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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Leaf-Pelt
Location: Brutus' Sanctum
Leaf-Pelt walked forward and began to stand till she took on the form of a blood elf with neon green hair with leaves caught in the hair and glowing green eyes and two wolf like ears stuck out the top of her head. She wore a long green robe made of the same leaves in her hair and nine tails trailed behind her. "Is that really any way to greet your big sister?" She asked the two.
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Leaf-Pelt
Location: Brutus' Sanctum
"Yes." She said stopping before her brother's desk. "I was finally able to leave the dream but thought it best to see my siblings before I meet mother and father." She added.
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Leaf-Pelt
Location: Brutus' Sanctum
Leaf-Pelt was caught off guard by the hug. She had watched her sister from the dream but she had never seen her express such an emotion to someone other then there mother before but she quickly got over the thought as she wrapped her arms and tails around her sister hugging her. "Like wise sister." She said.
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Sparkbolt
Character: Leaf-Pelt
Location: Brutus' Sanctum
"I won't say anything." She smiled. "I've been watching your gift to mother. She's a spunky one." She added letting go of her sister before turning to her brother. "What not even a twitch from you?" She asked.
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Sparkbolt
Character: Leaf-Pelt
Locaiton: Brutus' Sanctum
"Come on." She said poking his nose with one of her tails then sighed. "Fine. Do you know where the other's are?" She asked the two.
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Sparkbolt
Character: Leaf-Pelt
Location: Brutus' Sanctum
"Right...Nightbane." She said her tails falling. "I think I should go find Silver." She said stepping back. "It's was nice to finally meet you two and good luck on your project Dusk." She said before slipping back into the emerald dream.
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Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Feralas
Vashadya caught sight of the warlock eventually, from a distance, and started to approach her.
"We are leaving," the priestess announced, once she was within earshot, unaware of Adalis' presence, let alone what the Dag'rema had been doing, though she did after a moment appear to notice the unnatural glow in the warlock's eyes and the dead tree...
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Aldos, Leaf-Pelt
Location: Feralas
Leaf-Pelt reappeared on the outskirts of the town and the worg sniffed the air her tails waving around her. "She was here." She growled before beginning her walk into the town.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Dragonblight
As they stood trapped mid motion by technology discovered centuries hence, Damocles stepped into view. At the sight of their pursuer Mordecai strained the bindings of electricity, the charge expending itself further on the giant and lessening the hold upon Varyn and Snowmane a fraction. Varyn gasped air. The ParCon agent swept the scene, eyes glowering with mute satisfaction. There was no 'at last, I have you', nor 'a merry chase, but here it ends,' not even a 'I have you now my pretties!' It was merely a drawing of the pocket watch, and, "Subject 829? Do it."
"Ah! Well done Rex!"
For the first time, Damocles showed surprise. He slowly turned about and faced the speaker.
There - upon the edge of the cliff and before a door int he sky - Sir Woecce stood, resplendent in his blood red suit of habit, the black coat of Parcon hanging open over his shoulders like an opera cape with casual ease. His face, their features old yet not so old, were set in an amiable smile. An eye of gold and glass swiveled in his skull, peering at everything and nothing as though of its own accord. A tumbler half filled with scotch filled one hand, the ice cubes sweating in the glass.
With him was a knight in armour black, his visor shut, a shield formed of shimmering energy in one hand and sword whose body was steel but blade of burning energy that hissed whenever a snowflake dared come too near.
At his other side stood a tall man in a low hanging poncho of bright summer colours, a black hat with a brim almost as wide as the cocky grin he wore beneath hawkish eyes.
"Sir Woecce," Damocles greeted. "This is...unexpected." The word had a certain condemnation in the tone, as though Damocles were vexed at such a variable rearing itself.
The same indefatigable smile met those words. "No doubt Rex! No doubt." With laughter on his lips but not reaching his eyes the head of ParCon stepped forward and examined the captured three. "Ah! I see you've caught them!" His glass and golden eye swerved onto Snowmane with unblinking attention. "Jolly good!"
"Yes, sir," Damocles replied neutrally, not quite masking a suspicion as he took a step forward.
"Yes," Sir Woecce replied jovially. "Too bad we're letting them go."
Not even the wind dared breathe in the silence that followed.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Dag'rema, Kitanga
Location: Feralas
Dag'rema spotted the elf as she entered the clearing, sighed, and got to her feet. "I suppose you want me to return to camp, mmm?" she asked, frowning slightly. "I can't imagine you're happy, what with me being out of sight for a whole five minutes. Doesn't reflect very well upon you, my captors, does it?"
As she finished, a spirit wolf burst through the trees and into the clearing, only stopping when it reached the warlock.
Gurka was quick to follow, armed with fistblades and already staring daggers at Dag'rema. "I've really been trying to give you another chance," she muttered. "Waiting for you to miraculously turn over a new leaf. For Rotha's sake. But you're beginning to test my patience..."
"There once was a girl who lived in the desert," Kitanga started, hoping to help the children feel better, or at the very least get their mind off of what had happened. "She liked to ride her wolf around everywhere, and loved to explore. One day, she was exploring on her wolf, and she found a cave she'd never seen before..."
