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Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« on: December 15, 2008, 12:08:13 AM »
Nantes, France.  A large, bustling metropolis barely 50km from the Atlantic ocean, and home to nearly a million people.  If he had thought his romp in Egypt had been bad, at least there had been translators for higher and other people who spoke English.  Sure, most shop clerks and even plenty of club staff spoke a smattering of English for the tourists, but not enough for him to really figure anything out.  He was well outside of his element; a city he was unfamiliar with, in a country he knew little about, with a language he couldn't understand.  At least the weather was alright; Egypt's heat had left him even angrier then his usual demeanor, but this part of France was nice and cold in the winter.  A bit wetter then where he grew up, but it was a pleasant change to the dirty New York winters he usually suffered through.

How the hell had he ended up in Nantes?  Why did he ever agree to help those arrogant old bastards?  Because they couldn't get the job done; and if he didn't do it, then someone else would get hurt.  Worse, these sorts of things had a tendancy of growing out of proportion until it really became his problem.  So there he was, technically an illegal immigrant in France.  No passport or travel papers.  You didn't need stuff like that in his circles; in his case, it had been a simple matter of the old fart that requested his aid teleporting him here just a few nights ago.

He'd found it more by pure fluke then skill.  The creature seemed to prefer ravers mostly, especially ones on Ecstacy, so he'd taken to hanging around the clubs and common rave hangouts mostly, prowling the alleys as he waited for it to show itself.  And when it finally did, he was on it like white on rice.

It had appeared to be little more then your average joe at first; just another raver leading a pair of girls into a surprisingly clean alley a block away from one of the more bustling night clubs.  He'd thought little of it at first; even with his Awakened senses he'd not noticed anything out of the ordinary.  Only Shadow seemed interested in the trio at first, the albino ferret riding high and mighty on Jim's shoulder, sniffing and chittering curiously.  Had it not been for that, he'd likely have missed the thing again.

He'd followed, and caught it in the act.  What had seemed like a fairly normal guy changed shortly after the trio had reached the alley; it wasn't hard to tell what the two girls had been expecting, so when the man suddenly became something else.  Just a bit taller then your average basketball player, limbs long and too-thin for anything more then the bone that showed through.  It's head was too wide and squat, allowing for a mouth filled with rows of needle-sharp teeth and a long, lizard-like black tongue and two rows of beedy black eyes.  It's skin was a mottled grey with pestulent sores and seemed to ooze pus and ichor.  A distended belly that pulled already too-tight skin over brittle seeming ribs, stretching out the ugly sores along it's tight skin, dangled low over it's bony pelvis and wobbled with each movement.  Worse still was the faint impressions of faces and hands occasionally pressing against it's skin there.

The two girl's emotional highs were shattered; from cloud nine to the ninth pit in seconds flat.  But before the thing could act, he was moving in for the kill.  Not much of one for pomp and show, he'd only delayed long enough for little Shadow to disembark.  And then he fell on it like a ton of bricks.  Or so was the plan.

The thing was reaching out for the first of the girls; probably little more then eighteen years old, twin sisters.  The thing had certainly played it's cards right to get those two out there.  It was quicker then he'd expected; most of the time these things were so caught up in the moment they never noticed their surroundings.  Who would be stupid enough to attack a monster anyways?  Jim MachDhai, a bitter Mage that had been sent across an ocean on short notice, who had probably lost his job by now because he hadn't even been able to phone in and say he'd be out of town, who could only imagine his rundown apartment in a sleazy building in the slums of New York had already been looted, who hadn't been able to find a single decent beer since he'd gotten to this pompous country of smelly hairy frenchmen...well, he was certainly stupid enough to try it.

A running leap, he was intent on hitting it square between the shoulders with his knees, his fist already beginning to glow with focused energies aimed for the back of it's oddly shaped skull and his one eye glowing a dull, unsettling grey.  He was annoyed, and the sooner this was over the sooner he could go home and have a good beer.  But, the creature was quicker then he'd expected, ready for him and it spun about with unnerving speed; even for a guy who had tango'd with a vampire or ten in his past.  One too-big hand snapped out and grabbed Jim by the head, wrapping about until it's over-long fingers were digging into his back, claws held at bay only by the arcane protections woven into his battle-worn old aviator jacket.  He managed a surprised grunt and a muffled curse, face burried against the palm of it's hand.

"Who the hell do you think you are, little man?!" the creature's voice seemed to be compossed of dozens, many in anquish or abstract fear.  It held him up easily despite it's attrophied limbs, and it's lips curled up in apparent glee at what it had found.  "Ooo...you would be tasty, wouldn't you?  All sorts of delicious memories in that cyclops head of yours..."

The two girls had bolted the moment they were released from the thing's gaze, fleeing down the alley and into the night with trailing screams of terror.  They'd probably never touch E again after what they'd seen, thinking it all a result of the drugs.  The creature was surprised to find that it's new toy said something, the sound muffled against it's palm.  Jim was annoyed; delicious memories, cyclops?  Did it think he was out of the fight already?  Such arrogance really pissed him off.  Arms hanging limp at his side, he calmly brought them up to grab the thing's wrist, and then they both flashed a bright white, burning it's rough hide with a flash of primal energies.  It wasn't enough to really harm it, but the creature let it's prey go with a bark of surprise, nashing it's teeth together angrily, greenish-red spittle forming along it's too-thin lips.

He dropped to the ground and shook off the disorientation, working his lips and wiggling his nose to work out the discomfort of it having been smeared into the thing's palm.  Then he was on the offensive again, flashing a quick series of gestures through the air before he lunged forwards at it's torso, hand again flashing aglow.  It was a bit slower to react, batting him aside just as his fist contacted with it's gut, searing it's flesh.  He flew aside, crashing heavily into the wall and dropping to the ground with an annoyed grunt of pain, but he was more concerned for the muffled scream of pain that had come from the thing's stomach when he had punched it, the increased number of hands and faces pressing against it's flesh, and the beast's amused, horrifying laughter.

