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| Casting a Stone; [p] Rhigose | |
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| Topic Started: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:58 pm (126 Views) | |
| Lucian Baneheim | Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:58 pm Post #1 |
 
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Lucian seemed very happy with himself as he leaned against the wall of a building along the pier. He held his cutlass against the ground and spun it around with the tip of his fingers. He was somewhat annoyed at how long this meeting was taking to start, but he was too happy with himself to really be angry. He occasionally turned his head left to right to scan over the crowd, his glasses gleaming a bit against the dusk sunlight. There was something about near-nighttime sea air that put an almost childish energy into the man. He moved his finger to let the cutlass begin to fall before he moved forward to grab its hilt and put it onto his hip. With a small chuckle and a skip he started to move forward. With a roll of his eyes he looked to the sun on the horizon, "I guess I should move to the meeting site then? I do hate to anger the lad." As he moved he kept one hand pressed onto the hilt of his cutlass, the other in the pocket of his dress jacket. He couldn't help but feel over-dressed as he looked over the crowd of unruly sailors that the dock played home to. Dismissing the thought, he moved to an alley near a local bar, one of the few that still served the fools that wandered into this place. The alley was rather large, a nice distance between the tavern and the building next door, and it housed a few tables and barrels of supplies for both buildings. Lucian took a seat at one of the tables, leaning back comfortably in the wooden chair that seemed on the border of breaking at any moment. Within a few moments, the man leaned his head onto one of his hands and began tapping his fingers, and kept his sinister smile on his face. |
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Sat Jul 31, 2010 1:07 am Post #2 |
 
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The docks of Taras made him feel something close to pity for the humans he passed. Many of them claimed some different heritage, and no doubt would've taken offense at being put on the same level as their rivals. Rhigose honestly didn't care. To him, anyone with the lesser intellect of the other races were equally as deserving of scorn to him; why waste his time separating them by their individuals failings, when each of them failed in so many ways already? He was already in a foul mood, in no small part by the letter that had found its way to him. Someone, a man whose name hadn't been mentioned, claimed to know Yaksha. This alone drew enough ire from him, without reading further. He'd been tempted to freeze it brittle as glass, and shatter it between his hand, but he knew that an ignored plea for help would stick him right on the wrong side of Yaksha. One of the few men he felt anything other than outright disgust for, though even he couldn't say what he felt about the lich. The letter had contained a plea for help; a man, no less, who refused to address Yaksha himself, instead asking the proud dragon to send his message along. The temptation to shatter the one who'd summoned him was nearly as strong as it had been to shatter the note itself. Yaksha, however, had been almost amused to see the note. He had given Rhigose a blade, and sent him on his way. Even as his hand went to the hilt of the dark-red sword, he couldn't help but sneer. He'd never had any use for blades; what purpose did they serve for a creature whose claws could rend nearly any substance that existed? But again, for the sake of the man he called his master, he had brought it with him. The dragon finally entered the bar he'd been tasked to meet this man at, and he stood at the doorway, glancing to and fro; no matter how much the man waved or screamed for him, he wouldn't step from his spot. Let the one who'd so wasted his time be the fool, not himself. |
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| Lucian Baneheim | Sat Jul 31, 2010 2:02 am Post #3 |
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He raised his voice, noticing the man rather quickly, "The alley, good man. Less people to bother us." He smiled, waiting for the man. He really would prefer in the bar, but he knew that if he wanted to actually concentrate on their business he'd have to stay away from drunk women and alcohol, a combination that always seemed to get the lich in trouble, specifically when they were combined together. For a moment his head bobbed back to remember the few times he could still remember through the haze. He had had some good times since he game to Chaon, and as much as he'd deny it, he had enjoyed the country so much since he arrived. With a nod, he stood up, replacing his hand onto the hilt of the cutlass, moving to the street for a moment and scanning it, smiling at the people. He was unnaturally happy with the people that he saw, the bustle of the poor and the uncaring. The look in his eyes was like a look of being home, and the smile on his face seemed to attest to this as well. After a few more moments of nostalgia and smiling into space, he moved to the door, leaning on the wall next to it, and sighing, "Unless you'd prefer to talk here, either way is fine by me. The seats in the alley aren't exactly what I'd call comfortable, and I do love the scenery. Humans are such beautiful creatures, I must say. Almost like a live comedy, wouldn't you say?" He smiled as he looked to the man. He was somewhat impressive, and by the looks of him, annoyed. Lucian brought a cigarette to his mouth and lit it while he awaited his response, keeping one of his eyes on the man the whole time. He was alive, at least, which was a little unexpected. Shaking the match fire out, he took a short drag before breaking smoke from his nose, and moving his head to face the man fully, "I assume from the look on your face you're not too pleased to be meeting with me, Mr.Rhigose." |
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Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:50 am Post #4 |
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Rhigose stared at the man that had called him so far from the home of his friend, and he couldn't help but notice the frightening power of the man before him. It was nothing compared to Yaksha himself, and even Rhigose may have had a chance at dealing with him had he been given enough time to prepare. But here, and now, this man was to be considered a greater threat than he was prepared to handle. Still, he couldn't hold back a snort of disgust when he heard the man speaking of the humans around him; he gestured himself, and spoke in a voice like a rapidly approaching avalanche. "Beautiful? Perhaps in the same way a line of ants trying to lift a larger creature is beautiful. They are a comedy, though. I'll give you that much." His gaze hardened while the cigarette lit inches from him; he'd known Yaksha to smoke cigars from time to time, and he had been angered enough by those horrid sticks of smoke and flame in the past. His hand curled outward, snatching the cigarette and crushing it between his fist. "That would be your second strike. Your first was refusing to meet Yaksha himself, and insisting on dragging me out here. If you insist on displeasing me, I'll simply take my leave and tell Yaksha you're uninterested in his support. Whatever you may need it for." It wasn't much of a bluff; he already despised the man before him. He couldn't help but feel a sort of infuriatingly prideful air to the man, as if the entire world was his plaything. That was the dragon's place to stand. No mere human deserved to stand beside him. |
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| Lucian Baneheim | Sat Jul 31, 2010 7:50 pm Post #5 |
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He raised an eyebrow, just shrugging it off for the moment. There was as little sarcasm in his voice as he could muster, "My apologies, should we just get to business then? I really only have two concerns I need assistance with. One of them I will likely have to speak to him, but I'd like to avoid that as best I can." He flared his nostrils for a moment before pulling himself off of the wall of the tavern. He wasn't quite sure if he should have leaned on it in the first place, the building likely home to a litany of germs... then again his body wasn't exactly alive anymore. With a chuckle, he threw the thought away. He turned his head to the man and took a moment to think of the way to word it. He might as well get the less demanding one out of him first, "My first question is about this thing called the Shadow society. Not a lot of information on them, but what I have heard... I could use the connections you see. New to the country, and it never helps to have an underground system." He rose his brow and nodded, confirming that was the end of his first thought. He was actually gauging the man's reaction at the same time, getting a rather sick amusement out of the look he was sure to have on his face. It made him sick to his stomach to think of working with other undead things, but he didn't exactly have a choice as far as this country went, specifically with the ambitions he had grown of late. With a nod, he spoke rather frankly, "The second matter can wait, it's a little less important that one, and could actually be solved if the first one is." He placed both of his hands in his jacket's pockets, relaxing his stance quite a bit. One of his eyes kept especially locked on a nearby shadow, not really feeling like having to fight should this already irritable peon get even angrier. |
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