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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Jul 25, 2018 22:21:21 GMT -5
Surrounded by sandy wastelands, West City was much like a glimmering oasis under the shining sun. Warm winds embraced the busy streets. The mass of people flowed like a colorful river. Among the expected Earthlings many Xeno species also mingled. Travelers, workers, escapees, this city attracted all sorts of folks from beyond the stars. An especially busy spot was a cozy bar placed strategically just across the street from the largest space port exit. Thirsty travelers often made their first stop here. Cheery chatter bubbled between the many merry patrons. The radio played the latest Earth hits in the background. And at the table nearest to the exit sat a pale, young lady who was quietly wondering... Why was she here, again?
Lilith surveyed the disgusting drunkards with growing disinterest. She took another light sip from her tall glass, inwardly grimacing at the sad excuse for red wine. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to come here and search for useful connections. Some Xeno species were well known for their supernatural traits, magical and otherwise. Unfortunately thus far she hadn’t seen a single interesting individual. She was just about to leave when her gaze finally came across something intriguing, a man with an intense aura. Green skin was hardly anything unusual in this city, but the other features added up to a familiar description. Ah yes, a race with immense magical potential... Making the decision, she silently rose from her seat and strutted across the bar. Now then... Just like when dealing with influential lords... A deep breath... And a smile.
"Ah, greetings, good sir."
If the alien deigned to turn his head, he would find a delicate, little lady standing by his side. She clutched a book against her meager chest and held a half-empty wine glass in her hand. Mauve locks of hair cascaded down her shoulders and framed her deathly pale features. In contrast to the alien’s imposing presence, she carried herself with an air of refined grace and offered her most charming smile. Dressed in dark robes long enough to sweep against the floor, she could’ve perhaps passed for a monk or a sage, but... The wand hanging from her belt was the telltale sign of a witch. Though maybe she was bit too young and frail to seem wicked.
Beneath the polite mask, however, the pretender was already straining herself. Exchanging meaningless pleasantries was always such a chore. How did commoners do this? Still, she had come much too close to simply back away now. Lacing her tone with just a touch of honey, she voiced a curious question. "I hope I’m not being rude, but... You wouldn’t happen to be a Namekian, by any chance?" Naturally she wasn’t going to reveal how much she already knew... Not unless she needed to impress or... eugh... flirt this with man. Whatever it took to pry some knowledge out of him...
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Post by Etohn on Jul 25, 2018 23:20:09 GMT -5
It was not often that Riko came to Earth. After all, ever since the Patrol transitioned into the Empire, relations have not exactly been the best. Even now, clothed as a normal Namekian and not having outstanding features on his person, he would not be surprised if a member of the Saiyan Dominion or a Patrol insurgent wanted to get revenge by striking him down. That drunk Brenchian sitting at an adjacent table, happily guzzling down their Earthen brew, the Human woman serving customers at the counter, the group of what look to be Saiyans having a hearty chuckle at a booth a short distance away; anybody could be an enemy, and yet Riko was completely at peace. He was content to just sit here, drinking from his glass of water, waiting. He'd wait, hoping for somebody to recognize him, to recognize the accursed mage serving the Empire, the man that can defeat an entire army with just his thoughts, and think that they stand a chance at killing him. He hoped for this, just so he'd have an excuse to test his powers and capture another threat to the Empire's rule. For now, though, he'd just wait. Finishing his glass of water, Riko noticed a Human of a small stature approach. For the smallest fraction of a second, his eyes would glow with a bluish hue. His vision is flooded with the thoughts going through their head; the fresh taste of wine, the distaste for this bar, and finally the reasoning for deciding to approach the Namekian. Diving any further into their surface thoughts would be fruitless. This person was no threat, so he'd discontinue the mind probing spell and turn his head to face the woman. A convincing smile comes to his face, almost making the man seem friendly. "I see you've recognized my race. Indeed, I am a Namekian by the name of Riko of the Dragon Clan." Turning his body fully to face them now, Riko motions to the seat right beside him. After waiting for them to accept, as it would only be proper to sit when invited to, the facade of his would fade, bringing his more stoic expression forward once again. "Now, there's no need to act so proper with me, as I hate the fake expressions you Humans take to so often. Tell me why you wished to approach me and why you have that wand on your person. Your answer will determine whether or not I slaughter you in front of this entire crowd." The threat was, of course, a bluff, as Riko did not enjoy killing others, and he already knew that they wanted to approach him due to the fact that Namekians have magical capabilities. Still, seeing how she reacts when pressured would make it easy to determine if he needed to actually bother with knowing exactly why she, a Human witch, would bother with him. To give a bit more credence to his threat, however, and since it wouldn't alert anybody but those attuned with the arcane, Riko would allow a malign mana to leak from his person. To Lilith, it would probably feel like when a person knows their life is in danger on an instinctual level. Words: 540 Lilith Nevermore |
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Jul 26, 2018 21:18:43 GMT -5
Under the sweet smile was hiding a devilish smirk. Regardless of race men were all the same, so eager, so very desperate for a lady’s attention. Of course she accepted the wordless invitation graciously. "A pleasure, Sir Riko. I am Lady Nevermore, but you may call me Lilith." With a graceful, practiced motion she adjusted her robes and took a seat. Before she could voice further questions though, the air shifted. Suddenly the alien’s features hardened and his words took a turn towards violent. She could feel malevolent energy clawing against her senses. The creeping tendrils of terror would’ve had an average witch petrified.