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #1 on: December 15, 2008, 01:02:57 AM »
It took some getting used to. Really, Io didn't get out a lot, and the loud music inside the rave had summoned a headache of epic proportions. She tried to look at it positively; she was somewhere new, close to one of the most romantic cities in the world.  She didn
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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #2 on: December 15, 2008, 09:03:42 PM »
His new play thing didn't seem to be much fun; no screaming or even begging!  At least he wasn't broken yet with a little throw like that.  But then there was a new plaything; much prettier then the man, and probably that much more delicious for it.  The creature raised up to it's full height to peer down at her as she worked her fingers, and it's mouth curved into a smile; bone structure and all.  Another one with these wonderful little tricks?  It's too-long fingers danced in mocking mimicry of her own motions, it's weight shifting from foot to foot in the brief moments before she launched her own attack.

The ice-spike was met with a lightning-crack slap of the back of it's hand, sending shards of it peppering off of a nearby empty dumpster with enough force to leave dents and chips in it's smooth paint job.  She might have hoped it would be distracted by the first attack, but as it's body twisted with the motion of swatting the ice away, it's other arm snapped out to grab her about the neck and shoulders with it's other massive hand and hoisted her up with a painfully tight grip.  "Aww...we are all so far from home tonight aren't we?  A delectable little Woad dirt whore and a wanna-be wizard."

Jim was briefly stunned from the impact; he'd been tossed around enough in his time to learn how to roll with the punches, but walls were still pretty painful things to be thrown into like a rag doll.  By the time he'd gotten his senses together there was some sort of pattering sound and a long haired little dude flying past him at the creature.  His vision swam for a moment as he struggled back to his feet, wondering absently why some smelly little long-haired frenchman would be stupid enough to try and get into some good ol' fisticuffs with something like this thing; hell, why was he stupid enough to try it?!

He was muttering under his breath by the time he finally had his senses together, and looked up in time to see the thing snatch the rather feminine frenchman, wondering why the guy's clothes looked so...it looked like a businesswoman's power suit or something.  He was never going to understand modern style...or the french for that matter.  "Road dirt...?  Woad?  Ah don't tell me he's a cross-dressing Scott or something..." he shook his head and shrugged his arms out before bringing his fists up, ready for round two.  He hadn't gotten a clear look at Io yet to know any better, and was simply running on assumption.  "Now put the punk down and lets get this over with so I can go home, shall we?"

All the while, little Shadow was perched atop a bike stand on the street, balanced perfectly on his hind legs, beedy redish eyes peering into the dark alley.  He was very short sided, as was common for his species, but his hearing and other senses were sharper then any ferret's should have been.  The little animal would wince or cover his eyes with his paws with each crash and bang, but at Jim's arrogant statement the little animal just sagged in disbelief; even the ferret knew Io was a woman.  He let out a bark of surprise before loosing his balance and falling into a mound of snow below.

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #3 on: December 16, 2008, 11:33:15 AM »
Despite it all, Io was rather comfortable. She didn't fear fighting, getting herself hurt or pushing the extreams a little. The hunt and the chase gave the witch a certain thrill that life seemed to lack. So while her first assult had utterly backfired, Io didn't dispare. It wasn't the first time she was held off the ground like some sort of rag doll; easily snatched in one hand. She had the same treatment from a werepanther once; who decided to break her clavical because of the pretty noise it made. It, being she, as well as the bone. She at the time was rather used to the pains of other magic, but bruttal force was something she had to get accustomed to.

She was now.

"He's a fisty one, isn' he?" Her accent was rich but not the backwoods Scottish that would jumble her lilting words. Io spoke calmly, almost casually. She was of course, talking about Jim. While she had only managed a glance at him, he seemed determined enough. Asking the wretch nicely to set her down so that they could continue obviously was out of the question. So, softly, she sighed, both hands grabbing onto the creature's wrist to take the strain off of her neck and shoulder. With the grace of a cat she pulled her dangling legs upwards; not quite able to wrap them around his out stretched arm, but she secured them around the closest part of him possible. Smooth motions, she didn't even have to pause to break.

Some witches had the basic elements: Water, air, fire, earth, while the very rare and occational few such as herself were born naturals to all these, and specialized in something else. Her mother named her Io, after Jupiter's moon. Jupiter just happened to be the god of the sky, and Io's power was within the storms and nature. She used herself as a conduit; but rather waiting the brief moments to call a bolt of lightening to strike them down, her free hand jerked slightly, indicating the thick cord of electricity that was strapped against the brick; powering inside the rave. It tore from it's hold, ripping in half before finding her hand where Io pressed the sparking end into the creature's side. Enough currents to power a building were pushing their way into his body, sparking and buzzing though them both. Io didn't so much as jerk; she was utterly immune.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #4 on: December 16, 2008, 06:25:32 PM »
"Ah hell, not a freaking girl."  Women were always a handful, be they mundane or supernatural.  They either think they had something to prove and do something dangerous and stupid that leads to him getting hurt to save them from their own mistakes, or they were just so damn useless that he would have to go out of his way to keep the twits alive.  Of course, men were like that too, and he'd probably have had much the same opinion of her had she been a man.  Before he knew it, she was doing some sort of awkward looking acrobatics to wrap onto the creature's arm like a monkey.  His eye furrowed in annoyance at her little trick; was she trying to show him up or something?

The creature again proved to be more resiliant then usual; the massive dose of electricity upset the thing greatly and at first it jerked uncontrollably.  It's cries of pain, made of hundreds of voices mingled together, threatened to shatter glass for blocks around.  And then it was laughing with masochistic glee, flesh charred and blackened around where she had thrust the cable into it's side, it's disdended stomach writhing as faces and hands seemed to be trying to force their way out.  It's movements grew more controlled before it's arm arched high into the air, carrying her with it, then flashed down towards the lid of the dumpster, intending on hammering her against it until she let go or died.

He'd regained his senses after the blow to the wall, enough so that he was on the move again when it became evident the creature wasn't about to give up that easily.  As it's arm arched down for the first blow, Jim focused his mind and braced his body, reaching out with his Awakened senses.  Manipulation of the basic elements of energy in all it's potential forms was one of his key playing cards, and with that skill he caught the monster's arm as she was just inches from the roof of the dumpster and held it still.  She'd feel it's fingers bulge and snap as he broke it's knuckles, and then it was letting go of her, letting her drop onto the dumpster.

