Sweeten the deal, huh? She tilts her head and hums, backing away from Bronze as he approaches only to keep in line with his first condition.
The poor guy seems really confused. He clearly hasn’t met Vincent, unless he’s got no sense of smell, but seems to think he has run into something terrible.
And something dead.
Her eyes widen. A glimmer of recognition lights her face. “You saw-” she pauses. Her smile grows sly. She stops backing away and sits. Her tail curls around her feet and she looks as calm as ever as she says, “It seems what you need the most is an explaination. If you have questions, I might have answers.”
I only have one condition: you gotta promise to help us out.”
The poor guy seems really confused. He clearly hasn’t met Vincent, unless he’s got no sense of smell, but seems to think he has run into something terrible.
And something dead.
Her eyes widen. A glimmer of recognition lights her face. “You saw-” she pauses. Her smile grows sly. She stops backing away and sits. Her tail curls around her feet and she looks as calm as ever as she says, “It seems what you need the most is an explaination. If you have questions, I might have answers.”
I only have one condition: you gotta promise to help us out.”
Bronze sees this situation like a deep pit of black with nothing inside. Sure she may have explanations, but the risk is still too great. Should he jump head first and flail his arms around for something to catch himself with? For a small she-cat, it's more likely that she'll be mauled easily, if she's as weak as she seems. Bronze knew not to underestimate a person the hard way back in his days. The Caracal noticed the recognition from her features, the widening of her eyes as he mentioned the mangled carcass, and the abrupt stop of her forming sentence. What, her kin?
Bronze really doesn't know anything, but the black she-cat is far more suspicious now than ever. He doesn't know any of the monsters yet since he haven't met any. He doesn't know if they really are capable of speech, hence why the humanoid is extremely cautious. And if he is trapped, it is far more likely that whoever's keeping him here has the answers, and to be given it to him with the promise of safety without proof that the cat is indeed with the people she mentioned, he can't trust her now. Who knows if she only to deceive him and strike under the impression of false security? He has to see someone he knows in this dangerous place, of all weird creatures, he can only rely on someone who had the same distinct features as he.
"Fetch me a vixen named Victi and then we'll talk."
Bronze really doesn't know anything, but the black she-cat is far more suspicious now than ever. He doesn't know any of the monsters yet since he haven't met any. He doesn't know if they really are capable of speech, hence why the humanoid is extremely cautious. And if he is trapped, it is far more likely that whoever's keeping him here has the answers, and to be given it to him with the promise of safety without proof that the cat is indeed with the people she mentioned, he can't trust her now. Who knows if she only to deceive him and strike under the impression of false security? He has to see someone he knows in this dangerous place, of all weird creatures, he can only rely on someone who had the same distinct features as he.
"Fetch me a vixen named Victi and then we'll talk."
Bronze Nyx wrote:
Bronze sees this situation like a deep pit of black with nothing inside. Sure she may have explanations, but the risk is still too great. Should he jump head first and flail his arms around for something to catch himself with? For a small she-cat, it's more likely that she'll be mauled easily, if she's as weak as she seems. Bronze knew not to underestimate a person the hard way back in his days. The Caracal noticed the recognition from her features, the widening of her eyes as he mentioned the mangled carcass, and the abrupt stop of her forming sentence. What, her kin?
Bronze really doesn't know anything, but the black she-cat is far more suspicious now than ever. He doesn't know any of the monsters yet since he haven't met any. He doesn't know if they really are capable of speech, hence why the humanoid is extremely cautious. And if he is trapped, it is far more likely that whoever's keeping him here has the answers, and to be given it to him with the promise of safety without proof that the cat is indeed with the people she mentioned, he can't trust her now. Who knows if she only to deceive him and strike under the impression of false security? He has to see someone he knows in this dangerous place, of all weird creatures, he can only rely on someone who had the same distinct features as he.
"Fetch me a vixen named Victi and then we'll talk."
Bronze really doesn't know anything, but the black she-cat is far more suspicious now than ever. He doesn't know any of the monsters yet since he haven't met any. He doesn't know if they really are capable of speech, hence why the humanoid is extremely cautious. And if he is trapped, it is far more likely that whoever's keeping him here has the answers, and to be given it to him with the promise of safety without proof that the cat is indeed with the people she mentioned, he can't trust her now. Who knows if she only to deceive him and strike under the impression of false security? He has to see someone he knows in this dangerous place, of all weird creatures, he can only rely on someone who had the same distinct features as he.
