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Post by General Zarek on Mar 22, 2005 22:30:54 GMT -6
Zareks walks into the throne room, his breast plate catching the faint light. His heavy metal boots clank loudly as he makes his way across the empty room, stopping before the empty throne. "Odd, no queen, or Lye. How am I suppose to meet those two if they aren't here. I finally remember where we are to go and no one shows up. And where in all the things fuzzy is that socket wrench....errr....gabriel ratchet at? Why did I pick Lysandor for this." Zarek sighs and stops in front of the empty throne. He turns and, standing at the foot of the pedestal up to the throne, crosses his arms in front of him. "becuase he's almost as old as I am. Who am I missing? And why am I talking aloud to myself? Oh yeah, Yashea. Why that fallen? She's not even an elite. And why am I still talking to myself?"
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Post by Thane on Mar 23, 2005 23:17:58 GMT -6
Red eyes peer from under a black cloak behind a pillar in the darkest and most heavly shadowed resesses behind the chair of power. A booming and gravely voice calls out and echoes around the room from the cloaked figure: "I am here... my Liege..." The large dark figure stands and steps into the dim light from his crouched vantage point behind the pillar. "Her Dark Majesty and Lady Lye haven't been here for some time... hours..." Thane grumbles lost in thought. "Their scent is faded and the blinking gizmo my Queen amuses herself with is gone dark..." Thane lightly tosses the gameboy to the General for his inspection. "As for thoughts on other matters... I know why I am here..." Thane moves silently to salute then stand a step below his General before the throne, "...I'm sure M'Lord has his just reasons for... their... involvment." as Thane's bright eyes turn and he nods toward the entrance just as the grand doors begin to open.
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Post by Lye on Mar 24, 2005 1:32:05 GMT -6
Lye walks in with her lips pursed thinly, her arms crossed, and she looks generally distressed. "Hello...gentlemen...umm...." she has a pained expression as she speaks as if giving a confession, "The Queen is not in her room. And I...don't know exactly where she is. All I know is that she has left Hell."
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 25, 2005 8:41:18 GMT -6
Lysandor walks in the Throne Room cautiously, his androgynous features are set in a vaguely suspicious half-frown. His sterling silver eyes are respectfully on the General, but one would be foolish to believe he has ignored the two others. Lysandor is short for a Fallen, and his lean and trim build makes him seem even more so. His pale, silvery blond hair falls to his shoulders, and sometimes below, in very uneven locks, and is not tied back in any way. He is wearing black leather pants that fit a bit tighter than what one would think to be comfortable, and a hip-length, leather jacket with black faux-fur lining the collar and sleeves. Both have been torn and repaired so much that they appear to be patchwork leather. Occasionally showing from the folds of his jacket are Lysandor's chosen weapons, hanging inside well within reach. His soft-soled, leather boots make only whispers of sound on the floor, and look as though they were made in the medieval era with their black suade.
He retains the unhealthy aura of one who had been ill days, too sick to eat or move. To those who know of his "condition," it is a sign that he will be competent enough for the next few days.
Despite his smaller stature, and slightly starved appearance, well-developed muscles ripple beneath his warmly tanned skin. Two small scars decorate his face, one bisecting his left eyebrow, and the other going into his right upper lip. Another scar, jagged and upraised, seems to curl up to his right shoulder, a telltale sign of what lies beneath the jacket.
Lysandor stops a few feet in front of Zarek, and salutes him smartly. "Reporting for whatever duty you have need of me, General." He looks about the Throne Room curiously, as though his orders will appear written on the wall.
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Post by Thane on Mar 26, 2005 18:14:37 GMT -6
Thane cocks his head slightly under his hood to release a muffled, "Humph..." to Lye's revelation of the Queen's sudden disappearance. His arms cross and a meaty paw goes to his face to stroke his chin, his eyes lost in wonder. What could have brought this notion of the queen to exodus the safety of hell without her escort?