It's insane laughter grew more excited as it staggered back from her and Jim, thrusting out it's injured hand and flexing it's fingers, hand fisting and uncurling with unhealthy snapping sounds until the fingers had realigned themselves, good as new.  Even the burn in it's side seemed less then it had a moment ago; smoke still rose from the burnt flesh but it didn't seem to have much effect.  "Foolish little mortals.  Do you not know a god when you see it?  Do you really want to play with magics with me?"  It made a dismissive twitch of the now fixed hand, and hundreds of bricks blew out of the wall above Jim to rain down on him.  The mage dropped to a knee with the first few blows to his shoulders and back before he was able to defend himself, throwing up a quick and dirty kinetic shield that most of the following bricks bounced off of harmlessly.  Within seconds though he was buried out of view amidst the rubble and dust.

"OOoo...what a waste...I suppose he'd make a fine pudding though, eh girly?"  It's attention swept back to her, looking forwards to what little tricks she might think up next.

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #5 on: December 30, 2008, 02:12:43 PM »
Io very suddenly wanted to release that thing. The contortion of all the faces and hands were things her nightmares were made up from, twisting and bumping against her skin until her nerves began to question the logic of her latest hunt. Obviously the electicity wasn't doing as she intended, so she closed the circut to prevent it from injurring anyone. She was, of course, rewarded with her good intentions; being lifted higher into the air before she managed to untangle herself and drop. But the drop would be coming shortly, right ontop of the metal lid of the dumpster. It was going to hurt, so she braced herself for impact.

Fingers buldges, ligiments and joints snapped, and the knuckles to the hand that held her shattered away, causing her to finally release. She hit the top of the trash with a grunt, having the proper sense to roll away and keep out of arm's reach. She missed what happened, even if she knew that magic was involved. The other person in the alley, the man who she had first saw sprawled against the brick wall. Another Magi, perhaps? A curiosity, but not one she had the time to ponder over just yet. The beast before her was starting to work it's hand back into place, cracking and popping as it wiggled its fingers, shaking it all off. Even the burn, which should have killed multiple men with it's jolt, looked...better. Io felt her stomach shrink, her eyes shifting as the beast regarded the man, and instincts had her calling her magic, just as it flicked its fingers his way.

Shields weren't her strongest point, Io worked best with the elements. But she was still a damn good witch, and with desperation and instincts, she found a way where careful pondering would not. Both hands were raised, palms out, towards the bricks. It was the shadows she called, winding themselves over the hundreds of bricks that began to fall, causing her to lurch to her knee under the weight of it. Io gasped, sweat breaking acorss her brow while she pushed and strained, fighting with the heavy load to shove it off of the man who would be beneath. She hadn't been able to catch them all, there was still a good weight on him, but she tried, and she didn't feel his death as she expected she would.

The creature was speaking again, stealing some of her consintration away. The weight increased, causing her to sag to both knees now. She'd come up with some witty responce if she had the breath, but currently she cared more about making sure the man was alive, then lashing of tongues. "A wee bit of help, would be nice..." Her voice was soft, strained, but she kept her eyes on the beast all the same. Let him get a little closer.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #6 on: December 30, 2008, 08:49:31 PM »
He had survived the rain of bricks, his shield barely able to hold back those few that got past her, his mind straining under the weight building atop him.  Had he had more time to prepare his defence, it would not have been an issue, but he had to make due with what he could at the time.  Naturally, he couldn't hear her from where he was, the unerving sound of brick grinding against brick filled his ears as he strained to keep his shield and ready his next move.  The creature found the entire display rather entertaining; neither alone were a threat to him and the creature new it all too well.  So well, it new it could toy with them before finishing them off.

The dust hadn't even cleared yet when the bricks began moving, streaking through the air directly for the creature much like a gattling gun, smashing into the beast's chest and raised arms, broughten up to shield it's head from the attack.  Some bricks contacted and burst, others shattered against the alley wall behind the beast, and soon enough had cleared that Jim was able to step out of the partly suspended pile, his shield held in place now much like an empty egg before he let it go and those bricks he'd been supporting collapsed with a resounding crash of grinding stone.  His left arm hung limply at his side, dislocated at the shoulder from one of the bricks that had hit him directly, but asides from a vague hint of annoyance on his dust covered face, a thick rivulet of blood running down his forehead and patched eye from a gash from another blow, he didn't seem terribly affected by the disabled limb.

Again, the monster seemed to mostly shrug off the attack; fresh gashes and bruises to it's flesh were the worst of it's injuries from an assault that had left holes blasted into the brick wall behind it, and it casually stepped over the pile of broken stone at it's feet.  Jim was well aware that he probably only came out of that alive because of the woman's efforts to hold off the brunt of the deluge, and he cast her a glance briefly, obviously not sure if he should say anything to her; he wasn't good with working with others.  After all, it was usually him pulling some other snot-nosed arrogant wanna-be out of the fire at the last minute.

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #7 on: December 30, 2008, 10:25:32 PM »
Io was too relieved at seeing the man alive to do much else then breathe. Her powers were elemental, it took more from her to control physically, so she was reduced to nearly gasping for breath once her spell dropped. It was probably best she remained kneeling the whole while anyways. She stayed out of range for the bricks that flew over her head, smashing into the beastie, turning into rubble and dust. Still, it didn't phase him, and Io was begining to think that physical assult wasn't the way to go. That was a bit daunting, because she didn't have much else to work with. Her Order sent her in blind, and while she may get another chance to crack at this thing, that meant others would die, and that was what she was trying to avoid in the first place.

It shook itself as if stretching; should she really be surprised? Here, Io's muscles felt like jello from the strain, and the man who had taken the beating only looked dishevled. Was she utterly out of her league? Or was the man a better actor then she? Either way, tired or not, Io climbed to her feet, steady enough, and took a few steps back and to the side. It left plenty of room for the Magi to manouver and cast spells without her being in the way. Much harder to fight two people when they weren't crowding each other.