Lilith, however, was far too jaded for such meaningless fears. Having her life threatened was hardly anything new or unusual. If anything, it was becoming a weekly occurrence by now... Death was a small price to pay for learning such rare arcane secrets anyhow. Suddenly the sweet charm drained from her tone, leaving behind only bitter sarcasm. "Well, you certainly know how to talk to a lady." She dropped the fake smile, like removing a mask. Beneath it was a cold and fearless stare. Usually this would’ve been the part where she took a sip of her drink to slyly buy some time and to gather her thoughts. Then her gaze visited the wine glass. ...On a second thought, she would rather take her chances with the hostile alien than taste this red-tinted dishwater again.
With a tired sigh, the young witch started talking. "I simply seek magical knowledge." Idly she moved the glass, turned it back and forth, watching the blood-colored liquid swirl inside. "Magic is the only thing in the universe with any value." Her half closed eye shifted back onto the green-skinned man. "And your kind is rather famous for it, no? Skilled too if stories are to be believed." Seeing as he was clearly the no-nonsense type, she didn’t bother with further flattery. A pity, really. Self-absorbed men were so much easier to manipulate. Oh well. "As for the wand... I am what the mortals call a witch. My wand is a symbol of my status as well as my most important tool for casting magic." Truthfully she wasn’t sure of how much an alien would know of Earthling tales and customs, so she kept it brief and simple.
After the explanation, the noblewoman set her glass aside. "Now then, if you are going to kill me, do make it quick." Despite holding herself in high regard, she was well aware of the power difference here. Likewise she wasn’t foolish enough to think lies or pleading would do her any good at this point. A witch hunter wouldn't believe her and a psychopath wouldn't care. So, when running short on options, the young lady would face her end with unwavering dignity. Brushing her hair aside, she closed her eyes with a mutter. "I have family obligations waiting for me down there." She was under no illusions of where her soul was going. Her bloodline wasn’t exactly welcome in heaven.
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Post by Etohn on Jul 27, 2018 0:40:55 GMT -5
Riko wordlessly listens to Lilith, waiting for her to completely finish what she had to say before he'd interject. He was already impressed by how calmly they could speak while he exerted his dark energy over her. It's not as though she lacked any feelings of fear, as she was Human after all. However, the odd part was instead how little it seemed to impede her thoughts. The only explanation Riko had was that she was just used to a carnal fear eating away at that them. A saddening thought, though it was not his business to inquire further into it. "Well," Riko says as she concludes by essentially saying that death doesn't scare them, "you've no need to worry about that, then. You're simply someone lusting for knowledge, and are willing to stick your head where it doesn't belong." A small smirk forms on his lips, and the dangerous feeling he was exerting is now dispelled. "Now, I suppose I should spell this out for you before I get your hopes up. The magical abilities of the Namekians cannot be taught. It's not a matter of time or talent or anything of the sort, either. So long as you aren't a member of the Dragon Clan caste, it is impossible to replicate what we do."At this point, he raises a his right hand, his index and middle finger sticking straight up. On the former, a pleasant white glow suddenly comes to life, whilst on the latter a small lick of flame springs to life, suspended just above the tip of his finger. "However, while what I said is true, I do not only practice the arcane arts of my people. I know many, many different methodologies, practices, and secrets of magic from many different sources very intimately, and I happen to have nothing better to do with my time, currently, so I could divulge some nifty little tricks." Clasping his hand and extinguishing the mana he displayed, he rests his hand back onto the table, waiting for a response. Words: 341 Lilith Nevermore |
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Jul 27, 2018 16:38:54 GMT -5
Seconds ticked by... But death never came. Much to the young lady’s surprise, the alien suddenly withdrew his hostility. She opened her eyes, staring at the green man with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Had this been some sort of test then? Not that she wasn’t glad to be alive, but... She just couldn’t stand it when mortals thought they could freely toy with her, the heir of the illustrious Nevermore family. How rude. "Lusting? Hmph, a cute word choice." But not exactly inaccurate...
