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Post by Asila on May 9, 2008 1:47:11 GMT -5
Malevolos smiled at Serena. "Yes, he is. Quick to jump to conclusions as well." He added this last off-handedly, thinking of the way Reaper had attacked him during the battle for the werewolf girl. Really, if the man had just stood back for a moment and observed, he would have at least seen that Malevolos had been Azrael's opponent in that battle. Assuming, of course, that he wouldn't have recognized his ally in the first place.
He may have said more to the girl, who seemed very detached from reality at the moment, but Frost chose that moment to speak. And the words disturbed him.
He turned back to his 'servant', his crimson eyes flashing. "Nihu is back?" He said stiffly, struggling to keep the snarl from his voice. Nihu, the founder of the Thirteen, and a being that possessed far more power than he did. This wouldn't have been a problem, but Nihu had turned on them, foolishly believing himself to be on the side of those who arrogantly think themselves 'good'. These were very ominous tidings.
"Where is Reaper?" He demanded of Frost. It was imperative that he speak to him. Nihu could very well be there greatest threat yet.
He just stared at Frost, having forgotten poor Serena for the moment. At this rate, he would never be able to hold onto his hostage by anything other than force. Sooner or later, she would realize that something was wrong.
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:17:00 GMT -5
Serena blinked a little. Something did feel wrong...
There was a lurching in her stomach as her anxiety was beginning to rise a little. She wrung her hands unconsciously. The quaint conversation was beginning to degenerate, she noticed, as the charm and mystery was being replaced with a subtle awkwardness.
No, it wasn't that. It wasn't that at all. That was only her excuse for such a thing. Perhaps it was woman's intuition, or just an animal-like sense, but whatever it was, it was telling her that something sinister was going on here. There was something frightening about his eyes, his manner, something she was just now being alerted to.
She doesn't really want to believe it though--there was such splendor here, such wonder! And who but the owner of these place could ever be equal in charm and wonder? She quietly had taken a step closer to him, as if to try and reassure herself of his sincerity, but his voice had already become harsh and frightening. He had forgotten her, but this in itself was not the problem. The problem was what she had glimpsed in those crimson eyes that had begun to charm her--they too held something dark and unkind. If anything, perhaps now all she wanted to do was be forgotten--if only to keep herself out of harm's way...
After all, the initial charm of the magical day and the wonderous people she met had begun to rub off. Her imagination had run wild with dreams of how the Thornfield Mansion must have looked once, the parties and peoples this place must have held! But now, the thoughts were disappating, leaving her with the truth: there was nothing here but dust and ruins.
But did that have to be the end? Serena, poor little girl, she was indeed a fool! She saw darkness of this fiend, she saw that he might just be using her. No one was as kind as they pretended to be, after all, everyone wanted something. But even after all these years of trying to avoid trouble, she couldn't help but have foolish thoughts. Did dark necessarily have to mean bad? ('After all', she thought to herself, 'darkness equaling evil was just a side effect of the white superiority complex phenomena...') In the end, she was a hopeless romantic, so much that her logic was put second to her aspirations and dreams. People became dark for a reason after all--so what was Malevolos's reason? She silently sympathized with the dragon, taking a quiet step back into the his background. She figured, either way, she had to stay here. If Malevolos had been sincere, it would be dangerous to leave. If he hadn't...well...that meant he had a reason (or a plant) for wanting her around, and there would be nothing she could do to resist. But this new information gave her some time to plot and think on her own. Somehow, the lurching in her abdomen wanted her to stay, to discover for herself what may have happened here, all those years ago.
Couldn't dirt and dust be wiped away after all?
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:17:24 GMT -5
Sparky
(Actually, hmmm.... perception is what you're talking about. There's nothing as solid as good and evil, only perception of what is right and wrong. If one thinks one is wrong and they think they are right, then both right and wrong they are; in such a way, an "evil" is only an evil if everybody considers it so; if not, then the person who sees it as right is right and not wrong.)
Reaper at that moment burst through the door (you gave me the idea... kind of...... I was already thinking about it.)
Asila
Malevolos immediately repaired the ice door that Reaper had just crashed through. After the arrival of the wolf-creature and the tidings of Nihu's awakening, he had absolutely no desire to leave a damaged doorway between him and whatever could be lurking outside. This time, he enforced the windows in the same way, so that the blackness of the night beyond the panes was now replaced by reflective, crystalline ice.
