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20 December 2005 @ 10:39 pm
No one could say why Shadow was suddenly plagued with all sorts of annoying little monsters. A ghost here, a zombie there, mainly animated skeletons, who were generally more amusing than actually threatening. Of course, there aren't many people here who aren't at least capable of defending themselves, so their idea of amusing is slightly skewed.

Eventually someone might get annoyed with these things and bother to figure out how to stop them from constantly popping up.
 
 
18 October 2005 @ 06:51 pm
Those who know Irvine know that he doesn't drink a lot. Sure, he'll have a drink every once in a while, but it isn't very often that he drinks enough for it to have any kind of noticeable effect on him. The truth is he has a habit of going overboard only when he's really depressed or upset. He hasn't really been like that in almost two years.

It felt like old times...He sought out a small tavern in Shadow, one that was particularly distant from the Black Unicorn. He didn't want to be anywhere near that place. He tended to show up there.

He was usually right in the middle of things, probably not the life of the party, exactly, but he was there. Usually laughing and teasing, and possibly just being annoying. He wasn't now, though. He was quiet, very quiet, and his only movements were to raise his glass. He didn't know how much he'd had to drink so far. Enough not to care anymore, at least.
 
 
05 October 2005 @ 07:58 pm
On that same plain, this time up at the monumental circle of stones, Alec sat. There were about thirty stones monoliths around him. Some creating arches others standing a lonely vigil. All seemed to lean slightly inward towards a center stone that did not lay vertically, but instead on its back, much like an altar. It was on this altar stone that Alec sat. There was a look of intense concentration on his face, which seemed to be centered on a growing lump of dirt.

He had been working on his control. Before it was just his fire abilities, but recently he realized that while he was trained as a fire wizard, he was an Element wizard and that he shouldn't neglect the other three elements. He was finding out that he seemed to be equally balanced in all four, the fire only stronger because it had more use. The others were only a bit atrophid. A book he had found, he was always finding books, said that earth was the easiest to manipulate, followed by water, fire and air. So, he was working on earth.

The lump grew larger and Casimir appeared next to him. He hovered for a moment before settling on the altar stone.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked, wings flaring a bit. Alec didn't say anything. The lump had turned into a column and was starting to take a humaniod shape. "Being artistic?"

Still Alec ignored him. He frowned and sat hunched, eyes glowing red. The shape became female. It was an older woman.

"Didn't know you had a thing for older women. I would have thought you'd at least make it of your wife," Casimir said, trying to needle him.

Again, Alec gave no response. His expression was locked in deep concentration. The woman's face became clearer and it was that of a kind person, the sort that seemed to know exactly what to say when you were sad and gave wonderful hugs. Casimir stared at it thoughtfully, for once.

"Your mother," he said finally. "She's as dead as the moon and as gone as the thoughts of yesterday. Why do you even bother remembering her?"

The arms on the figure stretched out in a welcoming gestures, but Alec didn't respond to him at all. Casimir snarled and swepted down a wing, slicing the figure in half, causing it to crumble.

"Earth to earth, death to death," he snapped before vanishing. Alec's face shook out of the concentration that he had been in when the wing cut through the figure. A surprised expression registared on his face as he removed the iPod earphones from his ears.

"What was that all about?" he wondered to the air around him.
 
 
02 October 2005 @ 11:59 pm
She was ten different kinds of idiot for doing this. And roughly another five for doing it without telling anybody. But here she was anyway, wandering the streets of a quiet, darkened town. You'd think nobody lived there at all, from how it seemed at night. Which suited her fine, at the moment. She was wearing what she unconsciously thought of as her 'working clothes', black slacks, black t-shirt with the cactus flashpatch, and her favorite black leather trenchcoat. She'd stopped by her RC, and for the first time since she'd stopped doing assassinations, she was fully armed, both weapon-wise and magic-wise.

...This probably wouldn't help much, but it made her FEEL better. Peace through superior firepower.
 
 
29 September 2005 @ 10:09 pm
The moon was unseen in the sky covered in clouds. The two of them circled each other in the tall grasses. Behind them were the tall stone ruins, the silent watchers to their meeting. Both carried a sword that should have glinted in the moonlight. But there was no moonlight. No silver shining in the light. One sword was a bastard sword. Heavy, with a curve on the tip, jagged edged. It didn't look like it would glimmer even if there was a light source. The other sword was a long sword. It had a clean edge and a light look to it, built for someone who relied on speed than strength. Casimir's wings were out and flared, but he stayed on the ground. He didn't wear any armor, though his skin looked scaled. Alec wore his regular armor. It had been repaired since the last time he wore it, but it was still as patchy looking as always.