Luckily for everyone involved, Riko had something quite interesting to share, interesting enough to appease the insulted noble. The mention of magic had her perking up, immediately quirking a curious brow at the supposed impossibility. Hearing she couldn’t have something only made her want it more. Such was the human nature. She watched with growing fascination as the Namekian demonstrated his skills over arcane arts. While he may have been casting bare-handed like a peasant, his control over mana was impeccable. This man was far more than he let on, she could tell. How... intriguing.
Lilith picked her wand from her belt and idly lifted it before her eyes. "Kind of you to offer, but when it comes to elements, there is nothing you could possibly teach me." Her immense arrogance confidence was backed with actions, of course. She gently waved the wand back and forth. In a flicker, a warm flame lit up between the prongs on the tip. "I have already mastered all of them. Every... single... one." With every word and wave, the element between the prongs shifted. From fire to earth, then to ice and finally lightning. For the sake of not getting side-tracked, she kept the demonstration brief.
Willing away the crackling magic, the young witch leaned closer for a conspiratorial whisper. "Now, about this clan of yours..." She could sense great arcane secrets here and she wasn’t about to let anyone eavesdrop, least of all some drunken oafs who had better cease their foolish drinking songs before she lost her patience. Ahem, anyway... She even found a smile to go with her question. "What, pray tell, could be so incredibly unique that no one else can replicate it, hm?" However, it wasn’t anywhere near the sweet and flirty fake smile she had worn before. No, this one was devilish, hungry, a row of unnaturally sharp teeth shining beneath a crimson stare. Perhaps lust had been the right word all along.
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Post by Etohn on Jul 28, 2018 15:35:16 GMT -5
As he had expected, the woman had grown interested by the topic of the Dragon Clan's magic. It's basically unheard of, magic that can only be done by a certain race, as even the Demon's arts can be replicated. So the Namekian's arts probably do seem interesting to them. "It seems I mislead you earlier. You say you have mastered every element, and yet elements are but a small part of my repertoire, but I suppose I never would teach such things, anyway." He shrugs after saying this, expecting a bit more interest from the Human in his other magics now. He was not bluffing at all when he said that, though such things are indeed not what he'd even consider teaching. With his ability to divine through the past so perfectly, it was only natural he'd learn some of the most heinous, forbidden spells of all. "Now, the reason why I can do the Dragon Clan's spells and you cannot is fairly simple, and I'd thought you'd have already deduced it. You have to be of the Dragon Clan, for starters, and secondly, it comes entirely from ki." Opening both of his hands and holding his palms upwards, he allows magical energies to spin to life in his left palm, while a small orb formed of ki forms in his right hand. "While there are spells that can be fueled with ki, it is never purely just such. You must always know how to use magic to form them, then it can be imbued into it to breath further life into the spell. Things such as creating perfect copies of yourself with your energy split between yourself and them, and creating ghost-like apparitions to detonate on contact are such examples, and usually it's martial arts sages or the sort that manifest such abilities. My race's arts, however, have no reliance on such. So long as they can use ki, they can form magical spells, even if they have absolutely no aptitude for them. I obviously, do, but even if you are to completely halt my ability to use mana, it'd be a pointless venture. It makes it easier, but I do not require it."Words: 365 Lilith Nevermore |
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Jul 28, 2018 20:47:59 GMT -5
Lilith’s smile sharpened at the correction, nay, revelation. "Is that so? You had my curiosity... But now you have my attention." This man did know far more about magic than he was willing to share outright. No matter... Every man had a price... Just had to make him spill it. She, however, scoffed at the suggestion that such intricate inside knowledge could have been guessed. "I do not make hasty deductions based on incomplete information. Only perfection is acceptable." That’s why her recent string of losses stung so badly, a painful reminder that her magic was not flawless. Not yet.
