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Are you sure what side you're on
« on: Jul 24, 17, 11:42:02 AM »
Marko rolled his wrist as he finished throwing the third dart to seal the match. He looked over to Ricky who swore up and down about 'all the luck in the world', complaining that once again Marko seemed to pull it out when he had no business winning. Granted, the stakes weren't that high (it was just for tonight's tab), but it was enough that Marko didn't feel the need to hold back.

"Good try, Rick. Just my night tonight." Marko said gently toward his drinking companion, who grumbled and went toward the counter to pay while Marko cleaned up the darts. While he did he spotted a familiar face step through the doors of The Briar Rose, one of the bawdier bars in Goth. The Hell Lords owned the place, but if you knew how to navigate the bastards they weren't bad. Marko had grown up in Little Terreille, and between his Jewel, his looks, his brawn, size, and acumen, he didn't find it too hard to stay out of trouble.

...Or get into trouble when he wanted to. Like what just walked through those doors.

Silver Thrax was trouble. A Gray Jewel and Long Lived to boot. She wasn't someone that Marko should fuck around with if he wanted to stay clear and safe. But Marko was never one for safe. If he was he wouldn't have worked for the Black Claw and gotten into half the crap he did.

So he walked over toward her, even as she had caught his eyes as she entered and claimed a table for herself. Ricky had turned to look where Marko was, and he looked over to his partner with a smirk and a head tilt toward Silver. Ricky groaned and shook his head, doubly annoyed now, but gave them some space.

Marko (Ryder to her, as she was one of the few who could call him by his nickname) had worked with Silver on a number of jobs. Mostly he was a fence for some goods she needed or paperwork filled out. He'd helped out her and her group before, though his run-ins with the stuffier types had given him a bad taste for some of them. Silver was a good time, though, and the two of them had connected with a love of drink, a good brawl, and hard sex. She typically didn't come to just socialize, which Marko appreciated. It meant she wanted something, which could be physical or work-related. Either one was a good omen, because Silver tended to bring good fortune wherever she went.

"Hey, baby." He said warmly to her as he brought along a pair of mugs, setting one down before her before he took up a seat perpendicular to her own. He had to twist a bit to see her, but it put him closer to her. "In the neighborhood, or you lookin for somethin'?"


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #1 on: Sep 20, 17, 05:43:15 PM »
Richard "Ryder" Marko was not a hard man to find. He tended to stick out of any crowd he was a part of, and he was a creature of habit. The Briar Rose was only the second place Silver had visited in search of him, and she'd spotted him right away when she'd entered the place. She shot him a grin that invited him over without words, and took a seat at an out-of-the-way table. He wasn't long in joining her, and had the good sense to bring drinks along with him.

"Mmm, I knew there was a reason I liked you," she hummed, reaching happily for one of the mugs while he sat down. She tipped back a healthy swallow or three and set the mug down, then wiped a trace of foam from her upper lip with the back of her hand.

"Aren't we all really looking for something, Ryder?" she asked him, eyes narrowing in a mockery of philosophical conjecture. But he knew her well enough to laugh it off (hopefully), and she'd laugh too, apparently in decent spirits. Another long swallow of beer, and she'd sigh and fold her arms atop the table.

"You stayin' out of trouble?" she asked, eyeing the warlord at her side. It was a ridiculous question, as trouble was kind of his business. Luckily, his was precisely the sort of business she needed, at the moment.

"How up are you on what's going down in Nhark?"



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #2 on: Sep 20, 17, 06:04:19 PM »
"Some of us just find it, beautiful." Ryder replied to her philosophical question with a wide grin. He lifted his mug up in salute to her and joined her in a hearty drink. Setting the mug down he rolled his shoulders beneath the pads of his leather jacket. He enjoyed looking at her for a moment while she considered him, his head tilting to obviously look at more of her figure and being unashamed about it.

"No." He said in answer to her question of trouble and his smile widened. "I breathe trouble. Keeps things interesting.

As for Nhark... Yeah, I've been there just a few weeks ago. I still have a run or two down there that keeps me occupied. Heard about the Court getting blown up and all that and that they have a new Glacian Queen and crew ruling over the place.

Heard Brenden offed her own parents to make the point that they can't get fucked with. Fuckin Glacians."
He shook his head and took another draught of beer, leaving it about half and considering another as he set the mug down and turned to regard her in full again.

"Why? You got a job in mind? You gonna go play hero?" He grinned, having just a bit of teasing at her expense in his mien.


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #3 on: Sep 20, 17, 06:20:17 PM »
Silver nodded when Marko confirmed that he'd been to Nharkava recently. "Yeah, I thought you did," she admitted, about him still having business there. She listened as he summed up the gist of the neighboring Territory's woes, and nodded again, more thoughtfully, while she eyed her mug.

She scoffed, looked at him and then shook her head with a little laugh when he asked if she meant to play hero. "Sweetheart, that place needs more help than this gal can give them, I'm pretty damn sure," she said, before tipping back another swallow of her drink. She licked her lips after, and seemed to still be thinking about what she was going to ask him, which likely seemed unusual for her. Silver was the bull-headed type, and she often seemed to run off full-steam towards an idea that sounded good, with little care for the fallout.

Then again, she didn't usually fuck with Territory-level shit. Maybe it was only normal that it'd give a girl pause.

"But I am interested in what those fuckin' Glacians are up to," she told him, turning her head to look over at him. "What do you think the odds are that you can get me some information from up-close to that new court? It's nothin' worth losing people over, but I'd like to start trying to figuring out who it is running things next door. I'm guessing the Queen at least is Brenden's tit-fish, but what about the rest of the court? How much is Glacian versus Nharkavan turncoats? What's the temperature of the Friends right now?" Wildling would know, but Silver rarely questioned her about Nharkavan things. Some of it was sensitive, and she didn't wanna put the witch into an uncomfortable spot. She drank from her mug again, and looked back to him as she set it down.

"Got a few marks in it for you, if you think you can bring me anything I don't already know. Sooner the better."



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #4 on: Sep 20, 17, 06:28:33 PM »
Ryder let out a soft 'mm' in thought as she went into just what she was thinking and considering just then. A recon mission of sorts into Nharkava for Silver's benefit didn't seem like an especially proftiable thing. But given how dangerous being profitable was, maybe being attached to Silver's particular band of heroics could be beneficial in other ways. He couldn't run this sort of thing forever before Jonny Boy or Marchesa put a permanent squeeze on him. With Jon's sister in the mix that'd make things more difficult.

But... potentially... very, very lucrative.

It was clear to her that he was thinking the matter over. Not one to usually jump at doing the 'right' thing over the self-serving thing, Ryder was clearly trying to work out his angle.

"Being a Light Jewel in Nharkava's not going to be a fun time in a few more months." He said slowly, turning to consider her for a long moment. It seemed his eyes were weighing her, sensing if she was worth the trouble.

"But.. maybe I can find something for me, too, while I'm there. Pay, plus, if you get me collared, you get me un-collared after, yeah?" He smiled slowly to her, seeming to have picked up on her recent errand. "And maybe after you go save all of those Nharkavans you mention that I was the one who helped you out, fair?"


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #5 on: Sep 20, 17, 06:46:50 PM »
The warlord turned to look at her in full and she gave him a slow but bright smile in return. "True story. Which is part of the reason I'd rather commission the trip now than later," she countered. A note of sobriety returned to her tone, and though it wasn't severe enough to wipe the smile completely off of her face, it would be clear that she didn't take the matter as lightly as she seemed. Then again, collars were involved. He knew better than to think her flippant about that. Silver tipped back her mug again, and drained the remaining third of her beer in one quaff.

She grinned again when he asked about her getting him un-collared. She'd thought to make a joke about what detours she might take if she wound up with him in a collar, but she couldn't quite joke about that. Her smile tempered back down, and she consciously stepped away from the memories associated with the reality of having one of those infernal things around her neck. Marko's last stipulation broke her train of thought, though, and she looked over at him with a skeptical air, once more faintly amused.

"First of all, I told you, I'm not plannin' on playing hero to Nharkava. It's just research. Second... mention to whom? Please don't tell me you're tryin' to get into the hero business now?" Her tone said she couldn't truly believe that was possible, but wasn't sure what other reason he'd have for wanting his name attached to this hypothetical heroism.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #6 on: Sep 20, 17, 06:59:02 PM »
"Baby, you not being the hero is like a Glacian not having a stick up their ass. Theoretically, possible, but until I see it, I'll assume it doesn't exist. You're not doin recon on Nharkavans and Glacians for funsies. You wanna make a play over there. And unlike me, you got a big heart and wanna do the right thing. It's one of the reasons I like you."

He leaned in a touch closer to her, his figure nearer to her own and she felt the warmth of his frame for a moment as his golden eyes stared very, very intently at her own.

"But only one of."

Then he drew back, giving her some space not just from his body but the intensnity of his stare and finished off his own beer. He didn't get up just yet to order another round, and placed his muscular arms on the edge of the table to act as a restpoint for the rest of him.

"As for why, maybe I want a statue in my honor when the Nharks get their independence? As long as they got the dimensions right, I feel that I'm a very good statue. I can inspire greatness in lesser men, and hope in women." His smile burst into a slow grin.

"You wanted me to take the job, right? Does it matter that I want some recognition when it's all done?" He leaned in a touch, his voice growing a bit softer as he, scoundrel that he was, licked a touch of Seduction Craft along her body -- just enough to give her a shiver.

"You know how much I like appreciation."


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #7 on: Sep 21, 17, 11:21:46 AM »
Silver snorted and gave a dry bit of a laugh at Marko's comments about Glacians and heroism. She shook her head and glanced over at him while he leaned in, drilling her with that warm stare that she knew he meant to be inciting.

"Whatever, man," she sighed, rolling her eyes, unimpressed with his smolder. "Believe me or don't believe me, makes no difference to me. You can have all the monuments, as far as I'm concerned. I just want some information." She paused, frowned mildly. "Actually, there's quite a bit of information I'm short on. Leave town for a few months, and everything goes to hell," she grumped, her mood deteriorating slowly but surely. "What do you know about the new court?" she asked him, looking back over at him. "I met the Steward, guy named Harmaa. Not sure what to make of him yet. You heard anything?"

His second leer found more purchase, though unbeknownst to Silver it was due largely to his Craft. She hadn't been watching for it, hadn't been expecting it from him (though she likely should have been). So it felt natural when he flexed his pronunciation of the word appreciation, and something subtly tightened in her belly in response. She eyed him for a moment, holding his stare, and considered whether she'd rather go home and sleep finally, or make a detour to Marko's place. He was good for a good time, and for a moment that sounded just about alright. But she was tired, and Marko would likely be around later.

She waved at the bartender and ordered another round, decided to think on it a moment longer. There were, after all, rooms upstairs. She was hardly in the mood to listen to his baby this and baby that, but he'd proven to be able to provide a decent distraction, from time to time.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #8 on: Sep 21, 17, 12:08:53 PM »
"You should have told your crew to hold down the fort better." He remarked with a wry grin as he found her grumpiness to be a source of amusement. She seemed to be getting toward a darker mood, rather than a better one, and he shifted in his seat to look at her more directly. Her question about the new Court and specifically about her meeting with the new Steward gave him pause. She would suss out, instantly, that he knew who she was talking about.

For a moment, Ryder considered the matter. He didn't really want to let slip all of Jon's business. It was a good way to have Jon come down and remind him of the virtue of discretion. The last thing he needed was Jon's attention at these delicate times when Ryder was juggling around a great deal of intrigue in his life.

...But on the other hand, Silver was here, Silver was attractive, Silver was in a bad mood and he wanted to shift that around. She only came to him on occasion and it wasn't like he was trying to marry the woman; but she was fun. And if he was going to Nharkava for a while he'd not see her until the job was done. That may be a few days or a few weeks.

"Jonny Boy." Ryder drawled out slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. Risk, he decided, was worth the potential reward. "I know him, yeah. I've worked with him before. Better than most Glacians in that he can make a joke and have a beer with you. But he's a cold customer just the same.

One of the Summits."
He paused as she ordered another round, and he nodded as the drinks came, letting her catch the info and see if she registered it. If she didn't, he'd continue. "One of the Glacian assassins. Killed people for money and status. A lot of it. Used to serve in Brenden's Second Circle. Isyviel's, too. Did some time in Nharkava. That's how I knew of him first. He used to ask me for info back in the Jungle."

Ryder cupped his beer and took a slow sip, his eyes watching her closely. "My suggestion? Don't go near the guy if you can help it. I hear there's collateral damage to being his friend."