There was silence for a brief moment, that time when either person was reforming plans, calculating, judging their odds and weighing options. The monster seemed relaxed enough, enjoying his time while his focuss began to linger on Jim. But...something was happening. The tiny hairs on the back of Io's neck and arms rose to attention, singing warnings in her head. The words were alien, she couldn't understand what they were warning against, just that something was happening. Her eyes narrowed, weight shifting so that she stood in a deffensive posture; weight on her back foot. Then it happened.

The monster began to laugh.

It was a slow trickle of a sound, like broken glass against razors, gritting on her nerves and sent adrenoline spiking threw her body. Something was amusing to him, and the demon's laugh raised in pitch until it was down right giddy. "Oh, that's just delightful!" Confused, Io turned her attention from the monster, to Jim, and back, never lingering longer than a glance. She wished it was longer, because those bodies inside the monster's form began to twist inside again, and faces familiar to Jim pressed from the inside, hands clawing, mouths screaming with fangs, as if fighting to get out and free.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #8 on: December 30, 2008, 10:53:56 PM »
He was definently a good actor when it came to pain and exhaustion; years of experience helped him ward off most of the bite, but he'd long since learned that a strong mask was often the key to winning a fight.  So as the creature squared off and recovered, he simply brought his good arm up and took a solid grip on his left.  The pop and grind of tissue and cartiledge was audible as he wrenched it back into the socket with hardly only an annoyed glare passing over his features, as if to have to reset his arm was more inconvenience then a real problem.  Of course it hurt like hell.

He wasn't sure what it was up to though; it was brewing some sort of idea, and he was braced to repell the next wave of bricks or flying dumpster.  Hell, if it rushed him, he'd just hit it with the dumpster instead.  What came next took him a moment to fully understand, the writhing mass of faces and hands against it's bulbous stomach drew his attention, and he realized instantly why they seemed familiar.  Faces he hadn't seen in years asides from his own guilty nightmares; faces of people long dead either on that fateful night or as he hunted them in the years since to end their tainted existance as vampires.

His pulse began to race and a few beads of sweat appeared on his brow as he took a half step back.  His eye, until then a disturbingly stark and shallow, almost dead grey, began to swirl like a building storm, a mirror of the rush of emotions assaulting his senses.  Failure and guilt were foremost; these were people that had counted on him, trusted him as their friend, that he had abandoned to be embraced or killed by a pack of vampires to save his own life.  Worse that he probably could have saved them had he only been willing to try.  He was stunned to silence for the moment, trying to understand how that creature had gotten them, not yet realizing it was using his own fears against him.

It capitalized the moment Jim became stricken, moving towards him with long, unnaturally fluid steps, intent on adding him to it's collection as his emotions reached a delicious peak.  He'd been such a boring blank before now; not angry or afraid, just calm and collected with a bitter facade.  All the while, it's gaze went towards her, it's mouth and even bone structure moving into a disturbingly lewd, triumphant grin, it's many eyes sparking devilishly as it entertained ideas of what to do to her.

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #9 on: December 31, 2008, 12:14:43 AM »
Something was happening, the change in Jim was almost startling, he too was begining to sweat while what ever the monster was doing to him made sense. They were just faces to Io, twisting and contorting, saying things that she couldn't understand between the flesh of their target. It was sickening, but she didn't step back or make a disgusted sound low in her throat. Io forced air through her nose like a huff, steeling her resolve against this wretch. Her nerves were being tested, but she didn't back down.

It was about here that she realized Jim recognised the faces. He couldn't seem to take his eyes away from them, eyes swirling in a mirriad of emotions. The monster made his move, approaching Jim while his emotions froze him. Act now! What was she supposed to do? Io was feeling the strain from the spell, she was fluid and agile as she moved, racing towards the monster to intercept him, but everything she's tried before had failed. Magic was welling within her all the same, building up until she felt her body singing with it.

She pushed off with her feet, moving into a jump to tackle the monster, even as it grinned at her, taunting. The last thing she wanted to do was touch it again, it made her skin crawl just being this close to it, but she wouldn't let it touch Jim, not after what she saw what he did to him simply by some unseen will. Of course, throwing herself at the monster wasn't wise, but she wasn't strong like the others, only fast, and her spell rested in her hands ready. She expected him to catch her, and his did. The large hand wrapping tightly around her waist, bruising her skin where it touched, making her eyes water but her resolve held strong. She leaned forwards, catching it's head within her palms, and leaned forward, whispering in his ear. "Sleep." She was strong in her magic, she just hoped he wouldn't be able to pass this spell up so easily.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #10 on: January 01, 2009, 01:12:40 PM »
Frozen as he was, his one eye wide in disbelief, Jim didn't realize what was happening at first.  His mind was racing, placing faces and names, remembering vividly how each had died.  Some even at his own hands.  It simply wasn't possible, and he struggled valiantly to understand how this was happening.  He didn't start to snap out of it until she had darted past to attack the creature again, remembering finally where he was and what was happening.  Anger began to well up, both at his own stupidity for falling for such a simple trick, and at the creature for trying to use them against him.  He had enough psychological problems without it dredging up the old wounds.  His eye began to change again, a brighter grey like clouds alit with lightning and he was finally walking forwards as she loosed her spell against her unsuspecting target.

The creature was confused briefly; it's mind grew momentarily dull as she whispered to it, taking a few uncertain steps to hold it's balance.  Even it's hold on her loosened as it's eyes seemed to dull and grow glassy.  Of course, it was a creature of the nightmare realms, something not of this world, something that fed on human emotions and thought.  For it to fall asleep from a spell was unlikely at best.  Just as it seemed like her spell might take effect, it shattered like a whip-crack against her own psyche and the creature was straightening out again.  Jim was momentarily forgotten as it focused it's attention on her, it's grin again growing lewd and too-wide for it's skull.  A sickeningly long, bloated tongue rolled out to lap at her face to leave a thick trail of horrid-smelling saliva, speaking around it's exposed tongue, "Foolish little girl.  You'll be..." it's own teeth were nashing it's exposed tongue, thin rivulets of a black ichor-like blood oozing into the saliva, but then it was cut short.  It's tongue bulged just outside of it's teeth, then burst with a sickening sound like over-ripe fruit, spraying more blood and bits of flesh across it's own face.

