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| Another Rude Awakening; [FIN] [P] Eko | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sun May 26, 2013 3:33 pm (954 Views) | |
| Lamar | Sun May 26, 2013 3:33 pm Post #1 |
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Lamar woke up. Once again, he didn't know where, and that was scaring him more and more. It was one of the more pleasant ways to wake up he'd started to have in the...weeks? Months? He never knew how long the time was between these periods of lucidness. Instead of in the midsts of a bloody fight or locked in a cave or prison, he was locked in a room. It was a nice room, with a duvet covered bed, a variety of lit lanterns, a small table with food and drink, and even a few books resting on the nightstand. There was no one else here. There was never anyone else. There was the usual note beside him on the bed, resting on a pillow. The one that told him to stay put, enjoy the food, read if he felt bored, and to not leave. The fact that there was never a threat along with that frightened him more than a promise of punishment for disobeying. He rose and walked to the door, testing the knob. It was locked, as usual. He ate some of the fruit and bread on the table, downing it with water. He flopped back on the bed, picking up one of the usual dry reads his mysterious jailor always left him: crap on local geography or plantlife or governments that he read more from boredom than actual interest. He opened the most interesting looking one of the bunch, Observations on the Fauna of Gloomwood, read a few pages, then threw the book down, staring at the ceiling. No. He'd had it. When being trapped in a room was the best thing he could wake up to, he had to do something about it. And when the worst thing he could wake to included seeing a bloodied, wounded man stand over him and draw a knife across his own throat while staring down with piercing green eyes....Lamar shuddered. He pulled the curtains apart and opened the windows. He was on what looked to be the third floor, overlooking an alleyway far, far below. Jumping out wasn't an option. He tried the door again. It was still locked. He knew nothing about picking locks, and the door was heavy oak. He wasn't breaking that open anytime soon. He returned to the window. That might be his only way out, but unless he could fly or at least float, he wasn't making it. He groaned, rubbing at his face and falling back on the bed, his eyes resting on the book spines as his mind reeled, trying to think of a way to finally escape. One of the books caught his eye. It took some time for him to realize what his hindbrain already noted. He picked it up. He reread the title, Traversing the Gwilikiths. He opened the book to the table of contents and found a chapter entitled "The Basics of Rockclimbing and Rappelling." He looked to the bedsheets under the duvet. He grinned. ~*~ He also fell the last few feet, ending up on his backside with his right ankle stinging. He could still move it, so it wasn't broken, but he looked up at the torn and tied sheetrope with far more pride than embarrassment. He did it! He was out! He was free! And he looked up and down the dark alley to realize he was completely lost. From the lantern light and utter lack of any sky beyond inky blackness, he guessed this was Balefire. That didn't aid him much. He'd never been to Balefire. He knew no one in Balefire. He was still confused as to how he arrived in Balefire. Still, he thought, his light brown eyes still roving from side to side for potential dangers, he was free, and no matter what the rumors he heard about Balefire, there had to be someone who'd listen to him and help him out. Hopefully, he thought as he began to limp toward what he hoped was a main street, he'd find that sort of selfless person soon. ...
