01-05-2011, 08:57 PM
The fire danced in it's usual whimpering wave; Attempting to breath and keep alive as it ate all the oxygen that it could, almost as if it was starving. When a breeze came in from the tunnel, the flame grew for a few moments, almost in a taunting manner, but quickly lowered into it's choked flicker.
The Son of Retane, Maleficus Nova, spent his spare time, staring at such flames, lost in remembrance of his first and only failed mission. His name had slightly become a whisper in the underground as a Mercenary of many talents. To him, the fire represented a struggle within, one that he couldn't come to face; No matter how many missions he completed, there would always been that one that he failed to complete.
Not far above, the two watched, the white maned Mystic, and the silver haired Maid. Tamsin looked on at the indian-styled prone warrior, noting that a tribal marking had found itself on part of one side of his face since she had last seen him. His eyes were closed, but she knew all to well that if she spoke he would hear her. There was of course, a deep inner fear that he might not recognize her voice, and that would be more painful. There last meeting felt so as if it had been so long ago.
She closed her own eyes then, as they watered up, but the tears still squeezed through. The dark orange cloaked woman wiped her eyes as fast as the drops had appeared with a a sleeve, and looked to the Elven one, who motioned for her to follow him out of earshot of the wicked hearing of a Namekian; Even more so a Namekian that could control sound with his wind abilities.
Enroshia looked to the sky, attempting to avoid the look of the unique Human, but looking to the storm clouded sea, as a sun attempted to rear its face, just reminded him of looking into her silver-lined eyes. He looked down and stared at the brown rocks of the mountainous region, "I am sorry. I wish I could have gotten to you in time to stop it. But Gypsies are wicked people alone, and with the combination of a wizard, and using the strength of such a powerful warrior, it was impossible ."
Tamsin took a deep sigh, as she looked at her hands. They looked a bit pale, and they had a slight trimmer to them. "But you are sure that asking Master Maleficus Nova to help me, that he could save me?"
Enro nodded, "Yes, he is the only one able to save you. It takes a powerful bond of love and strength to counter such a concoction that has been made against you." The Crimson Robed figure looked to Tamsin then and spoke in a tone that would really cause her to question if she should ask for help or not, "This will be at a great risk to Mal's own life at well."
"Then I wont do it! I'll just die!" Tamsin couldn't, nor wouldn't see her Master hurt for hersake. She'd die proud in service for the Namekian Warrior.
Enro only shook his head, "You have no choice actually. I'm here to assign him the job myself. The Higher Up's think it is time to see what he is made of. You can help him and save two eggs from being cracked and thrown away, or just hope he is better then his own father."
It was a bit odd to hear the words come from the Mystic, giving her no choice in the matter, as she would certainly follow the rogue to the depths of hell and back. It was her job to assist and protect the Namekian with her life. It was what she had been trained and taught to do for her Master, and she did with all her heart. But now the weight of her actions seemed to reflect her weakness and failure.
She had spent most of her time, after the escape of their target and Pyresien, attempting to track them down. Nova, seemed to be in a depression of sorts, and stayed in his dwelling until another mission was brought to him. From the rumors of some, the jade fiend seemed to lack the compassion for the job, and seemed as if something was missing. Tam, knew all to well what the issue was though. 'The one that got away.'
In her journey to track down their target known only as Maxwell, and the fire wielding Pyrotechnic she had sought out a Gypsy woman, said to have the ability to help her in her quest. The human had exhausted most of her more conventional methods in her attempt, and was running out of ideas, so she gave it a shot out of desperation. After the first meeting with the vagabond, the Maid was given a place and time in which to meet, where the Gypsy would tap into her powers in hopes of finding the locations of the hunted.
At the ritual spot, two additional characters were present. A middle aged, man that was professed as a wizard, and cloaked being who's face and identity was shrouded by a hood. His power was said to be a conduit of power for the spell-casters, and while still septic, Tamsin agreed to proceed. The aftermath, however led to the three mysterious beings fleeing, after the warrior held Tamsin down against her will, as the wizard forced a bitter concoction down her throat and the head conspirator, placed a spell upon her. When she came to later, she learned that she had been sentenced to death.