While the Namekian explained his clan’s ability, the young witch opened the tome she had been clutching against her chest all this time. Pages full of notes fluttered by too fast for most eyes to see, until an empty spread presented itself. She twirled the wand around in her grasp, holding it much like a pen. An inky blob formed between the prongs and sharpened into a tip. With swiftly motions it started dancing on the blank paper. Every single sentence was squeezed for all their worth and the drops of knowledge were distilled into summary that best suited her. Clearly she was no stranger to studying.
Flicking the last dot in place, the lithe lady lifted her gaze from the paper. "Fine... I shall concede that these Dragon Clan arts are beyond my abilities... But that isn’t all you have, right?" Riko had been right to expect more interest, but perhaps he underestimated just how much... Desire burned intensely in her eyes, the desire to know even more. "You did admit that you know more magic than that. The only question is... What would it take for you to share such secrets?" She wasn’t naive enough to believe anyone would give away information for free. "In exchange, I could grant you anything you wish. Money, favors, knowledge... Anything at all..." She didn’t make such promises lightly either. When it came to arcane secrets, no price was too steep.
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Post by Etohn on Jul 29, 2018 17:00:42 GMT -5
Like a student indulged in a topic of great fascination of them, Lilith had been recording his words into a notebook they kept on their person. Unsurprisingly, they were interested by the power of these genes, as the prospect of wielding magic without even needing magic was indeed the life pursuit of some, futile as it may be. With the conclusion of his explanation, the Human quickly finished up her notes and verbally accepted the fact that she'd never achieve that ability. While a bit unexpected, at least this person knew their limits. However, following this, they requested that he teach her some of the secrets he alluded to earlier. This was foreseeable, though they seemed a tad desperate in their bargain for such. After all, who could give anything a person could desire, aside from the great Dragons themselves? His eyes narrow slightly at Lilith and leans back in his chair. "Well, it seems that I am just a man of impossibilities for you. First my bloodline, and now my desires." He holds his right hand in front of him and clenches is tightly, his long nails digging into his palms and sending purple blood flowing down his extremity. "You see, I desire peace all throughout the universe. Far too many tragedies have been inflicted upon my people, and us Namekians have not even come close to enduring the worst of it. Thus, I wish to prevent such in the future, and as a simple Human such as yourself could never guarantee such, you have nothing I could want." Unfurling his hand, one could see as the deep gouges in his palm rapidly begin closing together, the blood that had leaked from him being sucked back in along with it. After a few seconds, it looked as though there was no wound in the first place. Words: 307 Lilith Nevermore |
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Jul 30, 2018 13:23:59 GMT -5
Deep down, the devious witch was so certain she could strike a bargain with the alien. For her everything she offered was just a means to the real end. So she watched and listened carefully, ready to chime in with a timely offer of exactly what the Namekian coveted. Greed was a lovely thing, you see. Every single soul in the universe was a slave to their deepest desires. None could resist the sweet promise of riches, power... even pleasure if they chose to stoop so low...
Or so she thought.
Astounded, stunned and utterly baffled, Lilith was left silently staring at the Namekian. She wasn’t sure what to even make of him anymore. A peasant who didn’t desire anything material? The crimson eye twitched. Unthinkable... Impossible! He was bluffing... Had to be... No one could be that altruistic! Even the most air-headed hero types desired something, at least food to fill their bottomless stomachs if nothing more.
Struggling to regain some semblance of composure, the young lady cleared her throat. "I... see..." She refused to back down just yet, not when he was flaunting his abilities like this, dangling secrets before her very eyes. Suddenly she snapped the book shut and leaned closer. "But... Surely you don’t think you can bring peace to the universe all alone?" She tried her best to politely appeal to the alien’s rational side. "No matter how noble your goal, you still need resources and allies, no?" Though honestly she was scraping at the bottom of her verbal barrel here, merely grasping at straws. So close, yet...