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| Lady Eko | Mon May 27, 2013 2:10 pm Post #2 |
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The convoluted business planning around Tetrarch Street was one of those things about Balefire that never ceased to intrigue Eko. Lax building regulations allowed apartment complexes to run up for multiple terrifying aboveground floors -- sometimes up to ten floors, which was so tall that they were a major part of the city's dark skyline from a distance. Of course, there was always the risk of massive damage if any of those buildings collapsed, but so far in Eko's experience there hadn't been any trouble. No, certainly no trouble from the roughshod architecture of western Balefire. Where the trouble really came was from the people. Her people, other people's people, self-made people, it didn't really matter where the disputes came from. When it affected Eko's often tenuous alliance with the Silver-Eaters werewolf pack, she tried to make more of an impression by resolving it in person. Ansha broke off from her group midway down the street, sauntering into an alley to chase strange scents or small animals that lived there. Eko didn't pay the big dog much mind, focusing her attention forward. Accompanying her was a tall, broad teenage kid with a shag of dirty blond hair -- her childhood friend, Enric -- and one of her part-time security guards, a black-haired twenty-something wearing a secondhand chainmail shirt and leisurely resting the flat of a longsword on his shoulder. The commotion down the road was already obvious from the noise of it, but the trio couldn't see what exactly was going on until they drew closer. If there were any gawkers to this street brawl, they kept a wide, wide berth, only sparing glances out of the corners of their eyes. This allowed an open space for the two people involved to beat the crap out of each other. A beggar Eko recognized saw the brawl coming closer to his usual spot, decided to pack up and disappear into another one of Tetrarch's many convoluted back alley paths. The kid with wolf eyes bullrushed the genasi kid, tackling him across the dust and almost making it to the wall. Eko pulled a sturdy but complex goblin contraption over her tiny fist. In a well-practiced series, she slammed her opposite hand into the sides to secure the apparatus, each time giving a satisfying click. It was such a loud, distinct noise that the two kids fighting froze, their eyes snapping in her direction. "Jachin Gouveia..." The target of Eko's threatening tone was a kid around ten or twelve years old with a shaggy mane of dark brown hair. He wore a ripped waistcoat over what was probably once a white long-sleeved shirt, and she spotted his flat cap sitting on the ground ten feet away. The boy's most distinctive trait were his eyes, which were shaped like those of a wolf and just as vibrantly gold in the iris. Jachin had the genasi boy pinned under him, fist raised, blood and dirt on both their faces. Eko wondered how long they had been fighting. Meanwhile, Ansha plodded down the street, her big brushy tail swishing back and forth behind her. She stopped to smell an interesting pile of refuse before moving on. A dead bird really caught her attention, but it was so long dead that it reminded her of undead flesh smell, which made her remember Eko's obedience training and thus didn't decide to eat it. Further down, there was an interesting man limping away. A man! Ansha's pace quickened, her tail wagging faster, big tongue lolling out of her huge jaws double-lined with serrated teeth. She whined before greeting the man enthusiastically, sniffing and licking his hands whenever she could. Ansha thought this person was so exciting that she wanted to lead him back to Eko. She turned her body, started to walk, stopped, looked back at Lamar, wagged her tail, went back and sniffed his hands again, and then tried to walk again, all the while hoping earnestly that he would follow her. |
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| Lamar | Mon May 27, 2013 4:53 pm Post #3 |
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He heard a snuffling sound behind him, and Lamar risked a glance over his shoulder to see what it could be. The sight made him freeze, the parts of his brain that recalled being a small squeaky rodent seizing up at the monster behind him. His first instinct was the scream "Wolf," but wolves weren't built so massively or so large. It snuffled around in the refuse that tended to build up between buildings, and Lamar took the opportunity to shuffle away as quickly as his smarting foot would allow him. There were plenty of interesting things to smell in a city alley, Lamar reasoned. He could tell with his puny nostrils. If that beast of a canine wanted to rummage in it, Lamar was more than happy to allow it. The dog's interest in the garbage waned as its curiosity about Lamar waxed, and it abandoned its previous, smelly occupation to pad toward him. Lamar constantly glancing behind him in cause just such a thing occurred, realized he had no plans for what to do in such a contingency besides spin around on his bad ankle, whine in pain, and hold his hand up as though they alone could ward off that mountain of fur and flesh. "H-hey, doggie," Lamar warbled, working to step backward without tripping over himself. "N-nice doggie...Go away...." The dog paid him no heed. It sniffed at him, wagged its tail, opened its mouth wide