The grass swished as the passed and then one dashed forward. The blades clashed, screeching as metal slipped across metal. A quick flurry of blows followed, sparks flying across the blades. They parted again and returned to circling.

No taunting, no words were spoken. Eyes were locked on the other, checking body movement, the little twinge or twitch that would tell what would be the next move.
 
 
Current Mood: determined
 
 
 
26 September 2005 @ 02:59 am
He was drawn to a library this time. It wasn't quite a normal library...Some of the shelves were dusty, and the entire place had an eerie sort of feel to it. The lights in the place were pale, and the shadows here and there seemed to move sometimes. Nevertheless, it was quiet, at least. Empty, really, except for Diablos and a black cat, which was sitting in a window near the front door.

There were lots of books here, most of them old, and a lot of them on magic, demons, gods, cults, witchcraft, and the like. They weren't all from one universe either...At least four or five different ones, from the looks of things, possibly more.

Diablos settled into a stuffed chair, in a small arrangement in the middle of the place. He glanced over to the empty seat across from him before picking up a book to read.

And he waited.
 
 
23 September 2005 @ 01:33 am
The spot that Kane had picked to take them to was in the middle of a big city, complete with skyscrapers, in a huge park. It rather resembled something you might find in Central Park in New York, if you could get over the fact that the people here were more...diverse. This particular part of the park was apparently deserted, as most parts tended to be at night. A single light illuminated a stretch of paved path, which wove through some trees and headed down towards a pond. The sounds of the city weren't too far off...Wherever they were, they were within short walking distance of a road.

"It's kind of like Patchwork Earth here, in that you can find a huge city like this and a small medieval town can be right over on the other side of the hill...Except that here new things are added, but the old places don't disappear," he said, letting go of her hand.
 
 
20 September 2005 @ 01:38 am
It was a wide plain, stretching out as far as the eye could see. The stars were shadowed by silver lined clouds. A few miles away a stonehenge like structure stood, lonely and watching. Dampness clung to the ground and to the tall grasses that brushed against Alec's knees. He was dressed in tattered armor, leather and bits of chainmail, sword across his back. It wasn't as nice as his Fey armor. It probably wasn't as good either, but he wasn't in the mood for that.

In his mind he could hear whispering. Cackling. Let me out the voice whispered. You know you want to. Ever since he had reaged himself, the voice had grown stronger. Somethings, some mental locks mustn't have survived the process. He didn't know.

Alec stalked across the plain as Casimir laughed at him. It had a name now. It had been ironic in its choosing. Alexander meant "protector of men, defender of men" while Casimir was "destroyer of peace or greatness". Alec didn't doubt that it meant destroyer of him.

And then there was laughter in his ears. Not in his mind. Turning slowly, drawing his sword, he looked behind him.
 
 
Current Mood: moodymoody
 
 
20 September 2005 @ 04:11 am
Just outside of the most popular nightclub in Shadow a lone figure leaned against the corner of the building. He had a drink in hand and was sipping it quietly, just out of the light cast by a nearby window. He didn't know why he bothered coming back here at least twice a week. Well, there wasn't much else better to do...Whatever. He'd have another drink or two before turning in for the night, if nothing interesting came up in the meantime.
 
 
20 September 2005 @ 02:02 am
Lysa slipped back into the nightclub just as the last few people were leaving. It was already about seven in the morning, if the sunlight was any indication. She made her way over to the bar and slid onto a stool. She then flopped over the bar as if she was utterly exhausted.

The bartender, apparently the only one left, looked up from polishing glasses.

"Did the elf boy keep you busy all night?" He inquired.

She half-heartedly threw a drink coaster at him, which he deflected with the glass he was holding. "Yeah, but not like that. We just went out flying."

"Ah...Oh well, he looked too old for you."

Another drink coaster was flung at him. That one hit him right in the forehead.

"Ow! Stop throwing shit, you're going to break something. Tsk, moody," he chided. He set down the glass. "He seemed a lot like you, I thought. A nice kid with a bit of a tendency for bad habits, but good at heart, all the same."

"He seemed like that, I guess. Wonder what's eating him up."

"Hmm, I don't know. He looked fine to me."

She shrugged. She didn't mention it, but something about him had seemed...well, familiar almost, as if she had met him somewhere before. It was probably silly, but who knew, what with the strange people that found their way to this place.

"Hmm. You'd better get off to sleep. I don't want to have to clean up your drool from the bar before we open tonight," he chuckled. Luckily for him, Lysa didn't have any more coasters within reach.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she slid off the barstool and yawned. "See ya later, Tim."