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #9 on: Sep 21, 17, 03:38:18 PM »
Silver kept her eyes on Marko after asking her question of him. Though it was clear right away that he knew who she'd meant, she was nonetheless surprised to hear him refer to Lord Harmaa as Jonnyboy. Her brows lifted in interest, and she rested her ear against her palm and settled in a lean against her elbow to listen as he explained. She wasn't familiar with the Summits, though Marko was quick enough to fill in the blanks for her. She closed her eyes and groaned softly, breathing out a quiet curse before looking at the Warlord again.

"Greeeeaaaat," she intoned dryly, pointedly un-enthused. She took a long swallow of her refilled drink and sighed. "He made it sound like he was against all the bullshit Glacia's pulling lately. He definitely wasn't talkin' like a guy who climbed up through two different courts to make Second Circle," she grumbled, annoyed that she may have been duped. She paused before taking another drought of her drink, and asked, "How'd he get from there to here, do you know? That's a pretty posh spot to leave behind."

Marko warned her against going near the guy, and Silver responded with a wry little laugh. "Ryder," she chided him, with a shake of her head. She released her drink so that she could turn on her stool to face him with a low grin. "Have you met me? Tell me to stay away from him again and I'm gonna have to go fuck him or something. It's some kind of cosmic law," she teased. Her head cocked a little to one side and she eyed him, and her voice took a slightly softer turn, though that may have been more teasing. "But your concern is noted. And trust me I'm not tryin' to get too close to anyone at the Territory level. I just have a feeling he's got some kinda history with the court in Nhark, and I'd like to know about it, if that's the case. Might not be a coincidence that three neighboring Territories now have Glacians in their high courts, you know?" Harmaa wasn't on the throne in LT, of course, but if anyone could influence a Queen's priorities, it was her Steward.

"So." She sat up a little straighter, leveled a focused look at the warlord, despite the latent mirth that wanted to curl up one side of her mouth. "How much is this little errand gonna cost me?"



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #10 on: Sep 21, 17, 06:01:18 PM »
Silver asked him what else he knew about Jon and Ryder pursed his lips in thought. Again, he wasn't sure how much to tell Silver and how much to keep to himself. Certainly he wanted to mitigate his own connection and not mention the Black Claw or cause problems for Jonny Boy. He liked the man and considered him a friend.

...But Jon didn't need the complication of Silver and her friendship. Best to scare her off a little, for their collective own good.

"Hey, you do whatever you want. You've never listened to my advice anyway." He smirked as he tried to shift into something light as he took up his mug and drank from it slowly, still seeming to consider her question for more information.

"From what I heard..." He exhaled as he set the mug down. "He killed Brenden's First Escort. Then bailed. Not sure the whys or the whats. Brenden was pissed at him; took it out on his family. Burnt down his house. Glacian political shit, y'know? Maybe he picked the wrong side in things.

But he just picked up and showed up here with a Black Jewel in his pocket. Though I'm starting to not be sure how real Lord Black is. From what some friends of mine said, it was Jonny Boy who killed the Hell Lords, not Lord Black. Couple boys of mine saw him chopping some of 'em up in the street with a sword.

So... I don't think Jonny Boy is a Glacian plant. But who knows what he's really after. Might just be power. Hard for a guy to rule a Territory outside of being a Consort. Maybe that's why he offed Sif's man."


Ryder drank deep of his beer; as beer was one of Ryder's favorite things and consuming a copious amount of it was a highlight of a night. She looked at him with a more business interest and he seemed to consider the matter.

"Depends. I just gave you some information, Silver." Ryder's lips peeled into a wider smile. "What would you say that was worth?

Asking for market price."


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #11 on: Sep 28, 17, 06:26:12 PM »
Silver listened with obvious interest as Marko spoke, though her face twisted up in skepticism when he suggested someone had seen Jon Harmaa killing Hell Lords with a fucking sword.

"For real?" she asked, eyes narrowing as she considered it. "Boys as in, people who wouldn't bullshit you?" It didn't surprise her to hear that "Jonnyboy" had some violence inside of him and had helped kill off the Hell Lords. It did surprise her to think that he'd somehow managed to make it seem like a Black Jewel had done it, if he'd really done it himself.

Unless, of course, Lord Black was none other than Lord Harmaa with some Jewel-disguising webs in place. Wasn't that an unsettling thought? But that didn't make any sense. If Harmaa was secretly a Black and had had beef with Brenden, he'd been close enough to just off her. Unless maybe he was bound to her? Jealousy would've been an easy explanation for him killing her First Escort but not her. There were too many pieces with which Silver was unfamiliar, and too many maybes and possibilities to put stock in any one theory yet.

"Market price?" she repeated, shifting to a softer humor. "C'mon, Ryder, you can't really put a price on friendship, can you?" She turned more towards him, and subtle little shifts in how she held herself suggested she was open to negotiations on the matter. "Besides, I had something in mind for you, in exchange for the Nhark trip, if you're interested. The Duchess has been helping build this web that you can wear around your neck. It's invisible to most, but it'd create interference with a collar that's placed overtop of it. It won't stop the collar from going on, but it would allow the Duchess to pop a collar back off after it's been placed. Kind of a just in case thing. I thought it might be useful for someone with frequent business near Glacian types. What do you think?"



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #12 on: Sep 28, 17, 07:42:35 PM »
"People who's bullshit I can figure out from the truth. Lying to 'ol Ryder ain't an easy thing. I got an eye for it." He winked at her with the eye that was mostly covered with a scar, his smile growing a touch sharp as he lifted his mug up in salute toward her. While she worked over the implications of what Jonny Boy was and what brought him to Little Terreille, Marko took in a deep swig of beer and enjoyed the warmth it spread through his body.

Cradling the cup into both hands, he considered her more evenly though a smirk remained on his features as she countered his banter. "Real friends don't let their friends go unrewarded." His grin was a touch toothy, a touch more friendly and warm than his smirks and the way that sometimes the light could catch him and make him appear far more menacing than one might attribute just to his Jewels or his Caste. At the end of the day Silver could crush him with her head.

...But he could crush her head with his hands.

"Mmm. That is a handy trick. And something I've worried about from time to time, given how often I go to Nhark." And how often I deal with Glacians, he thought to himself. The way Jon's sister looked at him was a disquieting thing, and he secretly would have very much appreciated some insurance against that.

"Okay." He said with a firm nod and looked to her in full. "Deal. You get me one of those, and I'll take the job. That way I'm helping a friend, and you're just looking out for your friend." He winked as he leaned in a touch closer to her, so much so that their faces were now near.

"Any more information you wanna pump me for?" His smile was a touch wider, a bit more teasing, but no less sexually charged.


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #13 on: Nov 07, 17, 08:47:00 PM »
"Oh, come on, now," she chided him, playfully. She slid nearer to him as she did so, her grin saucy in that way that said he'd succeeded in shifting the tone of their discourse. "When have you ever seen me not dish out just desserts?" He agreed that the Duchess' bauble would be useful, and Silver's answering smile was brilliant and pleased. She nodded to his terms, and bit her lower lip through her grin when he leaned closer.

"You know," she sighed, softly, her eyes flicking down towards his mouth just briefly. "As bad as your puns are, Marko, you're fuckin' lucky you're pretty." A palm touched down on his thigh under the table, and Silver leaned just a hair closer as she stroked down to his knee and back.

"Wanna get luckier?" she taunted, a single brow lifting in invitation. The warlord's luck, however, was not as reliable as he probably expected. One minute, Silver was creeping in closer to him, with that grin that said he was gonna get complaints from the tavern's owner before the night was through. But the door to the pub opened, and that half-second it took for Silver to glance reflexively towards the door changed everything. Instantly, the playfulness was gone.

"Shit," she whispered, sounding more disappointed than truly concerned. "No, don't!" she hissed, if/when the warlord tried to turn to see who'd come in. She watched as the newcomer made his way towards the bar, and for a brief moment, there was hope that he'd just order his drink and she could slip out with Marko, and there'd be none of the drama she suspected.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #14 on: Nov 08, 17, 12:46:47 PM »
Draven had been feeling pretty good, lately. He'd gotten some of the aggression worked out from his beatdown with a lot of fucking and a lot of drinking. It wasn't often that the Gray Warlord Prince was overpowered since... well since before he could remember. Just two times; One at Morr's estate by accident, and once by Silver Thrax. The former he could forgive. The latter, he didn't. Despite everything Jon had tried to tell him and talk him down with, it was still a splinter in his skin and one he wasn't going to regret.

Still, it didn't bother him on the daily, so he worked through his routine and his duties (what little there were) with his usual good attitude. He had some concerns about Kelda and what she was up to, but nothing that he couldn't deal with in time. Besides, he still had to work all of that out first and how he felt about it. His brain-doctor was a complicated woman who made a complicated matter even more complicated. It wasn't something he could just bulldose through.

He walked into the bar with leather jacket and jeans, dark boots, his usual garb for a relaxed evening on the town. He'd try to get some more information and probably go home with someone new. Maybe he'd get some more footprints on the trail. He moved to the bar first to order a beer, then his eyes swept over to look for what was on the menu tonight and fell squarely on a nigh-unique haircut, a scarred visage, golden eyes, and a big scarred guy besides.

Draven's lips peeled back into a full smile.

Walking over, the scarred guy lifted his head to look over at Draven as he approached, beer in hand. "Well. Well. It's a small town, ain't it?" Draven nearly purred as he approached the table that held the Gray Jeweled Healer and a Warlord who was so fucking above him in the Abyss that Draven could have pissed stronger punches than this guy.

"So." He said nearly cheerfully, shrugging as he lifted his mug up to one side. "How do you want to do this?"

Marko was quiet, for now, his eyes dancing between the two. He could sense there was trouble and obviously wasn't keen to leap to his feet to interpose himself between them. Draven sensed the hesitation -- the killer instinct of a Warlord Prince on full display, and his dark eyes locked onto Silver's golden ones.

His smile was meeting his eyes, now. He was positively giddy.






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #15 on: Nov 08, 17, 06:08:10 PM »
If Draven Rook hadn't worn the Gray, he likely never would've run into Silver Thrax again as long as he lived. At least, as far as he'd know it. And sure, there was a chance that even now, while the volatile Warlord Prince ordered his drink, Silver could've snapped up a shield to hide the sight of herself and gone on about her evening undisturbed. But Draven did wear the Gray, and without testing Jewel for Jewel, Silver had no way of knowing which of the two of them reached deeper into the Abyss. A pulse of her Jeweled Craft might slide under his radar, or it might be a flare drawing his attention directly to her. And while she wasn't particularly frightened about drawing his attention, there were two reasons she abstained from taking the risk. One, hiding had never really been her style, and if she lowered herself to doing so, she'd be damned if she was going to do it when she might get caught doing it. And two, she liked this bar. If Harry Hothead went all firework-y again, there was alot of timber and alcohol nearby that wouldn't survive the episode.

Naturally, the moment after Draven ordered his drink, he turned and inventoried the room. Silver wasn't looking at him directly, but even from the corner of her eye she could see the grin that split across his face when his eyes landed on her. Psychopath, she grumbled to herself, as resignation set in. She lifted her eyes to Marko's, and considered advising him to make a quiet exit as soon as a chance rose. He'd figure it out, though, she reasoned.

"Draven," she responded, sitting back in her seat with a little sigh when he approached her table. It took a nearly divine force of will for her to stop her mouth there. Half a dozen comments threw themselves at the back of her teeth, begging to be launched towards the cocky Gray. Break your leash again, puppy? she almost asked, just because he'd already annoyed her. Or maybe, how's the head? Because Warlord Princes loved nothing so much as they liked being reminded about having had their asses kicked.

How do you want to do this? Draven asked, and Silver's brows lifted. "Me? I prefer a couple of pints and some wildly inappropriate banter. Then any remaining disagreements get, y'know, worked out in a room upstairs. Why? How were you hoping this was gonna go?" Puppy.

Most men in the position of the warlord at her side might take offense to the fact that she'd pointedly failed to even acknowledged him, much less introduce him properly. Hopefully, Marko was savvy enough to understand that Silver was doing him a solid by not volunteering his name or drawing any attention to him. If she went on to ignore him completely for the sake of leaving the table with the cranky Warlord Prince, it was probably the best-case scenario for the wily warlord.




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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #16 on: Nov 08, 17, 06:39:37 PM »
"Oh!" Draven's eyes widened a bit as she called him by name, and he let out a slow, deep laugh that made his shoulders bounce about and his figure alight with an inner glow of amusement. "No No. See. As much as I appreciate your style, Silver. And I can appreciate a good Fuck 'Em and Leave 'Em attitude, there's some air-clearing that's needed at the moment."