and, as Lamar shut his eyes so as to not see the actual mauling take place, lapped at his open palms with a huge, pink, saliva covered tongue. "O-oh, you're friendly...?"Lamar said, a slight lilt marking his own uncertainty about the dog's docile nature. "That...that's good....Good doggie." The monster dog turned away from him, now satisfied his hands were properly covered in drool. It headed back the way it came, stopped, and turned back to Lamar, tag wagging enough that its rump was joining the wiggling. It took a few more steps, turned and stared again. "You...want me to follow you?" Lamar asked. He took a few limping steps forward, and the dog bounded ahead again. It stopped watched Lamar take a few more steps to catch up, then trotted off again. "Okay, this is idiotic," Lamar noted as he continued following the dog out of the alley and into the street. "But it's hardly the craziest thing that's happened to me recently." |
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| Lady Eko | Tue May 28, 2013 11:30 pm Post #4 |
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Their eyes held contact for a couple tense moments. Jachin lowered his fist and stepped up off the genasi. "What if your father found out?" Eko asked, one hand on her hip. "I know. I'm stopping." A feral growl rolled from Jachin's throat when Eko came up to the genasi boy and help him to his feet. He'd been pretty badly roughed up -- and dealt the same kind of damage to Jachin in the process. "You got stones, going up against the heir of Silver-Eaters. What's your name?" He rubbed the back of his neck, eying Eko up. "Armon." The girl offered her hand, which was tiny even compared to that of the boy who was probably four or five years younger than her. "I'm Eko. If you see him causing more trouble like this, Armon, talk to his dad or me." "You his mom?" Eko almost laughed. Her chest went through the motion of it, but she made no sound. "That's not fair, Eko! He called me a rabid mutt!" Jachin protested. "I'm not surprised. You did a good job making yourself look the part." She patted Jachin on the side of the arm. "You've got a lot to learn about when and where to use force. Talk to your father about it." One of Eko's bodyguards, the teen-ager, leaned over her shoulder and tapped it. He spoke even softer than her. "Was this the dispute you were talking about?" Eko herself was busy looking around while she answered. "Not quite..." A pause. "Say, anyone seen where Ansha went?" The other bodyguard shook his head and shrugged. He didn't say much. "Jachin, Armon, go clean yourselves up. No more fights out here. You want to break things, you break your own property. Ansha!" Eko put her fingers to her lips and whistled: a distinct trill that rose up abruptly near the end. Her dog was trained to respond to several specific whistles. Those commands had saved both their lives in the past. The hulk of a dog came running down the street after emerging from an alley further back. Not long after, she was followed by a limping man. Based on the way Ansha kept looking back at him, Eko figured quite quickly that this was one of her new "friends." The dog being the terrible judge of character that she was, Eko was on guard. The hand that wasn't affixed to the goblin-made fighting contraption slid into the pocket of her jacket. While it looked like a casual and almost disarming bit of body language, it actually gave that hand access to the knife sheathe hidden beneath a hole cut in the inner pocket lining. None of this registered on Eko's face, features cool. Once close enough, she gave a nod in greeting. Ansha returned to her side, enthusiastically looking up at her friend as if saying "Look what I found! A man!" "How are you," Eko greeted. They were still standing too far apart to shake hands. "Sorry about the dog. She's as wild as she is tame. I'm Eko, by the way." |
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| Lamar | Wed May 29, 2013 10:36 am Post #5 |
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"Ah, hello. I'm Lamar," said the young man. He hoped the dog had led him to that selfless helper he'd wished for, but the lot of them looked like the sort of street thugs he'd been warned about when he first left home. If he had his choice, he would turn and run away to avoid the mugging part of him was sure to come. The fact he wasn't in a state to run besides, he was utterly lost, utterly directionless, and about to put his life in the paws of a huge, friendly dog. He did give one last, paranoid glace around him. None of them had green eyes, except the girl calling herself Eko, and those were a normal green. He sighed. "I, um, I'm not sure how to say this...?" he said almost questioningly. "But...I need help. In a lot of ways, but mostly if you could help me get started by getting away from here and out of Balefire...this is Balefire, right? I don't have any sort of money or anything on me, though I can help fix up any small metalwork you have, I guess. It's about all I can offer in exchange. Just...please don't do anything like stab me?" ~*~ The head housekeeper, outside having a leisurely smoke, suddenly straightened up from her position leaning against the stonework of the building she served in. She stared ahead, green eyes almost glowing, before glancing down at the lit cigarette in her hand, sneering at it, then dropping and crushing it underfoot. She turned back to the kitchen door and walked inside the bustling, clanking, shouting chaotic order that kept the inn's guests fed. She walked though it with an unnatural ease for a woman of her plump size, always staring straight ahead like a soldier on the march. She went to the small servant's stairwell, meant for the use of the help to discreetly reach the various floors of the oversized building without running into any guests that might wish to pretend their sheets were changed and their chamberpots emptied by magic instead of mortal hand, and began to ascend. |