Thane's thoughts are interrupted by Lysandor's entrance. This fallen is different from the rest of hells fallen hordes that he is much shorter than his kindred, something Thane has in common for being a bit short his race, and the fact that to Thane, though scarred and tortured, Lysander still fumes of angel. Very odd for one being fallen for so long. Thane crouches where he stood, because it feels more comfortable to him being Ratchet kind, he finds it helps him to think as well. His red eyes squint and he again becomes lost in thought, he mutters to himself, "Why..." he ponders, "...Why would her majestic darkness do something so... so... reckless?"
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Post by Yashea on Mar 26, 2005 20:50:41 GMT -6
A quiet rustling is heard at the entrance of the throne room and as all eyes turn in that direction, Yashea pops hear head around the door and very nearly squeaks to see everyone looking at her. Clearing her throat nervously, she pads slowly into the room. Her feet are bare and she wears only a long emerald-green silk skirt with matching lace-up bodice. Her upper arms are adorned with silver circlets and she wears a silver wristcuff with an onyx stone, but no other jewelry. She nods at the General, her long pale blonde hair falling foward to cover her eyes. "I.." she rasps and clears her throat again. "I have come as requested...sir." She is unsure of the proper honorifics, as well as any proper protocol when in company with the Queen's elite. She has spent too much time in the merchant towns and taverns and forgotten a lot of the rules of the court.
She had absolutely no idea why she was there, in fact. She figured she had rather fallen through the cracks of Hell's society -- and in all honesty, wasn't too upset with the fact. Crossing her arms protectively over her chest, her bright amber eyes, that stood out startlingly from her dark skin, roamed over the other figures in the room. She fairly recognized or knew of everyone, but that did not serve to calm her. Her fingernails were embedded in the soft skin of her shoulders, quite without her realizing it. Light pale scars criss-crossed over her arms, shoulders and neck, with others undoubtedly hidden by her clothing. She realized she had not acknowledged anyone else in the room, and quickly bowed her head and smiled in everyone else's general direction.
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Post by Thane on Mar 29, 2005 2:37:00 GMT -6
Thane's attentions shift to Yashea as she quietly enters and nervously makes her acknowledgments to the small group of Elite soldiers. Thane nods to silently return pleasantries with Yashea and then returns his attentions again to Lye. Thane casually draws his Black Scimitar to inspect its edge for battle readiness. His thick fingers delicately caress the blade as he inspects the length for any hint of imperfection in it's sharpness.
Thane abruptly speaks, "All are accounted..." Thane rumbles as his eyes turn to look at Zarek, "What is our next move of action General?" He fully stands square to the stairs looking proud but rather short amidst the fallen who now surround him, He puffs his chest and speaks boldly as he snaps to attention, his sword in a marine salute, "We stand ready to act on your command M'Lord." his eyes glint with anicipation.
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 29, 2005 19:30:03 GMT -6
Lysandor glances at the Gabriel Racthet Elite, wondering at his enigmatic words. His frown deepends slightly, but Yashea arrives before he can say anything. It is clear from her actions and speech that she isn't wholly comfortable in the crowd, but Lysandor does nothing to do anything about that. If anything, his stance becomes slightly more tense. A series of muscles spasm down his back, invisible beneath his jacket. Were his wings still attached, they would have been drawn further to his body.
"What is our situation, General?" Lysandor finally asks tonelessly. "I understand from our summons that Her Royal Majesty, the Queen, requires new guards . . . But would she not be present for the initial interview were that the case? I merely ask for confirmation and information, sir."
He waits patiently for answer or rebuke, crossing his arms in front of his chest thoughtfully. As he gazes out at the others, he silently counts and memorizes their faces. From what the Gabriel Rachet Elite said, they were all present. If these were to be his future rivals or comrades, Lysandor wanted to be able to recognize them. In any case, it didn't hurt to know them. One never knew what situation might arise.