He gestured between her and himself quickly with his free hand, two tattooed and scarred fingers wounded by salt, darkness, and hardship bridged the gulf between themselves. "You owe me an apology, Lady."

Marko let out a choked snicker, holding a hand up to his mouth. "Uh. Well. As much as I'd like to see pigs fly." The Leather-Clad Warlord chuckled to himself, getting to his feet slowly so as not to make a sudden movement. "I better get going and leave you two to it."

The big man made to leave, then, but Draven lifted his beer mug and placed it squarely against Marko's big chest, halting his action. "Naw, buddy." Draven said slowly, humor still in his features and his smile, but there was a bit more edge to it now. Marko freezed because he sensed the shift in an already precarious situation.

"Sit down." Draven nodded and pushed the mug against him, releasing it into Marko who quickly caught the beer before it spilled. "Have a drink.

More the merrier. Right, Silver?"
Draven turned his eyes to the Healer then, an eyebrow lifted in question and in challenge.






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #17 on: Nov 08, 17, 07:23:00 PM »
Silver watched as Draven laughed, looking patently unamused, herself. Her apparent boredom with the situation remained unchanged when Draven announced that she owed him an apology, despite the color commentary from Marko at her side. She didn't look to the warlord as he started to leave. She watched Draven instead, and by the time Draven's beer was pressed against Marko's chest, the Healer had lost all patience with the situation. It was one thing to stalk Silver and try to collect on some petty grievance Draven felt she owed. It was another thing entirely to disrespect her friends. Had she been a more volatile caste, she might've given in to the urge to sock Draven in the mouth right then. It was only a long bout of hard-won experience that helped temper her actions. She didn't even look particularly upset about it, despite the fact that Draven had already altered her intentions with his antics. Where she'd been intent on finding a way to lose him before, she was now quite invested in blacking his eye first.

"Well now you're just bein' rude," she chided Draven dryly, as she slid down off of her stool to stand on her feet. She picked up her drink and tipped it back, downing the entirety of the remainder of it in one long quaff. She set the empty mug down heavily, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and sighed.

"Well c'mon then," she said, as she turned and walked away from the table, towards the door. Her pace was unhurried, as though she was resigned to playing along but simply unwilling to do so in a room full of people. "Come and get your apology, Big Man."




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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #18 on: Nov 09, 17, 12:45:54 PM »
"Y'know, there's a certain irony in you callin someone else rude, honey. I'm just getting the man to sit down and enjoy our company a bit longer. You so against people sittin and resolving things peacefully?" Draven was taunting her a touch, now. He enjoyed her annoyance and getting under her skin. Fact was he still had an axe to grind, but he was keeping certain things in mind rather than trying to pop off on her:

One, he was a member of the Territory Court. While that hadn't always held a lot of gravity to him, the more and more he was doing work around Goth and seeing it change, the more it meant to him. So he was inclined to keep a good face.

Two, he had lost it fairly badly last time. He wasn't sure why that was or what had sparked the quick spiral into a burning rage, but he was trying to keep a cap on it by keeping things mostly light.

And three, Hayden would want him to be better than some big asshole. He might have been a bit of a bully, but he didn't like to think of himself that way. He didn't try to act that way, if he could help it.

But then she was moving out the door and he shrugged. "Guess we're taking it outside." He reached a hand out, grabbed Marko roughly by the shirt and pulled him off his feet. The scrawnier Warlord Prince showed that size, in this case, didn't matter.

"Hey, buddy, easy!" Marko protested, but Draven just shoved him and his beer outside after Silver. "Don't freak out, man. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I just wanna keep our party together."

Draven would follow after, but keep his dark eyes on both Silver and her compatriot who was looking glum about the whole matter. "See, that's the problem with having a Dark Jewel, right? You get to our level and you just get fuckin' stubborn. We're used to havin our way, all the way, and when someone checks you on that, you get grumpy.

And my name's not Big Man, honey. It's Draven."
He said with a slow, feral grin.

"You don't know enough to call me Big Man yet."






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #19 on: Nov 09, 17, 01:17:25 PM »
Silver made her way outside, and turned back towards the door in time to see Draven shove Marko out in front of himself. Lips parted, her tongue moved around her teeth in a slow, thoughtful gesture while she watched. The more Draven talked, the more she wanted to smash his face in, and the more that truth showed in the way she watched the Warlord Prince.

"Consider it an ironic title," she countered. "And I think I've seen more than enough to feel pretty good about its accuracy."

Silver glanced aside, checking the status of the street around them. It was better than the inside of a bar, but only barely. The street wasn't super crowded at the moment, but there were still people here and there. The majority of them had sense enough to cross the street or move away, as an agitated Warlord Prince was often enough to ruin someone's day.

Silver sighed. She looked towards Draven, and cocked her jaw askance for a beat before shrugging.

"So what do you want? Huh? You're not gettin' an apology, cause I don't owe you one. Was I an asshole? Yeah. But you deserved it. So the way I see it, we're even. I figure I'm doin' you a favor by not factorin' in the nice li'l nap I gave you. That was on the house." She shrugged again, hands lifting to her sides. "I'm such a giver, that way."

Flippant as she seemed, Silver was nonetheless on edge. She kept an unerring eye on the Warlord Prince and tracked Marko in her peripheral vision. She half-expected the asshole to take a pot shot at Marko to throw her off before attacking, so she readied a shield to throw over the inconvenienced warlord.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #20 on: Nov 09, 17, 01:29:35 PM »
"Have you?" Draven let out a light laugh at Silver's agitated response. "You met me for like what, ten minutes? All of which you were acting like a bitch because you didn't like having to play by the rules?

Poor lil' Gray Jeweled Healer gotta sit down in a room for an hour or two and answer some fuckin questions. Your life's so fuckin' difficult!"
Draven let out another laugh, gesturing to his face to mirror hers. "I'm guessing these are cosmetic then. Maybe you got 'em at a shop in Dhemlan or something, cause you sure as fuck don't seem to know what real hardship and what real assholes are."

He rolled his shoulders and vanished his jacket. A sudden snap of power, the air getting suddenly crisper out of nowhere. His eyes had gone from light to suddenly intense and focused, dark like a fast-rushing storm.

"But I can show you what one is."

The humor in his voice was gone now, and instead a deeply earnestness to it that was focused squarely upon her. Laughter, smiles, and jokes a memory. And given how little he remembered, he wouldn't be quick to recall it.

"Take a walk, big guy." Draven tilted his head toward Marko but didn't look at him. The Warlord sensed this was his opportunity, gave Silver a helpless shrug, then quickly departed the scene to try and find some shelter as the space between the two Grays seemed like a terrible place to be.

"All it takes is an 'I'm Sorry'." Draven said slowly toward her, his seriousness razor-sharp. Then there was the slightest tick of his lips, a smirk refining itself in the ice.

"And we can go back inside, have us a drink, and some laughs."






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #21 on: Nov 09, 17, 02:12:04 PM »
"From moment one you talked to me like you were in a fucking Moon House looking for a purchase. And then wanted to get all uppity about respect," she recalled, her face contorting indignantly for a beat. "And for the record, I did play by the rules. I sat in that room and waited instead of bouncing the second they tried to throw that bogus-ass contract at me. 's not my fault if the welcome wagon's on the sensitive side."

He challenged the authenticity of her scars and she just smirked, a dry breath escaping in a bitter half-laugh.

"Yeah. Cosmetic. Come check 'em out. There's still a special runnin' on em. Buy one, get one. We can be twinsies." Marko got not even a glance. He likely knew her at least well enough to understand she'd prefer him gone so she didn't have to worry about the distraction. Theirs wasn't the sort of arrangement where they had to be careful about feelings getting hurt. It was better for her to focus on the Warlord Prince who was spoiling for a fight. Silver kind of was too by then, to be honest. Draven's very presence irritated her, if for no other reason than his abused and patched body was a living litany of wounds that annoyed like static on the edge of a radio station. The fact that he was a dick as well only aggravated the matter, even before he'd put his hands on her friend.

At the same time, though, she could still hear Harmaa's voice in her head, reminding her that this asshole was one of Lord Black's "favorites". It was never smart to antagonize a Warlord Prince (though if asked, she'd maintain that she hadn't antagonized shit before he'd started it), and one who shared an Offering with her was particularly dangerous. If he got the upper hand and lost control, it could very easily turn into a mistake she wouldn't wake up to learn from. A Gray Warlord Prince who was besties with a Black was a whole new level of precarious. And even if he never went running to Black about her, and even if she put him on the ground again and walked away victorious, would it really be worth it? It wasn't a closed-in space this time, and people had a chance to get out of the way, but it wouldn't be hard for bystanders to get seriously hurt if two Grays threw down in the middle of the street.

Silver winced, looking away from Draven long enough to seem to struggle with the options. She shook her head, sighed, and looked over at him again.

"Fine. I'm.... sorry..." she said, struggling, "...that..." She winced again. She'd nearly pulled it off. A few little words to save alot of headaches. It was worth it, wasn't it? But the words chafed her, and her pride stepped in to prevent her from bowing. "...you... have SUCH a small dick that this kinda nonsense what you need in order to feel like a man." Welp. "For that, I do genuinely feel some regret." Ya tried, girly.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #22 on: Nov 10, 17, 01:45:08 PM »
"What?" Draven looked at her with an incredulous, taken-aback gaze. "I offered you fuckin food and a beer. What better welcome wagon do you want? An ass-kissing?"

The Warlord Prince took a slow step to the side, rolling his shoulders. She apologized and turned it into an insult and he shook his head as he prepared his body for a fight. Silver had gotten under his skin before and this was a battle of wills before it'd be a battle of flesh. Draven had lost both fights the last time, but he was determined to win this one. It was as much to prove it to himself as it was to prove it to her. I'm not some crazy, raging maniac. He told himself. Pride had a lot to prove but Draven was good at one thing, and one thing above all others:

He faced his fears. He didn't let himself be ruled by them.

"Y'know I went about and asked about you. Gray Jeweled Healer. Long-Lived. Scars. Cute. Big Mouth. Got a lot of free info. Seems you're a helper. Lot of people who like you. You and your group.." Draven knew what he was doing. He knew he was going to put her on edge by bringing this up and throwing it out in the open.

But he was intent on not being the one to lose it, this time. This time he'd maintain control. He'd win. And he wouldn't have to throw the first punch to do it.

"Anti-Slavers who hide in the fuckin bar while real people get shit done in the Territory." Draven gestured to himself with a thumb, a grin wide on his face. "Like me.

While Morr was getting his ass-kicked, I helped 'em. Why should someone kiss your fucking ass. You ain't done shit except make yourself a little gang of cowards."


The scarred Warlord Prince shrugged, helpless.

"Your buddy bailed on you, after all, right? Goes to show the quality of your crew."






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #23 on: Nov 10, 17, 06:51:33 PM »
Silver scoffed and rolled her eyes dramatically at Draven's recollection of their introduction. "Typical. So the fact that you offered me a sandwich means I wasn't allowed to be annoyed by your sleazy comments? Look, I get it. It's just how pricks like you talk. You think leerin' at a girl ought to be a compliment or some shit. But at the end of the day, I got snarky and you lost your shit because of it. There's no way to spin that that makes it my fault. I wasn't lookin' for an ass-kissing. I just wanted to be left the fuck alone. And you know what they say about us Grays and not getting what we want. Are you sorry for pushing around my buddy just now?" she countered, a brow lifted by sass on that tawny face of hers. Of course he wasn't sorry. And neither was she.

Her expression shifted to something more guarded when he went on to say he'd asked around about her. She watched him with narrowed eyes, waiting to see just where he was going with his mention of the Unchained. It wasn't ideal that he'd dug that up, but as protective as she was about her cohorts, it wasn't exactly a secret. But it was quickly clear that he'd only brought them up to talk shit about them.

Real people get shit done in the Territory. Like me.

Silver laughed. Not snickered, not scoffed. She fully laughed, as though he'd just said the most hilarious thing she'd heard that day. He called the Unchained cowards and that annoyed her, but not more than the rest of what he said amused her.

"Boy, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about," she chided him, still grinning even after she'd managed to tame her laughter.  "He didn't bail, he was bored. He knew I didn't need any help to deal with your arrogant ass. But I tell you what, it's your lucky day, puppy. I did a little askin' around of my own, and got filled in on some of your buddies. They say you're one of Lord Black's favorite pets and..." she shrugged, dismissively, "I gotta admit, I kinda like the guy's style, on some things. So as much as I'd enjoy pounding that mug of yours into the street, I'm gonna take a pass this time." She shrugged again, and began to walk backwards, away from Draven.