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| Lady Eko | Wed May 29, 2013 11:31 am Post #6 |
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The feeling was so nostalgic. Eko used to use this exact setup to mug people. It was a terrible exploitation of Ansha's friendliness, but the dog loved getting praise after she lead weak-looking people to Eko. Now the beast was looking up expectantly at Eko's pocket, wondering why she hadn't drawn her knife yet. The barest tinge of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips and, to reassure Ansha, she gently slid her hand from her pocket and used it instead to pet her between the ears. Her attention quickly returned to Lamar, listening to his admittedly odd request and situation. She was reminded of the time she mugged an amnesiac. Not one of her finest moments. This time, Eko could afford a little benevolence. "No, I won't stab you. Balefire isn't as bad as you probably think." Eko looked over her shoulder, pointed to Enric, and then lazily gestured back in Lamar's direction. "Could you escort him back to Mohdu's, please? Have him bandage that sprained ankle while he's at it." Enric gave a silent nod and stepped forward. "If you want, we can take you somewhere safe. Don't be afraid. I'm one of the good guys." Eko's smile lengthened into a small, almost apologetic grin without teeth showing. "I have something I need to finish out here, but I'll be back in an hour or two." They had offered Lamar a discounted room at Mohdu's Inn and Tavern, a homey little facility with a strange symbol painted onto the corner of the sign outside. The proprietor, Mohdu Narang, was a friendly, somewhat boisterous man who lightly joked about Lamar's amnesia. Enric hovered around the man, knowing his job wasn't just to protect him from Balefire but also to protect Eko's people from him, should he turn out to be dangerous. Eko returned through the back door. The metal contraption on her fist was covered in dried blood. She was working on undoing the snaps and getting it off her arm, managing to do so by the time she reached the area where Lamar was sitting. Ansha ran up to Lamar and licked him. "She seems to like you a lot," Eko said as she came up in front of his table. She placed the goblin-made weapon on the table and sat down across from him. "You said you needed a way out of Balefire? I won't ask why. I'm not sure-- do you want me to arrange transport out of the city for you?" Already it looked like the cogs were turning in her mind. She placed a hand lightly over her chin, deep in thought. "Airship tickets are expensive, with a lot of wait time, but the connecting flight from Balefire to Taras is the fastest way out. Within my own budget, I might be able to talk a friend into giving you a ride to the Calmonah borderlands..." |
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| Lamar | Wed May 29, 2013 1:40 pm Post #7 |
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"I'm not sure," Lamar said, preferring to watch the joyful beast that was Ansha to looking at the intense Eko directly. "This is the first time I've actually...nevermind. It sounds crazy." The idea he had amnesia, that he'd be moving about and doing thing without recalling them wasn't much more comforting than the nagging thought in his mind that, for all those blank spaces, he simply wasn't there. It was saner account of what's occurred to him, and one that was much faster to explain. "I just...maybe if I can get away and get back home, it'll fix things?" Could he escape it, whatever infliction or curse was upon him? He never had the chance to try. He'd be damned, maybe literally, if he didn't make the attempt. "If you could just tell me where the main gates are or how to get to the Green Road, then I hope I'll be fine. Thank you for helping with my leg, by the way. I know a healing spell, but it's more for small burns and cuts." ~*~ The head housekeeper exited on the third floor, moving smoothly across the carpeted halls toward one of the suites this floor was filled with. She paused before one of the doors, slumped and shook her head in confusion, but only for a moment as she stood ramrod straight once more. Reaching into an apron pocket, she retrieved one of the inn's master keys. She unlocked the door, peered about the room, and snorted, a noise that caused a small trumpeting toot considering the wide nostrils of the instrument. Her green eyes focused on the strip of cloth tied to the bedframe. She looked down through the open window to see the long trail of it leading to the alley below. She glanced at a book left discarded on the bed. Ruffling through its pages, she found one page a bit more thumbed than the others, discussing various mountaineering knots. She snorted again, placing the book atop the pile on the bedstand. She rummaged through the room, finding tucked away in the wardrobe a small sack, beside it a sword and a buckler. She reached inside the back and extracted a