As soon as the ice door stood as perfect and majestic as it had before, he turned to his 'colleague'. "What have you heard of Nihu, Reaper?" He asked, his voice subdued in volume, though it was resonating with intensity. This news was...upsetting to him, for lack of a better word. He was anxious, angry, threatened and, as a result, impatient to find out just how this had come about. He had thought that they would never meet up with Nihu again.
However, it was just then that he remembered Serena. He turned back to his 'guest', shifting back into the persona of the charming host even though the charade had already suffered damage. However this, like the nature of the girl's thoughts, he did not know. "You must forgive me, dear Serena, but it seems that my colleague and I have much to discuss. Why don't I show you to a room? This night is going to be a late one for me, and you must be exhausted after such a trying day." He smiled kindly at her, his eyes glittering in a friendly fashion as he gazed upon her. He didn't have to fake this. She had caused him no difficulty. Her arrival had even been a tremendous stroke of luck. As things stood now, he meant her no ill-will. Now, if she would just accept his offer so that he could speak to Reaper of this matter...
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:18:36 GMT -5
Serena wondered who this "Nihu" person was--he seemed to be very important, otherwise the two wouldn't be making such a fuss. She noted that Frost hadn't been very timely in informing Malevolos of this Reaper-person's arrival. After all, just as he predicted, the man burst through the door. She frowned a little. The action seemed pompous and arrogant, more like he meant to show off than actually seek entrance. What's more, he was depleting his friend's energy. Fool, she couldn't help but think. Though she didn't want to be hasty with her impressions, her intuition told her she probably wouldn't like the fellow. His type annoyed her; it wouldn't matter how good looking or powerful he might be.
When Malevolos spoke to her, she looked back up to him. She was quite tempted to just reassure him that he no longer had to go on with his sweet facade/good host charade. What was the defining factor that let her know? Why, he had forgotten to introduce her to his new arrival, but of course! And no REAL host does that...Nor simply forgets their guest.
Malevolos would see her randomly snicker to herself. Strange girl indeed. Serena's mother always rolled her eyes, telling Serena it was as though she was always in 'another world.'
Serena stifled the laugh (after all, the previous statement about how she concluded the fallacy of Malevolos's character was just a joke), and responded, "It is alright, Malevolos, I understand. Thank you for offering me a place to stay, for tonight." She left it at that. Though she knew the possible danger, trying to argue with a powerful dragon hardly seemed wise. The heroines in stories were always so foolish--they purposely try to rile up the story's villian, and then complain about any torture, imprisonment, etc.
If one just played innocent, good, and quiet, you could always avoid trouble. This law held true in almost all respects--after all, no one ever suspected the sweet girls, quiet girls. Everyone always thought they were incapable of harming a fly, thus when something did happen, they were never blamed. But perhaps this way, she would be quietly forgotten, and could learn for herself what was really going on....
So whether her intuition was right or not no longer mattered, either way should would behave in the same manner.
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:19:01 GMT -5
Asila
Malevolos widened his eyes slightly, a bit surprised by the girl's odd behavior. He could tell by the way she narrowed her eyes when she gazed at the man that she did not like Reaper. This seemed odd to him, since she had seemed rather charmed by his presence. Of course, it would have seemed to her that he had saved her from the monsters that lurked outside, a perception that would explain her friendly demeanor when speaking to him. Any girl would be grateful to the man that had saved her from such a fate. Or perhaps Reaper had merely startled her with his dramatic entrance, agitating her. Yet that explanation also made no sense. She had been shocked by the sudden arrival of the wolf-creature. Shouldn't her reaction to Reaper have been similar, when he had arrived in exactly the same way?
And what of the amusement in her gaze, as though she were trying not to laugh? It all seemed very odd to him. He did not realize that he had messed up the charade, even though he clearly had. He was so distracted by these tidings of further ill fortune that he had, for one crucial moment, slipped out of his role of gracious host. Still, he did not notice his mistake, even when given the enigmatic clue that was her amusement. He was usually quite perceptive concerning such things, but when distracted...well, anyone could make a mistake.