She was dropped again, tossed aside as it brought both hands to it's mouth as if to stem the tide of blood, gnashing and spitting angrily.  Jim lowered his hand and grinned up at it evily, rather glad to see he'd finally gotten a blow against the damn thing.  It'd taken a fair bit of his attention, infusing his attack with the primal energies of life and existance, something he was not very good at.  There was more sweat on his face, his skin a pale colour from the pain and exhaustion, and it wasn't likely he'd be able to keep up any steady barrage of that style of attack.  He'd only hit it's tongue because he figured it would be fragile enough to be effected.  "Hey...last thing I need is that mental image in my head.  No licking the Scott while I'm around."

Wounded as it was, the creature was beginning to rethink it's options.  It could still probably kill the two of them, but the realization that it could be hurt, could be affected by their magics, was an alarming thought that left it unsure to continue.  It was the type that preyed on fear, that picked it's fights for the certainty of victory.  Now that it had been wounded, it could tell their confidence was building, that their fear was dwindling.  And that meant they weren't easy prey.

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #11 on: January 02, 2009, 01:56:07 PM »
A spark of true fear hit her just as suddenly as she realized it was his tongue brushing her cheek. Io grunted with her disgust, jerking her head back and away, wiping the foul saliva from her face with the back of her hand. It was rancid, shrivled her stomach, made her feel sick. When that flare of fear hit, just as suddenly as it surfaced as it fell down. This monster wasn't the man she was terrified of, and because it was so ugly and distorted, because it wasn't the beautiful stranger, her Sassenache the fear was only fleeting.

Of course, when the blood splatered on her face, Io rightly felt sick. Disgusted. She was dropped, and landed with bent knees, shifting backwards to stand at Jim's side. As tempting as it was to clean the gore from her face; she wanted to make sure she didn't hesitate to react to...whatever this monster had in mind next. Wounded, finally, he began to look uncertain. Not scared, not as if he just lost the fight, but seriously weighing his options. The monster must appreciate scarring his pray more then finishing them. It wasn't a comforting thought.

"How abou' no lickin' the Scott at all?" She mumbled it, loud enough she was certain at least both would hear. She cringed, feeling a particular heavy glob of the black vile beading down her cheek. Both hands lifted, but instead of wiping it away, she curled her fingers, feet spaced shoulder width apart, and began to build up another spell. A mix of lightening and sheer force. It Jim's spell worked, this one might mirror the results.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #12 on: January 02, 2009, 10:51:52 PM »
Years of experience with exhaustion, coupled with a rising tide of bitter anger both at himself and the creature for what had happened mere moments before was all that kept him standing at that point.  He'd slipped up, and she'd nearly payed for it, something he dreaded well beyond loosing his own life.  His eye narrowed as the creature began to calm, the flow of blood from it's mouth slowing alarmingly, and after a few moments of sounds much like crunching cartiledge, a new tongue was poking free of it's mouth to lick away some of the blood from it's own face, and a fresh tied of faces and hands were pressing at it's flesh.

It had only taken it a few moments to regrow the missing chunk of tongue, but while it could recover so quickly, it was still not too keen on continuing a fight against prey that could bite back.  "Another time maybe?  She was very tasty...but I think I overstayed my welcome?"  It's lewd grin was for her alone that time, having sensed that strong surge of emotions when it had licked her, savoring the brief flashes of memory it had gotten.  It would use those against her soon, against both of them.  Each had such delicious weaknesses it could exploit on a different playing field.

It realized she was preparing another barrage and moved quickly, charging the pair at a frightening speed, to bowl them over and continue past.  Jim was quick enough to push her partly out of the way before it's outstretched arm caught him in the chest and he was pitched down the alley a ways, landing hard and rolling along the bricks and dirty puddles.  She'd be clipped in it's passing, not so serious an impact as Jim but enough to at least stagger her farther aside.  It leapt once, bounding some twenty feet up the sheer face of one of the buildings flanking the alley, it's claws digging easily into the age old stone as it began to scamper up towards the roof and it's intended escape.

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #13 on: January 02, 2009, 11:08:29 PM »
Io's feature's hardened as the monster looked at her. She didn't like him focussing his attention on one of them; for Jim he had twisted one of his fears into reality. What, exactly, she hadn't been certain, and really she didn't want to know. People had their secrets, they kept them to themselves for a reasons. She didn't need to know the 'what', just how 'how'. Of course, clear thoughts began to disintergrate the moment her unease started to climb. Was she next? Was he going to turn her fear against her? Both hands curled in the midst of her spell, trying to find resolve and strength in a situation she really didn't want to face alone. There wasn't anything there, but maybe if she pretended, she could fool herself?

Of course, the monster chose this moment to rush them both. She hadn't finished the spell, and for the second time it cracked like a whip around her, sending a numbing jolt up her hands, through her arms and nearly to her shoulders. She watched Jim push her to the side, just as he was flung like a rag doll to one side, and she clipped to the other. Training had her pull her hands up; slapping the ground as she hit to take the impact from jarring too much of her body. It would have worked better had she feeling in her hands to coordinate better; but she did what she could, and only lurched onto her shoulder before rolling herself in a ball, and bracing herself with her feet against the wall.

She looked around them quickly, catching sight of the monster scuffling over the edge of the roof's top before dissapearing. Softly, in Gaelic, Io cursed, the world twisting as her body did, rolling from back to her side, and wiggled her fingers numerous times to try and return feeling back in them. Where's the Magi? She winced when she spotted him in the brick pile again; scrambling to her feet, and hurrying over to his side rather quickly. Her arms were still numb, but she had enough coordination to grab his shoulders carefully, inspecting his body for anything that might be broken. "You alrigh', Barra?"
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #14 on: January 02, 2009, 11:46:18 PM »
It was gone for now, but whether it sought them out or vice versa, they were not through with each other.  Jim was sprawled heavily and awkwardly into the pile of bricks, his one eye closed and breathing shallowly, but asides from many bumps, bruises and cuts mostly hidden by his clothes, he seemed okay.  The cut on his head from the collapse of bricks early had already started to scab over.  Consciousness returned in a flash, both for the brick digging painfully into the small of his back and that someone was talking to him.  His eye flashed open, it's shallow grey depths quickly calming to a vaguely stone-grey when he realized the creature was gone and that they were both still alive.