small pouch that jangled with the music of gold and greed. She counted out a fair amount, dropping this in her deep pockets. After this, she sat down at the table to write, using more of the paper and pens she kept in her pockets. She folded the note up, placed the coin beside it, then went to stand at the open window, untying the torn bedsheet from the bedframe to let it flutter and drop below. A lucky scavenger would find it and clean the evidence for her. After that, she waited, staring down, until, at last, a shadow figure below passed underneath. Again she staggered, rubbed her head, blinked, and worked out what she was doing. She'd been out for a smoke, yes, and then she was in a guest suite... She must have been checking on this room. The person who rented it never seemed to leave. Normally such activity meant there was a girl in the room, as well, but it was only the young, rigid man. She spied the folded note on the table after her eyes caught the glint of money. Ever the professional, she read the note first. With courteous if straightforward language, it stated that the guest had stepped out for a time, but would like to rent the room for a few more days. He hoped the coin here would be enough to cover the expenses, as well as replace a bedsheet that was, sadly, ruined. According to her expert eye, there was plenty of gold here for that. In fact, there was more than enough. Remaining the professional, she went about the room tidying up, making the bed, shutting the open window, and clearing the dirty dishes and putting them in the room's dumbwaiter. After that, she felt, she'd certainly earned the tip she pocketed. She took the note and the rest of the coin down to the front desk to explain the situation. He was certainly a strange, quiet man, but also a polite one, that Mr. Lamar. |
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| Lady Eko | Fri May 31, 2013 10:48 am Post #8 |
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Eko leaned back, drawing up one of her legs to cross the other thigh. She never broke eye contact throughout the entirety of the exchange, barely blinking even. "If you might pardon my intrusion on your personal business... I'm worried. I don't think I have the conscience to just give you directions and turn you on the streets again. You seem like a nice, upstanding outsider. More importantly, your eyes. How do I put this?" She narrowed her own for a second. Her next few words were even quieter. "You look very afraid of something, Mr. Lamar. Something way bigger than me and my rabble. I don't see that look very often." Mohdu, acting with perfect timing, slid drinks onto the table between their sentences. Eko tossed the wily proprietor a look; she'd ordered coffee, but he gave her milk. Like usual, she sipped it anyway. "Let us at least shadow you to the main gates and the Green Road. This city has eyes that can pierce right into your soul. The bad people can spot any kind of weakness. Including fear. Especially fear. We won't get in your way and we won't give you any more trouble afterwards." ...
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| Lamar | Fri May 31, 2013 2:14 pm Post #9 |
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He started when she mentioned eyes, his brown eyes finally locking on her light green. He looked away again once his metaphorical feathers began to settle. He supposed that was it. He was afraid. Afraid of something that would make him believe in a monstrous canine and trust in a gang of street thugs. More than those things that should illicit true concern from him, he was afraid of...he didn't know. That was the worst of it. He didn't know what he was afraid of. He didn't know anything about what happened to him, so when Eko offered to shadow him to the gate, it should have made sense, but he felt himself shaking his head anyway. "I...I don't know," he said. "I mean, I wouldn't mind it, if you would. I can't see any sort of harm in it, but," he sighed, and fumbled his fingers together, letting them weave around and through each other. "I don't think it'll help much, either. I just...I need to try to get home." ~*~ The figure in the alley straightened, and his green eyes glanced around in the gloom. Now, to see what he had to work with here... He realized how small he was. A child? He was a child? He grumbled aloud again, the sound taking on more of a growling timbre. Children were damn near useless to him. He supposed it'd serve for now, but he'd really hoped for something with a bit more stamina... He froze as he drew in a breath. Along with the usual scents of garbage and rot, there was a world more. He could smell the passage of several people through this alleyway. He caught whiff of another dog, which his memories recognized as an "Ansha." More digging showed a formidable beast that he would be afraid of if the creature wasn't such a lovable doofus. He began looking deeper into himself to discover the source of this unexpected boon. He was Jachin, just reaching his teens, and possessing a new trait Lamar had never witnessed before. He somehow possessed the abilities and strength of a wolf, including the power to become one at will. With that came the power of a wolf's nose. It wasn't as powerful in human form, but it was far stronger than the week nostrils of normal humans. Along with this, the boy knew this area of Balefire well, its backways and alleyways and hidden paths that only a child who grew up and