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Author Topic: Count bodies like sheep  (Read 385 times)

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Offline Cristóbal De la Cruz

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    • broken2ss
    • warlord
    • greendescent
    • Role

      First Circle

    • Faction

      Portland Province

    • Territory

      Little Terreille

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      Dash

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Count bodies like sheep
« on: Nov 07, 18, 02:26:37 PM »
Cristobal maintained an apartment in Armdarh away from the hustle of the Territory Court by the edge of the city. While he did not live in Dhemlan, he had maintained a number of businesses and contacts in the Long Lived Territory of his "birth". His cover story helped the business of his true purpose in Kaeleer as the money launderer and requisition quartermaster for the undercover agents of the Tenebrosi Iarvis. It also allowed him to dip into the repository of wealth for the benefit of his Queen, Lady Laurel Gold, who came into his life far after he'd begun to establish himself in the Realm of Shadow.

Acheron, his name to the Iarvis, was connected to most of the others. They had to use him as a referral and as a means to get through the Dark Gate and help them become situated. He aided in providing the means of setting up their cover story, as well as helped devise what it would be. While he had inherited the position from another, he nonetheless worked in concert with Fidelis and Tempus to cement the power of the Tenebrosi Iarvis throughout the Realm of Shadow. They all had their missions and projects, and while he checked in from time to time with them to see if they had need of anything, they were mostly left to their own devices. Some of the Iarvis had gone missing over the years - some from the Purge, others from enemies they had devised with their cover identities, but still the bulk of them remained and would always have need of money.

In the mean time Acheron was put away so that he could focus on being Cristobal De la Cruz, a man with an extensive business network and many friends in Dhemlan, Kaeleer, while he continued service to Laurel Gold, the Dhemlanese Queen of Portland, Little Terreille. A patchwork of lies quilted together into uniform that sat snugly on his skin. He was comfortable in this life of mild duplicity, business, and organized crime in service to his Lady's ambitions. In his mind, none of his three personas were really at odds with one-another. They could all work in concert and everyone benefited.

Everyone won.

He rarely even gave it much thought anymore. He had returned to Dhemlan to look after his businesses and extended 'family'. He attended the Gala of the Queens for his Lady so that she could push to expand the Veil's power into Dhemlan and he intended on staying a couple days to try and win over the High Priestess of the Territory and perhaps look into making inroads with the  "new" District and Province Queens. While he was not one of Dhemlan's agents, it would behoove him to nonetheless be familiar and have pathways for the money to flow.

Cristo was just finalizing his agenda when a knock came at the door. The hour was late, so it seemed odd to have a visitor at that hour. He rose to his feet slowly, and while he didn't have his Green to summon forth anymore, he nonetheless called up the power of his Summer Sky for a skintight shield that would allow for him to defend himself and eject an intruder should there be one. This part of the capital wasn't known for crime, but with his involvement with the Veil, anything was possible.

As he swept the door he detected nothing save for a physical presence, so he girded himself, but when he opened it his alarm melted away as his eyes widened in surprise.

"Good evening, Cristobal." The voice of a man who's face was a lie came sugar sweet across the threshold of his apartment. "Why don't you let me into your home? We have some things to discuss."

Offline Taxet Montecristo

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    • bo2red
    • bwprince
    • Role

      Rogue Agent

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      Tenebrosi Iarvis

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      Dhemlan, Kaeleer

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Re: Count bodies like sheep
« Reply #1 on: Nov 08, 18, 07:07:40 PM »
Cristobal stepped away from the door frame, pulling it open wider and allowed Taxet to pass through the threshold into his home. As he moved, the Black Widow Prince swept the room with his Red and felt nothing that was a threat to him. "Taxet, this is a surprise." Cristo said softly. "Usually you send me a note first to assure we're safe to talk." Taxet could feel the broken Prince bring up his Summer Sky in an aural shield. It was sad, really, once Acheron commanded the power of the Green, a jewel much closer to Taxet's own strength. Now he was but a shadow of what he once was. But then, was he anything worth standing in the light in the first place?