"Fetch me a vixen named Victi and then we'll talk."
Frankly, Raven is used to this kind of distrust. Her interactions with strangers tend to go one of two ways: they trust her immediately because she’s a cat, or they treat her with suspicion because she’s a black cat with a naturally sly disposition. She considers the latter judgement pretty fair because as she agrees to take him to Victi with a solemn nod, a plan to take the long way back to the station bounces around in her skull. Raven can’t take him to the middle of a fight; she’s certain that he’ll shout “BETRAYAL!” and slice off her head the moment he lays eyes on Vincent tearing into, well, hopefully no one at all.
But as she prowls past him to the mouth of the alley, she decides that it won’t hurt to share a smidge of honest information with him. “Last time I was there, we were in a pretty bad spot. If you really want to see Victi, I’ll take you” -maybe, seems the screams have faded and the road she walks into is different, crap- “but it’ll probably be like strolling out of a frying pan and into a roaring fire.”
Bronze stole a glance behind him to where the police station is and back at the she-cat. "So it was really there, huh?" He concluded, absentmindedly pointing his rapier to its direction and scratched his neck with his left paw. "At least that's where their scent trail led." The feline surmised as he slid the rapier back to its scabbard. He crossed his arms and faced his 'ancestor' again, his hostility suddenly gone. "I don't know what a frying pan is but I want you to take me past that frying pan. I'll be following you fifteen paces behind."
Bronze treats a situation like this when he feels like he has control over the flow of it, and his actions are only to catch them off guard. The feline is actually nervous. His legs are ready to run and he is sweating under all that fur. Sure he had fought and tricked bears before but that is only because he knows how to handle one. But these entities? He doesn't know anything but the fact that they can shred mammals like paper, and lack of information is sometimes fear-inducing.
Bronze treats a situation like this when he feels like he has control over the flow of it, and his actions are only to catch them off guard. The feline is actually nervous. His legs are ready to run and he is sweating under all that fur. Sure he had fought and tricked bears before but that is only because he knows how to handle one. But these entities? He doesn't know anything but the fact that they can shred mammals like paper, and lack of information is sometimes fear-inducing.
WarPriest Niskali Atsiun wrote:
After a moment, Niskali realizes that the beast has slipped away. He sighs, disappointed, but not really surprised. It was probably already healing, too, assuming its body was carrying enough energy in whatever form to do so. C1s always had odd hyper-dense energy storage anyway. It would be interesting if he could capture it, send it to someone to study..... not important.
He held onto the leg, maybe he'd cook it later, and got up, returning his weapon to its hidden spot in his robe.
"If you know of any others outside of this building," he said to Helynah, gesturing to the police station, "I would recommend going to check on them. Remain careful and discrete, of course, it is likely already mostly recovered. I will deal with the chaos in here personally."
With that, he walked towards the door of the station, preparing to kick it open as impressively as possible.
He held onto the leg, maybe he'd cook it later, and got up, returning his weapon to its hidden spot in his robe.
"If you know of any others outside of this building," he said to Helynah, gesturing to the police station, "I would recommend going to check on them. Remain careful and discrete, of course, it is likely already mostly recovered. I will deal with the chaos in here personally."
With that, he walked towards the door of the station, preparing to kick it open as impressively as possible.
Vincent’s shapeshifting is painfully interrupted by Helynah stabbing her trident into its vaguely humanoid body. Steel skewers, coated in blood, poke out of its left shoulder. Helynah lets out a triumphant “Hah!”
And that’s enough for the monster. It tears itself away. The creatures arm hangs limp as it flees into the mist. It’ll come back for Seeker later, if she lives.
Helynah doesn’t chase after it. She pulls out a cloth and wipes the blood off of her polearm. She startles slightly when the dragon speaks to her for the first time. Then she turns and smiles at him, seeing Niskali almost as a friend after fighting by his side.
“Let’s see who is still in there. If we’re missing people, I’ll search for them.” She didn’t see Lilliath and Raven escape the building, so for all she knows they’re still inside.
Bronze Nyx wrote:
Bronze stole a glance behind him to where the police station is and back at the she-cat. "So it was really there, huh?" He concluded, absentmindedly pointing his rapier to its direction and scratched his neck with his left paw. "At least that's where their scent trail led." The feline surmised as he slid the rapier back to its scabbard. He crossed his arms and faced his 'ancestor' again, his hostility suddenly gone. "I don't know what a frying pan is but I want you to take me past that frying pan. I'll be following you fifteen paces behind."
