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| Tsukihime Moonhaze | Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:54 pm Post #31 |
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Tsukihime finished off her stew and leaned back to look at Fehade making a "=3" face. She couldnt resist a light chuckle as she looked and heard brahms eat his foot like an animal. "thanks...dad" she hesitated on the word at first since it seemed wird, but she figured she could quickly get used to it, especialy if she could get to be around Evier. Her ears listened intensily, catching how much hatred he had for his father. "why do you hate him so much? is it because your diferent from him? *whispers* im not even your daughter and your nice to me, was he...a bad father?" She then realised she ha dbeen ofered a family, food, and clothing. She wanted to repay them at least, somehow. "if i can help you kill him...i dont mind, so just ask me ok?" Her voice was a little quivering at the idea at first, but she quickly regained her composure. |
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| Brahms | Fri Sep 12, 2008 1:33 am Post #32 |
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Brahms looked at Fehade and smiled. The fact that the tiefling is planning to kill his own father put a little spice in this evening, even the burst out of Yaksha was nothing compared to that. The half-elf finished his meal and listened to the girl. His eyes widened, even if she was hesitating something was not right....No one so young would dare to think about the killing, even simply to help for one. What was her power? Why could not she remember anything then but her name? The lycan felt like he should investigate on that."See, the death of your father sounds great! I'm in, want it or not!'' He cracked his knuckles as he smashed them together. He took as a guess that if the tiefling was not taking any more drink, he would aswell finish the bottle. So he took it and finished it, unleashing quite burp and a sigh of satisfaction. |
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| Fehade | Fri Sep 12, 2008 2:23 am Post #33 |
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"thanks...dad" He smiled slightly, then shook his head. He heard her hesitate, and he it made him smirk. "Don't worry, Tsuki, you won't have to call me that all the time, I prefer Fehade, but, when we're in public, and I'm playing Master Mraxx, pm;y then will I be known as your father. Other times... a ward, or servant." He shrugged. "why do you hate him so much? is it because your diferent from him? *whispers* im not even your daughter and your nice to me, was he...a bad father?" He laughed. "My father? Was he bad? That can be a way to put him. My father banished me from the family when I was merely sixteen, with no idea how to survive away from the demonic family. He was quite... merciless." He told the young girl. "I hate him, for what he did to me, how he ruined me. Its sort of disappointing how I'm not the favored child anymore, the one who would have claimed the families name when my time came." He said. But now, when I finish my games, the Golden's will be no more... no more names to claim, He thought, smiling to himself. "You do realize you talk to much, right, tiefling?" Rraezanon hissed softly in his head, and Fehade's smile was gone immediately. "if i can help you kill him...i dont mind, so just ask me ok?" "See, the death of your father sounds great! I'm in, want it or not!'' "Well, as wonderful as those offers are, you cannot help. Me and Rraezanon have agreed to do this ourselves. But don't worry, little Tsuki. You'll have plenty of things to kill. It'll be nice to have someone help with the jobs Mara constantly gives. Gets a little... tedious." He said, eyes narrowing again. Rraezanon wants her dead, but even though Fehade hates her, since he first tried, he could never again pull himself to try. They had been something int the past, lovers as one would say, but Fehade didn't pay attention to the past much. She was only still alive because she was strong also, and because she was helping the tiefling. He watched as the lycan drank the rest of the Firewater. He grumbled something under his breath, but decided not to say anything. Last thing Fehade need was to get drunk and not be well enough to do his job right tonight. |
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| Tsukihime Moonhaze | Fri Sep 12, 2008 4:40 pm Post #34 |
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Tsuki Listened intently on Fehades story on his father, and her face seemed disappointed when she heard she could not help him in his quest to kill his father. On the other hand, her face became bright again when he told her about the "jobs" Mara would give them, and she would be able to kill with he rnew father. Her atention then switched to Brahms, who seemed to start feeling the effects of the beverage, mainly by his insane burp. Her ears twitched twice, the first at the burp, the second...as she heard the foot steps of a small animal, what was this animal...she sniffed, trying to smell what it was but was unsure...((orange kitten ftw)) |
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| Brahms | Sat Sep 13, 2008 3:58 am Post #35 |