Lilith brushed her hair again, more so out of habit than need. She tried to smile despite the creeping frustration. Felt strange. Unnatural. Annoying. "True, I can’t grant you peace throughout the universe... Not quite yet anyway..." She was the brightest heir of the greatest witch clan to ever exist, a woman of unlimited potential. All she needed was time and she could do anything. Until then though, she had to settle for buying time. "But I could help you get closer to that goal." She turned the wand in her grasp and a glimmer of mana twinkled on the tip. "Two casters can achieve what one alone cannot, wouldn’t you agree?" Tch, she could have made this sound so much more enticing if this mortal had been an average, non-magical yokel...
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Post by Etohn on Jul 30, 2018 22:30:07 GMT -5
Riko wordlessly watches the anguish Lilith experiences at his goal. As expected, she was not attempting to promise him something that she could not follow through with. So now she could only squirm, trying to think of a way to get that coveted knowledge of his. Yes, she was powerless in getting what she wanted, and immediately began trying to bargain with him, trying to get around the question as if they could just cheat their way past it. Feeling that she was now nothing more than a waste of his time, Riko began to push himself from his seat, ready to leave. Then, she spoke up again. Seating himself to listen to their final offer, he could only scowl at their compromise. "A half-baked mage such as yourself thinks that you can help me in any way? What a foolish idea." Pressing his fingers to his temples, he thinks of whether or not he should leave immediately, giving up on conversing with the Human, before an idea sprung into his mind. Slowly, he outstretches his hand, his palm facing upwards. "If you truly wish to prove that you're worth anything at all to me, then clasp my hand. Your soul will be ripped from your mortal coil, and you'll be taken to an illusory realm of my creation. Fulfill a few of my tests, and then you will be returned to your body and I will agree to teaching you...a few things. Fail, however, and I will return you to your body. However, the cost of returning will be the fragments of your soul that animate your arms. After all, if I were to encounter something that did the same to me, I'd be powerless without control over my arms, but you'd offer me a good backup for the future...but it would be a terrible blow to your ability to cast magic, no?" Such an unappealing offer with an unclear reward. Surely the woman will turn down this offer and go bother somebody else. If they were to accept, however...while it would be foolish of them, if they did indeed prove themselves, then Riko would have somebody to handle his menial tasks in the future, all in exchange for magical spells. That is a nice thought. Words: 380 Lilith Nevermore |
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Jul 31, 2018 7:05:58 GMT -5
The crimson eye twitched again. Lilith’s gaze widened, yet pupils shrank into red pinpricks. The smile vanished. She said nothing to the proposition. Honestly most of it rang hollow, passing through her mind without recognition. Silent seconds crawled by until suddenly she shot up from her seat and slammed her palm against the table. "Half-baked?!" Her shrill screech was enough to grate even normal ears. She trembled with barely contained rage. "You insolent slug!" Fueled by righteous indignation, she smacked the offered hand away with all the fury her frail frame could muster. The only reason she didn’t aim for the face was because she couldn’t reach it over the table.
Gritting the sharp teeth together, the young noble hissed her disapproval at the alien. "How dare you disrespect the genius heir of the illustrious Nevermore clan?!" Usually she was far more composed. Right now she was just a little bit absolutely livid. Just like every soul had a price... So did every mind have a breaking point. She was willing to give up great many things in her pursuit for knowledge, even her life, but her pride was non-negotiable. The proudest witch alive did not beg or grovel!
Meanwhile, the other patrons of the bar took note of the scene as well. ...And got a hearty chuckle out of it. Like watching a posh poodle yapping at a lone wolf. Said poodle soon caught the stray snickers and swept her shining glare across the bar. However, her anger forcefully dragged her attention back to the Namekian. "Apologize at once! Or I shall curse your miserable bloodline for generations to come!" While she wasn’t bluffing, she was blissfully unaware of the true canyon of magical might between them. Not that she would’ve care anymore either... Power difference or no, invaluable knowledge or no, it mattered not. She would rather die on the spot than let this peasant play his disrespectful games any longer.