Bronze treats a situation like this when he feels like he has control over the flow of it, and his actions are only to catch them off guard. The feline is actually nervous. His legs are ready to run and he is sweating under all that fur. Sure he had fought and tricked bears before but that is only because he knows how to handle one. But these entities? He doesn't know anything but the fact that they can shred mammals like paper, and lack of information is sometimes fear-inducing.
Bronze treats a situation like this when he feels like he has control over the flow of it, and his actions are only to catch them off guard. The feline is actually nervous. His legs are ready to run and he is sweating under all that fur. Sure he had fought and tricked bears before but that is only because he knows how to handle one. But these entities? He doesn't know anything but the fact that they can shred mammals like paper, and lack of information is sometimes fear-inducing.
Raven is busy sniffing the air, hoping to catch the scent trail she and Liliath had left.
Liliath?
Crap. She abandoned Liliath.
No time for that now, she has to keep a strangle-hold on Bronze’s loyalty.
But if something happens to that child, both Lisa and Victi are going to kill her. If she survives that, she’s never going to forgive herself.
She chuckles when Bronze speaks, but not because she finds his words funny.
So, plan. Take Bronze to the police station fast. Pass him off to Victi. Go find Liliath, which will be made harder by the fact that the Town has begun rearranging itself again. Although the police station is still in sight- ah, what a relief -this is definitely not the same street she walked on earlier.
“Right, past the frying pan,” she starts walking.
“Ah, by the way. You can call me Raven, and if you got a name, I’d love to hear it.”
He waited for the trident-bearing woman to approach after her disruptive strike, letting him get within a few paces of him before he brought his leg up and forward in a strong, swift kick, smashing it open dramatically before striding in confidently. "We come to quell any fear or evil in this place, and offer what aid we can! The radiance of the Pentatheon shall shield all those in need!" He called out into the building, voice powerful and resonant. This was one of the moments he lived for as a priest of the Silver Goddess. Granted, it would be better in full power armour, possibly some sunlight to frame him, and maybe a support ship hovering overhead, strafing the evil-doers in a rain of fire and fury, but he'd work with what he had.
Victi was sure she's lost it at this point. She must be having some form of auditory hallucination, because that sounded like a Pentatheic. A large male pentatheic. Hell, with that sort of entrance, a battle-priest of some kind, most likely. Fire, maybe? Water would be probably mention healing, or something about 'dear mother', Darkness wouldn't talk about radiance, and.... hell, would probably just walk through a wall on the ceiling and garrote the shifter or something, without making a sound. Storm wouldn't even bother with words, just go with a primal warcry instead. Ice and Fire.... eh, toss up, but Fire felt more likely.
Didn't matter, though, because it was probably a hallucination and would stop soon. Those footfalls sounded pretty convincing, though.
Didn't matter, though, because it was probably a hallucination and would stop soon. Those footfalls sounded pretty convincing, though.
Lisa’s futile grappling with Seeker ends when the door flies open and a shadow fills the doorway, then spreads, encompassing part of the lobby. Broad shoulders, big leather wings, a tail...and a blood spattered mask and a hunk of mutilated flesh in its long, sharp claws.
She’d scream again if not for the fact that her throat is tightening as frightened tears threat to spill down her cheeks.
If he’d invaded while she was somewhere near relaxed, she might’ve forced herself to swallow her terror and hold still.
But all she can think about is staying alive, and right now staying alive means staying the hell away from whatever monsters find their way through that door, including dragons. No, especially dragons.
She half-turns to scramble out the door. No. It’ll see me. It’ll chase me and I can’t outrun it. Her grip tightens around her dagger, her hand is clammy with sweat and she can’t stop shaking.
I need to hide. I need to hide now. She crawls to and curls up underneath the nearest office desk, trying to be the smallest version of Lisa she can be. If she could still shapeshift, that would be small enough to go totally unnoticed. That...isn’t the case right now. Struggling to control her breathing, she shifts into a crouch with her weapon arm ready to stab the beast if it sticks its nose in her hiding spot.
She’d scream again if not for the fact that her throat is tightening as frightened tears threat to spill down her cheeks.