"But while that matter is on the table," His voice seemed to have raised slightly, or maybe it was just her coming out of her day dream," There is another issue, in which I'm here to gain see our dear Maleficus Nova. Cold Steel wanted me to bring word that there seems to be a pending invasion that can be very catastrophic. A galactic message has been sent and is being broadcasted repeatedly on multiple planets, including this one, asking for all able bodied personnel, to take up arms and assist." Enro pulled out a hand held holographic projector and played the message for Tamsin. Tamsin watched the four beings as they stood together, as if to signify the unification of races on a broad spectrum.
As the message ended, she paused trying to evaluate the message. She looked up, her eyes showing her confusion, "Is that all? There's no more information? Does Cold Steel have any further information?" Tamsin normally would have received the mission personally from her Employer, but her communication devices had been lost or broken and she hadn't acquired any new ones or even thought about checking in. She wondered how long ago it was since she actually did check in, and scoffed at herself for being so irresponsible.
"No. Or at least he didn't inform me."
"And what of the Saiyans?" From the darkness of the cave, emerged the mercenary. His clothing was identical to Tamsin's, dark orange, with dark green linings, but his was less tarnished and worn out. He strode forth, out of the mouth of his domain, torturing the world with his presence once more. He had heard the Mystics voice outside and had floated up to investigate. He had listened in about their newest mission, wondering how long it had been since he had seen Tamsin.
But, he didn't look her in the eye, instead he looked to straight to the crimson ordained warrior. As he passed, Tamsin, though, he did touch her shoulder and within almost an instant, her outfit had been altered into a clean fresh one. Still he didn't look to her. Enro's furrowed brow showed cause for concern, as he looked down then back up to the jade warrior.
"I don't know actually. I didn't even catch that."
Maleficus didn't nod, didn't grunt, but stood there, almost unnerving the elvish warrior. After moment's of silence, Nova spoke again, "Where does Cold Steel suggest we head to sign up?"
Mal would soon find out more details, even if this one couldn't give it to him.
The Son of Retane, Maleficus Nova, spent his spare time, staring at such flames, lost in remembrance of his first and only failed mission. His name had slightly become a whisper in the underground as a Mercenary of many talents. To him, the fire represented a struggle within, one that he couldn't come to face; No matter how many missions he completed, there would always been that one that he failed to complete.
Not far above, the two watched, the white maned Mystic, and the silver haired Maid. Tamsin looked on at the indian-styled prone warrior, noting that a tribal marking had found itself on part of one side of his face since she had last seen him. His eyes were closed, but she knew all to well that if she spoke he would hear her. There was of course, a deep inner fear that he might not recognize her voice, and that would be more painful. There last meeting felt so as if it had been so long ago.
She closed her own eyes then, as they watered up, but the tears still squeezed through. The dark orange cloaked woman wiped her eyes as fast as the drops had appeared with a a sleeve, and looked to the Elven one, who motioned for her to follow him out of earshot of the wicked hearing of a Namekian; Even more so a Namekian that could control sound with his wind abilities.
Enroshia looked to the sky, attempting to avoid the look of the unique Human, but looking to the storm clouded sea, as a sun attempted to rear its face, just reminded him of looking into her silver-lined eyes. He looked down and stared at the brown rocks of the mountainous region, "I am sorry. I wish I could have gotten to you in time to stop it. But Gypsies are wicked people alone, and with the combination of a wizard, and using the strength of such a powerful warrior, it was impossible ."
Tamsin took a deep sigh, as she looked at her hands. They looked a bit pale, and they had a slight trimmer to them. "But you are sure that asking Master Maleficus Nova to help me, that he could save me?"
Enro nodded, "Yes, he is the only one able to save you. It takes a powerful bond of love and strength to counter such a concoction that has been made against you." The Crimson Robed figure looked to Tamsin then and spoke in a tone that would really cause her to question if she should ask for help or not, "This will be at a great risk to Mal's own life at well."
