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Family [P - Wynne]
Topic Started: Sat Mar 24, 2018 3:05 am (639 Views)
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The Black Hunter had found his way back to the City of Lanterns.

The place was as dirty as always, he thought to himself as he stood on a hilltop overlooking the city. The city was inundated in orange lamplight, and in the dark autumn night, it looked like hell. Smelled like it too.

Sen stepped forward, his feet crunching on the dry vegetation of the hillside as he made his way to the gates where the guards were. The dullness in his heart propelled him forward, like an alcoholic looking to find a drink to ease his pain. Where there was once the spark of adventure in his eyes, a listless expression remained, the light sucked away from his very being.

He entered the city gates undisturbed, feeling a twisted sense of being at home in the maze of scum-ridden tenement buildings, the streets filled with grime and lost children. He continued forward, his eyes fixed on a forward path. His body seemed to know better than his mind exactly where he was going. His dual scabbards rustled gently against his cloak as he shoved past creatures of various races. In another time, he might have picked up conversation, or asked if there were jobs available. This was not one of those times.

He kept on, his boots clapping against the wet pavement as he recounted the past few days in his mind. Dexter was rumored to be dead. The Hunters had been disbanded. Ned was alive, looking for him.

His fondest memories had shattered into a million pieces, and the light in his eyes had been destroyed along with them.

As he continued walking, quietly immersed in memories of another time, another place, his shoulder bumped up against someone - or something. He scowled and glared down at the offending party, his words abrupt and quiet. "Watch it."
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Wynnesteria simply wished to disappear.

The well-known maiden of Balefire moved through the streets at a steady pace, seeming to float through the streets in her long, white gown, covered mostly by a deep brown cloak. The hem of the dress stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark streets- the exact opposite of what Wynne had been going for, but it was the plainest dress she owned, the only thing she was alright with ruining on her journey.

Who knew what one would find in a search of one's parents?

Of course, this had been much more of a split-second decision than she would have liked. It had only been planned an hour before, on the far other end of the City of Lanterns, but it wasn't anything anyone wouldn't expect out of her. In fact, she'd be surprised if her aunt and uncle didn't show up within the next three days. Hopefully she'd be quick and clever enough to leave without a trace in time- anything to get rid of those damn high elves and the past nightmare of a year. Seventeen seemed to have brought none of the happiness she'd been promised.

She self-consciously pulled up the hood over her face as far as she could without the points of her headdress pressing through the back of the cloth. Any trace of herself could tip someone off.

Keep your head down. Keep your face covered. Don't make eye contact.

She repeated her own advice to herself with such fervent she'd totally zoned out, moving on autopilot through the streets of Balefire, that she barely noticed when her entire side bumped against someone. She blinked for a moment, looking up, for a moment, her hood nearly falling back. Panic flushed through her as she looked up at him, forgetting her mantra instantly and blinking up at him with her pale, mismatched eyes. She froze still and quickly turned around, hoping he hadn't seen her long enough for him to register who she was, if he knew at all.
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Sen stared down at the girl. She seemed completelyout of her element - a white snowflake in the midst of an ashen graveyard. He sighed and looked down at her, recognizing something within her eyes - something he'd seen before. He knew that expression - it was the one that remained on his face 24-7 before his life had fallen apart.

He stared quietly down at the girl, gauging her ability. She seemed weak of body, but certainly not of magic. While on the surface, most other magicians would have deemed her ordinary and passed on, he sensed something deeper - something hidden from the surface. He looked down at her quietly for a bit longer.

"You're looking for something."

The statement was simple, and to the point. Over the past weeks, Sen had learned how effective cutting down his statements in such a fashion could be. He stared at the oddity in front of him, noting her headress and manner of dress. A devout practitioner of some religion, perhaps? No. No priestess would spend her time in the city of Balefire, he'd met enough to know they were an uptight and wound-up bunch.

The question remained, then. What exactly was she?

He stared down at her blankly, waiting for a response, when he realized he did not care what she was. All that mattered was that she looked like she needed assistance. And he could use some extra money.
Edited by SenMontague, Sat Mar 24, 2018 4:05 am.
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She looked back at him silently for a long moment, before quickly pulling the hood back over her face quickly. The panic and confusion on her face quickly settled to a set, stoic expression, trying to hold the expression for as long as she could force herself to. When she spoke, she spoke with a thick accent, bright and melodic throaty tone a stark contrast from the city she came from.

"So whot i' I am? Whotsit to ye?"