His uninjured arm was brought up to wave her away as he sat up, grunting in displeasure as tortured muscles protested his desire to move.  Asides from the brick in the back, the rest of his body had been fairly comfortable in that pile.  Rather then responding, although mildly curious just what the hell a Barra was...or did she say Faira?  Sara? he simply waved her away and forced himself to his feet.  Both hands moved to the small of his back and he arched backwards to stretch tortured muscles, until finally there was a resounding popping sound and a satisfied grunt of relief.  His vision blurred as he did, blood flooding to his head as his body again protested his desire to move.

"Bloody hell...yeah, yeah fine.  What about you?"  His voice was stronger then it should have been for how he looked and felt, but he was doing his best to sound fine so she wouldn't start fussing over him.  Women had an annoying tendancy of doing that...'oh you need to go to the hospital!' 'you poor thing, are you hurt?' and other fussy nonsense like that.  He settled his gaze on hers, the slight furrow of his brow the only immediate sign of his own discomfort as he concentrated on ignoring it.  "And what the HELL do you think you're doing?!  Tangling with something like that alone?  Are you suicidal or something?"

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #15 on: January 03, 2009, 12:17:00 AM »
Io didn't fuss, and she kept a reasonable distance away from him the moment he waved her hand away. Experience, and a bit of a paranoia that she kept bottled up inside. The man inside the club, as well as the fear that the monster pulled from her also played a roll in that. She contented herself with brushing what dirt she could from her slacks and shirt. Really, it was only smearing it, but she was begining to ache and wanted an excuse to stretch her muscles without making it look like that's what she was doing. Pride? Or was it simply because she was feeling a little unsteady, and the facade helped.

Shrugging off, Io did jump slightly at his out burst, hands clentching in habit before she stepped back and glaired at him. Her own eyes were gray, but so pale they almost looked white. They darkened a shade how ever when he instantly accused her. She should be used to it by now, but from a complete stranger it grated on her nerves. "Me? You're the one bleedin' an' gettin' tossed intae bricks! Dinnae be a hypocrite." She resisted the urge to further lash out at him. Instead she pivoted, moving across the back alley to approach the remains of the tongue

It was disgusting. And now, crouching before it, she wiped the back of her hand across her face to smear the black ichorish blood that had splattered her face. She didn't want to touch it...that's the last thing she wanted to do. But, if she had some sort of sample, something to replicate, then she'd have a subject to test on; see which spells had more of an effect then others. It was obvious pure lightening wasn't going to do the trick. Io sighed, reached for the sheath at her boot, and pulled free a small knife. With the blade she tapped the tongue, making sure there was no lingering spell or surprise before she actually touched it with her bare hands. Apparently satisfied, she wiped the blade clean on her pant leg, and resheathed the blade. Only then did she reach out and grab the largest part of the tongue. She didn't carry purses or any sort of bag...she needed to. So that meant she didn't have any sort of convienent location to stow it away. Sighing, Io settled with the ether. Like opening a zipper, she pulled down with her free hand, pushing apart reality to the place where all magic came from. At times she used it like a fany pack...only she didn't carry it on her... and instead of storing things in the everafter, she used it as a jump. The link she created to her hotel room was tugged open, and the gore was issued forth, before locked tightly away. Grunting with disgust once more, Io looked at her hand, and then wiped it on her pant leg. Best to burn the clothes as soon as she got the chance.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #16 on: January 03, 2009, 12:34:32 AM »
A hypocrite?  How the hell was he a hypocrite?  He was just making sure she was okay...damn women.  They never made any sense.  Where'd she get off being all defensive and angry, he was the one that was half-way across the world trying to deal with something quite possibly out of his league.  He muttered angrily under his breath as she spun about and stalked off to poke at the remnants of the creature, and after a moment he crossed over to watch her poke at it and send it away.  Seeing her try to scrub some of the left over slim and gore from her face made him realize he had a couple handkerchiefs on him, simple olive drab cloth squares from a military surplus store.  One was pressed to the gash on his head and he held the other to her, tapping her shoulder after she was done sending the chunk of tongue away.

"You got any idea what the hell that thing was?  I'm running on an edumacated guestimate at this point; they just sayed there was something bad and booted my ass across an ocean to deal with it."  Maybe she was a bit more informed?  Why else would she be there alone unless she was supposed to be good?  Not that she'd been of much use against that creature...hell, not like he had been either.  He hadn't felt that incompetent in a very long time.

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #17 on: January 03, 2009, 02:04:53 PM »
She had to fight the urge to step away from him and roll her shoulders. It wasn't easy, and she hunched a little in on herself to keep herself from doing more. This is pathetic Io. Deal with it already! Though she didn't want to, the witch lifted her eyes and spotted the handkerchief. She almost smiled. With a slight nod to show her thanks, she grabbed the offered cloth, wetting the edges with a simple twist of her fingers; pulling the moisture from the air. It made removing the gore from her face a lot easier. She felt better already, but ached for a bath, to ease the stiffening muscles that were the cause of being tossed around as often as she did.

"Hard tae say." She offered the cloth back, not certain what else she was supposed to do with it. Burning it sounded like a good option. "Me order said it was an emergency. Apparently this beasty has been causin' quite a ruckus." She shrugged her shoulder with the lie. She had very little to work with on this case. It was fight or flight, and Io didn't want to have a war against her own guild because of their secrets. Being their pawn -for now- was the easiest option. Even if they were content enough for her to die here, roughtly 1,500 km from home, and no back up. Inwardly, she sighed, but outwardly Io turned to glance at Jim again. She offered another slight shrug; an excuse to test her shoulders for any hitches that might be a problem later.