"Then I wont do it! I'll just die!" Tamsin couldn't, nor wouldn't see her Master hurt for hersake. She'd die proud in service for the Namekian Warrior.
Enro only shook his head, "You have no choice actually. I'm here to assign him the job myself. The Higher Up's think it is time to see what he is made of. You can help him and save two eggs from being cracked and thrown away, or just hope he is better then his own father."
It was a bit odd to hear the words come from the Mystic, giving her no choice in the matter, as she would certainly follow the rogue to the depths of hell and back. It was her job to assist and protect the Namekian with her life. It was what she had been trained and taught to do for her Master, and she did with all her heart. But now the weight of her actions seemed to reflect her weakness and failure.
She had spent most of her time, after the escape of their target and Pyresien, attempting to track them down. Nova, seemed to be in a depression of sorts, and stayed in his dwelling until another mission was brought to him. From the rumors of some, the jade fiend seemed to lack the compassion for the job, and seemed as if something was missing. Tam, knew all to well what the issue was though. 'The one that got away.'
In her journey to track down their target known only as Maxwell, and the fire wielding Pyrotechnic she had sought out a Gypsy woman, said to have the ability to help her in her quest. The human had exhausted most of her more conventional methods in her attempt, and was running out of ideas, so she gave it a shot out of desperation. After the first meeting with the vagabond, the Maid was given a place and time in which to meet, where the Gypsy would tap into her powers in hopes of finding the locations of the hunted.
At the ritual spot, two additional characters were present. A middle aged, man that was professed as a wizard, and cloaked being who's face and identity was shrouded by a hood. His power was said to be a conduit of power for the spell-casters, and while still septic, Tamsin agreed to proceed. The aftermath, however led to the three mysterious beings fleeing, after the warrior held Tamsin down against her will, as the wizard forced a bitter concoction down her throat and the head conspirator, placed a spell upon her. When she came to later, she learned that she had been sentenced to death.
"But while that matter is on the table," His voice seemed to have raised slightly, or maybe it was just her coming out of her day dream," There is another issue, in which I'm here to gain see our dear Maleficus Nova. Cold Steel wanted me to bring word that there seems to be a pending invasion that can be very catastrophic. A galactic message has been sent and is being broadcasted repeatedly on multiple planets, including this one, asking for all able bodied personnel, to take up arms and assist." Enro pulled out a hand held holographic projector and played the message for Tamsin. Tamsin watched the four beings as they stood together, as if to signify the unification of races on a broad spectrum.
As the message ended, she paused trying to evaluate the message. She looked up, her eyes showing her confusion, "Is that all? There's no more information? Does Cold Steel have any further information?" Tamsin normally would have received the mission personally from her Employer, but her communication devices had been lost or broken and she hadn't acquired any new ones or even thought about checking in. She wondered how long ago it was since she actually did check in, and scoffed at herself for being so irresponsible.
"No. Or at least he didn't inform me."
"And what of the Saiyans?" From the darkness of the cave, emerged the mercenary. His clothing was identical to Tamsin's, dark orange, with dark green linings, but his was less tarnished and worn out. He strode forth, out of the mouth of his domain, torturing the world with his presence once more. He had heard the Mystics voice outside and had floated up to investigate. He had listened in about their newest mission, wondering how long it had been since he had seen Tamsin.
But, he didn't look her in the eye, instead he looked to straight to the crimson ordained warrior. As he passed, Tamsin, though, he did touch her shoulder and within almost an instant, her outfit had been altered into a clean fresh one. Still he didn't look to her. Enro's furrowed brow showed cause for concern, as he looked down then back up to the jade warrior.
"I don't know actually. I didn't even catch that."
Maleficus didn't nod, didn't grunt, but stood there, almost unnerving the elvish warrior. After moment's of silence, Nova spoke again, "Where does Cold Steel suggest we head to sign up?"
Mal would soon find out more details, even if this one couldn't give it to him.
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Reb: ya know
Reb: I think you're a fucking moron OOC
Reb: but I have to hand it to you
Reb: you've become a really great writer