the kitchen, laying his plate by the sink. "Thanks for that Rhia, those were the best eggs I've had in a long time." Onhis way back to the chair he turned to the guard. "Maybe your dark mage friends have something to do with this weather? Who else creates a thunderstorm with no thunder?" He feigned bitter sarcasm and picked up his book of msytical powers, reading a chapter on how to make cards switch their value and suit. So many simple things, and yet, they held so much potential!
The Author (1/8/2007 8:08:51 PM): She cracked a couple more eggs into the pan, breaking the yolks and mixing them around with the spatula. "Ideas? Goodness no. Facts... Plenty of facts." She sighed softly, glancing back at him for a moment. "Why don't you sit down?" While the eggs cooked, she got a couple of glasses down from a cupboard, pouring some milk into them both. She handed one of them to Dom as he passed through the kitchen, then offered the other to Alex. "This storm is certainly a mage storm. I haven't quite figured out the source yet, though... That lightning is dangerous, that's for sure." She dished up those eggs and the rest of the bacon, retrieving the toast and a fork and handing the plate to Alex as well. She then moved to sit on a stool beside a lone table. The table was made of wood, and was hand carved, handmade like everything else in that house. There was a lip around the tabletop, and the top was covered by fine black sand, most likely volcanic sand, made by finely crushing volcanic rock. She ran her fingers through it idly. "I do know of who you speak, my Imperial friend." She glanced up to him. "That is, I am assuming you're loyal to the King."
Xan Torez (1/8/2007 8:14:04 PM): He nodded and sat, watching her a little, before smiling and taking his milk glass from her, "Thanks." As she sat, he drank, and listened to what she had to say, "I am loyal to everybody in our empire, be it the Monarchy, the Mage's Council, or just the citizens that live along side me. However, I must know all. This hits personal ground for me, Miss. I need to know who to believe here and.. what I am.."
The Author (1/8/2007 8:19:30 PM): She lifted her gaze to look at him directly. She leaned forward some, resting her elbows on her knees. "Tell me. If you were a monster, would you act as one?" She slowly stood, picking up a handful of that sand. "Things of nature... A volcano, a storm, a lion. All of these things have no choice in what they are. If they destroy, they destroy, and cannot choose to do anything else. But is a person so subject to their nature?" She turned her gaze to meet directly with Alex's. "If you were born a Necromancer, does that make you evil?"
Xan Torez (1/8/2007 8:22:28 PM): For a second he thought, then shook his head, focusing his eyes on hers, "What I do and how I act isn't part of the problem right now. I am an Imperial guard, denied access to the Mage's Council because of some petty visions that may cloud my judgement. Recently, for the first time in around 15 years, these dreams are taking shapes now. Voices, images. How I act, I will decide in time, but I wish to know more about what I am, not how I am." He sighed a little and looked out of the window, "I have a choice, as do we all, but I'd like to know what I am to be given that choice.."
The Author (1/8/2007 8:25:38 PM): She shook her head. "Then you will have to find out for yourself. I am not capable of disclosing this information until I know that you will not betray the kingdom with this information." She turned away and moved back to that table, letting the sand drift through her fingers and back onto the table, eventually dusting the last of it off of her hand before moving to the window. That storm...where was it coming from...and what were those damned Magi doing about it?
Xan Torez (1/8/2007 8:28:09 PM): A level of disbelief flooded over him and he closed his eyes, "Please." It was a word he didn't actually expect to come out, but it was right, "I need to know this. If I ever stand a chance of being a Mage, here it is. If I know what I am, I can be rid of it, and then I will be accepted as a Mage! I want to follow in the footsteps of my parents, the Archmagi, if they were. And if they were not, then I want to be it anyway, but.. right now.." he looked at the table, running his finger through the sand, "I have less chance than I have ever done. I want to know what I am.."
The Author (1/8/2007 8:33:51 PM): She watched him, and a small smile found her lips. "Good. That wasn't so hard, was it?" She moved back to that stool, lifting one leg to rest over the other. "Your parents were indeed Archmagi, and good ones. It truly was a shame the mess they got mixed up with." She sighed softly, looking over to the fireplace. It was fairly chilly this morning... She got to her feet again. This whole topic was making her restless. She headed over to the fireplace, going about manually lighting a fire. "You have the blood of a Necromage. That blood is powerful, but has a tendancy to gain a mind of its own. Or rather, it comes to do the will of those no longer living. Magick in the hands of the dead..." A fire finally lit and she stood straighter, taking a moment to look over those books."Not a good thing, you can imagine."
Xan Torez (1/8/2007 8:36:01 PM): His eyes seemed to glaze over a little as he stared at the table, before he smiled and nodded. The words repeated in his head, 'you can't trust her..'. His reply was, 'obviously I can..'. After a few more seconds he looked back up to her, "Why didn't the Mage council kill me then, when I was young? Instead of running the risk of me turning against them? And.. what of my parents? How much do you know of them..?"
The Author (1/8/2007 8:39:01 PM): She slowly turned to look over at him. "They wanted to kill you. Oh, how they wanted to. They fear anything they cannot control. I stopped them." She slowly nodded, then turned away again, looking through the titles on the shelf. "I'm surprised I didn't recognize you until this morning. Usually I never forget an aura. Perhaps you've grown much."
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