If he’d invaded while she was somewhere near relaxed, she might’ve forced herself to swallow her terror and hold still.
But all she can think about is staying alive, and right now staying alive means staying the hell away from whatever monsters find their way through that door, including dragons. No, especially dragons.
She half-turns to scramble out the door. No. It’ll see me. It’ll chase me and I can’t outrun it. Her grip tightens around her dagger, her hand is clammy with sweat and she can’t stop shaking.
I need to hide. I need to hide now. She crawls to and curls up underneath the nearest office desk, trying to be the smallest version of Lisa she can be. If she could still shapeshift, that would be small enough to go totally unnoticed. That...isn’t the case right now. Struggling to control her breathing, she shifts into a crouch with her weapon arm ready to stab the beast if it sticks its nose in her hiding spot.
“What. are you doing?” Helynah whispers harshly. Kicking down the door and shouting at the top of his lungs...? Sure, that might frighten away whatever abomination is wreaking havoc inside, but it’ll also terrify whoever’s in need of saving.
Zafnir’s done similar acts, although, granted, never with that kind of zeal. Why is that the friendly dragons tend to forget that they’re, well, dragons?
Zafnir’s done similar acts, although, granted, never with that kind of zeal. Why is that the friendly dragons tend to forget that they’re, well, dragons?
"Making my presence known to those who ought to be aware of it," he replies, clearly oblivious to the idea that the innocent would somehow fear a warrior of the pentatheon. The guilty, of course, would fear such a symbol of justice and strength, but, like the glittering starships of the Silver Goddess, though intimidating, he and his kind radiated hope.
Goddess, he’s somehow worse than Zafnir. She pinches the bridge of her nose and groans. “Idiot.”
Shoving past his bulk, she enters the room and coldly assesses the damage. Blood here, blood there. Ugh, the metallic odor is everywhere along with the acrid scent of smoke.
And like she suspects, whoever was in here minutes ago has made themselves scarce.
She proceeds cautiously, leaning on her trident as she walks. The repeated thump of the pole against the hard floor makes a steady, ominous rhythm. Her appearance, she realizes, might also startle the survivors, but at least she isn’t seven feet tall and shouting at everything.
She turns down a short hallway to greet the source of the smoke. There’s Victi, looking a lot worse for wear than she did when they last met. Behind Victi, fire flickers and smoke pours out of the doorway. At this moment, a high bell chimes somewhere and through mechanics that Helynah can’t begin to describe, water sprinkles from the ceiling. She tosses her hood over her head to protect herself and to also hide a quickly souring expression.
Shoving past his bulk, she enters the room and coldly assesses the damage. Blood here, blood there. Ugh, the metallic odor is everywhere along with the acrid scent of smoke.
And like she suspects, whoever was in here minutes ago has made themselves scarce.
She proceeds cautiously, leaning on her trident as she walks. The repeated thump of the pole against the hard floor makes a steady, ominous rhythm. Her appearance, she realizes, might also startle the survivors, but at least she isn’t seven feet tall and shouting at everything.
She turns down a short hallway to greet the source of the smoke. There’s Victi, looking a lot worse for wear than she did when they last met. Behind Victi, fire flickers and smoke pours out of the doorway. At this moment, a high bell chimes somewhere and through mechanics that Helynah can’t begin to describe, water sprinkles from the ceiling. She tosses her hood over her head to protect herself and to also hide a quickly souring expression.
"Oh, good," Victi says, standing up, having sat down leaning against the wall while she waited for something to happen, "A friendly face. I kinda had to blow up that room before I suffocated, so its on fire now....." She paused for a moment, getting herself used to thinking again, "Wait. Okay, no, now we get to play the 'how likely is it that you're actually the shapeshifter' game. So, how about I--" She had started to take a step towards Helyna before she caught sight of the large white-robed warrior behind her.
Huh, Ice. Well, that was even better.
She let her lips curl into one of those slightly unsettling smiles, "Hey, Warpriest! Storm 1:136:12. NOW, and then you're telling me exactly how long you've been keeping an eye on her," she demanded, something amused in her voice
Huh, Ice. Well, that was even better.
She let her lips curl into one of those slightly unsettling smiles, "Hey, Warpriest! Storm 1:136:12. NOW, and then you're telling me exactly how long you've been keeping an eye on her," she demanded, something amused in her voice
Unseen behind his mask, Niskali blinked a few times. Storm 1:136:12? Asking him to quote scripture would help verify his identity, but why a verse on....