She had a slight indignant edge as she spoke, though her sharp edge seemed to drop almost immediately after, as though it had taken some sort of effort to put up the front and hold it.
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He cringed slightly at her tone. It sounded awful. He returned himself to his stoic expression, wondering to himself. What was it to him, indeed. He had never met this girl before, nor did he particularly care for her. She seemed rude and put-offish, almost as if she was trying to make up for her diminutive stature. Sen sighed, his cloak shifting in the breeze, which did little to offset the stale, smoky, humid air.

"I may be able to help." Again, short cookie-cutter statements. His tone was dull, flat, seemingly uninterested. "For a price, of course."

He paused for a moment, then decided to go off his unwritten bounty hunter script, his words more ominous-sounding then he meant them to be. "Someone like you shouldn't be wandering around here, anyways."
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"I'm naut waunderin'. I know exactly whaur I'm goin'."

She paused for a moment. That was a simple, blatant lie. Maybe she knew Balefire well enough, but she had no clue at all where she'd be going outside of here. She rarely left her residence, after all. She wasn't her parents. She'd no idea how to disappear easily. Perhaps some help would be a good idea, after all. She sighed softly and looked up at him again, the sharp edge in her voice now completely gone, replaced by a slightly more casual tone.

"...Awright, whit's yer price?"
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Sen looked down at the girl. She was clearly lying - she probably had lived in Balefire all her life. Judging by the look of her, probably somewhere nice. He remained silent for a bit after she finished speaking, before nodding quietly. "It's a bad idea to talk business on the streets. Let's go to a bar, or something." He looked around, before walking quietly, beckoning quietly for her to come along. "I have no desire to hurt or kidnap you, by the way."

He sighed as he continued walking silently along the streets of Balefire. In another time, he'd be scurrying between bars and job boards, picking up the highest ranking jobs he could in order to get new weapons, grimoires, and find places to stay. Maybe even pick up a lady he fancied here or there.

Ned had taught him how to pick up women, he remembered with a hint of a smile as his leather boots clapped against the wet stone streets. "It's all in the tone of your voice," he'd said, a long time ago. "Be yourself. But change the tone of your voice."

Sen shook his head. Ned was a different person now. Both of them were.

After a few more moments, he found himself at his old Balefire dive. He shook his head, opening the door to a surprisingly quiet bar. He reminded himself that evening had just fallen - it was still too early for the low-class scumbags to come wandering in and find their seats, drunken and arrogant. He took his seat at the bar, looking up at the bartender - a humanoid, constantly shifting slime-like figure. "Ch'aarak. Your true form?"

The slime seemed to turn, then the head (or what could be assumed to be the head) nodded. Sen gave a short nod. "Give me a shot of your oldest mead." The bartender nodded as it turned around and began to get to work, as Sen took a look around the bar. It was small, the walls covered with pictures of women and swords, and memorabilia from war. There were multiple tables with wooden stools at each one, and tables with booths along the wall. Behind the bar was an exquisite display of various bottles, glasses, and the like. Ch'aarak slid a jug of rich, yellow mead across the table and Sen took a sip as he looked up at the girl. "Tell me your business."
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Wynne looked around the bar from underneath the shade of her hood silently, shifting uncomfortably in the change of scene. She'd never seen a place like this before, even with them being as common in Balefire as any other building. She pulled the hood up further silently. She couldn't risk anyone seeing her face- her family was too well known to risk. As she spoke, she suppressed her accent as much as she could, even with as awkward as it felt. She'd taught herself in front of a mirror how to imitate her Aunt's voice, in case of situations just like this one.

