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| Lady Eko | Thu Mar 14, 2013 4:11 pm Post #31 |
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"Yes, certainly," Spillium replied, "but you should avoid My Lord, still. His Lordliness is terrified of the Grimoire and anything related to it, and this is saying a lot. I would have even turned you away at the door had I not owed Eduardo a large debt and garnered certain... suspicions." Eko smacked down her final card and just barely won the game. The psychic held up his hands in defeat, one of which still being covered in blood. "You can calm your thoughts now, native little one, if you can. I'll tell you what you need about Matvei Mossfoot. Eduardo will be interested to know that Matvei himself visited me just a little while back." "Tell us everything." Eko stood from her seat, watching Spillium like a hawk. "It was unbelievably unpleasant! His mind exuded the most unpleasant noise I've ever perceived. He didn't seem aware of the discomfort he was putting me in. I sat with him to chat, since I assumed he was still part of Eduardo's pack. But I was alarmed when he repeatedly made eye contact with me like a normal person. Omegas are never supposed to make eye contact, not even with outsiders; it's a sign of aggression and domination in their society." "Why didn't you tell Eduardo? You could have prevented this!" She thought about the violence, Jachin and the other pups getting attacked, and herself getting knocked out and running from the wolves and Rin coaxing her out of her hiding place, all without stopping to consider the price of giving away such information. Spillium looked at her, deep into her, and the corners of his lips tilted into a barely perceivable look of genuine concern. He spoke a little softer. "I tried to contact him immediately. My courier was murdered en route to the Southern Quarter. Eaten alive." "...I'm very sorry to hear that." "Yes... but my story doesn't end there. Not only was he more confident in himself, but he was asking me strange, seemingly random questions. Things like where the biggest libraries in the city were. Where the nearest Orphan Prince sanctuary was at the moment. Which arms dealerships were connected to which powers in the city. Some of the questions were so broad I couldn't answer. Then he asked me how many Pages of the Grand Grimoire had been located in Balefire so far. I politely asked him to leave, as I would have nothing to do with the Pages. As he left, the unpleasant noise in his mind seemed to change. There was a voice in the static. It sounded demonic, truly, nothing like Matvei's mind-voice at all, and I couldn't make out any specific words. I'm still unsure if I was hearing things; I had quite the migraine at that point. But it was very frightening to me." Eko listened to the story, staring at the gouges on the table with her hand propped on her chin. Spillium directed his concerned expression at Rin. "That's all I know. I hope this information is of use to you. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do to help Eduardo." |
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| Rin | Tue Mar 19, 2013 4:21 pm Post #32 |
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Before too long the card game was over, with Eko barely managing to win the contest. Rin was glad that her companion had managed to eke out victory; it would have been rather inconvenient to knock out all of Spillium's guards and force the information from the man. It was undoubtedly possible, but Rin was expecting several difficult confrontations in the near future and wanted to conserve her strength. The psychic shortly made good on his word, sharing all of the knowledge he possessed about the current situation. Apparently Matvei had made contact with Spillium before starting his coup, seeking information about a broad range of topics. The construct's expression faltered when her old friend, the Orphan Prince, was mentioned... especially when it became apparent that Matvei was seeking more pages of the Grimoire. The Prince possessed one such fragment of its power: the page was currently keeping the man alive, replacing several of his internal organs that had been lost when they first met. If the former Omega learned of the kernel of power contained within the underworld leader... "Thank you, Spillium. Say hello to Kromkowski for me when you see him next!" She turned and walked out of the shop quickly, not even pausing to peruse the wares on display and search for the most potent artifacts. Rin waited until they reached the street to turn and confide in Eko in a soft whisper, her eyes hard. "There's at least one more page in the city that I know of. If Matvei is after those, I say we head there next. It's better bait than Eduardo and the pack; it should keep the werewolves from getting hurt." She waited to see if the waif had any opinions to offer, although the construct didn't really care if she did. She didn't have enough friends in Imythess to let madman like Matvei pick them off and would do everything in her power to protect them. The Orphan Prince's life depended on one of the pages because of a mistake she had made; she would not abandon him now. "We need to find the Court, and quickly. I don't suppose you know where it is or anyone who would? I could find a Herald, but that could take hours." The Prince's base of operations was a mobile camp in the sewers beneath the city that moved on a regular basis. Even if they decided to risk searching the labyrinthine system of half-collapsed tunnels on their own, if they approached the Court without a member of the Prince's organization they would arrive to find it completely abandoned. |
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| Lady Eko | Sat Apr 13, 2013 3:00 pm Post #33 |