Of course. With her sense of humour....
"Storm 1:136, of the books of the functions of reality, this is the book of the guided lightning. Section 12, on the comparison of potentials: 'And as an object is subjected to a force has its acceleration defined by its mass, so too does voltage define current by the resistance of the body.' Of course you asked for that one in particular, Silverfur. And I have seen her fight valiantly against the shapeshifter. You may be assured of our identities"
Of course. With her sense of humour....
"Storm 1:136, of the books of the functions of reality, this is the book of the guided lightning. Section 12, on the comparison of potentials: 'And as an object is subjected to a force has its acceleration defined by its mass, so too does voltage define current by the resistance of the body.' Of course you asked for that one in particular, Silverfur. And I have seen her fight valiantly against the shapeshifter. You may be assured of our identities"
Oh, of course. They’re facing a shapeshifter who can regenerate impossibly fast and turn into anyone it sees, as evidenced by what happened during their fight. Victi’s suspicion is perfectly fair and as the vixen steps menacingly toward her, she sighs and braces to be restrained and/or interrogated.
When the dragon catches her eye, she changes her direction and shoots him an order that has Helynah raising an eyebrow. Niskali recites something in return and she assumes that means he’s in the clear. Hopefully, she will be too thanks to his vouching for her.
When the dragon catches her eye, she changes her direction and shoots him an order that has Helynah raising an eyebrow. Niskali recites something in return and she assumes that means he’s in the clear. Hopefully, she will be too thanks to his vouching for her.
"Good, yeah, that's good," she replies, relaxing a little, "Could you two give me a hand? I.... turns out that setting yourself on fire without protective magic really sucks. I think Lisa still has the med-kit. She seems to spook easy. Warpriest, no calling for her or I swear to our mutual employer that if that girl runs off I will use you to demonstrate both parts of that verse," Victi says, again, far more comfortably than anyone in her state should be when threatening a massive warrior wrapped in robes and body armour.
The scary thing is that he seems to listen to her.
The scary thing is that he seems to listen to her.
He actually seems to.... maybe flinch a little at that prospect, before replying, keeping his voice at a reasonable volume for once, "Very well, sorceress," and moving to support her, making walking less uncomfortable for her tender paws.
Helynah isn’t sure whether to be amused or unsettled by the power dynamic she sees. Niskali, a valiant Draconic warrior, seems frightened of this fox woman. Furthermore they seem to be familiar with one another’s identities, although they don’t seem to know each other personally. Interesting.
With Niskali formally banned from any and all shouting (a good call) she begins searching. She looks around quietly, looking for signs of where the Chimeran woman might be before trying to coax her out.
On one more positive note, she doesn’t yet find any bodies. On a less positive note, she finds way too much blood. Someone has to have died here, and the prospect of finding that body makes her stomach churn.
“Dragon,” she says, “do you have a name I can call you by?” She crouches in front of a desk and peers under it, a desk much too close for Lisa’s comfort.
With Niskali formally banned from any and all shouting (a good call) she begins searching. She looks around quietly, looking for signs of where the Chimeran woman might be before trying to coax her out.
On one more positive note, she doesn’t yet find any bodies. On a less positive note, she finds way too much blood. Someone has to have died here, and the prospect of finding that body makes her stomach churn.
“Dragon,” she says, “do you have a name I can call you by?” She crouches in front of a desk and peers under it, a desk much too close for Lisa’s comfort.
Between the thankfully fading, but still annoying, din in her ears and the clamor of the sprinklers, Lisa can’t hear their conversation all that well.
But she definitely hears her name and a clear threat from Victi. Then the human woman who’d entered with the dragon starts wandering the room. Not meandering around, but searching.
Are they looking for me? As Helynah draws nearer, she braces herself to run.
But she definitely hears her name and a clear threat from Victi. Then the human woman who’d entered with the dragon starts wandering the room. Not meandering around, but searching.
Are they looking for me? As Helynah draws nearer, she braces herself to run.
"Of course. I am Warpriest Atsiun. Niskali Atsiun," he replies, "A warpriest of Her Eminence Cryu-Dzien, goddess of Ice, Death, Law, and the Fleets to my people. I don't recall, had you mentioned your name? My apologies if you had. I have difficulty remembering names at times, especially in combat," he admits, slightly embarrassed.
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