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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #24 on: Nov 10, 17, 10:15:28 PM »
"Sleazy!? Don't tell me you can't handle a little flirtin." Draven let out a laugh at her jeering recollection of their meeting. "And I didn't leer I smiled. See? THIS." He gestured to his grinning visage. "Is a smile. This." His visage turned to something more creepy as he put on his most pedo-Warlord-Prince-face that he could imagine. "Is a leer. See the difference?

As for your buddy. I gave him a free beer and told him to chill out for a second. But you're just ready to get offended."


He lifted his hand up to give her a beckoning gesture. "But I can give you somethin to get offended about. You don't wanna apologize? That's fine, sweetie. I can settle for a spanking."

There was a rush of Gray power then. Not enough to break anything, but definitely enough for her -- who was at the same level as him -- to feel that power was being called upon. There was a rush of air as he threw at her a wall of telekinetic. Not enough to break her bones, but definitely enough to knock her onto her ass.

"Don't worry," Draven motioned with his fingers to come at him, and as he did he wrapped himself in the power of his Gray. Already the blood pumped through him, excitement melting into his eyes that looked almost manic with excitement.

"I won't tell Lord Black how scared you were of him."






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #25 on: Nov 11, 17, 02:17:19 PM »
Good Night, this asshole was annoying as fuck. Draven challenged her perception of their initial meeting and then followed it up with pretending like he hadn't shoved Marko outside against the warlord's will. She didn't even bother voicing the whatever, man that was at the tip of her tongue, and instead, just rolled her eyes again and continued to move away. It'd taken four hundred years, but she had managed to learn just a little restraint in her time. At least, enough to look at this situation and know there was no way it ended well if she gave in and let him coax her into a fight.

She had only just begun to turn away from him when that sense of deep power struck her. He called on his Gray and Silver shielded herself by reflex and stopped moving. Draven had successfully moved the moment from merely annoying to dangerous, particularly since Silver hadn't really been in the mood to walk away in the first place.

She didn't even really hear his taunt about Lord Black. That one blow, that one strike of Craft against her shields was enough to set this thing off, and Silver did not look back. She turned back to face Draven fully, and then disappeared from sight and sound. The Healer couldn't bank entirely on his inability to break her sight shields - she still didn't know who actually had the darker Gray - but even if he could break them he'd have to search for her for a moment to try. She used that time to take a running start towards him, lip curled and arms pumping. She pushed some of her Sapphire into her limbs, strengthening them, and with a soundless pop of power, she pushed off and shot high into the air. Draven might be expecting a forward tackle, but she thought it unlikely he'd expect her to descend from above. While he was (hopefully) still searching for her in the vicinity of where he'd last seen her, she was falling through the descending arc of her Craft-fueled leap.

She aimed to land atop him, boots-first, and wouldn't drop her sight and aural shields until she'd landed.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #26 on: Nov 15, 17, 12:45:02 PM »
Silver hit him like a Gray-Powered Bull, but this time, Draven was focused and ready for a fight. Rather than having lost his cool and gone into a frenzy, he was in a hyper-alert state of battle-preparedness. Draven was no trained Eyrien warrior or Hayllian Gladiator, but he was a Warlord Prince who'd had some measure of training since his escape from the Mines (that he didn't remember) and the years in the dark where instinct more than training had helped him survive brutal years where he had no Jewel strength to call upon.

In the darkness there'd been no senses: No sight, no sound. Just smell, and sweat, and salt, and shadow. Intuition and kinesiology helped guide his movements in those moments. He sensed the shift in air that -- though aural and sight shields left him blind and dumb to her true position -- told him something was coming at him.

So he threw his Gray upward, and when she hit him he managed to roll with the kick rather than get planted into the ground.

He rolled and then came back with an upper-cut that let loose a thunderclap as it smacked against her shields -- Gray against Gray -- and the ground split beneath them in spider-webs as two titans faced off in the middle of Goth.

"HELL YEAH!" He let out a whoop with a growing grin as her shields faded. But rather than taunt her or talk further he just sent another fist toward her jaw. Whether his fist hit or not he faded from view right after; for his own stealth craft was exemplary, and he wouldn't appear for a good few seconds.

...Right after he'd grabbed the parked cart nearby, filled with groccer's goods and sent it flying through the air at her, spilling produce and bottled beverages through the street.

The (thankfully) untethered horse, nearby, let out a shriek cry and began to run. And so did half the city around them.






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #27 on: Nov 15, 17, 05:25:34 PM »
Draven surprised her when he threw a shield up over his head at the last minute. Silver grunted and rolled forward with  him, tumbling once before rolling back onto her feet. The instant she was upright again, she was forced to brace against his oncoming fist. She managed to do so, and the resulting collision was enough to rattle teeth and crack the cobblestones underfoot. Draven whooped in celebration, and the Healer's mien darkened in response. Her head and upper body whipped aside, twisting to allow the Warlord Prince's following strike to brush past her with a rush of displaced air. He disappeared from sight and Silver stepped back quickly, on alert and bothered by what felt like the sudden and absolute absence of him. She swept her senses out wide, and though she could sense the presence of his Jewels somewhere nearby, that did little to tell her from which direction he was going to attack.

And then, all at once, a produce cart was careening into her. Silver didn't have time to evade it, wide as it was, so she fed more of her Sapphire into her body to weight it down, flexed an extra Gray barrier around herself, and braced against the impact. Wood splintered, cracked, and broke apart, as did a ridiculous assortment of fruits, vegetables, and bottled drinks. The Healer stood resolute in the middle of it all, unmoving while all the chaos settled around her. Busted watermelon and honeydew slid down over her shields, and a few sheaves of some sort of edible greenery lingered at the apex of her barrier for a moment before sliding wetly down the back side as well. The remains of the cart and its contents were exploded around her in every direction. Glass bottles were shattered, melons were crushed, tomatoes and potatoes rolled away for some distance.

Standing there surrounded by the least appetizing salad she'd ever come across, Silver had two primary thoughts. One, she needed some way to protect the people who were panicking in every direction. Draven obviously didn't care for the property of others (that was someone's livelihood he'd just splattered against her!) and even if she didn't have the natural empathy he seemed to lack, she suspected she was going to get blamed for this nonsense no matter how it played out from here.

And two, invisible didn't mean immaterial. She still couldn't see Draven, but that didn't mean he wasn't still taking up space somewhere nearby. All at once, she hefted a few watermelons (and halves) into the air, and with a grunt of will she pulverized them and slung the fallout around herself in a wide circle. Watermelon juice and bits of rind and pulp flew out in a line in every direction, and Silver watched for the telltale--THERE! She called the nearest unbroken fruit to her hand (happened to be an apple), shielded it in Craft, and pitched it with Craft-enhanced strength towards the place where her deeper senses told her there was nothing, but the spray of watermelon told her there was something. An unshielded or careless man would soon find himself with a piece of fruit embedded in his skull. Even if Draven was neither, Silver could still hope for a black eye from the effort, maybe.

She reached down and wrenched off a piece of wood from the destroyed cart, and took it with her as she took long, booted strides over the wreckage and towards the Warlord Prince. As she did so, she bleated out a psychic thread to Dale, the resident communicator for the Unchained. He often served as relay when Silver or one of the others needed to get a message to the rest of the group quickly.

*If anybody's near the Briar Rose, I could use a hand while I deal with an asshole. Don't interfere with the fight, but the people and buildings nearby could stand some help resisting collateral damage. Someone never learned his manners.*

By then she'd reached Draven, and without preamble she swung the Gray-laced board-cum-bat at the asshole's head with a growl.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #28 on: Nov 15, 17, 06:47:57 PM »
All at once, Draven's shields were pelted in watermelon juice.

Chalk that one up for first time for everything. He thought to himself with a laugh. "Well when I figured you'd get me all juicy, I didn't count on-- HEY!" The shield-enhanced apple flew straight at Draven's skull and cracked into his shields, sending spider-webs through the immaterial product of his defenses. He laced his shield again, threw a Green behind it, and as he saw the scarred Healer came stomping toward him. He dropped his stealth spells then, more focused on using the energy elsewhere, and threw her a manic grin as she angrily moved toward him. In truth despite how crazy this was getting and that there was the likelyhood of mayhem and destruction through Goth, Draven was pumped. He'd been itching for a good fight and Silver Thrax was one of the few who could provide one to him. The fact he had an axe to grind against her made it all the better.

For the first time in weeks he felt alive. He hadn't felt this good since he'd incinerated all those schmucks who had tried to ambush Amerys's pity parade.

"See! I always knew you just needed some wood." And as she moved within feet of reaching him he lashed out with his Green and set the whole makeshift club on fire. She swung the flaming weapon, made brittle by the witchfire, and he stepped into the swing. Rather than focus on smacking it away, he ducked under the swing (which would likely be off-balance from the fact she was holding something now on fire and repaid a previous debt given to him from her.

He headbutted her.

Hard.







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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #29 on: Nov 15, 17, 07:23:38 PM »
It had been something of a slow night for the accomplished murderer, and he was spending it the way he spent most of his quieter moments without another body beaten, bloodied or sweatied beside him: writing. Penning furiously in a notebook, he sat inside of a dingy bar with poor lighting with a beer beside him. The same beer he purchased when he sat down hours before, ostensibly continuing to nurse it as a method of ensuring the tolerance of him in the establishment. Even at his jewel's meager strength compared to that of the likes of some of his compatriots, he roosted deep within the Dark, and so long as he made a token effort of buying and then consequently tipped well, he was allowed to indulge the aesthetic of a bar tenant writer despite his lack of comfort with the actual drinking.

His night became phenomenally more interesting when Dale sent a psychic thread which served as a routing for the group of them, and he felt his heart burst with excitement. There would be a fight; and if it went poorly, he might just get to taste blood tonight. The notebook was shoved roughly in his pocket, and coins rescued from it to drop on the bartop as he sprinted out of the building. He was not terribly close to the Briar Rose, but he pushed a tinge of his jewel to urge him faster all the same to make up that difference.


*No fucking world where I miss this,* was the terms that the Bull sent back along the threads to the others; Silver didn't need the distraction and so he kept himself from the urge of directing it her way the warning that the Bull was charging his way to her location.

His coat's leather flapped like the bat-wings that erupted from the backs of his former hated enemies as he erupted out of the bar he left to head to an entirely different establishment. It would not be his first, nor last, barhop, and not even remotely the first time he would have done so just to join a fight happening somewhere else.

Marcos would put his all into getting there quickly and serving their de facto leader, the young Eyrien mutt who so enjoyed finding mischief and ostensibly pretended that her caste was not Warlord Prince. Even if it meant he was just helping at the edges, he might get obligated into helping her kill her problem, and that made his blood sing with prayer as the world blurred past him as he enhanced his speed and his might to push him down blocks at a time, leaping and letting the winds push him forward in mighty bounds that stunned those watching him pass.

He had mastered fighting and killing flying enemies; the Bull had certainly learned to charge as a result and the world surrendered to him as he made himself close to the scene of this fruit basket of horrors she was currently doing her best to manage.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #30 on: Nov 15, 17, 08:01:53 PM »
Hrodi hated bars. More specifically, he hated the people in them, simply because they were close to him. His younger sister, however, loved the commotion and chaos and noise. He sometimes wondered how they were even related, which was something he'd voiced aloud when she informed him that they were going to a bar. His answer had been no, and though he outranked her in Caste and Jewels, Hrodi was at a bar. At least the beer was good.

His standoffish demeanor kept everyone else away, which suited Hrodi just fine. Thankfully, it seemed to suit his sister as well, and she was happy to watch the people around them while sipping her drink. He jerked slightly when the request for help got to him, causing his sister to frown, which only deepened when he stood. His response along the thread to him was a feeling of exasperation as he wondered what Silver had gotten herself into this time. Still, if she was requesting help, even for bystanders rather than for herself, it must be serious.

"What's-" She started, but went quiet when his eyes flashed to hers. She knew him and could see the temper rising.

"Go back to the house," he told her and she didn't argue. She quickly paid for their drinks and they headed for the door. Hrodi didn't like leaving her to her own devices, but she could at least make it to the house their family owned here on her own. He ran the opposite way, and people quickly got out of the way of a running Warlord Prince. His blood sang with the desire for a fight, and the frustration that it might not happen.

It was not difficult to spot the destruction left by the fight when he got to the Briar Rose. Hrodi's fists were clenched as he resisted the desire to go join in the fight, and to protect the Healer. She had said not to, and for now, he would respect that order. Instead, he turned his attention to the buildings nearby, deciding how best to protect the people inside them.