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Post by General Zarek on Mar 30, 2005 9:15:44 GMT -6
Zarek stretches out his back and wings, spreading his giant metal wings wide, and sighs. "Of course the queens ran off when we she has duties to perform. She is impossible to keep an eye on. All right, I guess now we got to find the queen. Lye, do you have any idea where she may be?:
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Post by Lye on Mar 31, 2005 5:15:12 GMT -6
"No...she left and specifically didn't tell me where she was going. But she only has a few haunts up on the surface so..." she shrugged. "Before we go by process of elimination, let me try a mental call." She bowed her head and spoke with thought, calling out to Ghostie, asking where she was.
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Post by Thane on Mar 31, 2005 12:53:05 GMT -6
Thane stands at ease watching and listening intently. He looks to the General with a puzzled look all over his face. Thane can't hold his silence any longer he throws off his hood and he reverently speaks, "M'Lord... Isn't Lye her majesty's personal guard?" He asks with his head tilted slightly, "Something about this doesn't sum up."
Thane grumbles as he pats his blade in his hand, "I fear that Our Lady of the Damned wishes not to be found as evident that Lye remains and our Queen has vanished, by leaving Lye, her most trusted guard and confidant to flee alone." Thane looks to Lye as she attempts her telepathic link to Ghostie. "Something... must be very wrong." His voice carries out and becomes very low and pointed, "Or worse... She may be in danger."
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 31, 2005 15:47:52 GMT -6
Lysandor shakes off his initial irritation at being ignored when he hears the conversation. He frowns fully, the expression calling attention to his two facial scars. He looks between the General, the Gabriel Rachet Elite, and what had to be the Queen's bodyguard, realization dawning in his mind.
"Surface?" the Fallen asks quietly, so as not to disturb Lye's concentration. "You mean the mortal realm?"
He doesn't expect a response, as it was a mere surprised question. He stares down intensely at the Throne Room floor, his sterling eyes simmering with unspoken thought. He looks up at Thane's comment.
"If there is even the slightest possiblity of Her Majesty being in danger, then we must act with the utmost care and haste," Lysandor grumbles to himself, though loudly enough to be heard by the others. He doesn't quite know how the 'mental call' works, and tries to keep as quiet as possible.
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Post by Lye on Apr 1, 2005 0:24:07 GMT -6
Lye straightens, opening her eyes, looking miffed. "Her Majesty is TOYING with me. Grr. Well she didn't say anything...but I saw...she's outside on a street. With lots people. And she's probably either under a lot of streetlights, around a party, or under fireworks, because there was light up high even though she was in darkness. Do any of you know of any big festivals the humans are holding right now, perchance?"
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Post by Yashea on Apr 1, 2005 9:32:37 GMT -6
Yashea's face holds a look of utter disgust she cannot help. "The mortal realm..." she spits. She does -not- want to go there, but she has been summoned and must do her duty, such as it is. She turns to Lye, her lip curling distastfully.
"I do not know of a specific mortal holiday or event right now, but they're always holding some inane or ridiculous celebration. Though it is spring so there might be a festival, celebrating the season's renewal. Emotional weak-minded dreck," she sneers, then grows quiet her arms still wrapped around her. She will have to try and control herself when they go topside. Her brow furrows briefly...she hasn't been up there with humans for a long time. Again, as she looks around at the others, she can't help but ask herself why she had been called. Here's hoping I can be of some use, she thought.