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Post by Etohn on Aug 1, 2018 0:39:42 GMT -5
The Namekian tenses up from the banshee-like screech of the Earthling, his sensitive ears ringing from the outburst. It seemed that he had angered this 'Lilith.' Perhaps he should have kept his insult to himself. Still, it was enjoyable to Riko, watching the bemused gazes of the other beings in the room as they watched this episode the woman was going through. They had even threatened to curse his lineage, garnering a few more hearty chuckles from the ignorant spectators. Stretching his hand outwards once again, having hardly noticed it being pushed aside before, Riko speaks out calmly, "Well, now that you've gotten the attention of every other person in this establishment, I suppose I will get rid of the unwanted viewers." With his other hand, Riko would tap a finger against the air, causing the air itself to begin rippling. Before long, the area immediately around Riko and Lilith would begin to appear as though it was changing in shape, and everything more than a foot away would blur and obscure. When it would almost begin to feel like too much to handle visually, it would snap into place, and the pair would now suddenly find themselves in a homely-looking bedroom, the two now instead seated around a wooden dining table. "Ahh, much better. Now, I will ask you again if you wish to be accept my test offer. It would seem odd that, rather than proving me wrong in this challenge I presented, you would rather throw a fit over what I said. Is your personality truly that fragile? Or, perhaps, you really are untalented, and wanted an excuse to back out of my offer. Do not worry, if you want to say no, I will think no worse of you for it. Just say that and then we're likely to never meet again. The answer is ultimately up to you." Riko fully expected another outrage from Lilith, now, though this house they were in was merely a creation, held in a space that doesn't really exist, so her destroying it in a rage would mean nothing. Words: 349 Lilith Nevermore |
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Aug 1, 2018 6:30:51 GMT -5
Lilith’s sharp teeth gnashed together when the Riko, predictably, refused to offer any apology. She could barely stay put when he displayed his sophisticated understanding in dimensional conjuration. A large part of her wanted to loudly declare how she was not impressed and could do that too, but she kept the thought to herself. Unfortunately, the Namekian only had more insults to spout. Fragile... Untalented... The words cut deeper than he could ever imagine. Still, the fact remained that he hadn’t rescinded his offer. If anything, he was offering again, giving her one more chance. Turning it down would’ve been short-sighted, if not outright foolish...
"Forget it."
No hesitation. The lady’s fiery glare narrowed. "You think you are better than me? Lady Lilith Nevermore? Well, you’re not!" She struggled to find the words to properly express her frustration. "Will think no worse of me...?" So she ended up echoing his word choice again. "Bah, you have done nothing but for this entire time!" No matter how the promise of secrets tempted her, even now, she refused to admit she may have overreacted. "I am not some puppet you can make dance for your amusement. There are no strings on me." Finally she had to stop to gasp for air, giving the man -and his ears- a brief reprieve.
During the fleeting moment of clarity, Lilith could swear she saw unfortunately familiar features reflected on that green face. As if he had suddenly grown a scraggly beard and a wild hair, as well as clad himself in leather and ridiculous weaponry. "I..." Her hand squeezed into a trembling fist. "I know what you are." The fateful night flashed all too vividly before her eyes. It was that stare... That same steely stare filled with a false sense of superiority. "You self-serving hero types are all the same..." The word was spat out with immense disdain. "Looking down on us witches like we are either pawns to be used or foes to be slaughtered..." Her prideful voice cracked pitifully near the end and she suddenly fell quiet.
Just... deep breaths...
Slowly the young lady gathered her composure. What shameful emotion had seeped through just now was covered beneath an icy mask. "My answer is no." She had made up her mind and refused to regret it even for a second. "Now if you are done toying with my emotions, I have other matters waiting for me." Despite the seemingly calm facade, she was roughly one misplaced word away from letting her magic do the talking instead.