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"I agree, but we need to do this smart. I don't want him to escape again." They had to end this in one quick, efficient sweep. Trap Matvei, kill him, and purge his pack of whatever corruption was making them so powerful. It would be difficult, but Eko was already starting a plan in her mind. When Rin asked her if she had any idea of knowing where the Orphan Prince's Court currently was, Eko immediately thought of someone. "I have a pretty close bet for that, but he'll need some persuasion to give up such sensitive information. Once we get back to Mohdu's, my headquarters, I'll send for him to meet with us. Let's see... on an urgent message, I bet he could arrive in less than twenty minutes." That fast little bastard not only knew the rooftops of the city as well as Eko did, but also the winding Balefire Underground. He and the rest of the Orphan Prince kids were simply the best at getting around the city quickly. This time, Eko didn't waste their time meandering through the crowded street level. Virtually the moment they exited the high-roofed central district, she climbed up a set of external staircases on one of the buildings and ran. It was an easy, confident run, jumping over narrow gaps between rooftops and cutting a direct course to Mohdu's Inn and Tavern. The building stood out from the others in this neighborhood because it looked cleaner and sturdier than the ones around it. Eko had fed a lot of her money into tidying up the place, and it was finally starting to show. On the sign out front, there was no allegiance symbol painted near the corner. They jumped down to the street and entered. The interior of the inn and tavern was lively, well-lit, and had a friendly and homey atmosphere. Multiple people at the tables turned upon their entrance to greet Eko. She marched straight up near the front counter or bar, where the proprietor approached. Mohdu Narang was a swarthy man, more gentle-looking than most residents, and had the dark brown skin of a first-generation Balefire immigrant. Eko spoke quickly as she passed by the bar on her way to the back hallways. "Good night, Ek--" "Good night. I'm sorry, but I'm in a bit of a hurry. Could you get me some matches, please? Rin, stay here for a moment." She disappeared in the back. A short time later, Eko returned carrying an unusually thick, worn piece of paper. The text infused into it was patterned like a short message. Mohdu laughed at the sight of it, and Eko gave a brief chuckle in response. "Arden's gonna kill me when he remembers he gave me this thing..." She took the matchbox handed to her and pulled out one of the little pinewood sticks that stunk of sulfur. In a single strike, it was alight. "Years ago, when he liked me more." Even just holding the match flame near the corner of the paper caused it to burst into a whooshing gout of violet flame. Eko flinched in surprise, letting go of the paper just before it was totally consumed. "So that's how instant missives work. The Prince has some fancy toys," she dully observed. "Well, let's hope he comes running after receiving it." With that done, Eko motioned for Rin to take a seat at the counter as she pulled up a bar stool of her own. Mohdu asked them if they'd like anything to drink. "Milk, please. Rin, do you know of any ways to trap a man who can blend into the shadows?" Edited by Lady Eko, Sat Apr 13, 2013 3:02 pm.
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| Rin | Sun Apr 14, 2013 3:23 am Post #34 |
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Rin nodded and followed the waif up the staircase and across the rooftops easily, keeping an eye out for anyone that might be following them across the city. From time to time she would catch sight of another Balefire citizen taking advantage of the upper levels to travel across the metropolis. Thankfully, it didn't appear as if any of the werewolves underneath the omega's control were keeping close tabs on the two of them. The construct was fairly certain that she would survive an open confrontation with the pack, but she didn't know if she could keep Eko alive in the process. It didn't take long for them to reach their destination. The structure stood out from its neighbors primarily because it didn't look like it had been cobbled together by a drunken architect. It actually looked clean and sturdy. Eko entered the building from the street level and spoke with the barkeep, leaving Rin to scan the interior of the common room. It was fairly busy for this time of day, but to be honest, the specific hour didn't matter much in a city where the sun never shined. The girl sat herself down at the bar and glanced at the menu overhead, mentally trying to guess at what possible concoction could accurately be defined as a 'Death in the Afternoon' or why anyone would ever want to drink it. Eko returned quickly with a small piece of paper that she set alight. It burned with a vivid violet flame before disappearing without a trace. Rin watched the entire process with interest, having never seen an 'instant missive' before. They seemed incredibly useful. She had to suppress a huge number of questions about their range and effectiveness, instead focusing on the waif's question. "Well, the best way would be to get rid of the shadows. Obviously, that's kind of an issue here." Rin tapped her fingers on the bar for a few seconds. "Oh, do you have any coconut milk? I know someone who swears by that stuff!" She turned her attention back to their conversation while the bartender searched behind the counter for the exotic beverage. "Honestly, luring him out of hiding seems like the best option. If I can just get a hold on him I could..." Rin's face broke into a wide grin, her eyes shining. "Well, that would solve both our problems. You have some experience with werewolf packs... what would cause a former omega to emerge from hiding?" |
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| Lady Eko | Sat Apr 20, 2013 2:29 pm Post #35 |
