Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 17, 2011 13:49:00 GMT -6
Azrael watched has Icylius tried to grab Max. Azrael did agree with him though...the Assassins...trusted almost no one. But even Azrael was wary of the Legion when Blade spoke of them. They were too shrouded in mystery...he was wary of the Assassins...but they've proven their obedience many a time...but the Legion...they were different...
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Post by Iona on Aug 17, 2011 14:20:31 GMT -6
Pyrrha whacked Halt lightly upside the head, which for her, still knocked a good number of brain cells out in Halt's head. "We're in public, you idiot! And in front of Alemine!" she hissed, fighting to hide her smile. Alemine was their lookout, and saw the man in the booth in the far corner. "It's Attikus! Attikus Seleus Nikator!" she said in a fierce whisper to them. They nodded gravely. "I'm telling you, act normal. He isn't one to be played with. He's reaching stardom back in Auria. They say he's already better than Aseikh, Il Ragnirah's son! He's very powerful, and very, very dangerous," he told them in a low voice. "But...that'd make him better than you," protested Alemine quietly.
Halt's hand strayed to his sword. "We'll see about that," he muttered, but Pyrrha pulled his arm away. "None of that here. We'd endanger Dragona royalty. If not for his sake, than that of the Desert Monk," Pyrrha warned. Halt nodded. "He comes from Auria; they revere monks. He wouldn't...shouldn't try anything here," he said and relaxed, drinking from Pyrrha's drink. The woman didn't mind, so as long as nothing went down. The tension in the air was unmistakenable though.
The lantern sitting on the table next to Attikus shone brighter as he passed his hand over it, toying with the light. The ivy growing on his hand now extended up his arm, growing delicately and yet strongly. He suddenly snapped his gloved hand closed in a fist, and the light went out. Then he opened it again, and the flame in the lantern gave off a ferocious light, making his dark and light eye shine with a seemingly evil glint.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Aug 17, 2011 21:07:54 GMT -6
"You know what." Lien started as he got up from his stool. "I'm going to go look for Oarashi now. . . I'm starting to really feel a bit awkward knowing there are people watching us. . . . and I hate being watched like a mouse to a hawk."
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Post by Faro/Blade on Aug 18, 2011 9:49:38 GMT -6
"If he's the guy who shot an ice spell at someone's roof back in Castle Town, he's up in one of the rooms with someone else whose scent I don't recognize." Blade jabbed his thumb in the direction of the stairs.
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Post by Iona on Aug 18, 2011 15:23:25 GMT -6
Suddenly bored, the man stood up, reaching into his breastpocket and extracting several rupees and the letter. He placed the rupees on the table, and made his way on over to the three Mycenlaeans sitting at the bar.
Halt stopped talking and became very still."Alemine," he said very calmly. Alemine turned and watched Attikus make his way to the bar. "Fifteen feet." A civilian man stepped in front of Attikus, then promptly lowered his head and scooted out of the way of the Mycenlaean. "Seventeen feet..." she said, her head pointed his his direction. "I need you two to move. Pyrrha, don't you dare get in this," he told them, downing the rest of her drink.
"Thirteen feet!" Alemine hissed in a low voice to Halt, as the gap between him and them was rapidly shrinking. Attikus raised his left arm slightly, pulling his large short sword from his scabbard shield. The slight grin on his face grew a little more. "Nine feet! I'm out!" Alemine said to Halt and leapt from her stool, using her powers of wind affinity to push her along away through the air from Attikus, landing near the Desert Monk, but closer to the door for a quick escape.
Pyrrha laid her hand on Halt's, then followed suit with Alemine, minus the flying. She kicked her stool out towards Attikus and walked away, coming to stand near Alemine. "If it gets really ugly, we'll have to leave. Halt can more than handle himself." The woman watched her companion calmly sit there as the warrior assassin zeroed in on him.
Then, Attikus burst into the air, his sword overhead and was coming down on Halt, his sword brought down on an arch, the young man's neck the target. Halt exploded on his feet and drew his sword out faster than it took him to exhale, and blocked Attikus's blow. The clash and screech of metal meeting thundered as Halt used every muscle in his body to keep deflecting the blow. Pressing down on the blade, Attikus smiled coldly. "Getting soft, are we now, assassin?"
Then the blonde haired man promptly pushed himself away, drawing his shield up to block the rapid fire series of attacks Halt launched on him. Halt's arm moved in a blur as he slashed and stabbed at the stronger man with stunning expertise, his face expressionless. Attikus blocked the attacks, stepping back and calmly dodging the katana like blade. Then he pinned Halt's cloak to the bar with his sword, the blade stuck fast in the wood and he held the assassin in place with his shield. Grabbing Halt's jaw firmly, he leaned in to speak to him, his voice just a low murmur. Halt stopped struggling and listened intently, a curious, new light shining in his eyes as one side of his mouth raised up similiarly to that as his rival's grin.