However, when he spoke, he did not reference her unusual behavior. "Thank you for understanding, Serena. I'm sure that you'll enjoy your stay. The rooms here are quite charming, assuming that you are fond of antiques and graceful, four-poster beds." He smiled and gave her a knowing wink, having already assumed this to be just the case.
He looked over at Frost. "Would you lead our guest to one one of the more enchanting spare rooms, Frost? One of the larger chambers on the second floor would serve well. And be sure to clear most of the dust before you leave the poor girl there."
Speaking to Serena now, having dismissed the ice spirit. "Until tomorrow, Serena." This he said warmly, as though he were already counting down the hours until morning arrived. This time he was clever enough to keep his gaze on her, the way he would if he were truly grateful for her company and was reluctant to let her pass from his presence, even though it must be so.
Reaper would just have to be patient, and hopefully be clever enough not to say something that would disrupt the charade.
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:19:22 GMT -5
Sparky
Frost bowed. "As you wish." Taking Serena by the hand, he forcefully "led" her a while down the hall into an almost royal room. "If you need anything else, please do not hesitate to ask. I must return to Reaper right no-" Frost seemed to shut down for a minute, and then his face seemed to twist in agony, as if he were somebody suffering. Lungine forth, he grabbed Serena and shook her, saying in what was definately a very soul-filled, panicky voice with very wide eyes and a terror-stricken face, "You have to get out of here! Now!" Then, suddenly, he seemed to freeze again, his face twisted back to its original form, and he returned to his original form. Letting Serena go, he turned and went to the door. "Please forgive my intrusion. I live to serve Reaper Blast." Then, shutting the door behind him, he headed back to Mavelous and Reaper, it appearing as if nothing had happened.
Reaper waited until he returned and took up his position again before saying, "Is it safe to talk now?"
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:19:44 GMT -5
Serena grinned widely, abruptly losing the monotone expression, as her eyes became childlike, almost playful. A strange thing indeed, as she really had no incentive to be changing her attitudes so extremely, so abruptly...except perhaps the mention of an antique four poster bed. Malevolos would probably just assume that to be the case, though in reality it wasn't (well, ok...it was a little....), it was just one of her strange impulses. Maybe she was beginning to find the whole thing funny, including how he winked at her and so sweetly bid her adieu, or maybe it was the fact that she knew something he didn't; perhaps it was just the whole idea of suddenly being thrust into what felt like the center of an adventure (she'd always wanted to go on one), or perhaps smiling was just some strange twitch for her. The truth is, it's probably some strange mix of all of the above and more, though it would take years of knowing her and great perception to really understand how her mind works.
Whatever the case, despite knowing that danger had presented itself, she could not help but feel light in spirit. And as they say, the charade must go on! She bowed her head a little, replying kindly, "Thank you Malevolos, you've been so kind to me. Yikes!" she suddenly felt Frost pull on her harshly, making her twitch a little. "Umm...well, see you later?" she waved a little, taken by surprise at being so abruptly dragged away.
She would have much preferedif she could have just walked herself, the death grip really wasn't necessary...It only made her feel as though she were a prisoner being dragged to the dungeons. But the room was gorgeous--even covered in dust! Though the dust did make her sneeze thrice in succession. She was just about to pull off the cover for the bed, when Frost once again took her by surprise, shaking her with a frantic look. What the hell was going on now? The only thing she could understand was that it seemed he was some sort of prisoner in his own body, that Malevolos HAD lied about making Frost himself, which meant her previous feeling WAS correct. She watched in mild horror as he suddenly went back to his blank state of mind and took off. She heard his warning, but HOW could she get out? She was only a reuglar young girl--she hadn't even had the chance to learn magic!
She sighed, taking a seat on the bed. Slave, she felt she could handle, but to be imprisoned in your own body like Frost seemed to be? That was just TOO cruel! Seh balled her fists, feeling slight contempt now. She was a strong girl, and had always been good at surviving on her own. She didn't let contempt get in the way of her thinking, letting it slowly disappate as she unfurled her fist. She drifted back into a serene smile, though she was highly disappointed about Malevolos--it seemed kind, gentelmen really WERE nothing but a fantasy.....
the only thing she knew is that she had to play her cards carefully. her being treated well probably meant Malevolos needed something from her. She simply HAD to find out, but how? He'd most likely discuss it with the arrogant-Reaper-fool (who she STILL didn't like at all), but she knew that if she tried to physically go down to eavesdrop, they'd sense her. But this was an old house....which would be to her advantage. She started to check the room. Large old buidlings, from before the time of indoor heating and air, always had some kind of ventalation coming from the main room to carry the warm air. A simple design so the inhabitants wouldn't freeze to death and wouldn't be forced to sleep in the kitchen or near the fire of the main room.