explored this city since they could walk could know it. Perfect. This would make things far easier. Wishing he'd imprinted on someone like this when he first came to this land, Lamar now Jachin turned to the bedsheet rope, the thing that caught Jachin's eye in the first place. A quick sniff picked up soap, the hands of whomever folded, carried, and made the hotel bed, and another, fresher scent that must be his target. He sniffed the alley more, allowing his new memories and skills to tell him what the swirl of information meant. His target had started one way, then went the opposite way with the Ansha. Lamar looked for more information. Ansha was owned by another human who called herself Eko. The extra information he found on this leader of street thugs made him growl again. If she chose to harm his host, she was going to have a very, very bloody day. He set out down the alley and into the street again, following the smell of his target and the far more pungent smell of Ansha. His new memories already held an inkling of where he might have been taken, but Lamar would follow the trail. His new memories might be right, but it was best to verify, especially in a task this important. |
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| Lady Eko | Sun Jun 2, 2013 1:43 pm Post #10 |
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This man endlessly fascinated Eko, but that fact didn't show on her face or even her body language. He was confused, afraid, had no memory, but knew exactly what he wanted. She couldn't argue with that. "Let it reassure me. I want to know I did what I could to help. Are you sure you don't want to rest here, or even have a bite to eat before you take to the road?" She didn't expect him to agree. If he insisted on leaving immediately, Eko would stand up and shake his hand once more. "A pleasure meeting you, Mr. Lamar. I wish you safe travels." Her eye contact broke when she shot a set of hand gestures at someone near the back, probably too fast for someone untrained to read. There was movement, back doors opening. Eko politely smiled back at Lamar. "To be discreet, there's a back exit. My people won't bother you." Eko came down from her room to ask Mohdu a question. In the middle of her conversation, the door to the tavern opened and a familiar kid walked in. Jachin Gouveia almost never visited Mohdu's, being too busy with the Silver-Eaters pack as it was. "Hoi, Jachin!" Mohdu greeted. Eko only stared. Something was very, very wrong about his eyes. |
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| Lamar | Sun Jun 2, 2013 2:45 pm Post #11 |
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"No, no," He said to her offers of hospitality. "I've already slept and eaten in the room. I just need to...I need to go. I'm sorry." Eko accepted his refusal, thankfully, and stood to shake his hand, wish him well, then waved at someone behind her. "To be discreet," she told him, "there's a back exit. My people won't bother you." "Thank you," he said, standing up with care, being cautious at the amount of weight he put on his bad foot. He could still walk, even if he didn't want to risk running. He was more than used to long walks, and he'd walk all the way home, if need be. "Goodbye, Eko. Bye, Ansha." He patted the beast on the head before heading through the door and hallways to the back exit. He needed to get home. For whatever reason, that stuck in his head. He didn't know if that certainty it would fix everything was true, but it was the best plan he had. If he could get home, talk to his parents, his friends, anyone he knew before this surreal nightmare began, maybe he could begin to collect himself and get some help. ~*~ The trail led to a hole-in-the-wall tavern called Mohdu's. According to his memories, that was the name of the owner and a hangout of the infamous Eko. He'd avoid her the best he could, unless, of course, she decided to make his body a victim. Then she'd be squarely in his sights. Whatever instability might result after she stabbed herself in the heart wasn't of much consequence to him, after all. He headed inside, keeping his head low as he continued sniffing out the trail. "Hoi, Jachin!" a voice called out. Lamar remembered that was his current name and looked up. Mohdu was the one who called out. Beside him was none other than the Eko herself. Dammit. He didn't need this. It was always a pain to meet people who knew him. He wasn't skilled at mimicking his host's behavior. He settled for giving a quick wave and sauntering toward the back where his body's scent led. Just keep moving. Act like his presence was allowed. It only needed to last long enough for him to get back to himself and get out of here. |
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| Lady Eko | Sun Jun 2, 2013 2:58 pm Post #12 |
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Eko's stare intensified. Regardless of how rude it might have come off, her eyes didn't leave Jachin for his whole trip from the front door to the bar in the back. Instead of the vibrant gold that was so eye-catching about the werewolf heir, the boy's eyes had turned an equally bright shade of green. Mohdu tried to strike up small talk. It was unclear whether he had also noticed the difference and was just handling it less awkwardly. "Heard you got into a bit of a scrap today. Hope your father doesn't find out." The boy didn't respond. Normally he would have at least gotten annoyed about the mention of his father. Eko noticed how focused he seemed on getting to the back door. The back door... how long ago had Mr. Lamar left? Twenty, thirty minutes? As the boy crossed behind where Eko was leaning against the bar, she caught him tightly by the arm. In this position, they both faced opposite directions. "Where are you going," Eko said. Her free hand slipped into her jacket pocket and her fingers curled around the concealed handle of a dagger. "You're not allowed back there." This was a lie. |