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Mohdu laughed at Rin's order. "Been to Istan, I take it? Sorry. Way too expensive to import, not enough customers who want that nasty stuff." Eko took a short moment to remember was a coconut was -- a large hairy fruit from more tropical parts of the Istan Desert and her family's homeland, Nalai -- but refocused on more relevant things quickly. She slipped onto one of the bar stools and tilted it in Rin's direction. Mohdu slipped a glass of milk toward Eko, who looked at it with a slight frown. She preferred beer, but couldn't stand her employee's constant yammering on about how she needed milk, how beer and coffee were bad for her. She agreed that trying to get rid of every shadow in a huge radius, in the Underground no less, was going to be impossible. It would be like removing a patch of water from the ocean. "Werewolf packs have a really complex hierarchy, and that hierarchy is maintained by displays of dominance and submission. They can be big or small displays, it doesn't matter. You already saw mention of eye contact, but there are lots of other things. Oh! Never, ever interrupt someone higher than you. Or speak over them. Or question them. Obvious ones, too, like baring your teeth is obviously a sign of aggression." This got Eko thinking. "Matvei thinks he's the true Alpha. Considering he was once below pups in terms of status, he's going to be obsessed with these displays. Showing as many as we can at once would be intolerable for him. He'd feel obligated to show himself and throw his weight around, make us respect his authority. It'll be very dangerous, but it's almost guaranteed to work." Just as she was finishing up her explanation, the door to Mohdu's flung open. A teen-aged boy not even sixteen years old, wearing rags, was standing in the door. He was very out of breath despite his athletic physique. Arden van Sokolovsburg, one of the Heralds of the Orphan Prince, had dark brown sweaty hair that nearly fell over his eyes. He stared at Eko across the room, lingered in the entryway for a moment before marching forward. "How dare you summon me like that when you're not even in danger?!" Eko turned her seat, leaned back against the edge of the bar, resting her elbows on either side of it. She crossed her legs and sat with her back straight, face unreadable. The change in the way she conducted herself was immediate and seamless, a way of making her look inexplicably older and more authoritative than usual. "Calm down. I'm not the one in danger, but several others are." She didn't mention the fact they were werewolves, or Arden would have nothing to do with this. He hated non-humans. The Herald made an annoyed sound, stopped, half-turned like he was about to leave, but stepped back in. "Make up your mind. We're pressed for time." "What do you want?" he finally growled. "Tell me where the Orphan Prince's Court is right now." Arden paled. "This is Rinrae Dromigg." Eko casually motioned toward her ally. She knew that Rin had some personal connection to the prince, so using her as leverage was a gamble. A gamble and a bluff, but one worth trying. Arden's wide eyes turned to the other waif in the room. "Tell me now." "What? You? You can't be..." |
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| Rin | Sat Apr 27, 2013 6:18 pm Post #36 |
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The construct sighed dramatically and ordered a glass of pure brandy instead. Mohdu provided the alcohol almost instantly. Rin swirled it quickly and took a sniff before downing the entire cup in one go. She flipped the container and set it on the bar, sliding it back to the barkeep and thanking him with a nod. She pulled a collection of silver coins from her satchel and set them on the bar, not bothering to count out the money and see if it was the proper amount. Wealth had never been a concern for the girl. The description of how to annoy a wannabe-Alpha werewolf made sense and raised several tantalizing prospects for how to incense Matvei. The construct suspected that she could drive the twisted lycanthrope into a wild rage if she only had the opportunity. One of the perks of her innocent appearance was that she was constantly underestimated by her opponents. The werewolf might know more of her true nature due to the page he held, but the rest of the pack would be less understanding. If he backed away from a confrontation with her he would quickly lose their respect, which sounded like a death sentence for anyone trying to control a group of violent, predatory hunters obsessed with strength. "Well, I have some ideas for how we could-" She was cut off by the door of the bar swinging open, striking the opposite wall with a staccato report. Everyone's head swiveled to stare at the youth who entered, hair dripping sweat. This was apparently the individual that Eko had summoned, because he immediately began to chastise her for frivolous use of the instant missive. The waif quickly shut down his complaints, telling the Herald that his 'liege' was in danger. Arden didn't seem very interested in her information until the girl introduced Rin. He gaped at her, stuttering awkwardly. "Oh, please call me Rin!" She bounced across the room, reaching out and grabbing the boy's hand between both of hers. She pumped it up and down in an enthusiastic handshake, grinning wildly. She had never met this Herald before, but knew that the title meant that he was one of the Prince's most trusted subordinates. Rin stepped back again, placing her hands on her hips. "I know that the Prince teaches all of you to be paranoid, but we're kind of in a hurry. So, who besides me could lift a purse from a Herald?" She giggled and reached behind her back, bringing it back and revealing a full pouch. She tossed it up and down a few times before throwing it back to Arden. It seemed impossible for her to have pickpocket the purse during the handshake, but Rin had a little trick that made such a task much simpler: telekinesis. "The last time I checked, he had told his Heralds to help me out whenever possible if it doesn't put their life in danger. I'm asking." |
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