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| The Phoenix Effect; [GRP]/[P] Graham | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Jul 28, 2011 3:20 pm (523 Views) | |
| Graham Sideas | Tue Aug 30, 2011 9:13 am Post #16 |
 
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Graham's troupe of undead continued their work, mostly uninterrupted as well. They fully intended to work their way through day and night until the building was complete, which worked well for the Phantom. It was the sort of thing that he wished for them, after all. Whether they were alive or dead, he'd just have to deal with the living ones sleeping comfortably. For now. The Phantom began to pace the construction site, keeping his eyes moving from worker to worker, and sometimes to the elf. He was debating questioning the man's courage, though he knew that he himself was not much of a fighter either. His true skills laid within his art, and he could be happy with that. He continued about his work, or rather the watching of others work. And that was uneventful. He was careful, watching over his shoulder for the elf when it came to parts of the construction that were meant to be for his eyes only, taking special care that the stone was made to seem like it wasn't even there. No simple task, but the undead that worked under him were risen with the simple purpose of masonry, and they did their work without rest. It was a rather beautiful bit of poetry, really. Phillip skipped in circles around his master as they looked over the site. He somewhat regretted that his master didn't bring Lucius or Hector. Neither of them would have been useful for the construction, but they did have a ways with amusing the young ghost. They were amusing folk, if only when it came to making fun of them. The downsides of their physical bodies came a lack of their minds, the young boy keeping the rapier sharp wit that he had had in life. In a way, it was the reason that he was kept around for so long. He'd have to find something to amuse himself soon. The undead that burrowed below began to dig upwards, their meals from before finished comfortably. They dug just under the surface of where the secret doors were going to be built, not breaking the surface just yet. The undead would build the door mechanisms when the entirety of the building was made. They would usher in the workers in the next night or two so that they could begin setting stone into the catacombs below, perhaps helping to break into the nearby sewers of Taras. With any luck, the cathedral would work out just as intended. And hopefully be done before they suspected. The Phantom wasn't very fond of Taras, finding the shadows of the place uncomfortably long, and the stillness of it disturbing. Even for a master of the undead, it made his metaphorical skin itch. He turned to Phillip and nodded towards the camp, "A few hours rest is fine, begin awaking my personal workers. The rest from the SS can remain asleep, if they wish." The young ghost nodded, floating off towards the sleeping cots. They were wasting too much time with their need for rest, causing the Phantom regret the fact that he brought living workers. So much trouble, the damn pulses... |
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| Lyavel | Sat Sep 17, 2011 2:27 pm Post #17 |
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Unlike before, Lyavel didn't go as far as to actually stand 'within' the site of construction, but rather took it upon himself to linger just on the outskirts of its exterior; close enough so that he was able to tough one of the in progress walls, but far enough so that anything which fell (namely undead things) wouldn't happen to land on him and cause him any unwanted impact related injuries. It was also a subconscious defence mechanism in case of a second incursion of bandits; or something akin to that. Whilst he had little worry that the legion of the damned would be able to combat effectively any threat that would dare itself stupid enough to make itself known, he was not a fan of violence, nor combat; it was such a barbaric sport. The awe of the initial build effort had begun to drift away from the Elf as he stood, examining it further; like he had been for the entire day. The building, namely its architect were still of great interest of the elf, but just standing there observing an automated machine go about their work was losing the effect it had before. Perhaps the whole outburst of violence had somewhat darkened the elf's mood regarding the camaraderie and perfect drill of the phantom's undead army. It was doubtful; more akin to the fact that Lyavel had just grown slightly bored of having nothing more to do than stand around with nothing to do. Whilst he wasn't once for overly stressful activities, he did get bored rather easily, and also preferred to be able to actively do something. “You… Ethereal.” And before he knew it, the Elf had hailed his associate in something of a rather blunt fashion. It had just dawned on the man of his lack to both gain the name of his associate as well as introduce himself to the man; whilst the situation of the affair perhaps lent itself against such a notion, Lyavel found himself abhorred such etiquette on his part. Oddly enough, however, that was not the reason that Lyavel had tried to gain the attention of the ‘puppeteer’. In fact, it was just a quick thought which he had to make sure would factor in to a conversation, possibly the upcoming one, in the near future. Lyavel had been intrigued by the motives for the structure being created by his associate, and also how it would eventually pan out; as such, with the resumed working to restart in a short amount of time from that moment, he deemed it worthy to finally put his questions into audible form. The initial feeling of content to simply watch the building ensue had gone, replaced with the actual curiosity in needing to know at that particular time what the man actually planned to do with the building. “I desire to know what your actual… plans… with this building are,” he followed up with; his words smooth and not missing a beat. “My sense of curiosity wills me to gain knowledge from your mouth itself than simply gauging it with my eyes. You could say my curiosity has finally been piqued.” Whilst it was slightly true, he had been interested since his arrival there; it was only then that he decided it was time to actual go about asking what was going on. He doubted he’d get a straight answer… |