She continues to quietly search, looking for something that might allow her to listen in, even from inside her quarters....
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:21:00 GMT -5
Asila
(Serena would probably be able to find the means of listening in. The exact term is eluding me, right now. Would it be a vent that would carry noise into the room? I can't think at the moment. However, the sound would be muffled and the words wouldn't be that easy to make out...)
Malevolos frowned slightly when Frost practically dragged Serena away. He hadn't expected the ice spirit to be so forceful. However, there was nothing to be done about it now. He would just have to hope that the girl hadn't been that startled.
He looked back at Reaper. "Yes." He said, with all the former darkness and intensity returning to his gaze. "As long as we don't speak too loudly, she shouldn't be able to hear us." He said nothing of why the girl was here. To him it seemed obvious, and so he did not elaborate. Reaper had probably figured it out by now. Besides, there was another topic that concerned him greatly.
"But what has happened with Nihu? What do you mean he's awakened? I thought he never would."
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:21:33 GMT -5
Sparky
Reaper motioned for Frost to leave the doorside and go stand by a wall. Whether it was b accident or not, Frost stood in front of a vent that carried itself to Serena's room- voices as well. It would go unnoticed.
Reaper spoke now. "So how's my servant Frost doing? And as for Nihu being back, it appears we didn't wipe out the bloodline after all; his last surviving relative has awakened him."
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:22:02 GMT -5
((Honestly, I'm not sure how that would work out at all Sparky--you're breaking the laws of physics and architecture. It's like saying, if I stood between you and Asila, Asila wouldn't be able to hear you since I am blocking 'the way.' The only way that could work out is if Frost was purposely clogging up the shaft with something to prevent the sound waves from bouncing in their. And even then, sound waves can travel by means of the floor or the walls. Furthermore, ventilation shafts aren't really anywhere on a wall that you could 'stand,' in front of. But I'm assuming that you really don't want Serena to hear anything, so I'll just work with that for now. However, if you'd like to reconsider my points, just tell me so she can 'hear.'))
Serena had been laying on the floor, straining her hearing to make out the words. She did hear Malevolos's voice say something about remaining quiet enough so that she wouldn't be able to hear them. Then, suddenly, the sound went out. 'How is that possible?' she wondered. There was no use in straining now, but she remained seated on the floor, bringing her knees up to her chin and hugging her legs. She didn't remain there just in case the sound abruptly came back, but also because the position was some how comforting in this time of darkness.
She remembered the incident with Frost, his final words had been to her, 'I live to serve Reaper Blast.' She couldn't help the chill that ran up her spin, the whole thing was disturbing. Especially how she thought that he was nothing but a doll moments earlier, how she even questioned Malevolos about his creation, only to see his eyes spark up with life and then have that life stolen from him again. though the room was lovely, it was dark and empty, and now not even sound penetrated the chamber. She felt very alone, so she hummed a little to fill the silent void.
Still, her smile was melancholic as she contemplated everything that happened today. No, actually, it wasn't everything that happened that day, just what had happened in the time that she met Malevolos. She held all other variables constant, trying to analyze the situation as though she had always known of magic so she would not be unwittingly biased. It was strange really, after the initial startle of being forced into his house by his 'alarm system' (she shuddered again, wondering if those gargoyles were also imprisoned beings like frost), she began with a positive impression of Malevolos that mirrored the simple function, f(x) = x +1 (beginning with 1 because he wasn't a bad sight to take in, and she had to admit she enjoyed the view...).
For those of you who are not very math literate, she just meant that initially, the more time she spent with him, the more she had begun to like him. But then something happened, she wasn't really sure what, just intuition she supposes...Or rather, the reality of the matter. She was in a stranger's house and completely at his disposal. No matter how charming he was, the thought was always unnderving for a young girl without any defense. there was no flaw in his act at that point, but she had started to become paranoid, probably as the result of her hidden fears and her logic.