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #31 on: Nov 15, 17, 08:41:49 PM »
For once, Silver had no time for banter while she fought. It was uncommon for her to actually go to blows these days with someone who sincerely risked outstripping her, not when she was willing to employ her Jewels and real effort. Yet Draven stood just as deep in the Abyss as she, and the violence and instinct inherent in his caste, paired with the populated setting they were in, made this a truly dangerous altercation. It was worse because he seemed to care not one whit for the damage being inflicted on the world around him, and Silver already knew from experience that this was not even as careless as the man could get. It was easy to recall how he'd looked the last time she'd seen him, literally aflame with his fury and intent on killing her.

Draven, it seemed, recalled the last time as well. He repaid her strike with the (suddenly flaming) piece of wood with an attempt at headbutting her. He had to move in to do it, though, and that half-second of warning was all it took for the Healer to bow her head. His brow did not bloody her nose as he'd likely hoped, but instead smacked against the much harder top of her head.

Silver didn't wait, but grabbed one of his arms and spun around, stepping away from him as she did so. Just a little, to pull him further off balance. With one of his arms pulled over her shoulder, she doubled over and pulled him with, and attempted to flip him over and slam the asshole's body into the street he'd just cracked.




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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #32 on: Nov 15, 17, 10:07:44 PM »
Darien’s search for the son of a family friend had hit a snag. Last he’d heard, Lord William Astin took a coach to Rockland, leaving his younger sister behind without so much as a backward glance. Darien needed to get eyes on the younger man and make sure that he was alive just to make sure that his uncle didn’t call out the dogs on the woman supposedly responsible for William’s suddenly departure from town. “Lady D”, as she was called, was notoriously elusive but Darien was closing in on her. He’d stopped a local coffee shop to meet with a contact who could put him in contact with Lady D, but said contact was running late.

Darien was enjoying his third cup of hot chocolate when Dale advised the Unchained that Silver was, surprise of surprises, in a bit of a jam. While the Unchained had no de facto leader, they all realized that Silver was the common link between them. So when the proverbial balloon went up and one of the Unchained was in trouble, the other members of the squad did the right thing and came to their aid. After they got done trouncing whoever was stupid enough to fight a Gray Jeweled Healer (and who knew that Gray Jeweled Healers could fight?), Darien would head to Rockland.

But first, someone needed an asskicking.

The Briar Rose was three blocks from his current location. Darien tossed down the money for his drink, took the cup, and walked down the street at a leisurely pace. Even if he hadn’t known where he was headed, the sounds of objects being thrown and fists impacting against shields would have lead him to the destination. The Briar Rose was on the next street, but Darien stopped about fifteen steps before he reached the corner and finished his drink. This hot chocolate was wonderful and he wasn’t about to spill it or waste it just because Silver was currently picking a fight. So Darien finished his drink, even as melons and vegetables were splattering shields and people. Once the mug was empty, Darien dropped it in a nearby trash can, cracked his knuckles, and adjusted his vest. His Sapphire hung in its golden setting around his neck.

He took a deep breath.

But, for the grace of Night, go I.” Darien murmured, walking to the edge of the sidewalk and turning the corner.

He saw the wheel from the cart hurting toward his head and relaxed his concentration for half of a second. The wheel flew through his intangible form and Darien sighed.

It’s gonna be one of those days, isn’t it?

Silver was forty feet to his south, her back to him, going toe to toe with a fellow that Darien recognized from Logan Morr’s Court. Draven Fucking Rook. Of all the assholes in Goth that Silver could be trading shots with, she picked one of Morr’s toughest and least sane bullyboys.

Yep. One of those days.

Dale chimed in to remind that Silver wanted everyone keeping the bystanders safe from the two Gray Jewels slugging it out in the middle of Goth. Lovely.

A pair of people walked by him then, looking as though they were headed toward the Briar Rose. Darien stopped them.

You don’t want to go this way. Two Grays are undergoing a complex mating ritual that looks like a fist-fight. Just keep walking and you can tell your grandkids about the time you almost got turned into paste.” Darien said, shielding himself as another blow rattled the windows of a nearby building. The bystanders turned and ran.

Way to go, Silver. I could have sold tickets to this with SOME ADVANCED WARNING!



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #33 on: Nov 15, 17, 10:55:44 PM »
192, Summer: Just outside the Briar Rose

Najda Rishdotter loved Silver, in so many ways. But perhaps one of the best things about her dear friend, was Silver’s relentless courage. Oh, and the way chaos followed her round. The Valkyie had been shopping, red-brown curls glistening golden in the sun, exquisite wings flared to drink in the warmth. She’d been meandering her way down the street, purchasing at least one item from each vendor. And doing so, of course, always involved conversation. Nadja had been walking this street, at roughly this time of day, for decades. She didn’t just know many of the merchants, but had known their parents. Watched their children grow up. It was truly amazing, how much information could be obtained just by listening. Just by being what she was, a Priestess.

She had been shopping at Larry’s Fruits, when the Territory Court’s resident source of chaos chased Silver out into the street. Instinctively, Najda moved Larry and Larry, Jnr behind her. But she didn’t think to shield the Cart.

So when Draven Rook shattered said Cart on her dearest friend’s back, Najda hollered reflexively, “You’re paying for that!” A few layers of Shields between the combatant and panicked onlookers prevented any immediate deaths, though the shattered tiles from the road way hit with such force that they shattered her lesser Shields and left blood and bruises in their wake.

Nadja was no Grey Jewel, and without back up, she couldn’t keep the injuries to acceptable levels. Silver, though, had it covered; the Thread requesting help reached her just as Najda ushered the fruit vendor and his kid into the Briar rose, snagging a flagon of ale from a startled customer while was at it. She winked at the bar tender, then took a Guard position in front of the doorway.

It gave her a great view, and the bar tender was likely to keep her in beers as long as she kept destruction from raining down on his bar. The blasts of power shivered over her wings; she felt the excitement of the fight, but had no need to interfere. This was Silver’s moment, and Nadja would never take that from her.




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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #34 on: Nov 16, 17, 11:18:06 AM »
Draven didn't notice the swarm of compatriots that Silver Thrax was summoning to the perimeter of the makeshift battleground. If he were smart he probably would have summoned other members of the Court. But Draven didn't consider this a life or death situation (yet). He just figured it was him kicking the ass of some chick who deserved to get her ass kicked. No need for Court Business here.

As it was, he was too focused on the Healer herself to care much about who was looking at them or yelling things. It'd get sorted out later. It always did.

Instead he focused on the fact his head kind of hurt when he drove his forehead into Silver's, crashing his thick skull into her own. No nose-crunching-satisfying-action. Instead they kind of rebounded off each-other. She was quicker on it than he was, discarding her flaming and disintegrating club to grab Draven and arc his shoulder and back. She heaved and he went down hard, crashing into the dirt with enough force to jostle him and buckle his shields. Dust, heads of cabbage, and little debris hopped up from the ground from the force of the impact.

The Gray Warlord Prince grunted in annoyance, but not true anger. He wasn't out of it yet. "Knew you... just wanted me.. on my back." He taunted her and with a tug of his arm that let out a soft pop he sent the Green through his limbs for alacrity. He twirled his legs to sweep her off of hers.

Whether her landing was a graceful one or not, Draven kip-upped to his feet. The Warlord Prince was focused and fast. He had always had to be nimble before, and a scrappy fighter. With his good arm he grabbed her by her hair (bad form!) and with a tug of Jewel-Powered strength, sent her flying through the air and into the Briar Rose's window back into the bar.

After the act of defenestration he grabbed his arm and with an audible pop and a grunt of pain, pushed it back into place. The Warlord Prince stood up, took the moment to gather his energy and roll his neck while taking in a deep breath.

"HEY HUNNY, CAN YOU GRAB ME A DRINK WHILE YOU'RE IN THERE!?" He yelled out through the open window, uncaring of the watching populace.

Yeah. She was gonna be mad. The thought of that made his face split into a wide grin.






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #35 on: Nov 16, 17, 12:19:18 PM »
The streets blurred together as he took them in a flash, bounding ever closer to the target, the war-torn Briar Rose.

The Blood Opal Warlord Prince landed dramatically from his last bound; the sky had seemed to open for the Dhemlanese warrior. Shrugging out of his long coat, he was dressed in an immaculate suit, likened to one born of steel, shining silver overlaid and embellished with black, before being adorned with a skull on both his tie and his lapel. The sharp black shoes showed a slight scuffing on their sides and their toes, now, from the energy beaten against them on his hurry here, which did not seem to slow him down.

Rolling his neck, he smiled to see the two clash, and followed the action for a moment. Silver fell into a bit of a trap of her own as she seemed to think her safe; Draven took advantage of her lowered defenses. She had no time to respond before she was gone, and he winced, but couldn't stop from smirking. It was an easy mistake, one many strong brawlers like himself enjoyed lulling people into, and it hurt to see her fall to it against some twerp one fifteenth her age. But it was exhilirating to watch it, all the same, and he felt his body burn with a need to engage. There was doubtfully anyone in this entire territory who he would consider his superior in battle, and he relished the very smell of sweat, the sound of flesh crushed by flesh, the coppery tang one could taste in the air when blood was ripped free from its former host, or certainly the feel of a hand grasping desperately at your own in desire to dislodge it from them, or the sight of cracked bone ripped free of skin.

Mistakes were made, though; even he'd fallen fool to these gambits in the heat of the moment. He knew all too well it was so easy to judge from outside, when your brain wasn't hemmorhaging and your eyesight wasn't blurry from blows. His heart quickened just to imagine the perfectly drunken altered state of how the two must feel, and his every urge flooded him to leap into the fray and maybe try to drag a blade across and open a second smile on the boisterous First Circle court member's throat. His pants tightened slightly just at the fantasy, of the look of surprise and the cow-eyed praying for help from the very man holding the blade.

But he did what he was asked to do, and peeked into the bar from an angle distant, looking to see if there was anyone trapped within by the fracas that had returned. If so, he would do his best to try to create deflecting shields, forcing his jewel's strength out to better diminish the risk of the so-called innocents inside that their healer warrior was so very concerned with, the bleeding heart that she could often be.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #36 on: Nov 16, 17, 09:08:12 PM »
Hrodi was about to duck into a nearby establishment to see how many people were inside and if they needed help, but the sound of breaking glass had him turning back around. From his angle, he could see that it was the Briar Rose, and he could also see Marcos. He heard Darien’s shout as well. Good, he wasn’t the only one who had made it here already. More backup was better, even if they all wore Jewels that were Lighter than both combatants.

The shout from a male outside the Briar Rose clued Hrodi in on what exactly the crash was, and why he couldn’t see Silver. She must have been sent inside through the window. He took a step forward, then stopped and took a deep breath to try to control his temper over a Healer being treated like that, even one who behaved more like a Warlord Prince than a Healer. Even if she might have also started the fight.

Hrodi took a few steps so that he could mirror Marcos, looking into the bar from far enough away that he would hopefully not end up getting the attention of the Gray that Silver was fighting. He wrapped himself in a skin-tight Sapphire shield, just in case. There were people inside the Briar Rose, and he was afraid they might need more help than he could provide from here.

Hrodi ducked into an alley that would let him get to the bar’s back door. From there, he headed inside, where people were huddled in the kitchen. Some were patrons and others were workers, and he stretched a Sapphire shield over them, with an Opal behind it. He could see through the door into the front of the bar, where he spotted Nadja. Maybe they could get the people out of there. Even if the fight moved outside the front again, Hrodi thought getting the bystanders away from it was for the best. All the sneaking and trying not to attract attention was frustrating to the Warlord Prince who just wanted to charge in and help Silver. Then yell at her.


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #37 on: Nov 17, 17, 02:16:19 AM »
There wasn’t anywhere in Kaeleer save Rhiland’s holiest Keep, The Black Mountain, that wasn’t close for Ishanvi. Anywhere the winds went she could travel without fail. She hadn’t needed beacon gems or landing points since her early teenage years. The Healer’s call came when her Wildling was on the way back from attending to matters of the Rebellion. In the same breath she’d taken before Silver’s mind touched her own, Wildling slipped from the Blood Opal to the Red and raced at a steady pace towards the Briar Rose.

She flew, not like an Eyrien but a creature of air and magic, towards her brethren, her unchained family in any storm. It was not as fast as she could go. However, the speed at which she traveled allowed the Red Jeweled warrior witch to descend to her power’s greatest depth. When asked not to interfere odds were split that she’d do as asked or as instinct wished. This she knew about herself and so Ishanvi prepared.