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| Graham Sideas | Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:28 am Post #18 |
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The Phantom hid a twitch of irritation at the calling of ethereal, for two major reasons. The first being he never introduced himself and the other being that it was indeed something that he was, but it wasn't a fact he was remarkably happy about. When it came to dancing around the touch of death one had little choice so far as surviving the encounters went, but he wouldn't ever admit to finding the results to be remarkably inopportune. He found his usual emotionless mask marred by a rather mirthless smile, "Graham will be sufficient, Elf. It is the name that the Society refers to me by, so it will be good enough for their members to call me by. Whatever their standing amongst it..." He had to admit that he had little respect for the living since his time as an undead but very few of them carried themselves as well as the elf. He seemed to show a certain self-awareness that the average mortal human that Graham had acquainted himself with often lacked. Then again, most of them were stricken with fear or already dead so he wouldn't lie and say his pool of information was rather limited. It had actually been a while since he talked to a living person in a neutral manner. The only time he could remember before this recently was a business meeting, and not the sort of thing he'd consider being neutral. Then again, in some mild way this was business as well. Whether one could consider it cult business or Society business, that was wholly up to interpretation, and one's knowledge of the church's foundation. He found himself somewhat amused now that he thought of it in that way. When one was considering their chances and choices in the future, one had to look at men in two different lights. The first was their loyalty to groups they associated with. The second, and more important, was loyalty to themselves. Very few men would turn away profit for the sake of loyalty if it boiled down to it. He had a feeling self preservation was the sort of thing the Elf would sign on for quite happily. He spoke quietly, enough so that only the Elf could hear him, "Are you asking as a man of the Society, or a curious man asking for himself? I will admit telling you would make my job infinitely easier. However, were I to not be able to trust you, which I no doubt believe that you are as slippery as a snake's hide, then telling you would complicate matters more then the simplicity a few days offers me." He took a breath after the rather long monologue, though afterwards he rose a brow and mentally questioned himself. It isn't like he had breath to run out of as he rambled. Perhaps a habit? He had always done weird things when he was alive, like playing with his hair. Now he was barely aware of the snow white pelt he had growing from his head. Before he drifted too far into this train of thought, however, he reminded himself that he was dancing around a rather enigmatic individual at that very moment. Not the best time to worry about personal quirks. He cleared his throat - another point that made him confused but he ignored it for now - and gave the Elf a half smile, "Which is it, then?" |
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| Lyavel | Fri Dec 9, 2011 11:56 pm Post #19 |
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Lyavel eyed the phantom from the corner of his eye following his hailing. Though a minor gauge of his associate had been gained, the Elf had little notion of the intricacy of his working, potentially psychotic inner psyche. As such, he hoped that the rather blunt statement caused offence of some kind; despite a small portion of his brain hoping for the complete opposite; just to see what it would be like if the phantom did, in fact, turn into something… unexpected. But, with little notable change noticed by the Elf, Lyavel could rest easy, knowing that the machine of the dead wouldn’t be turning on him. The idea of them trampling him as they had done the bandits was disconcerting, to say the least. Upon his giving of his name, or at least something for Lyavel to call him by, the Elf’s mind ticked over as to trying to remember whether or not he had actually introduced himself to the man. Of course, it would have been absolutely abhorrent for the phantom to not have known his name; fact being, Lyavel had just assumed those who had contacted ‘Graham’ regarding the assistance from Lyavel, or Krasus as he would have been known, would have informed the phantom of his name. He’d leave it for the time being, despite being replied as to his race by the phantom (assuming it was just in response to being called by his), trusting in the competence of those who had organised this whole