And then...well, from that point, things had only gone down hill. Drastically down hill--at this point, she was even feeling a little crushed. It wasn't that he was not ONLY a kind man, not ONLY hoping to use her in some manner, but he was some sort of twisted slave-keeper who imprisoned people in their bodies? What sort of mess was she in now!!? She knew there was nothing she could really do...even if she tried to climb out the window, the guard statues would stop her again. And at that point, she would no longer have the subtle advantage of Malevolos thinking he still had her fooled...
She sighs for the loss of a friend that might have been, but never would be. So Malevolos was just an act, was he? Lies were always prettier than truths, one could only wonder why all the great poets of humanity only spoke of truths. She really did want to be friends with him, even without the act, when she saw him startled or frustrated, he was still sort of fascinating. Then again, that might only be because he was the second person she met with magical abilities. But even with that aside, she had been awfully quick to warm up to him. And good looking as he was, she didn't think herself the type of girl that would float with that alone, she wasn't very vain. Along with that, it wasn't his 'dark' persona that had gotten her either.....
'I think it's because..." she ponders inwardly, 'he seems intelligent!" she thought merrily, her spirits oddly lifting by amusing herself with such trivial thoughts. There was nothing that could cheer one up as much as thinking things entirely inappropriate for the situation. 'Yes, he certainly IS intelligent by how he spoke and knew how to act--he nearly had me wrapped around the length of his finger..' she continued to think. She couldn't help but have the devilish wonder of what he might look like without his shirt on...
She meant to chastise herself for such thoughts, but instead started to giggle, and then tried to hold in her giggles by covering her mouth. Serena was quite innocent when it came to men, she'd never even kissed one outside family, much less had a boyfriend, and denying malevolos's charm would only be foolish. Besides, her frivolous thoughts were more comforting than contemplating the inevitable problems she would shortly be having....
Her eyes light up. 'That's it!' she suddenly lept to her feet. It wouldn't be suspicious at all if Serena appeared entirely charmed by Malevolos. She recalled a current newstory of a 14 year old girl who had survived the grips of a menacing psychopathic rapist by pretending to love him and 'enjoy' it. Serena was anything but a slut (as one could easily perceive), but this was a matter of surivival, was it not? Rape was only sex after all, and sex was just a means of propogation. She would mourn the loss of things like her innocence, her first kiss, but women everywhere had survived worse. Sometimes it was frightening just how shrewdly logical she could be, tossing all things that most people consider sacred aside. The only thing that really bothered her was the idea of toying with something as important as love. Alas, her dual nature! she reminded herself that Malevolos was not at all slow to try and toy with her though.
She would just have to try. She could no longer afford to just do nothing when there was the possibility of losing her mind like Frost. If anything, Malevolos would probably hope for a girl that could be so easily fooled--a girl that would fail to realize the situation because 'she is in love.' Love hardly ever lasted anymore, anyways; fairy tales were romantic, but they was no prince on a white horse to save her. Yes, if she would play along, allowing Malevolos to think that she was entirely intoxicated by him to the point of drunken stupor. She could sort of figure out his plan: he meant to treat her kindly so that she would be easy to manipulate. Well, he had gotten more than he had bargained for.
The young girl meant to prove that he was not the ONLY person who could act...
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:22:44 GMT -5
Asila
((I have to agree with Seven, Sparky. Sound carries. Serena would, at the very least, be able to catch the murmur of voices and the odd phrase. Besides, if you're worried about your plotline, there is no way that Serena can realistically escape. She's stuck in the mansion for the time being. It won't hurt anything to let her catch some of what's discussed. She's not going to report back to Azrael and his Trinity. She really can't.))
Malevolos sighed. His association with Reaper seemed to bring him more difficulty than it did convenience. He had joined the group for the benefit of powerful allies, but when one gained powerful allies they gained powerful enemies as well. More enemies than he had ever gained on his own, it seemed. It was during moments like this one that he began to suspect that joining the Thirteen had bought him more trouble than it did strength.
However, he could not usurp the dominance of the human race on his own. There were far too many people in this world for one being to subdue. Even he could not weather the effects of some of their artillery. While he could use his magic to fend off bullets and even smaller missels, the larger bombs, or even a single bullet should it manage to slip through his defenses, would kill him. He was not a true immortal. He could die. Furthermore, should he even make an attempt at accomplishing such an insurmountable feat, the races that had condemned themselves to a life of anonymity would retaliate. He would be a threat to them, to the secrecy of their existance, and chances were they would rise to stop him well before the humans could manage it. On his own, he could accomplish nothing.