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((Come on Tsuki, i wanted to bring my cat for later :P)) The half-elf crossed his arms and make the chair lean, and he rocked it. He did not really cared about the history of the Fehade, not that he did not cared about the guy, just not his past. It was too complicated. A kill, that was more like it. Nothing to worry, no question about the life of the victim. Just a plain, bloody, painful death. Tough the fact that he was considering the girl as his daughter to save his identity was kind of weird. The maturity suddenly showed by Tsuki at this moment was too strange, perhaps the girl could be older then his master, even combined with the age of Brahms. He would need to investigate on that, in a way or another. His eyes widened as the tiefling refused their help."Wha-? Hey, well if you need back up, i'm there if ya need me! I won't let you go down."While rocking he suddenly felt a little something stroking his leg. With all the others his nose was kinda off guard. Startled the lycan made a backflipped in the air as the chair was going down, but quickly grabbed it and was about to smash it on what stroke itself on him. With two big yellow eyes, the kitten looked at Brahms with his ears flat on him and shaking. He seemed like an orange tiger bringing even more rage in him. The chair was smashed on the ground. Only the rubbles of the wooden chair was lying around and on the small feline. A wide grin appeared on his face. But when the cat rosed his head and meowed, the bard was astonished. Did he missed the the orange hairball? But in any case, he had attracted the whole attention. |
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| Fehade | Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:21 pm Post #36 |
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Fehade rested back in his chair again, and then closed his eyes once more. He supposed it was time to get some rest, well, not really. He glanced at his katana, but it seemed like his eyes were still closed, they were merely slits as he looked at his weapons. He decided not to speak again, but merely stay as silent as the grave. He merely smiled thinly at Brahms protest, but did not answer it. Fehade had made this decision a few days ago. He had to do it himself, if someone helped, then it would ruin all of his plans, it would mean Fehade would never be strong enough to even get revenge right. He listened to the movements of the others as he sat completely still, the only movement around him was the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed, and the long hair that hung about his his, his breath making a few strands of hair waver gently. He heard something happening at the table, of Brahms landing on the ground and grabbing the chair. He heard the meow of a kitten, but never once flinched or opened his eyes. Only when he felt the eyes of pretty much everyone in the tavern did he finally open his eyes to see what the commotion was. He looked at Brahms, then around at the occupants in the tavern, and muttered a curse under his breath in the demonic tongue. "Congratulations, Brahms, you brought everyone's attention back to us, over what? A small little pest." Fehade whispered sharply. Then slowly, the tiefling stood, lifting a hand to his mouth, stifling a yawn. He glanced to a maid, and waved her over, then spoke to her quickly, and handing her a couple gold coins. "I require two rooms for the night... and another bottle of Firewater. I fear little will be able to help me sleep tonight." He said the last part quieter. He then looked over his shoulder at his new servant. "You and Evier will share the second room. She will be back here soon. You may go rest whenever you wish, but no talking to the others in this room. No speaking to the other men, only Brahms, I'm sure he will be also kind enough to guide you to your room when you wish. But, Brahms, a small warning. Touch Tsuki and I will not hesitant to kill you." He said. His eyes held no compassion, no kindness, the look in his eyes told the truth that he really would not hesitant a second, if it came to killing the lycan. He then turned on his heel and strode toward the stairwell on one side of the room. He grabbed the bottle of Firewater at the bar as he went by. He went up the stairs two at a time, and down the hall, and into an empty room. He felt himself changing again. His skin turned to a deathly pale color, and his eyes gleamed bright blood red. His hair grew longer, til it was a little past his shoulder blades. He ran a hand through his charcoal black hair. He shifted his pwifiwi cloak around his shoulders better. He checked to make sure all his weapons were in place, his hidden punching dagger, and dagger. He then sat on the edge of the bed, and opened up a scroll from Mara, starting to read through it, the instructions and what he was to find, and kill. ((OOC: I don't want to the topic to end now, I plan to have Fehade slip out unnoticed, then shortly after get into some trouble, for more excitement and something to do, lol)) |
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| Tsukihime Moonhaze | Mon Sep 15, 2008 1:27 am Post #37 |
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Tsukihime could hear the man breath as he rested, but she knew he was not asleep. the rythm of his breathing was not that of a sleeping person. suddenly, her ears twitched as Brahms backfliped and smashed the chair on the ground, sending shards of wood everywhere. Her instincts blazing, she moved head lightly, dodging a would be fatal peice of wood if it had hit. Now that the atention was on them again, she could hear the men speak and mumble many things about them. Getting up she crossed her arms and noded towards Brahms. "you people have a problem? he is a little jumpy these days, and that cat scared him, thats all. If anyone has a problem with that, then you can go and get yourself drunk!" After this she listened to her master ask for rooms, and then noded at the mentioning of her sleeping with Evier. Being to girls, she didnt mind. She would get to know more of this lady she started to like, and also, she could ask why she had this curious aura and smell about her... |
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| Leah Curry | Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:48 pm Post #38 |