Attikus stood back. "Deal," Halt said, smiling with icy triumph. Pyrrha narrowed her eyes and Alemine shivered. This couldn't be good.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 18, 2011 15:55:46 GMT -6
Azrael looked at Alemine as she landed near him and wondered what was going on as he heard the sound of blades hitting eachother, he got a look just as he saw the hooded man strike a dagger into Halt's cloak..pinning him to the bar.
Azrael managed to keep himself in the seat...he wasn't going to jump head first into this.
He watched as the hooded man whispered into Halt's ear and watched the grin form on his face...Azrael got chills...something was amiss...he didn't know these people very well...but he could feel something was not right.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Aug 18, 2011 19:56:58 GMT -6
Max giggled as Icylius grabed him by the shirt, and then suddenly Alemine floated over by Azrael. Max smiled deviously and shrugged Icylius off of him. He looked back to wink at him as he strolled over to Alemine.
Icylius almost had a heart attack, he would have lurched forward to grab the little brat but suddenly two men to his left began to fight each other. He breathed a sigh of relief as Max stopped to see all the commotion.
Maximus frowned at the two men who began battling inside the inn. As before, this was not a place for fighting and it bothered him, so Max spoke up. "Hey, you two better be done. Or else solve your differences outside, cause you won't fight in here," he yelled a little angrily. It probably sounded strange coming from a little boy, but Max meant every word he said.
Icylius actually smiled at the little kid for once, he admired how Max would stand up to anyone if there was something he didn't like going on. The smile faded just in time as Icylius scooted off his stool and stood next to Maximus, ready to help him if anything went wrong.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Aug 18, 2011 22:29:20 GMT -6
Blade turned to the Legion members with a bored, yet incredulous look on his face. "I think it's about time you told me what's going on." He said rather nonchalantly, taking another backwash-heavy swig of whiskey.
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Post by Iona on Aug 18, 2011 22:48:20 GMT -6
The two Mycenlaeans glanced at Max, then at Blade. Attikus released Halt and shoved the letter from his breastpocket at him. The same small grin flitted over his lips and his eyes glittered in cold mirth. "Now, good sir," he said in his strange, flowing and yet harsh accent, "why would he do that?" He sheathed his sword, putting it back in his scabbard shield. Halt glared at the hole in his cloak and let the material fall with a miffed gesture. He chuckled at Blade, plucking off a misplaced port bottle from the bar without the bartender looking.
"Yes. Why would I do that? I have all the reasons to distrust you and your Assassins, as you do likewise," he commented. Pyrrha came over, interested, and Alemine followed in behind, smiling both apologetically and shyly at Max and Icylius. Halt was pocketing the letter, but Pyrrha promptly snatched it out of his hands. Alemine pretended to be uninterested and meek, her eyes looking through her bangs as they fell forward when she plucked at the hem of her skirt.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Aug 18, 2011 22:57:04 GMT -6
"If he's the guy who shot an ice spell at someone's roof back in Castle Town, he's up in one of the rooms with someone else whose scent I don't recognize."
What? lien shot his head up at Blade's mention on where his friend Oarashi was at. With someone he didn't regonized? The Dragon prince had felt the coppery tang of adrenaline run over his tongue as he wondered who exactly was the person Blade mentioned. It couldn't be Yami, so Lien was left with the choice that it was hopefully another Sea Dragon. . . . Or a Dark Dragon.
His head was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a tustle going on behind him, watching as a man pinned the other with their weapons locked to gether. There were a whisper of words exchanged between them, but even with his dragon hearing, Lien couldn't pick up anything what they said. Perhaps he should leave now. After all, the sea dragon was upstairs hiding something from the dragon Prince. Lien made to turn around and leave towards the stairs.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Aug 18, 2011 23:08:13 GMT -6
"You want our trust though. So in order to earn it, you do something that ensures a lack of trust between our groups. Seems odd to me."Blade said.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 18, 2011 23:17:24 GMT -6
Azrael silently watched the two groups speak to each other, the Desert Monk downed the rest of his mead and left the half-eaten steak forgotten as he walked over and stood next to Blade.
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Post by Iona on Aug 18, 2011 23:37:30 GMT -6
Exasperated, Alemine scratched her head and scowled. "But...that doesn't mean we have to tell you stuff, right?" Alemine questioned. Halt crossed his arms. "Possibly. But not only that, but I do believe that likewise to gain it, you must also earn it. Look, we are both groups of shady origins and darker actions. Gaining trust is going to take a while. Besides, how do we know you're not going to take that information and screw us over?" Halt questioned, sheathing his own sword. Pyrrha opened and studied the letter, a troubled look on her face.
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Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 18, 2011 23:39:56 GMT -6
"We could say the same thing about you..." A voice said from a dark corner of the room. Azrael's red eyes looked over at the corner as Torak, Master Assassin of the Assassin's of Hyrule steppd forth. Like always, his hood was over his head. Concealing his facial features.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Aug 18, 2011 23:54:11 GMT -6
"A good question, but it's like this: If I obtain information directly from you, then something negative for your Legion happens as a result, who do you blame? If I stole it without your knowledge, locating the leak would be more difficult. By not going behind your back in the first place, I'm showing trust." Blade explained.
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