When she arrived the witch didn’t immediately drop from the winds that embraced her in their breezes like the favored daughter of their secrets the Wildling was born to know. The world was stranger than even the Valkyrie understood. Ishanvi was not one of the Sekhalasi. It was not her place to teach any, especially a woman of Eyrien blood, the secrets of Nharkava and her holy gardens. In a space that existed only for those with the power of dragon and spirit coursing in their veins, Ishanvi took measure of the scene. She cast out her senses into the realm of flesh and fight below to make note of her friends and pick her point of entry.

It was Nadja she felt first in the doorway and such made her smile. The Green Jeweled Priestess never failed to place herself between chaos and the people just trying to live unscathed by its cruelest turns. Next she felt Darien and she could all but taste his irritation. The Bull and the Paladin she sensed last and in all their placements and she tried to guess at the Healer’s place in all the mess. The trick was not seeking her by signature but the way the winds trembled as her bursts of Gray power sent ripples through the world. What worried her was all the bodies within the tavern for which they all had a fondness that had nothing to do with their violent world.

*Coming in behind you,* her mind reached out to the Eyrien Rhilander in warning. Seconds later she dropped back into the world of being instead of that which moved. Ishanvi slipped from the winds and the air outside the Briar Rose crackled with electricity. A gust of air accompanied the witch as she appeared behind the door where Nadja stood her feet touching down with barely a sound. Feline in grace and speed she turned so that her back faced the half-breed’s wings leaving them both better covered in case Silver’s adversary called for backup.

Wildling wore a bodice of black brocade and a pair of low slung harem pants that rippled in her entry’s wake and left her with a full range of motion. Later, the cold of the season would hit her bones and she’d hole up in Darien’s apartment close to being in the fire as her shields allowed.

Adrenaline, protective fury, and her shields of Blood Opal and Red protected her in the moment. As ever about her form were charms of faith and objects of fury, a blessed blade on each hip.

One eye a midnight brown the other a molten gold landed on Draven while her hair still bounced in the breeze of her entry. They did not find Silver. Immediately, her thoughts touched with the thoughts of the Unchained, all gathered save for their Duchess whose means of entering a sticky situation were far more subtle tools than those the rest of their number employed and Dale whose gifts were less martial than those of his family of choice. *Where is she?* The Healer’s presence was one she’d managed to estimate but her landing placed her nearer Morr’s former and Harmaa’s current pet rabid Warlord Prince than the Healer for whom her heart sung a sister’s love.

Head turned to the side she spoke to the Priestess whose back she guarded. “How many inside?”  Her fingers itched for the spray of a Glacian bootlicker’s blood. But his Gray outstripped her Red and fearless though she could be, Ishanvi wouldn’t risk the Jewels gifted to her by Sweet Night to help see her home free. In the end, it was Nharkava and not Silver’s order that momentarily stayed the witch’s wrath and kept her focused on those bystanders trapped in the fray.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #38 on: Nov 17, 17, 09:12:09 AM »
At first, Silver was too focused on the altercation with Draven to notice as her gangmates showed up, one by one. The first awareness of it she had was the sound of Darien's voice, yelling something about advanced notice. It was all the distraction Draven needed, and Silver was airborne in short order, afterwards. It all happened so quickly, too quickly for Silver to orient herself well enough erect a shield against the building in order to stop herself from going through the front window of the Briar Rose. Glass and someone else's Craft protections shattered all at once, and though most inside had had sense enough (or maybe guidance enough from Nadja and the others) to move away from the window, an unlucky booth and table set was demolished in her landing. The Healer slid to a stop in a hard slap against the bottom of the bar itself, though by then she'd managed to buffer herself with enough Craft to keep from crushing the bar entirely.

"This motherfucker..." she growled quietly to herself, pausing for just a second to reflect on just what an asshole Draven Rook was. Just a second, just long enough to breathe the curse on his name, and it was then that she felt them. She knew them by their old wounds first, familiar to her in a way more instinctual than names or faces. That she felt Nadja, Hrodi, and the wildling nearby made her pause long enough to extend her senses and look for the others. She picked them out as she pulled herself to her feet, glass shards and tongues of cracked wood shuffling off of her as she did so. The presence of her allies both encouraged her and made the situation a little more dire; just as half of them would likely ensure that no one unintended was hurt in the ongoing brawl, the other half would be fighting against their natures to resist the urge to jump in and fight, themselves. Expedience was wise, then.

Without sparing even a glance for those inside the pub, Silver obfuscated herself in regards to sight and sound. Draven had made a target of himself, standing outside in the middle of the street, and Silver pushed Craft behind herself to become the arrow meant to sunder him. Out of what seemed like nowhere, she slammed into him with the full weight of both her body and her Jewels, driving the both of them across the remainder of the street and into the wall of the building beyond. A single layer of Gray shield between Draven and the building was the only thing that kept him from being pummeled through the brick and mortar, but Silver's protection of the structure did absolutely nothing to keep Draven from being crushed between a fairly literal rock and a hard place.

She leaned back from him just enough to raise a fist, and though she channeled enough strength into it to have (hopefully) shattered his face, Draven's instincts and quickness succeeded in just getting his head out of the way of that fist before it landed. The blow was near enough that she swore she felt the scruff of his unshaven face, but ultimately, it was the building behind him that shuddered with the impact, rather than the Warlord Prince.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #39 on: Nov 17, 17, 03:43:08 PM »
Silver lifted him off his feet as she drove them both into the building behind him. His shields buckled and he could feel them creak. He layered Green beneath Gray and again and again, knowing that they'd get broken in time. His reservoir wasn't infinite, but neither was hers. They both had the Gray, and while she had a Sapphire to his Green, if he could land a solid enough blow it wouldn't matter. The fact was at the moment they teetered back and forth, one winning over the other at different points. Draven let out a huff of air and ducked her punch that shattered stone and sent dust and debris falling around them.

Draven delivered a couple quick punches against her midsection, meeting her shields but eliciting a couple grunts from her from the force of it. She elbowed him in the face and sent him stumbling to the side but his shields maintained. He answered with a right cross that she narrowly ducked and gave him a jab to the gut for his trouble, but he seemed to suffer through it in order to feint a left and followed with a right hook that sent her bouncing back a few steps as she hopped to recover her balance.

Each delivery of blows made little sounds of thunder that echoed through their chosen arena. There was a lull in the action as they each caught their breath and sized each-other up, fists raised and prepared. Trying to sucker punch the other with a stealth spell wouldn't be easy and would drain their energies for the fight. Sure, you might land a solid hit, but you could leave yourself open to get your ribs or your skull shattered if you fucked it up.

A manic, excited grin spread over his face. "Seems we're getting an audience. You about to get made famous.

That's okay, hunny, if you wanna say sorry I won't kick your ass in front of half of Goth."


That seemed to have set off the Gray Jeweled Healer, and she came at him like a hot-headed bull. Draven was ready for her though, and he ducked low into her charge and delivered an upper-cut that could have snapped her head straight off her head were it not for her Jewels. Instead it sent her head arching back and sent her take some drunken steps backward. She had looked a little hurt from all that bouncing back, but the anger overrode any pain. She answered back with a wollop of an angered punch that sent Draven flying through the air to crash into the second level wall of a nearby apartment building. Brick, dust, and wood flew around him and he skid along the wall to unceremoniously land onto his feet with a grunt. Debris fell around him and across his Gray Shields which cracked and then fell apart. He summoned another, but the effort wasn't an easy one.

A trail of blood slid down his right nostril, and Draven took a slow breath as he ran his tongue across his mustache to take it in. His eyes settled onto Silver again (though they were a mite blurry), and he grinned.

"Come on, baby. Let's give these fuckin plebs a show. Unless you're already tired!"

He set his feet apart, took a deep breath and with a near suicidal grin he leapt through the air to deliver a superman-esque punch across her pretty little jaw.






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #40 on: Nov 17, 17, 03:55:01 PM »
Tylmandra had been in the middle of something when Dale's psychic projection had reached her. The fact that Silver was asking for backup for the collateral damage and not the fight itself was an annoyance in and of itself. The fact that she was having a fight in the middle of Goth was an even greater annoyance. Tylmandra valued secrecy and discretion above everything else and with the recent trouble the Gray Jeweled Healer had gotten into with the Territory Court and she took off toward the Briar Rose with a smidge of anxiety.

The last thing she needed was Lord Black finding her and finding out about her Caste and sticking her into some Court. Worst still, the last thing she needed was the Territory Court to look at her and the rest of the Unchained as a problem. Given what had happened to the Hell Lords and Morr's Court that boded badly for anyone who got on the wrong side of Little Terreille's ruling court.

So she took the fastest Wind she could toward the Briar Rose. She'd done business out of it before so it was a locale she was familiar with. She had been with the Duchess at the time, and as such had scooped her up and taken her along with her as they set down onto the nearest Landing Pad. Nearly taking the Duchess by the hand, the hidden Red Jeweled Queen made her way to the scene with alacrity, using Craft to enhance her acrobatics and to get her on top of a roof to give her a vantage point of the scene.

What she found was a city street cleared and filled with debris with Silver and.. some crazy-looking-guy (A Warlord Prince, if the Scent was right) duking it out in the middle of town without much regard for the surrounding structures. She could sense the other Unchained, as only Silver stood deeper in the Abyss than her. She felt relief sensing their different scents and Jewels: Red, Sapphire, Sapphire, Green, Blood Opal, and more.

"This is a shit show." She said softly in a growled note of annoyance to the Duchess beside her.

She reached out mentally to the others (not Silver, though. Girl looked busy) and spoke in a focused and commanding tone as the Queen in her came out.

*Hey, is everyone alright? Anyone know who she is fighting?*



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #41 on: Nov 18, 17, 05:00:42 AM »
This is a shit show.

Tylmandra was precisely right. While Elisabeth had noted the message at the same time as everyone else, she would much rather have preferred to get there by a Red Wind of travel than her own Rose or Purple Dusk. It was easy to surrender to the Queen's power, as it would have for any of the Blood that were both reasonably sane as well as in tune to what they were. The Duchess, was both of these, given her cautiousness and mental clarity, as well as regular visits to a Priestess. Thus, the bullshit playing out for anyone to see, and most pivotal, for someone to easily take advantage of, the Lady began her usual work.

Damage control. Because almost no one thought of that other than her, and perhaps the Queen that had been ever so useful a presence. A tiny smile was shot toward the Queen, and for one that literally, almost never allowed even the slightest tell or even hint of prickly nature evident about her, that was akin to beaming into a grin for the Lady Carlisle. While she was not from Goth, she had spent enough time in Little Terreille to know that the people that lived in the city didn't like everything torn and a complete mess, especially from those that weren't going to bother forking over marks for the damage. Certainly not a raging Warlord Prince at the least of matters.

"It is. But I am well used to the temper tantrums of Warlord Princes. He's stronger than ... I've personally dealt with however." In other circumstances Elisabeth would have gotten closer to work her webs, but doing so would have presented a danger and left her, a considerable target, so she didn't. Items however that might serve as aiding to the fight, began to move out of visible range as the delicate webs eased from the Black Widow's fingertips. There would have been a time that such a man would have raised her pulse, but too much time as a wealthy aristocrat, heiress, and time in a complicated marriage had changed that. As such, the Lady Carlisle was all business.

Glowing with a whisper of a pulse of her combined birthright and offering jewels she began to weave delicate compulsions to keep people that were less darkly jewelled than herself away from the area. She began to reinforce buildings, lightposts, linking the idea of the weight of what a continued fight like this where people lived and worked wouldn't be wise. If nothing at all, it would at least cause some confusion, and perhaps force the enraged male to realise that discussion might be better. After all, it wasn't as if he could take them all.

Hopefully.

Cleverest of all, each compulsion she linked through to a series of shadow builds that were kept ready to disperse throughout the area. They'd be collected before the disturbance was over, but for the moment, Elisabeth's goal was to tightly contain the fight at minimum, prevent any damage further to property, and restore what could be repaired, and reinforce damaged sections of the road and anything else that had received a backlash of power. Each shadow build - a set of eight flung out to rest in a neat circle to create a "battle ring" that could contain the Unchained from being responsible for causing more mess than they were supposed to be helping.

*Unchained. Feed your strength into my shadow builds, if you please. He can't take out Silver and all of us at once. Once we have, it'll mean she can do the same. I've created a series of webs to keep the public out of this area, as well as rendering it invisible to scrying as best I can. If you'll help me, only someone stronger than a pair of Greys and really good with finding people could cause more trouble. If we're precision correct, we could end this, and either make an ally, or at least go our separate ways for the evening on schedule once more.*

The message was neatly sent through a similar way which they had received the call for aide, a narrowly banded broadcast for the Unchained based upon her familiarity of each of their presences. It was as cultured and precise - and near emotionless as Elisabeth ever spoke of any topic.