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Post by Thane on Apr 1, 2005 12:23:20 GMT -6
"All Fool's Day... Only humans would worship the fool." Thane blurts out, "And a Chinese rite called Ching Ming..." He stops to thinks for a second. "The festival where unhappy spirits walk in the human world." Thane gets a mean look cross his face, "Unsuspecting lot inevitably summon lowly demons and prisoners of our queen allowing them to escape to their plane." Thane huffs, " ... that I consequently have to track and return ... usually at this time of their calendar, second only to All Hallows Eve and Dia De Los Muertos." Thane looks to Lye, "It fits ... did you see paper lanterns, silk ceremonial robes..." Thane's eyes flare, "You said fireworks ... they use fireworks to frighten away the evil spirits... Imbeciles." Thane sheathes his sword and gets a look of eagerness in his eyes. "Shall we crash their party?" Thane barks with a wicked smile, "Our Queen is most likely there... I'm sure of it."
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Post by Lye on Apr 2, 2005 2:17:35 GMT -6
Lye smacks her forehead. "Aww, April Fool's Day! I forgot this year! And Ghostie's gone too..." She looks up at Thane. "Aherm. Anyway. Your guess seems as good as any, so I think it is the lead to follow."
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Post by Lysandor on Apr 2, 2005 8:56:09 GMT -6
Lysandor has never heard of the holidays mentioned. The only spring holiday he can recall is Easter, but why would Her Imperial Queen of Hell go to the mortal realm to celebrate such a day? He is forced to conceded that the Gabriel Rachet knows more of the mortal realm, as does the bodyguard. But something catches his attention . . .
"April . . . Fools?" he asks in total confusion. The more he hears, the more it sounds like a human thing to do. "Why would there be a day for fools, and in the month of April?"
Lysandor goes back into his thoughts, trying to remember what was so significant about the month of April. Or course, having never attempted to learn as much as he could of the human culture, just enough to blend in, he doesn't know as much.
"April was a new year in some European countries," Lysandor states. "Namely France. However, this knowledge may prove faulty. I haven't been up to the mortal realm in centuries . . ." Hearing what he has said, he quickly inclines his head in a short, almost apologetic, bow to the General. "Despite this, General, I am ready and willing to do whatever it takes."
He looks at Thane, and though his expression is more-or-less mildly indifferent, it's clear that he would follow the Gabriel Rachet, since he seems to have much more knowledge than he on the subject of the modern day mortal realm.
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Post by General Zarek on Apr 2, 2005 9:01:01 GMT -6
"Of course, she decides to go playing today. I bet she's laughing her fuzzy little ass off at this. It's just a big game." He brings a hand up and rubs his eyes. "I hate the mortal realm. Fine, Thane. After we all get into proper attire we'll meet outside the gates in the mortal realm."
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Post by General Zarek on Apr 2, 2005 9:09:14 GMT -6
Zarek unfolds his arms and waves a hand dismissivly at Lysandor. "Bah. This is no big deal. She does this alot. As long as no one does something stupid, like our last big trip to the bar, we should be fine. And hopefully my attire will make it with out harm for once. When we get up there, Thane should not have much of a problem tracking her. That doggy nose of his has more uses than telling him when he needs a bath."
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Post by Thane on Apr 2, 2005 13:38:33 GMT -6
Thane bows to the General for his complements to his tracking ability. "Thank you M'Lord." Thane then Looks up at Lysandor and plants a meaty paw on Lysandor's shoulder, and begins to usher the group to the doors. "When one tracks the escaped on the mortal plane, one learns quickly that gatherings are a prime target for locating your quarry." Thane smiles a mean smile, "Plus you get to scare the sh*t out of countless mortals, I love it when I can smell their fear." Thane says with a wicked grin and a fiery gleam in his eye. "I particularly like to Howl and scare them good, get them shaking. Then I'll pop one of my flame bombs at the edge of the crowd so they all can see my silhouette walking amidst the fires." Thane adopts a stalkers pose, "Then I'll leap on my victim..." Thane barks as he makes an incredible leap to the doors landing on all fours, "...still ablaze as I rend them asunder..." He says his eyes glowing with fury, he calmly stands again looking Lysander in the eye as he props open the Throne room door. "The screams..." Thane says with a morbid reverence, " ...Are like a hypnotic symphony."
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