"I wish to disappear. In eny wey possible. I need outove here in any waey I can, as quietly as I can. South or North works, considering wea' somewhaur in the middle, and I don' have any specific place to go. I just need awey. Yea?"
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Sen listened quietly. "Yes. You want to be escorted away from whatever you have here. 500 gold and we leave now. 250 up front, if you please. The other 250 will be paid upon our arrival." He sat quietly and looked at her. A runaway little girl? He was reminded a bit of himself, the pleading desperation. He guessed it wasn't financial troubles, most likely. Perhaps escaping a kidnapper? Or an abusive family or spouse. Either way, Sen felt like this would be a job worth taking on, even if he didn't let it show immediately. He got Ch'aarak's attention with a raised hand, then turned to the girl. "I prefer to start jobs by knowing my client. Call me old-fashioned. Name, please? And preferred drink."
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She blinked at him for a moment, then sighed softly, lowering her voice slightly as she spoke with her regular accent. "Ma name's Wynne. Scotch." She gave a pleasant smile and sighed as she looked at the floor and closed her eyes. She'd really never had much of a taste for scotch. It simply felt right to say. That was typically how she operated- she'd say the first thing that came to mind, whether it be true or not. She'd learned to restrain it a bit on her aunt's request, give a fake smile and a proper 'hallo', 'good day', 'whit like are ye?', and the like. That was one of the exact reasons she'd left in the first place, them over controlling lot. She tapped her foot on the bar stool before pulling a well-sized sack of gold and counting out the pieces in her hand, sliding them over to him. "Iv I maey ask, whit do they call ye? Seems proper, since ye asked mine."
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Sen set some gold pieces on the table, which Ch'aarak nodded and took up, setting on the table, before sliding a Scotch over to the Wynne, taking the bag and pulling it behind his cloak. "Name's Sen." He sipped quietly on his mead, finishing the whole jug, before slamming it on the table twice - the signal for a refill. Ch'aarak took the cup and began filling it again. "Well, then. I'll discuss our route. North will give us an easier time. Taras and the Plains are dangerous at this moment." He sighed and took another sip of his mead, which slipped down his throat, leaving him feeling a bit warmer. Of course, that could be the internal flame talking, but he ignored it for now. He looked back over at Wynne, his face neutral. Concentrating a bit, he couldn't sense any overtly useful magic, even now. It probably meant he'd have to fight quite a bit. He sat silently as he waited for her to finish, before standing up. "Let's go, then."
Edited by SenMontague, Sat Mar 24, 2018 6:38 pm.
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She nodded and took a drink of her scotch, wincing slightly at the sharp taste. She quickly finished it anyways, perhaps out of programmed politeness, and stood up, adjusting her cloak over her head and began walking at a calm pace, her face towards the ground. Allowing Sen to lead the way, she floated a few paces behind him, face obscured by her hood as they walked the streets- exactly how she liked it. Wynne chose not to speak, preferring the ambience of the evening to everything else. A part of her wondered if the outside world sounded different from here. It had been a few years, maybe longer since she'd left Balefire, and that had been on business and nothing more. She sighed softly. Hopefully, it felt better than the stagnant, stale air of the midnight-bathed town.
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He began walking away and out of the town in complete and utter silence. As they approached the gates, a pair of guards came to stop them. One of the men's faces lighted on Wynne's with recognition, and he gave Sen a look. "Sir, do you know who this girl is?"

Sen shrugged. "No. Not particularly."

The guard looked back down at the girl, before bowing respectfully. "Your highness, search parties have been looking everywhere for you! Please, allow me to come take you home." He reached out to take Wynn's hand, when suddenly, he screamed, falling onto his knees. His entire body was covered in black flames, the seal of the Abyss marking his face. He soon fell over, unmoving, and the other guard, shaking, looked at Sen. Sen's eyes glared, turning from the normal blue-purple color to a deep reddish black, a dark omen of what was about to come infecting the air with a miasma of doom. The man stepped back, before clenching his teeth and stepping forward with his sword to strike at Sen, then suddenly stiffened as Sen opened his cloak and struck the man in the chest with his fingers. The man choked and coughed as Sen removed his hand, which was fitted with a claw weapon, the blades charged with profane energy. The magic disappeared as the man fell over next to his companion, before Sen readjusted the cloak and began walking quietly once again.
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Wynne watched with a set face and wide eyes, confusion over the quick manner of events evident in her eyes. It took a moment for the exact events to process in her head, and as it registered in her head what had just happened, Sen had already begun moving again. She stood still, traces of dark magic in the air. Her face screwed up slightly at the feeling of it. It was a sense that she'd come to know well, being in a family exclusively working with darker magic. It went against her own preferences, and as hard as she tried to remain impartial to all magic, she felt uneasy around it. The trip would certainly be interesting.

"Aye, seems a wee bit far, dunnit? May'e that's jus me. Is that jus me?" She looked up at him with an incredulous expression, jogging to catch up with him so they were side by side.
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"Guards would have been alerted, and we would have been discovered. It was an appropriate response," he answered quietly, giving the girl a once over, before looking back to the path as he pushed open the gate to the city, before exiting. Once they reached the border between Balefire and the wilderness, Sen stretched his hand out from under his cloak. A bit of flame from a torch rushed to his palm and flickered there, as if he were holding a torch. He focused a bit and the flame increased in size, illuminating their surroundings sufficiently. Holding the flame in the palm of his hand, he began walking into the deep, dark, silent forest, along a dirt road. He kept quiet, continuing the solitary trek onwards.

After about an hour or so, Sen leaned against a tree, pulling a satchel from under his cloak. He pulled out a flask of water, and a sandwich. He broke the sandwich in two, handing Wynne one half. "Peanut butter and jelly. Unless you're allergic."
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