"There are many things ou' there tha'... indulge on fear. Windegos, Lamashtu, the Hag, though I ken tha' is no our monster." Incubi, but she knew from experience that this creature wasn't one of them, either. "With as much resistance as it pu' up, I dinnae think it may be somethin' specific. Perhaps a demon? Perhaps a wraith of some sor'?"  Her head tilted to the side as she spoke, regarding the man. He looked to be in one peice, but fairly battered. No good to her if he collapsed. She stuck a thumb in her mouth, a gesture someone might do if they scraped their knuckle. With a casual lift of that same hand, she flicked his hand with the cloth aside, passing her thumb over the wound without actually touching it. Just the heat of her skin passed, creating the illusion of contact, while her magic flared, and her eyes flickered solid white. The skin around the cut would begin to itch; not terribly so, but enough that it was noticeable. Healing wasn't Io's strongest point: and really, as far as magic went, it was rare to be good at it. But with cuts, bruises and scraps, Io mastered it well enough. She watched the skin knit together, then turned away again once she was satisfied.

"Then again; this is Europe. The home of every nasty and imaginable beasty on earth. We'd have better luck makin' a name for this...thing. I'm considerin' callin' it 'Al'." She grabbed her jacket off of the ground where it had fallen. Once more she took to brushing it off, found it useless, and tossed it into the dumpster.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #18 on: January 04, 2009, 10:06:50 AM »
(OOC:  My bad.  Thought I lost it, didn't realize it had posted before I was done.)
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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #19 on: January 04, 2009, 11:02:18 AM »
The hell was she all worked up about?  She seemed to tense when he first offered her the cloth, as if she'd expected him to attack her...or, more likely, she was disgusted of him.  That wasn't unusual for him; not too many were comfortable around him anyways.  The scars and the eye weren't normal or particularly pleasant to look at after all.  He wrote it off to that in the end and simply turned away to study the alley and the aftermath of their fight to get a better understanding of how things had gone down.  Learn it's style, see if he could remember any little details from the fight that could be useful.  And so that she wouldn't have to be looking straight at him; last thing he wanted right now was for the fool girl to clam up because she thought he was scary or something.

Her organization had sent her in, huh?  Good to know the ones on her side of the ocean were just as disorganized or self-serving as his.  He had no doubt that the one who had sent him after that creature was up to no good; probably just wanted him out of town and out of his way long enough to accomplish something that would just piss Jim off when he finally got home again.  His line of thought was interupted when she brushed her thumb near his head, and his eye narrowed more in annoyance then any sort of social discomfort as he realized what she was doing.  He let it slide and offered a tight lipped smile in thanks; he was bleeding after all and while his own pride screamed that he didn't need any help, it was countered by his more realistic side.

She seemed to be fairly knowledgeable at least; definently not just grasping at straws and naming off things at random.  He rarely had to deal with things so far out of his league; and when he did it never ended well for him.  He glanced back at her as she retrieved her jacket, studying her briefly before moving on.  He wasn't the type to pay much attention to how a woman looked.  He had bigger responsibilities and an arsenel of reasons to stay away from women, most likely coupled with commitment issues that made certain he stayed single.  His looks, attitude and lifestyle certainly helped too.  She didn't seem baddly hurt, but her style of dress was simply too...professional for this sort of work.  That jacket she tossed in the dumpster probably cost more then he spent on food in a week.

"Look lady, we should probably get going.  I figure the cops here can't be any slower then the ones back home and someone probably reported this."  He took a few experimental steps then, working the kinks and stiffness out of his muscles and bones, making sure he could still manage a straight line, "If this were my turf, I'd just send you home and deal with it myself.  No sense you getting another perfectly good jacket ruined after all.  But uh...I suppose we could share notes or something.  Right?"

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #20 on: January 04, 2009, 04:37:25 PM »
The cops? He had just faced some of his own nightmares, was man handled by seven and odd inches monster, and tossed into brick walls. It made her smirk, but she wasn't certain if there was any humor in it. Should she tell him that she was a detective? She was part of Europol, a well respected Detective outside of her order's influences. That, she did on her own. No cheating, no use of conections to jump the ladders. Io kept her mouth shut, mostly, settling with a, "No worries abou' the police, aye? Unless you're tryin' tae piss them off, you'll be fine." Io rolled her shoulders, nodding either way.

"Bu' aye, you're righ'. An' this is no your turf, now is it?" A brow quirked. Send her home? He was a cocky bastard, if he really thought he had any control over what Io did. She was here to investigate and stop this madness, not please the haughty foreigner who seemed eager to distance himself from her. She was okay with that, Io was used to working alone anyways. Besides, wasn't that what her order intended? It only made more sense now. Al, (because she had to call the monster something) was the thing of horrors. He induced fears on people and played it to their advantage. Her guild knew she feared the Incubus Jack, they were well aware of what he had done to her, because they were the ones who set it up. Made it possible...

Pale gray eyes hardened as she pushed the thoughts away. It was suicidal. Had Io been alone, odds weren't so good that she would be making it out in one piece. They did this on purpose. And, watching the man from the corner of her eye, she was determined...not to tell then that she had possible assistance. Even if it was brief, and most likely that one time. "Io.." She said by ways of introduction, turning around to regard the man again. "Please...jus' call me Io. Lady sounds tae formal. I do no like tha'." She paused a moment, then tilted her head to the side. "Did you have some place in mind?"
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #21 on: January 04, 2009, 05:41:50 PM »
Ah, if only he knew who she worked for.  Had he known, he'd have left right then and there else risk extra trouble.  But he didn't, and had no reason to suspect either.  He was wanted both in the US and internationally for questioning; an incident in Egypt two years ago that had left over a dozen seemingly unrelated people dead and an artifact stolen from a small museum.  In the United States as well for a wide variety of 'crimes' attributed to him.  Of course, in every instance, he was doing something along the lines of what he was doing now; tracking down and dealing with some bad, terrible thing.  And in most cases he would either take the blame or be considered a suspect.  It was just the way his life went.