And so he sighed, feeling very tired with the futility of it all. If it weren't for the hatred of mankind that he had inherited from his father, he wouldn't try at all. But he was angry, furious that humans dare believe themselves the most powerful race. He was outraged and indignant with the way that some of the most powerful races in this world, like the dragons that were languishing in a state of impending extinction in the last Dragon Clan of the east, were allowing themselves to fall beyond notice and power. Magic was dying out in the world, and yet most were willing to just let it slide. He could not stand for this. His race had been powerful once, respected like gods by the humans that surpressed them now. It was twisted, what the passing centuries had brought them. He wanted to bring glory back to those who deserved it.
So he had joined Reaper, despite the problems that he had inherited when he had done so. There was nothing else for it.
He nodded to his ally. "Yes, Frost proved himself very useful. I would have thought that a mindless drone would prove a tiresome asset, but I understand now why you keep him near. He is very powerful and his obediance is to be commended." He said all of this in a tone that was rather flat, as though he were commenting only for formality's sake. Switching back and forth between well-mannered host and powerful villian was not as easy as it would seem. The transition was not always perfect, though being polite seldom did one any harm.
This said, he moved on to the topic that he really wished to discuss. Shaking his head in confusion, he began. "I did not know that the spell could be broken by a blood relative. That was kind of short-sighted, don't you think?"
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:23:15 GMT -5
Sparky
( *blinks* whoops. It was supposed to be so that Serena could hear every word being said. Maybe we could say the conv for her starts now and she catches up on it?)
Reaper shook his head. "You forget, Nihu is from another world, and the fact that he only spawned one child- who we killed- was security towards our goal. A minor oversight seems that Nihu's child made one of their own while we were unfocused on him."
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:23:33 GMT -5
((Ok, sure.))
Serena had already sprung to up, only for logic to weigh her back down. Her plan had way too many flaws, beginning with the fact that Malevolos would actually have to'like' her first. Well, like only in the terms that he'd be trying to fool her, so that she would like him, so that he could manipulate her, except she would only be pretending to like him, to put him at ease thinking that she liked him, she could--oh screw it! It was all cyclic thinking, it would only loop around.
Anyways, the problems would arise int he actual acting bit. She wasn't sure she could do it, after all, now that she rethought it, what if he could tell she wasn't being sincere? Surely if he found out, it would be much, much worse....
She was going to recontemplate the whole matter, when she suddenly heard sound eminating from the floor, and very clearly!. She laid back down, pressing her ear to the floor again. 'She heard Malevolos's rich voice say, 'That was kind of short-sighted, don't you think?' She stifled a little laughter, the whole thing sounding a little funny. Apparently evil people could make mistakes too? She listened on...
'Nihu? They killed his child? he's from another world? What?' she just was becoming confused, but she continued listening in all the same. Perhaps they'd give away some more useful information...
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:24:33 GMT -5
Asila
Malevolos shook his head. He was still having trouble accepting this. Nihu was so damned powerful...should he decide too, he could stop them. This was very difficult for him to accept. If his words were slightly harsh, it was because he felt threatened now. "Still, I would think that you would scour the earth for such descendents. However, such trails can be difficult to trace and no one is infallible. The question now is, what does Nihu's arrival mean to us?"
This was the question that most needed answering. Would Nihu be an immediate threat, or a nuetral presence? What would they have to do to ensure their success? If there was nothing they could do, and their failure had been set from the moment Nihu returned, they might as well disperse now. He had no desire to waste his time and energy on a lost cause. But if they still had some chance, if Nihu was not the threat he had once been, then he need know this. As long as he didn't understand this new lot that fate had granted them, he could not plan.
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Post by Seven on May 9, 2008 12:27:38 GMT -5
Sparky
Reaper put an evil grin on. "I can tell already; his power is, for the moment, greatly diminished. Not only that, but we sent him past his life expectancy; the goddess of death will likely have been searching for him, don't you think?" He turned to Frost. "As for my servant, I'll send him out to go find Raven and Yuki. It's not good to not know where they are."
Frost nodded. "As you say, Master." With a snap of his fingers, he left.
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