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Post by Etohn on Aug 2, 2018 1:10:35 GMT -5
Much to Riko's surprise, the woman did not overreact or accept. No, she simply declined. She nagged on and on, claiming him to be this vile person that attempted to manipulate them, thought witches to be lesser beings, and even ended on saying that she had more important things to do. How cheeky. "Mmm...So you request something of me, I offer it, and then you decline after insulting me. I must say, I am hurt by this, as while I had no reason to deal with you, I gave you the time to try and help with what you wanted." Riko sighs, annoyed that he had not simply abandoned this conversation earlier. Annoyed by a mere Earthling all because he wanted to try and be accommodating for what they were curious about. It would be so easy to blame them for this frustration, but Riko was the one to allow this to happen in the first place, so for now, he had no reason to discipline the unruly child. "I am a man of my word, though, so you shall receive nothing from me and you will be sent away. You can also expect to never receive my aid in the future, as you've previously proven how you could never repay me with something worthwhile. Finally, if I ever am to discover you...abusing the knowledge I've taught thus far..." Slowly, the Namekian's hand raises upwards, and Lilith's body would immediately feel all of the air in their lungs suddenly vanish, along with their airways being blocked. For a few moments, they'd be utterly incapable of breathing, though this does not linger long. His hand drops shortly afterwards, returning oxygen to their system. "...I will not hesitate to make you the first person I kill. This is a promise."Pointing to the far wall of the room they were in, the wooden boards making it up would begin to bend outwards, exposing a swirling, black void that would seep into the room. "That shall lead you back to where you were before. Now get along. Go before you give me a reason to cease being charitable." Riko makes a shooing motion towards Lilith, wishing for this encounter to finally be over. He had better things to be doing, now, like perhaps completing a few bounties the Empire put up. This was his vacation time, but even things such as that brought contentment to his life. Words: 406 Lilith Nevermore |
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Aug 2, 2018 7:06:56 GMT -5
Before the young witch could spit back another toxic retort, her breath suddenly ran short. Her eyes widened as she fought against the instinct to gasp. Despite the threats, a twisted smile slowly crept onto her features, as if he had just proven her right all along. These so-called heroes were such hypocrites, acting high and mighty around the masses, yet resolving every problem with violence and murder. And they labeled others evil. The irony was rich.
Still, as tempting as it would’ve been to antagonize the alien further, the lady had no intention to throw her life away. So she took the offer and silently turned to leave. Stopping at the portal entrance though, she spoke up once more. "Remember me, Riko of the Dragon Clan..." She looked over her shoulder with those hateful eyes and her tone darkened. "For I shall remember you." One more name for her little black book...
Stepping out of the swirling void, Lilith found herself back in the bar. Here nothing had changed. The air still reeked of cheap alcohol, the jukebox still played an uncultured tune, and the patrons still gibbered like a group of monkeys they truly were. Someone in the back had the nerve to ask how the date had been for her highness, much to the uproarious laughter of the rest of the bar dwellers. The witch could feel her blood pressure rising at the same rate as her grip on the wand tightened. Later that day the city news stations would be buzzing about a mysterious fire that burned down the popular bar.
But that’s a whole different story...
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Post by Etohn on Aug 2, 2018 13:27:47 GMT -5
Again, despite the very real and dangerous power Riko showcased, Lilith seemed unbothered, even glad that he had done such. With one final threat, they finally left through his portal, the walls closing back up around them as they were whisked away back to Earth. "Well, I suppose we probably will meet again in the future, and it'll probably end with her attacking me, thus breaking the Galactic Law and forcing me to arrest her. How bothersome. At least I didn't divulge any particularly dangerous information." Tapping his fingers on the table, the room surrounding Riko would slowly begin to dissipate, specs of it being enveloped by the encroaching black void of the outdoors until he was left floating amongst the nothingness of his realm. "What to do now, I wonder? Earth was already a bad location to pass the time at. Getting recognized as an Imperial would have likely not gone over well with the higher-ups, especially in this shaky period of time the universe is in. Perhaps...I shall meditate on it. Yes, I shall do that, and afterwards I could pursue the bounty list I've received. Perhaps I could even pay my home a visit afterwards." From the emptiness surrounding him would come bits of stone. They'd coalesce together, shaping into a circular room around the Namekian. The only distinguishing feature of the conjured space is a simple stone plate resting in the middle of the room which Riko would be set down upon. Crossing his legs and bringing his hands together, he'd close his eyes and empty his mind of material thoughts. Such a thing was easy to achieve when nothing truly existed around him. All he had to do was allow the nothingness to seep in, giving him the ultimate clarity of thought. For what felt to be years, he sat like this, his mind utterly clear, expectant for something, and that something did come. Blurred visions, sporadic imagery, and bizarre sensations come to light, and all it would reveal was Riko himself in an expansive dessert, steel pillars stretching out as far as the eye can see, while standing face-to-face with a man cloaked in red. Words: 362 Lilith Nevermore |
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