Because no one fought like that without a reason, even if it was a stupid one.

"He's not yours, unfortunately, but perhaps you can fix it? I could be wrong, but the last time I saw that kind of rage was from his grace," she remarked in turn to Tylmandra. The Hidden Queen was one of the very few people that knew that the nickname wasn't just a nickname, but a title, despite her estrangement. "I heard something a while back about a blast of Grey power just like that when the new Queen was taking stock of the city either just before, or after the Hell Lords were practically erased. Burned up an entire building with people inside."

Elisabeth tilted her head and raised her brows.

She couldn't deal fire power nearly as much as the others could, but damage control, making the Unchained look good, and hiding their mistakes, that she was very, very good at, other than sussing out information.


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #42 on: Nov 18, 17, 02:41:47 PM »
192, Summer: Just outside the Briar Rose
(Note: I’m using Summer-Sky for Najda’s mental Threads because she is the only Unchained with one.)

Darien
Darien’s Psychic scent nearly always smelled of chocolate, to Najda. She was -aware- this wasn’t true, that in fact it was merely long exposure to how he always, without fail, found the best chocolate within a 10-mile radius of wherever they were. So when a trick of the air spun a tantalizing breath of really fine cocoa towards Nadja, she’d known without turning away from shepherding Larry and Larry, Jr. to safety, that Darien Embers had arrived.

Darien’s shout about advanced warning was amusing, yet also let Nadja know he’d handle that side of the brawl. Darien tended to think ill of himself, but Najda trusted his instincts. He’d keep people out of trouble, safely, carefully, with minimum effort used for maximum effect.

He was always efficient, that way.

Marcos
Somehow, Marcos Torrero always made an entrance. He blended elegance and raw danger in a way that most people only dreamed of. But the single item that always impressed Nadja most, was how he did so in such a practical manner. Yes, the Blood-Opal Warlord Prince landed before the Briar Rose with a mighty crash like thunder that shook what remained of the windows and made the ground tremble. And indeed, he wore a suit only the most wealthy and well connected might adorn themselves with. But not one bit of the stirred up dust and debris settled upon his vastly expensive, utterly gorgeous liquid metal suit. In fact, the only damage to his apparel was a bit of scuff on his shoes. That, the Priestess knew, would bother him. But she’d taken in his landing with a glance, and hadn’t time to spin a few illusions over his shoes for him. He took no more than a moment to assess the fight, and seemed to come to the same conclusion Najda had.

For now, the two Gray’s were content to keep this a brawl, for establishing dominance, not a fight, meant to kill people. A series of Purple-Dusk and Green Shields slid into play, seeking to redirect or minimize damage. There still wasn't enough gathered strength to form a proper Circle, and contain the damage fully. But there would be, soon.

Hrodi
Nadja felt Opal and Sapphire Shields spin into place behind her, in the back of the bar. A grin curved her lips and brightened her eyes. Though Hrodi was unlikely to see it, unless some trick of mirrors and windows reflected it back to him, he’d hear the warmth and approval echoed in her mind-voice through the exquisitely balanced and powerful Mind Thread Dale held open for them all. *Thank you, Hrodi. Yon Gray Warlord Prince seems fairly controlled for now, but I heard he likes to burn buildings down when riled. Once he figures out he might lose, things could get dangerous.* It was likely a measure of just how long Nadja had been Silver’s friend, that she didn’t particularly consider the situation dangerous, just yet.

And a measure of how much she trusted and respected Hrodi, that Valkyrie sent Larry, and Larry, Jr, to him without hesitation or delay. “Go to Hrodi, He’ll see you get out of the building. I’ll see to it the Territory Court reimburses you for your Cart.” Many a Warlord Prince could not be this close to a fight, and still think clearly. The Paladin, however - he was a different.

*I’ll funnel folks to you, see if we can get them safely out the back before the fight comes back here.* And Najda did so, guiding people to Hrodi and safety.

Ishvani
Nadja didn’t hold the gifts of the Wildling; she couldn’t sense the Winds and in their glory as Ishvani could. She treasured the unusual, mystical witchling, and felt only delight as that familiar, treasured presence settled in behind her.

Behind her.

It was likely that only if one had wings, would they, could they, ever understand the measure of trust and respect it required to permit an armed, deadly person in a position where they could maim or cripple without warning. There were few, even amongst the Unchained, whom Nadja would permit to stand there.

Ishvani was one.

Nadja’s wings brushed over the wilding in lieu of a hand clasp, then folded neatly out of the way. Pride, joy and a brief moment of deep seated belonging touched her. Only in glimpses gained through shattered glass and mirrors could Nadja see the Wildling; yet those were enough. The Valkyrie had seen her in battle gear before, black bodice intricately embroidered and soft, silken pants that fluttered with every move. So too did charms, pendants and gilded runes ring and dance upon the Wildling.

Before Najda could answer Ishvani’s very reasonable query as to just where their erst-while leader had gone, said Healer leapt to her feet.

Amusement danced in Najda’s mental tones, and the brief laugh that audibly accompanied her reply.

*There! But they’ve been dropping in and out of my senses the whole fight. He’s smarter than he looks, that Warlord Prince. He’s learned enough respect to sometimes use tactics.*

“Thirteen yet remain in here; Hrodi is getting them out the back. Darien is preventing anyone new from throwing themselves into harm’s way. Marcos is keeping the buildings from tumbling down ... but likely your Red and my Green would help with that.” Layered all together, their four Jewels ought to stop a single, Gray attack.

Hopefully.


Silver and Draven

The Warlord Prince had tossed Silver clean through Nadja’s own Shields on the Briar Rose, shattering them along with the window. Silver’s soft curse echoed, and then the only sound was that of debris raining to the floor. Silver herself could not be seen, or heard or sensed; not by Nadja, anyway.

A shattering impact from the street, and the Gray Warlord Prince was shoved back and into a building, as if an invisible hand had shoved him there.

Silver appeared, and her punch nearly took the building down. The fight became a proper fist-fight, for a while, but Nadja watched closely ready to slide Shields between them and any hapless building that got in their way, carefully layering them with Marcos’ and Darien’s

The Hidden Queen
The Advent of another Red Jewel could not go unnoticed; the Duchess and the Hidden Queen both appeared on a nearby roof top, surveying the scene. They were, perhaps, not as safe as they expected; either Grey was quite capable of destroying the building they were on with little notice. Reflexively, Najda threw a vast shield over the side of the building nearest the fight.

The Queen’s question came out with the tone of command. Najda replied along the shared Thread Dale had formed for them. *Just bruises, here; a few onlookers got a tad more hurt before our Shields were in place. Most of the non-combatants have been evacuated out.*

Nadja did not answer for the rest of the Unchained, though she expected equally reassuring news from each.

*I do believe it is the same Grey whom she offended in Gate City; he seems to be looking for an apology for that altercation.*

Not that Silver would ever give him one.

The Duchess

Debris began to melt away from the field of battle, as delicate and efficient Purple-Dusk power swept through the area. The Duchess had a surpassing skill. That skill was highlighted as a proper Battle-Arena appeared around the brawlers. Reinforced, those shadow structures could contain further damage and save lives.

When the Duchess requested yet more strength be fed into the Shadow buildings, Nadja hesitated only long enough to asses her Jewel strength. She withdrew her Shields on the outer buildings, save the one that the Duchess and the Hidden Queen perched upon, and wove her strength into those false buildings that formed the Battle Arena. Quietly she counted Jewel strength, unknowingly echoing the Hidden Queen’s own thoughts.

One Rose, one Summer-Sky, two Purple-Dusk ... all together nearly the strength of an Opal.

Two full Opals, two Blood-Opal. Call all of that together enough to counter the Warlord Prince’s Green, with a Blood-Opal to reinforce, and account for cut/uncut Jewel strength.

Two Greens, two Sapphires, two Reds.

Yes, they ought to be able to contain him, if there was need and in the unlikely event Silver couldn’t handle him.

But only ought to, for a man or woman was much more than Jewel Strength alone.

A whisper of thought, sent along the chanel held open by Dale. *Well done, Duchess. Thank you.*

Louder, more directed to everyone, Nadja continued. *So far they are both in control; no Power Bolts or Witchfire at play. It’s best if they can settle this in a brawl, else they’ll just do it all again, later.*



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #43 on: Nov 19, 17, 04:22:46 PM »
The savage Warlord Prince Draven Rook really violently misunderstood the mood of the crowd assembled before him, as he seemed to assume them just some gathering mob of looky-loos. He was delightfully unaware they were the very gang that served the woman he was beating on, and somehow, Marcos found that absolutely marvelous, and laughed cheerfully while their fight continued, comforted by that apparent misunderstanding. The amusement helped soften the frustration of not being able to slit his throat, or worse. Helped it a lot, really.

Plus, the guy had a decent sense of joie de vivre, which Marcos thought was so very critical for the happiness of a soul. For this, he had the Bull's fullest respect.

Tylmandra urged a call and response, and he focused to respond, briefly, distracted but happy to answer the checking in of the group. *Other than really wanting to jump in and fight this perfectly nice man, I am just fine. And he is just who Nadja says; some first circle nutjob, the douchebag who tried to work her into a contract when she came through the gate.*

Marcos did not, however, feed his jewel to the Duchess. He was one of the weakest in their motley crue, and against a Gray, he would need every drop of power left in him that he was not letting be siphoned out in preparative shields that would hopefully protect the building from coming down around them.

He kept his power in reserve, rather than give it, as he felt a burning urge to do just as he professed to Tylmandra. The fight was boiling yet, both throwing one another about with the force of their power, and he felt a deep and unabiding yearning to do what little else he could to close and control the destruction in a most final and brutal way.

But Silver had made it clear this was her fight, and so he granted her the violence all her own for a little longer, keeping himself alert to see if it would boil over rather than merely boil. Many of them were warriors, ready for such a melee, and he had no doubt that quick action and overwhelming numbers would see this man strung up by his intestines with minimal difficulty once they committed to it.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #44 on: Nov 20, 17, 08:44:11 PM »
Busy as she was, Silver was mostly unaware of the machinations of the rest of the Unchained. She knew in a vague sense that they were present; Darien had shouted, after all, and both Marcos' Blood Opal and Nadja's Green were nearly as familiar to the Healer as her own Jewels. It was enough to know that they had responded, at least in part. It allowed Silver to assume they were looking after the bystanders and focus more fully on the Warlord Prince before her. She was faintly grateful that she hadn't any sense of the Reds, as she doubted the ability of the Wildling and the would-be Queen to heed her request that they not involve themselves directly in the fight. Ishanvi spoiled for a good brawl as much as Marcos did, it sometimes seemed, but lacked the restraint the Warlord Prince had learned over centuries. Tylmandra had some restraint, but was also just too damn bossy to stay her hand, if she thought she saw a better way of doing things.

By the time Draven was staring down at her from a hole he'd just made in the second story of a nearby business, Silver was panting softly and a good bit more achey than she was used to being in a fist fight. Draven didn't look any better off, at least. He launched himself off of the building just about the time that not one, but two Reds registered in Silver's periphery, and she swore softly beneath her breath. She reinforced her deflective shields and dug in, hoping to break that asshole's fist when it jammed into what might as well have been solid granite where she stood.

Maybe it was the angle of Draven's attack, or the hair of distraction on Silver's part due to the gathering of her comrades, or just a bad day for the Healer. Whatever the reason, when this particular unstoppable force met this particular immovable object, it was the latter that was proven less than absolute. Draven flattened Silver, and it was only because her shields were inordinately strong that he didn't crush her skull entirely.

"Nnggrrhhh. That.. usually.. works.. better..." she groaned, from the pile of hurt he'd created on the cobblestone. Draven was on top of her too quickly, and Silver was reduced to a guard position for a few breaths while he worked her over like a punching bag. She locked herself down and fed some of her Sapphire into her head, easing back some of the ache and damage he'd done - and was still doing every time her guard broke the slightest bit. Every blow pissed her off further, as did every second he spent on top of her while she was prone. He knocked her dizzy a couple of times before she finally got her wits and focus aligned enough to lash out, but by then she was angry enough to be effective.