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Dragonblight
Snowmane finally exhaled, and began breathing regularly once more. She watched in terror as Malice approached, hands burning and a sick grin on her face. The once-human woman gave a look to Damocles, and then back to Snowmane.
"G̬͉͚͓i̥̟̬̤̠̙v̖ͅe͙͍̘̤ ̳̠͈̙̩̯̦m̮͘e ̥̭̞̰̟ͅt̕h̸̳͔é̤̜̼͈̯̼̦ ̣̥w̨͉͓̹͕͕̞̖o̘͍̜̱͖͇͟r̠̀d̛,̲" she begged, licking her lips as she stared at the worgen. "You and I bot҉h̶ k͡now what͝ shé ̡i̡s, ҉e̷v͠en ҉i͠f̀ y̕o̷ur ma͜s͞ter͏ w̷o͞n't ac͡kn̴owl̶ed́g͟e i̸t..̛.͝"
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Feralas
Vashadya looked uncertainly between the two orcs, not liking where the confrontation was heading, and ignored the obvious provocation in what the warlock had said. "Gurka, please, it has been a tiring day, for all," the night elf protested softly, wearily, attempting to calm the shaman's nerves, "I trust you will be returning with us," she added, addressing the latter statement to Dag'rema.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Feralas
"The alternative is you killing me?" Dag'rema asked, cocking a false smile at the elf. "Well that's not very much of a choice at all, I think. I want to live after all. I'm not exactly in a position to outrun a Night Elf and a spirit wolf in this forest."
Gurka merely scowled at the warlock, and let her eyes wander to the dead tree that smelled of fel. "I don't like this..." she murmured, looking back to Dag'rema.
"Oh, I am so sorry that I displeased you with my disappearance," Dag'rema answered, smirking. "Forgive me, merciful mistress, for wanting a few precious moments without a feral bitch breathing down my throat. That's you I mean, in case the terminology was confusing."
"Vashadya..." Gurka pleaded, refusing to break eye contact.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Dragonblight
Damocles raised a hand to forestall Malice, but did not turn away from Sir Woecce. "Sir," he said slowly. "I'm afraid I do not understand."
"Why! She's not a paradox anymore."
Damocles attempted to fathom the truth from the other man's eyes but found they betrayed nothing. With care, never looking away, Damocles reached into his pocket and drew forth his pocket watch. He braved a glance at the hands. A steady tick was all that could be heard as the long arrows followed their predictable circuit through the ages. Damocles was heard to hiss in a low undertone, "That's not possible."
With a sage nod Sir Woecce agreed readily. "Indeed! Yet, despite that, it has happened. So Damocles." His eye was heavy, hard, his false one swiveled to stare down Damocles as well. "She is no longer a paradox, thus not within our jurisdiction. What are you going to do?"
The air grew heavy with the expectancy of decision. 67 shifted uneasily, his metal talons clicking against one another with uncertainty. Vaudeville ran his thumbs along the insides of his suspenders. The man in the poncho grinned and rested his hands upon the hilts of two holstered pistols. Raising the tumbler to his lips, Sir Woecce paused and lowered it without taking a sip, the ice cubes clinking at an invisible shudder.
Damcoles gently tapped a finger against the trigger of his shotgun. The weapon remained at ease, his head bowed within the shadows of his hat and collar, watching as the hands of the copper watch counted down the seconds.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
"Subject 829." Damocles ran his thumb ran along the reassuring solidity of the watch's metal frame. With a clack, he closed it, and turned to pierce Malice with hi gaze. "Destroy the holding field."
Relief crashed like a wave, pulling some of the horror of the moment back beneath its depths. Sir Woecee smiled, but for an unguarded instant it was extraordinarily tragic and pained expression before being chased away by the more jovial smile once more.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Dragonblight
Malice clenched her fists, and the snow in the air started to boil as it came near her. "Y͘͠ou̵̕ ͏w̵͠a̶͠nt҉ m̧e t͞͡o͟҉҉ let̡ ̀͠h͞e̶r͏̴͠ ̵̕g̶̸̨o̷̡ ̵͜f͝͠ŕ͜e͜e̢͏,͢ ͡an̢̕d̶͜ ̷́t̀͢h͞ę̕n̢̨ ̡́go̴ ̸͝b̶̧͝a̡̡c͢ḱ́ t̛ò͘ ͏̸͝c̀̕͘a͢͝p̶t͏i̶͜v͏ì̛t̷͟y͡ ẃ́ith̀ y̴o͠u?̴" she asked, her characteristic grin twisted and strained at the corners.
She looked up to Woecce, trying to assess whether or not he'd be sympathetic to her fate. Guessing not, she took a step back and grabbed the electrode attached to the mountain face, melting it in her hand. "F̨̨ì̀̀͢n͏̨͏̸͢e͜҉̨͝͝.̴̕.̵̡̨͏҉.̧͟͡" she added with a grin.
Snowmane nearly collapsed as the electrical field holding her in place subsided, but hurriedly got back to her feet and looked at Malice, and then at Damocles.
Malice looked at Snowmane with another hateful grin, and then back at Damocles, trying to determine who she'd have better luck hurting.
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