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| Lamar | Sun Jun 2, 2013 3:22 pm Post #13 |
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Dammit. He did not have time for this! Negotiating with Eko would take too long and likely not work since she knew Jachin. No matter how useful the child was, this body was compromised. He left, incorporeal and invisible, leaving the child, now dazed and confused, behind in the grip of Eko, and passed through the wall to the backroom, taking the closest body, a servant working at the tavern holding a tray of dirty dishes for the back kitchen. He continued walking as soon as he adjusted, taking the tray where it needed to go. Lamar used the time to dig through the new list of memories. His body had been here. The servant remembered seeing him arrive with Eko and, dammit, he'd gone, and this "busboy" didn't know where besides the back door. He kept walking through the back, kicking himself for not simply taking over Eko and getting the information directly from her, until he passed someone else who his memories recognized as a member of Eko's gang. Close enough, he supposed. He transferred again. This one had more information. His body was heading out of town, escorted or watched by more of Eko's people. That woman again. How irritating could one human get? He hurried through the back of the tavern, his body held ramrod straight, searching for the elusive backdoor. Hopefully, he could catch up to himself before his body got itself into more trouble. Why couldn't it have simply stayed in the room? He should simply lock it in a closet from now on, if it was going to act like this. |
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| Lady Eko | Sun Jun 2, 2013 3:34 pm Post #14 |
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The green drained from Jachin's eyes. Eko's own eyes widened. "...Eko? Hey, don't grab me so tightly." He shook his arm out of her grip, glaring. "What the hell is going on? Are we in Mohdu's? How'd I get all the way here?" The hiss of steel made him shut up. Eko's dagger glinted in the light. She began to look every which way. "Mind control. Mohdu! Play the alarm." She was already searching the nearby hallways even before finishing her orders. Mohdu's eyebrows raised, but he did as he was told by wandering into a maintenance room in the back. Jachin was so alarmed that he didn't know what to do; he didn't even move very far. Eko's voice reverberated through the building. "Clear out! Clear out! Mind control magic in the building!" Her last word was halfway drowned out when Mohdu pulled a cord, causing a series of high-pitched whistling sounds to unleash upon the whole building. It was a simple alarm system they'd set up for situations like this, when the safety of the headquarters was compromised. They hadn't had a chance to practice the procedure more than once, though. Eko rushed through the back hallways of the inn and tavern, making a beeline for the back door where Mr. Lamar had exited. "Green eyes! Bright green eyes! Hold back anyone with bright green eyes!" she kept shouting, especially when she passed employees or guests. |
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| Lamar | Sun Jun 2, 2013 3:52 pm Post #15 |
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An alarm sounded, the sound clanging in his ears. He quickened his steps, glad this woman had sensible footwear. He heard Eko behind him, calling out about mind control magic, telling everyone to clear out. Good enough. That's what he was doing anyway. It was when she began warning about green eyes that he began to sprint. It was the one thing he couldn't help. Even with the humans at home, his presence, or the presence of any of his kind, would alter the color of the irises. There were plenty of discussions and theories as to why among the scholarly sort; he never counted himself among their numbers, and he never worried much before since he was a soldier, not an infiltrator. Here, where he had to take the guise of infiltrator to simply survive, it was an eternal bane when his body was known by other humans, and this Eko had seen through it. Once he secured his body, perhaps he would come back for her. She'd annoyed him more than enough to warrant it. The quick staccato of footsteps behind him caused him to glace back. Eko again! He glared and turned back to the door. Was there a guard on the other side? His memories said no, and he didn't want to leave this body for another of the general public. He needed an Eko gang member to identify one of the escorts, to map out the streets, to find his damn body. He reached the back door, threw it open, and ran out into the dark, narrow alley beyond, pushing his body faster to outrun Eko. He didn't give a damn about her or her little group. He didn't know they existed before today, and he'd ignore them once he got his body back. Why would they not leave him be? |
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