affair. But they hadn’t told Lyavel the name of the phantom… Regardless, by the time his mind had come anywhere near in deciding the trivialities of whether or not had been introduced, his associate had begun to speak once more; attracting the Elf’s golden gaze, a small, oddly charming smile forming as he began to speak. Lyavel had made it quite clear, mentally at least, that he had no doubt whatsoever as to this man’s hidden agenda, so to speak; and he all but confirmed such in response to Lyavel’s question. Then again, Lyavel was quite sure that if the phantom had desired for him to remain totally oblivious to such a fact, the Elf would have remained so. He sniffed, amused, at Graham’s question; his response calm, not as quiet as his associate’s in its tone, but quiet enough to keep it private. It was as if he was used to such thing. “Whilst I digress, it is via my own, personal curiosity that desires the knowledge; I could also claim that it is in the interest of the society for me, for us, to both know.” He didn’t even try to mask his insincerity. He had assumed the phantom much like himself, and Lyavel had decided to take the route of being honest with the phantom. Well, honest was a strong word; blunt would have sufficed better. “I’ll be honest with you, ‘Graham’. My ties to the Shadow Society are… loose… to put in perspective. A means to an end if you will. I help them to help me. I assume you understand?” His already charming smile tinged into a wider, more sincere smile. “I doubt what you tell me will even leave this place, let alone make its way into the knowledge of our peers.” Of course he was lying; well, partially, at the very least. He had little qualms in using what the phantom could potentially tell him later on as some form of leverage. His arms folded across his chest, gaze turning from the phantom back down to the build effort. He had no desire to say more, believing that what had been said was sufficient enough to gain the knowledge which he wanted. |
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| Graham Sideas | Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:30 am Post #20 |
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Graham had to admit that beyond the obvious feeling of the man being a snake, the response the Elf gave him made him grow a certain respect for him. He could certainly understand someone living for themselves, and using what they had to to advance. He had only the need to think of his body at that moment to think of the lengths one could truly go to avoid weakness, to avoid a downside to things. He silently wondered if the elf's path perhaps wasn't just a bit simpler then the one the necromancer had taken for himself. He laughed lightly, "I have a feeling that we are a cut of similar cloth, though I dare say not the same. Where the information goes is important, for now, but I must tell you now if you wish to use that information as a weapon then you will need to wield it quickly. A small chamber in a church matters little when the whole of the world is pulled from beneath you, don't you think?" Graham waved his arm in the direction the church, even as their conversation went by it was looking more and more like the cathedral of rather impressive size that the Phantom had planned for. His grin spoke leagues more then he actually did as the undead forms moved to-and-fro to tirelessly build the structure in days time when it would have taken weeks for mortals to do the same. He nodded his head, "It will be open to the public, and all will seem right on the outside. But for every bit of acceptable art and articles of worship, there shall be those that are hidden that only the true faithful can appreciate. And for below the church, within the catacombs where the dead may rest? Well... are they resting now?" He let those final words speak for themselves and was content in thinking the Elf smart enough to figure the rest out on his own. His intentions to use this place as one of the many places his cult hid out amongst the populace wasn't something he was truly worried about getting out, unless it made it's way to the ears of that insufferable zombie. If she got wind of this she may raise her guard, which was something that Graham did not want. There were too many things that needed to be done before that small detail could be a non-issue. But that was a fact he would not tell to the Elf. He didn't need to know what aces the Phantom had up his sleeve for now, and no one else in the Society did either in his opinion. He shrugged and turned to walk off, throwing his hand into the air, "But who knows what it'll be in the future? Though I hear hunting is starting in the area again, you may wish to avoid the nights or you may be mistaken for prey. That would be a shame." He let the Elf interpret the warning however he wished. As soon as the cathedral was done his cult would begin it's grisly business of infiltrating what was left of the civilization here. Taras was slowly rising back, but the Phantom knew it's former glory was far off. It was a shame he never had the opportunity to see it in it's prime, but a smile crossed his face as he thought that he would get to see it as it rose again. And his cult would be there to help support it, taking what it needs from the shadows. He turned towards the building to watch as the last few spots of the exterior was filled in. His undead would have it done within the next two days, at least so far as being operational. The cult would likely spend months fine tweaking the interior to be perfect to their specifications. All was going according to plan. |
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