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| Vyse | Wed Jul 13, 2011 5:51 pm Post #16 |
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Vyse realized just in time upon getting closer, the man had brown skin with dirt on them, not white, and he wasn't tall enough... he had targeted the wrong man, he quickly dug his knee into Umbriel's right side, she quickly ran off to the left, forcing the thrusting longsword to miss, he brought his cutlass into an upward swerve, taking off his hat as Umbriel slowed down to a halt and turned. He was right, the man wasn't Ogichi, just a very scared peasant, "Sorry about that, it was just bad luck, Ogichi is dressed exactly like you, I suggest keeping the hat off until we find him." He quickly signaled the guards to tighten the guard, he would spend his time checking the market place for him. It was an hour later and still no Ogichi, Vyse had given up, the man was stronger and faster then him and clearly smarter then the guard, he'd remain hidden until he wanted to kill. He stopped to eat at a tavern, slowly eating some stew he ordered as a guardsman came in, delivering a scroll to Vyse, quickly walking away afterwards. Vyse raised an eyebrow as he picked it up, he read it slowly, his teeth grinding, the captain of the guard was kicking him out of Cascadia for a minimum of three weeks! He could hardly believe it, the peasant must have complained about the man riding a dire tigress... he couldn't give the guard a reason to hate him, they were some of the few people in Cascadia that he could trust, so it was in everybody's best interest to leave, the guard and the dozens of mercenaries could hunt down Ogichi. Vyse finished his meal and left some coin on the table, just enough to cover his bill and tip the waitress. He picked up his swords at the door and put them back on his belt, looking to the side he saw Umbriel finishing up the food he had ordered for her, half a raw cow. He urged her up and mounted her, having her move towards the edge of town to catch an airship off of Cascadia, maybe it would be best to go towards the north shore, he hadn't been there for a while. Umbriel moved slowly, wading through the crowd, he would arrive at the docks just before sunset. |
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| Ogichi | Wed Jul 13, 2011 11:02 pm Post #17 |
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The day wore on, and Ogichi knew he would need to keep the populace of Cascadia still aware of his presence within their happy little home. He needed to keep the fear alive, and it was just what he was going to do, perhaps an artist or two that were brave enough to sit out upon the sides of the street, to be sure that they could get their work done in the natural light and warmth of the sun. It would most likely be their folly, but as it happened for this day, their risk for their pursuit of art did not bring about an early and untimed death. No, the demon had a different target already picked out, perhaps something to even play with captain stupid a while longer. The demon dropped off of the side of Cascadia simply, golden eyes gazing upon the hull of an airship, one of the many different modes of transportation to get from Chaon to Cascadia, it could carry enough people, at least a dozen at a time, perhaps even more. The airships weren’t that big, after all. What would be the point to waste enough material for a real ship to simply get somebody from one point to the next right above it? This wasn’t to say that the demon had any clue whatsoever that the tiger-riding man was being forced to leave the city due to his close encounter, nearly killing a man for simply wearing the same clothing as a monster, after all, he didn’t care enough to bother knowing. It did, however, mean the death of a group of innocents as he stood upon the ship, disguised amongst its passengers, looking out he was sure to see the berserker, and surely the berserker would see the madman’s psychotic smile from beneath the rim of his hat, only a moment before he would destroy the ship, bringing his demonic blade through the very form of the ship, his immense strength driving to cut it in half, to begin the rapid plunge of so many screaming innocents before he himself would leave the confines of the destroyed vessel, flying about the outskirts of Cascadia and landing upon an edge, quite a ways away from the scene of the crime. He did two things in one fell swoop, he filled his daily quota for killing, and he made sure that none forgot he was still there. Pointless slaughter, he didn’t know how much longer he could keep to the shadows before he would simply cast off his ‘guise, to let them see he was truly there. Walking down a street which led to a blockade on the edge of the floating city, he stopped for all of a moment, all of the moment required for him to reach beneath the coat, to pull out the mask from his past; gazing into the holes it had for the eyes. His history held within his hand, the authentic mask for the Monster of Taras. A nightmare’s beginning. It sparked so many memories. |
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