"Not to fear, old friend, I've already seen to the security precautions. I always think ahead." He flashed a smile at the Hayllian-cum-Dhemlanese man, his 'traitor's beard' an adorable adornment. Like the progenitor of such a fashion, he too would fall into Taxet's web. It was time to move forward, and that meant shedding his own inhibitions.

Cristobal closed the door and made his way to the nearby kitchen. "Tea? Coffee? I could use another cup. What is it you'd like to talk about?"

"No thank you." Taxet said as he found the most comfortable seat in the living room and moved to sit himself down. "I came to talk about the future of Little Terreille."

Cristobal paused before he reached the kitchen, turning to regard his fellow Iarvis. "What? What about it?"

"Lord Black and his court is of interest me. We know of such rises of power before - Queen Ranosi in Askavi, Mitra Sa Roya here in Dhemlan. But a Black Jewel is a different creature - especially in a Territory of Little Terreille. The Short Lived do not have the reason and the experience, nor the patience, that we do." Taxet reclined in his seat, folding his hands over his stomach. "I am curious as to what your plan is regarding Lord Black. I trust you've not discovered his identity yet?"

Cristobal frowned slowly behind his ridiculous false beard. "No, I've not yet discovered it. I reported his presence and Ignoto instructed I investigate and keep Hayll apprised, but to take no action to risk myself."

Taxet let out an audible 'tisk'. "The short-sightedness of the Master has always astonished me. The sheer power that is available - ripe for the taking - and you're told to sit and watch. Well, we are very far removed from our overseer and her servants, are we not Acheron?" Taxet lifted an eyebrow, noting Cristobal's face falling into a stern frown with every word he said. "I believe it is time for us to take a new route."

Acheron's eyes narrowed. "It is not for us to decide on our task, Tempus. We are to serve Hayll. Hayll decided that--" Cristo's words fell into silence as Taxet lifted a hand and waved him off.

"Be quiet. I don't have the patience to be lectured to." Powerful craft lanced through Cristobal's mind and forced its way into his psyche like a crossbow bolt through armor. "Now. Come here. Kneel before me. Lower your barriers and give me your Jewel."

Cristobal let out a scream of pain, and Taxet smiled.


Offline Cristóbal De la Cruz

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    • broken2ss
    • warlord
    • greendescent
    • Role

      First Circle

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      Portland Province

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      Little Terreille

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Re: Count bodies like sheep
« Reply #2 on: Nov 08, 18, 07:24:18 PM »
Every Tenebrosi Iarvis agent, before they left Hayll, had extensive webwork laid in their mind to prevent their identity as a secret agent from another Territory from ever being discovered. They were designed to help ward off Compulsion and Mind Delving arts that would cause them to reveal themselves, and if they were every truly breached they were set to disintegrate the mind of the agent so that no evidence could ever be collected.

But there was never the expectation that an agent of the Iarvis would turn on their own - and even if they did, they wouldn't understand how to unweave the webs. The barriers in his mind resisted against the Compulsion Craft. The webs that Ignoto had placed in his mind to defend him snapped hard, and he felt overwhelmed for a moment as his vision went spotty. He let out a scream as he tried to resist the compulsion, aware enough of it as he was, yet he took a single step forward against his own will, then another.

"How... are... you.." Cristobal managed to utter out as he fought and fought and fought against Taxet's corrupting influence. Then the Black Widow Prince was up on his feet and with infused strength punched him in the stomach hard enough to rob him of the air in his lungs.

Another punch sent him crashing to the floor where he landed heavily on his shoulder. He sprawled out as the Compulsion continued to tear at his mind, trying to reject it, and he tried to get to his feet. Taxet grabbed him by his collar, drew him up half-way, then punched him again so hard that his cheekbone felt like it had shattered.

"You're not my first, old friend." Taxet whispered to the Warlord as he grabbed him by the neck and pulled him half off of the floor and punched him again, making his head ring. "After I tore off Damnatio's head off his shoulders I preserved it to study the Webwork that was laid in his mind. It took some time, but I eventually discovered how to unravel the work that was done on all of us."

Taxet opened his hand and laid it against Cristo's bruising cheek, he felt his soft, lotioned fingers slide into his hair as Taxet leaned close, the Black Widow Prince's cinnamon breath hot against his skin. "And how to make it serve my own purposes."