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*Leah slicks down the street with her longsword equipped to her left side and her cloak wrapped around her. She brushes a stray purple hair strand from her face as she peers around the night, trying to make sense of the colours. She had difficulty seeing dark colours which was suprising because she is training to be a Ranger. This had started when she was little and living with her family Her family. She hadn't thought of them since they kicked her out of the house. She wonders what had happened to them. Why couldn't they see that she wanted to go her own way? She hated that all her family was assassins. They lie, kill, steal and goodness knows what else they do but they get mad when Leah says she wants to live a different style. Leah pushs those thoughts away as she sniffs the air and tells that it will probably rain that night. |
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| Brahms | Tue Sep 16, 2008 1:14 am Post #39 |
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As soon as Fehade said his comment, Brahms scratched the back of his head. And once again he disappointed this one. How many time would he do that? The tiefling was one of the rare one that he respected, for what reason? It was hard to get. He was not that over-confident and would not think himself higher then the others....to a point.... Tough his eyes widened as the girl was taking his defense to get the attention away. But now it was on her. Why a girl in the middle-teens behave that way? The people in the tavern was staring at each others and most left. There was too much action here tonight. The half-elf placed his hand on Tsuki's shoulder and smiled at her." Thanks a lot i guess. You're real nice with me. I guess i should be with you too from now on ,eh?" After hearing Fehade renting two rooms nowing there would be one for the girls, he tougth the other was for the man, not only the tiefling. He stood up and was ready to follow him but there was condition. He tougth he had to babysit her. He shrugged, he did not mind. He could investigate a bit, asking questions, trying to revive her memory a way or another. He smiled at her."So, wanna go to bed yet or not? You know i'm not a bad musician so..."He had no real approach to do or anything. So why not just chat with her, it would not do any harm....Could it? |
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| Fehade | Tue Sep 16, 2008 2:53 am Post #40 |
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Fehade rolled the scroll up, and slipped it into another pocket, then checked his weapons one more time before he turned to the window, and opening it wide. He had done this often. No one downstairs would know he's gone, and he wouldn't return til most of them are too drunk to even notice him sliding through the door. When the window was open wide as it could go, he looked out, making sure no one was in sight. Then sat on the sill, legs dangling out, then he pushed himself off, falling down to the ground. He landed on his feet in a crouch, then he stood up, then stalked off towards the shadows, passing a window, but no one in the tavern could see his face, except the red eyes the glanced in then looked again again. The tiefling was soon sliding through the shadows unnoticed as he made his way towards a taller building, that looked liked it belong to a noble. He reached the back of the house, where there was door for the servants. But no lights were inside. Everyone was sleeping. Fehade smiled to himself at this little luck. He went to the door, and opened it, finding it was unlocked amazingly. He didn't get two paces into the house before something cracked hard on Fehade's head. The hit was hard, it normally wouldn't have harmed him much due to his stronger skin, but this person seemed to know and hit his head again, making the tiefling fall limply to the ground. He struggled to get up, and started chanting in the magic language. He lifted a hand at the person who had hit him, but just as the last syllables were coming off his tongue the person quickly slipped a plain looking silver bracelet on Fehade's wrist. Fehade's hand glowed darkly a moment, before he felt the magic being surpressed. His eyes widened as the bracelet seemed to tighten so hard around his wrist that the edges cut into his skin, drawing forth blood. He tried to take it off, but already knew he couldn't. He would have got up, but someone then decided to kick Fehade in the side, making the tiefling spit out curses. Someone lit a few candles, and Fehade could finally see who did this to him. They were in a somewhat large plain room. Leaning against the wall were two woman, one was a half-elf and dressed as a sorceress, the other was a tiefling like himself, and a warrior. Standing over the tiefling was a Aasimar man, who looked like a warrior also. At the doorway that led to a hall, was another man, a Drow. "Hallo, Fehade. Fancy seeing you here." The Aasimar said, grinning wickedly. "Nax." Fehade mumbled. The Aasimar, Nax, merely smiled slightly. He was about to kick Fehade again, but the Drow shook his head, and Nax stepped back, letting Fehade pick himself up, using the wall for support. "This isn't a very warm welcome is it?" "Its the best we could do since what you did to our friends. Your once friends." The Drow said, and left his post, coming towards Fehade, and grabbed his neck, pinning the tiefling to the wall. The Drow took out a dagger with his free hand and stabbed it into Fehade's side. The tiefling cried out in pain as his old friend twisted the dagger sharply. "I suppose I should be flattered then." Fehade grunted in pain again as Ferorul gave it a final jerk, then released him, letting Fehade slump against the wall again, clenching the wound the dagger left. He would have drawn one of his own weapons, but there were four, well experienced fighters here. If it was a one on one combat, Fehade would