"Me and cops have never really mixed.  Something about 'vigilante' or 'freak' or something else along those lines."  He turned and started walking towards the mouth of the alley then, hands thrust deeply into the pockets of his jacket.  It was then that Shadow, the albino ferret that so often followed him around, came bounding into view, chittering excitedly now that the situation was over.  The ferret bypassed Jim without a second thought to perch on his hind-legs infront of Io, chittering up at her curiously and sniffing at the air, beady reddish eyes peering at her.  "Name's Jim MachDhai.  The furball whore is Shadow."  He sounded bitter and tired; the ferret always went straight for the girl...traitorous little bastard.

"As for where to go...no clue.  If this was home, there'd be 24-hour dinners and coffee shops and bars to go through.  This place though?  Heh...don't even have enough money for a cheap motel.  Found a hostel thing though; bed's softer then the ground at least."  It was up to her to follow at that point, but he was moving slowly enough to indicate he'd prefer that she did.

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #22 on: January 04, 2009, 06:37:17 PM »
Io actually had to stop and stare at Jim, mouth parted. She looked...dumbfounded, as if the words that had just left his mouth were sacraledge. Then, quite suddenly, she laughed. That infectious sound bubbled from her throat, brightening her already pale grey eyes, and seemed to take some of that hollow ache from her eyes. "We're in France! France. An' you're complainin' abou' no place tae eat? At this hour?" She wasn't making fun of him, but she was certainly teasing. They may not have 'Denny's' here, or some general run of the mill place, but there was always food available. Io jerked her head towards the East, scooping Shadow up with a familiar hand, scritching a nail under his chin, then up towards one of his ears.

"No often tha' you find someone with a ferret as there familiar, aye?" Her smirk hinted that she knew someone else with one... Frank wasn't going to be pleased smelling another ferret on her, let alone being locked inside the hotel she had aquired before leaving for the club. She herself only arrived in the ungodly hours of the morning. The hotel she listed under a different name, spending most of the day casting wards, securing it so that...her order couldn't pin her exact location. They didn't provide the room, Io herself was on her own. "If you're hungry, I ken where tae go, Jim." She caught his stride, lifting the ferret so that he could perch on her shoulder; or burry himself behind her hair like Frank was often doing. Or, commander Jim's shoulder while they were close enough.

Chez Rene' Socca looked very much like a hole in the wall pub. There were traditional dishes expected by the french; stuffed sardines, courgette and aubergine fritters, small fried fish. But, there were also eddible things, such as Socca, which was a sort of sandwich. At this hour there weren't many inside the pub; a few regulars, tourists avoided the place because of the questionable outter appearance...then again, the snobbish french tried to hide their gems. Lucky for Jim, Io spoke French, and her lilting scottish tones turned into the sultry, fluently accented french. She spoke as if she had lived here her whole life; which automatically brought the scowling faces that turned to regard them to dissapate. Io didn't even flinch, smiling calmly asking for a table in the back where they were nodded at and led to.

As alone as they could get' Io dipped her fingers into the glass of water, and began to draw on the glass surface. It was a basic glyph, warding their words. Although their words weren't secretive... Io was a private person. Satisfied, she spoke freely. "Wha' do you think this monster is?"
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #23 on: January 04, 2009, 07:39:44 PM »
"I mean -real- food.  You know?  Steak, or bacon and eggs.  Or a sandwich.  Not this fancy pansy stuff they eat in these parts.  How do these people get any meat on their bones?  Bread and tiny servings for stupid prices."  It wasn't that he complained alot; he just liked to seem angry and unlikeable.  It made his life easier that way.  Shadow made a point of sprawling across her shoulders amidst her hair, nuzzling behind her ear curiously before promptly falling asleep.  He noticed how comfortable the ferret was and just muttered something about 'traitorous freebooter' under his breath, casting an annoyed glare across the street as they walked.  He had a strange tendancy of not looking at any location for long; his eye was always moving from alleys and dark windows to rooftops and passing vehicles, and it was that paranoia that helped him stay alive as long as he did.

"The furball found me in central park years ago.  Hasn't buggered off sense...although he is a sucker for a skirt or a cute face."  Again, he sounded mildly annoyed; Shadow often got Jim tangled up with women, always poking his wet little nose in where it didn't belong.  It was as if the little animal was trying to get the mage a social life or something.  "And as long as where ever you're taking me has some real beer, I'm fine with it.  It's been one of those days."  He rarely drank, and if he did it was usually just one beer to help remind him of home.  As long as it was a good Canadian one and not that piss-water the yanks drank.

The pub she led them too almost seemed acceptable from outside; a little rundown, probably dark and quiet.  The perfect kind of place to enjoy a beer in silence, maybe watch a game on some old television over the bar.  Once inside, he wasn't too dissapointed with the respectable interior, simply hoping it had some real beer to offer.  Her choice of table was on par, and he slid in across from her, remaining silent as she doodled on the table top.  Neat trick, that little rune of hers...he knew what it did, but that wasn't his area of expertice.  "Not something from a physical plane.  If it where...then it'd probably be dead right now."

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Re: Dark Wicked Things (Tag: Kelz)
« Reply #24 on: January 04, 2009, 08:18:04 PM »
"Tae bad..." She muttered it under her breath. If that thing was dead, maybe she'd be able to go home? Io wasn't a violent person, she never actually killed anyone. Seriously maimed and crippled yes, but she never snipped the final string. He order saw that as a handycap. They were closed minded; death was the only solution. Kill it, be done with it, move on. How the hell did you wind up here? Being an orphan could be part of that reason. Her parents died; nothing overly dramatic that led to vendettas. It was a drunk driver, who took a corner too fast, went into the other lane....head on. Instant, or so the story was told. Io had been two.

She leaned back, glancing over the menue that was before them. She was hungry herself, and while steak and potatoes certainly would hit the spot, she settled with a sandwhich. Beer... hell, he was talking to a Scotswoman. She didn't sip wine and lift her pinky with the glass. Whiskey or beer, she was a fan of both. It was here, shortly after they settled down that a woman wearing jeans and a simple black tshirt approached; white apron tied around her slim waste with pens and stains on the front. "Pr
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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