There was a surge of power, and Cristobal screamed as his mind felt like it was being literally torn apart. Taxet sank into Cristobal's mind, tearing open his Outer Barriers and then invading him with his full presence. The Warlord felt at once the violation of Taxet's mind overwhelming his own, and he felt flashbacks of every memory, thought, and experience flash before his blurry vision.

He screamed, and screamed, screamed until his throat went raw, and then he lost all sense of time, self, and his own place. As his senses started to come back after a few moments his lips felt chapped and the smell of vomit was in the air, his tongue and mouth burning. Taxet still loomed over him, holding him by his collar, but he'd freed his other hand to hover over Cristo's voice.

"So, Ajax, Laurel Gold is your Queen, is she?" Taxet said from above him - or was it within him? - as Cristo felt his head dip back against the floor. His throat burned, his eyes burned, and he tasted bile on his tongue. "N..no.." Cristobal whispered quietly in protest. He hadn't told anyone of that connection, and he suddenly felt alarm beneath the haze and suffocating cloud over his mind. "Shh, save your strength, Ajax. You will need it to endure what is ahead."

Taxet shook his head, a shapeless figure which loomed like a dark shadow with blazing gold eyes that burned him just with the glow of his sight. "It's interesting.. I don't think I even remember my Hayllian name. I am just now Taxet - the identity and the face I stole and made my own. But you? You cling to the past. To your service to your two masters. You've always been a slave, Ajax.

Now you will just be mine."

Offline Taxet Montecristo

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    • bwprince
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      Rogue Agent

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      Dhemlan, Kaeleer

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Re: Count bodies like sheep
« Reply #3 on: Nov 08, 18, 07:40:38 PM »
Hours later and the apartment still smelled slightly of vomit. Really, it would have bothered Taxet more were he not used to the smell. When conducting psychic surgery like he often did, it resulted in the body being stressed to the point of needing some manner of stress relief, and thus...

But Vanessa was not so accustomed, and she had complained while she healed Cristobal's face and his ribs that Taxet had shattered while he subdued the Iarvis agent. As Cristobal came back to consciousness, Taxet hovered over him on the couch.

"Now, you will listen very closely to my instruction, Ajax." Taxet said softly, his eyes focused on the man beneath him as he turned his attention upward. "I have several projects of mine I have been preparing to test. Dhemlan has been ripe for chaos, but I believe it will serve better in Little Terreille.

So far Lord Black has not been revealed - and you've been unable to discover his identity. That will change. You will use all of your influence and guide my subjects to sow discord through Little Terreille, and use the opportunities presented to discover who rushes to defend the challenges to Lord Black's imposed order.

There is nothing you will not do to achieve your mission, no act too depraved, no treachery too grave, no secret that will not be unmasked in order to achieve your goal. You will report back to me everything, and keep my involvement hidden."


Taxet flashed a small, knowing smile. "You will, of course, do this because Lord Black is a terrible threat to Laurel Gold and her rule. You wish to protect her, don't you Ajax? You wish to make sure no harm comes to her.

Because if you fail me, you know in your heart that I will come visit her, and I will make you watch what I do to her."


Tears came to Ajax's eyes as fear and helplessness co-mingled into a man that was unable to stop the monster above him.

"Acknowledge my commands and that you will fulfill them."

Ajax slowly nodded. "Yes, my master. I will do as you command and see that Lord Black is revealed to me."

"Good." Taxet's smile slowly bloomed to a grin. "Good. Call a housekeeper, Ajax. You'll not remember my visit. You ate something that didn't agree with you. Vanessa here is someone you charmed at the restaurant and she came home with you."[/b]

Turning to regard his Healer Puppet, Taxet leaned over and pressed a soft, impassioned kiss to her. As their lips broke, he whispered into her ear. "Make it convincing as to why he's so sore, my dear. Give him a night to remember. Have fun."

Vanessa issued a soft, dumb giggle, and then she slid away from Taxet to help Ajax to his feet. Taxet left the apartment behind, thankful for the fresh air and leaving the unpleasant scent behind. The night was bright, the clouds clear, and he could smell the sea already from where he was at.

He wore a smile the entire way home.


-fin-