The shift in her body was more than sudden. One second she was laying there guarded beneath him, and in what seemed like the next instant, her hips had bridged and she was throwing him over, ass over shoulder, to land on his back nearby. She held on and pushed, and let the momentum of the move carry her over with him, so that their positions were reversed in the blink of an eye. Rather than expending the energy to slam his body down with that initial impact, Silver painted layers of shields over his shoulders and chest: Gray, Gray, Sapphire, Gray, Sapphire. She pinned him (and his fucking arms because she was fucking tired of getting hit now, thank you) to the ground, and began to return to him the service he'd paid her a moment prior. A snarl locked onto her bloodied face, Silver pummeled Draven's head and face as severely as she could, trying her damnedest to put the asshole to sleep before any more damage could be done to the world around him.



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #45 on: Nov 22, 17, 01:46:06 PM »
Draven was having the time of his life.

Every time he was able to cut loose and keep his head somewhat about him he enjoyed the ability to lay a hurtin' on someone. Even when he wasn't fully in his own mind, he felt a fulfilling warmth spread through him when he could release the restraint on the constant burning itch to fuck someone up. When Amerys had shed her own blood in the city and given him a stir of crazy, he hadn't resisted it but embraced it. To become living fire and to burn to ashes those who threatened the Queen he'd sworn himself to?

Yeah. That had felt real fuckin' good.

And this, too, was amazing. It was rare Draven could go toe to toe with someone and not have it all over too soon. Last time he'd been off his game. She'd caught him unaware. He wasn't in his own head, excuses excuses excuses for why she'd gotten one over him so fast. But now? Now he had no need or burning want to kill Silver Thrax.

He just wanted to kick her ass from one end of Goth to the other.

So when his fist connected to her shielded head and sent her crashing into the earth, he hopped on top of her to pummel that pretty face of hers into a bruised bag. He wouldn't have crushed her head, because really.. this was just exercise and he was trying to prove a point. But he did get some laughing, laughing glee as he wailed on her and had her head rocking about as she used shields and hands to try and ward away his punches.

She suddenly shifted beneath him, a lot more athletic than he gave her credit for, and one moment he was atop her and the next he was beneath her. Now she was the one wailing on him, layering her shields atop him as she began to wail on his face. He wasn't able to block it with his hands, but he could use his Jewels. Not enough to fully deflect her blows, but enough to make sure she didn't fracture his skull. Darkness clouded his vision as she pumelled him, and he felt his resorvoir was starting to empty out.

But he wasn't done yet.

There was a sudden flash of light. One moment Draven was beneath her as little more than a grinning punching bag, and the other was a being of pure Witchfire. Just a second. Enough to burn the shields around him enough to get his arms free. Enough to scare her. Enough to make her think her life was in danger.

Then his fist connected with her face in a monstrous hook that exploded with a thunderous boom as shards of green, sapphire, and gray energy erupted around them. Shields shattered, energies erupted, and Silver was sent flying through the air to land some ten feet away.

Both of them groaned to get to their feet, regathering their energies and their breath. They were winded, bruised, bloodied, but neither looked ready to back down or surrender to the other. Draven flashed a crimson-touched grin as he got his legs underneath him and shot straight up like a rocket to a full standing position.

"Next time you got me on my back, better follow up with a kiss, honey." He taunted out to her, ready for another round, and took the first step to move to charge at her.






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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #46 on: Nov 22, 17, 01:58:02 PM »
Tylmandra watched from the rooftop and grew visibly agitated. The Duchess had a sound plan, but the hidden Queen made no move to surrender her own Jewel strength to it. She was too focused on the fact that both Gray Jewels were brawling with a vicious lack of restraint. Each seemed to be trading advantages, and while Tylmandra had never seen Silver lose a fight, she'd never seen her get beaten around either. When the Healer had described the first altercation with this member of Lord Black's Court (if his identity was correct, from what the other Unchained had said), it had been a swift beat-down that Silver had handed out to an uppity pup.

But this wasn't what had been described earlier.

There was an eruption of light and Tylmandra lifted a gloved hand to cover her eyes from it. One moment Silver had the jerk on the ground, beating his head in, and the next there was fucking witchfire being thrown around and Silver was flying through the air. Dread filled her heart and made her gut sink. If they left them to their own devices at least one of them was going to get killed. If it was Lord Black's pet, that would bring the wrath of the Territory Court down unto the Unchained. Somehow this Warlord Prince had tracked Silver down, did they know about the rest of them?

And if this asshole killed Silver? Sure, the two had disagreements, but there was a resounding, ferocious roar in her head that sparked fire and burned away fear. Silver was one of her people, and she wasn't going to sit idly by while she risked her life.

"This has gone on long enough." She snarled next to the duchess. She drew her blade, stood up, and summoned shields that layered over her body.

~Unchained, I need your help. Get around Silver and Shield her. Work together. All of us protect one another -- make a unified front. If this asshole wants to fight one of us, he fights all of us.

Also, someone hold Silver back.
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She leapt through the air, giving a slight twist of her hips and landed in a spin where she came down in a three point crouch, blade out and alongside her arm, as she placed herself in plain view between the Warlord Prince and the Healer. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, fear raging hard at confronting a Gray Warlord Prince. But knowing Silver was behind her, even if the Healer was going to be pissed at her intervention, gave her steel to her spine.

She stood up, sword in hand, and held it in a guarded stance. "That's enough, Prince." She felt confidence surge as the other Unchained would either come to her side or move to restrain Silver. Regardless, it was clearly no longer a single-combat. It now involved the entirety of the Unchained.

"You two can resolve your differences now, with words, because you're destroying the city you're supposed to protect.

And you're done hitting my friend."



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #47 on: Nov 22, 17, 03:49:04 PM »
192, Summer: Just outside the Briar Rose
(Note: I’m using Summer-Sky for Najda’s mental Threads because she is the only Unchained with one.)

Nadja Rihsdotter choked on her ale, as the Red Queen dropped down between the combatants and declared that the brawl was over. Tylmandra even drew live steel, in a confrontation that had been carefully non-lethal; threatened to turn what had been a sparing match to true battle.

Clearly, Tylmandra had never owned cats, and failed to understand the nature of the Blood.

Nadja understood why Tylmandra had panicked, being too far away to catch the subtly of Psychic Scent and Aura that would have told the Hidden Queen both were, in fact, exercising control. Even Nadja had tensed, ready to leap into the fray, when the Gray Jeweled Warlord Prince had turned to living fire .... but he’d controlled himself, used his power for tactical advantage and in a restrained manner. Neither combatant’s psychic scent had flickered to battle rage or terror.

Well, not before The Hidden Queen’s sudden advent onto the field of battle.

Now it was anyone’s guess.

Nadja’s auburn wings unfurled; she leapt into the air only to land gracefully beside the Hidden Queen. At six feet tall, the Valkyrie had a truly impressive wingspan; her landing was unlikely to go unnoticed. The fear and anger it was likely to provoke in most of the Unchained was accepted as tragic necessity. Yet it pained her, to turn what should have been a moment of group triumph into one where she must, as always, be an outsider.

A traitor. A cursed Eyrien Halfbreed.

Nadja was too well acquainted with violence to turn her back on either opponent, though she extended her arms in a classic gesture asking each for a moment’s respite from violence. What Shields she readied were meant to protect Tylmandra and herself from the Gray wrath ready to descend upon them from either side.

She spoke quietly, privately to the Hidden Queen.

“Lady Tylmandra.”

She shielded and locked a very, very private Psychic Thread; only if the Queen would not accept it would she resort to the group Thread Dale maintained.

*Put. Away. Your. Blade* It was not a request. Her mind-voice was filled all the command and experience of her centuries of life.

*You cannot bleed in front of this Warlord Prince. The damage will be inconceivably vast. Your secret will be revealed. We cannot risk you. I’ll always defend you, but there is not yet need for this risk. Will you gift Silver with your trust, and let her decide when she needs aid?*

Nadja didn’t know if the Hidden Queen would listen; Tylmandra had not spent any time in Court, her understanding of Protocol was theoretical, even rudimentary. Very likely, the Hidden Queen had no idea what the scent of her blood would do to her own Bonded, under these circumstances.

On a private Thread to Ishavani, Najda made an entirely different plea. She could only hope that the young Nharkavan would accept her private thread. *if necessary, evacuate Tylmandra from the fray; we cannot let her bleed, here.*

Using Craft, the Priestess allowed her clear, even voice to reach all of the Unchained, and Draven.
 
“Please give us time to form a ritual circle, in order to contain the strength of your Jewels. The sudden advent of Witchfire let us know we did not have sufficient protection for the area.”

“Prince, Healer ... allow me to fetch you some ale, while we make proper arrangements to continue your brawl.”



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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #48 on: Nov 22, 17, 04:19:55 PM »
While normally Dale would have arrived and found a nice perch to be able to observe from as the more skilled fighters took point on the actual combat - his role to be that of the dispatcher and the eagle's eye - this wasn't a normal Unchained operation. Rather, once he'd synced himself with the other minds in the gang, he'd promptly began dashing from establishment to establishment around the growing chaos.

"It is time to leave now before you all die. Please." He said it as pleasantly as he could. He thought he might not like it if someone he didn't know suddenly came in and tried to disrupt his day by telling him to up and leave everything. But it would be very bad if Silver threw that dark Jeweled bad guy through the wall of some shop and he smooshed someone. He hadn't seen much of the combat himself - focused on his task - so he supposed it was possible that whoever Silver was fighting he was a very large bad guy capable of smooshing innocent bystanders while he was being tossed around. And he had no doubt that Silver would be tossing him around. He'd seen her fight after all.

It wasn't until the Duchess directed her message for the group through him that he realized the real reason people were finally starting to mill away and keep their distance was because of her spells. It was a much better plan than his.

**Good call, Lady!** he shot back with bright encouragement, then instantly followed her request and began feeding his power into her spells as he switched direction and began heading to where he could meet up with the others while Silver continued to beat up on the bad guy.

Except... Silver was also getting beat up.

A lot.

His expression darkened as he came up near the Ladies where they had been perched on a rooftop watching the melee. There was absolutely no hesitation when Tylmandra made the call for them to no longer be waiting in the wings on damage control, but to take an active role in the altercation. That suited him just fine. Normally he didn't mind playing whatever part the group seemed to need but hanging back while his friend got hurt really wasn't a part he liked.

He took off on a run, bolting forward as Tylmandra soared overhead, and had himself firmly planted beside Silver by the time the warrior Queen landed, his shields snapping up into place and his connection to them open and already linked to the others the same way that he maintained their psychic threads. All they would have to do is establish their shields through that connection and he would direct the power to make sure that it all linked together - seamlessly, like a multi-dimensional puzzle.

He shifted his hips and raised his fists. Dale wasn't a fighter, per se. Not like many of the others were. But he was a large man and could put a lot of weight behind his hits. He'd also had nine years with his gang, and that was plenty of time to hone what ability he had at least enough to be able to be solid backup.


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Re: Are you sure what side you're on
« Reply #49 on: Nov 22, 17, 05:09:29 PM »
Having the fight out of sight helped curb Hrodi's need to go join it. He couldn't hear it all that well either from behind the building while it was out front while he ushered people sent to him by Nadja outside, protected by layers of Sapphire shields. Until Tylmandra arrived, Hrodi had not realized that he was hoping that she wouldn't. He took several steps towards the back door of the Briar Rose before he realized what he was doing and stopped. The people nearest him looked at him with apprehension and confusion as he turned sharply back around to continue escorting them to a safe distance away. None spoke to him, which was for the best.

He heard Tylmandra's commanding tone, but he was no entirely sure who Silver was fighting since he had not gotten a good look at him. When the Briar Rose patrons were an acceptable distance away, Hrodi turned back again, just to check for more, he told himself. Absolutely not to join the fight. As he went, Hrodi fed his power as requested by the Duchess, hoping that their combined strength would be enough to contain everything.

Then came the call to fight, and from no less than a Queen. His blood sang with excitement and he descended towards the Sapphire as he stalked back through the building, shielding himself along the way. He stopped short of the depths of his Jewels, though his temper flared when the fight came into view. Hot excitement for the fight chilled at the realization that Tylmandra would put herself in the middle of it, between two angry Gray Jeweled Blood, and that Dale was there, too. With a snarl, he moved forward again, back and shoulders tend with his fury because a Queen in such danger, even one darker than him, meant he could do little else but join her.

It felt like a bluff, frustrating as it was for a Warlord Prince who was quite used to throwing around the power of his Sapphire descent. Thankfully someone had some sense. His eyes went to Nadja and he nodded in agreement with her suggestion, because as much as he wanted to fight, Hrodi had enough control to know that that seemed to be the safest way to handle this, for the people around as well as for them as the Unchained. Hrodi hoped her suggestion would work. If not, he guessed that this was going to get uglier, fast.


 

 

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