have won easily even in this state, but with all four, then it could get a little hard. Fighting would be useless, especially with his magic now useless because of the silver band around his wrist. He shook his hand slightly, drips of blood joining those from his dagger wound. "Can we kill him now? We have to be out of here before some authorities decide to check this house out." The half elf Anahtahl said almost worriedly. "Sounds good to me." Muttered the tiefling, then moved forward, pulling out a wicked looking stiletto. Nirzeseuh walked to Fehade, a smile crossing her face. "Hello again, sweetie. Hows Mara been?" She asked as she plunged the stiletto into Fehade chest. He gasped in pain and clenched the blade. He fell instantly limp to the ground, not exactly unconscious. He refused to go unconscious. Instead of trying to focus on anything else, he focused on the pain as he reached for the stiletto, and he yanked it out, refusing to let his pain show. Nirz reached down about to take the weapon, but Fehade lashed out grabbing her shoulder and stabbing the stiletto into her neck. -------------------- As all that happened, Evier returned to the tavern, a couple paper bags in hand as she weaved herself delicately through the crowded inn, back to the table where Brahms and Tsuki was. She smiled at the young girl, then looked at Brahms, then to the empty seat where Fehade had been sitting minutes before. She tilted her head slightly. "Where did he go?" The nightmare asked in her silky voice. |
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| Tsukihime Moonhaze | Thu Sep 18, 2008 11:33 pm Post #41 |
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((sorry i dont really know what to say)) Tsuki looked over at brahms and let out a looong yawn. She was quite tired, alot of things had hapened in this day and she was not used to it, so she made a small nod to brahms and asked him simply. "i am quite fatigued right now, you could sing a bit for me before i go to sleep?...and away from these people if possible" she could still feel the gaze of the people on them. |
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| Brahms | Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:47 pm Post #42 |
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Brahms stared at the girl and shrugged. "Well let's wait until Ev..."The half-elf turned around as he recognized the smell of the nightmare."Hey speaking of the devil..."With Evier's worry about his master, the lycan looked at the chair."Fehade? Well, he went to his room...I think you should go to yours, Tsuki here is a bit tired so..." He walked the stairs and turned to the two feminines members of the group. He could not really think of them as woman, one was a horse from hell and the other well....She was more then a girl and that he was sure of it."Evier put her to bed, i'll go see your husband." walking on the upper level, Brahms smelled the way Fehade went and then knocked on the door."Yo, Fehad? You in there?He waited for an answer who did not come and entered. To find the emptiness of the room."Dammit!" |
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| Fehade | Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:20 am Post #43 |
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"Fehade? Well, he went to his room...I think you should go to yours, Tsuki here is a bit tired so..." Evier nodded, then looked at the girl, and would have rested the hand on her shoulder, except for the fact that she held a bag in each. She looked at Brahms, then followed as he went towards the stairs. He turned to face them, and told her to put the girl to bed, but the nightmare didn't need to be told. She glanced at the girl Tsuki then went up the stairs behind Brahms. She made it to the door to the girls room, and opened it. She strolled in, and set the bags in a corner. She then took something out of the bags, that looked like a bundle of clothes. She turned to Tsuki, handing the fresh clothes to her. "You should change into these." She merely said. When she heard Brahms exclaimed, she went to the door to her room, and looked at Fehade's door. "Whats wrong?" -------------------- The other three in the room took action as Fehade stabbed Nirzeseuh. The female tiefling slumped to the ground, instantly dead. Naz snarled in anger, and punched Fehade in the side of his face. Anahtahl had taken a step forward, and started chanting a spell, but Ferorul rested his hand on her shoulder, making her lose her concentration. He then looked at Nax, a smile coming to his face. "Shall we make this more public?" He asked, then headed to the door out. Nax grabbed Fehade's arm, basically dragging the near unconscious tiefling. Anahtal followed behind, with a last look at Nirzeseuh. The three headed towards the streets with the tiefling. As the passed a passerby who looked confused at them, Ferorul told him to get the guards of Kellen, and quickly bring them to the center of the small town, the man ran off to fetch the guards, and the three continued. Fehade stumbled, trying to follow more easily, or try to find a way to escape, but that appeared to be impossible. They made it to the streets, people stared at Fehade. His hood had fallen off during the scuffle, his small horns poking through his long hair that draped over his shoulders. His skin still deathly pale. His eyes, burning bright red with anger, rage. Finally at the center, Nax threw Fehade to the ground, where he slumped, catching his breath in pain. He closed his eyes tight, ignoring all as best he could. He soon heard the sound of feet approaching, which he assumed were the guards. "We captured the demon known as Fehade Golden, as is ordered when one finds him. Now wheres the reward?" Ferorul said lightly. ((OOC: Eh, not the best...)) |
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