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Post by Kallen on May 30, 2015 19:01:54 GMT -5
The magic danced over her skin, bringing back sensations. Touch, scent, taste, sight. Hearing was the last to come back, the ringing in her ears finally dulling. What replaced it was the steady hum of activity. Some words she recognized, some she didn't. The magic dulled, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. She spun, but was met with only a wall behind her. This was it, she had done it. Rothkalin was behind her. A new sort of fear gripped her, twisting her stomach in knots. To be fair, the girls hadn't thought much of what she would do after she got out. The whole fact that their plan had worked was amazing. Well, mostly worked. Kallen could now only hope that Xhex was alright. She knew she was alive--death was too easy a sentence back home.
She closed her eyes, memories rushing her. The execution. The blue moon shining eerily down. She had run, but Asher had seen. Xhex fought him, Kallen flew off. She worried, but knew Xhex would be okay. She survived far worse. It wasn't until she was close to the camp that Asher had found her, knocking her from the sky. She crashed on the ground below, the trees creating a darkness around her. He had grabbed her, yanked her up and yelled. his eyes had been wild, crazed. The blue moon did that. It scared her, but she fought back, wounding him and escaping. She had almost made it safe before he caught up and gave her away. She had been captured then but the Sorcen.
She turned back and glanced down at her body. Crimson blood coated her mouth and chin. Her neck was clean, but the front of her shirt was stained with blood. Both hers and the guards woman. At the thought, she glanced at her left her. She still held the guards woman's dagger. It's opal blade reflected what little light was in the alley, showing her crimson blood with the guard's black. Staring closer, Kallen saw remnants of her tongue and the woman's heart. The dagger was serrated and had hurt like a bitch. Just the memory made her tongue hurt. well....half of her tongue. The portal had kick-started the regeneration, but talking was still going to prove difficult--if even possible. She moved the thing in her mouth, wincing. Still tender. It had all been worth it though. Wiping her arm across her mouth and chin, she managed to remove most of the blood. Nothing could be done about her shirt though. She didn't know this world's customs, but there was no way in any hell that she would parade around with only her underthings.
With a roll of her shoulders, her wings unfurled from inside her. They lay across her back, the silkiness of them as familiar to them as her skin. With a little shifting, she managed to drape them over her shoulders. Once done, she looked as if she were wrapped in a gossamer cloak. It covered her body and therefore, her bloodied shirt. After a moment of thought, Kallen wiped the blood and remains off on her shorts before stashing it in her boot where her blade once was. She grimaced. She had liked that blade. Had hoped to take it with her. Fucking Ember and her fucking camp.....fucking Aster and his fucking....everything! After only one more minute of hesitation, Kallen stepped out into the street. It seemed to be a busy time of day. Everyone was bustling around. There were lines of vendors selling their good. Everything from food to clothing to weapons and strange pieces of tech Kallen couldn't even begin to fathom. Rothkalin may look archaic, but their technology was advanced and hidden well. She moved through the street, stepping around creatures of all kinds. There were some that looked humanoid, some reptilian like the lower class of Netherlings--minus the horns, some robotic, and so much more. She was glad for the blade at her thigh.
"You there miss!"
She turned, realizing that the voice was speaking to her. A woman...ish... frog creature stood behind a stall. She was draped in cloth and can up to maybe Kallen's hip. Jewelry and clothing was hung artfully on and around her stall and she was smiling in a way that repulsed Kallen. She smiled wider and leaned forward.
"You look like a woman used to finer things in life. And from that beautiful cloak I can see you have money. I think I have things that will suit a lady like you perrrfectly," she croaked out. Kallen paid her little mind, sending her a dark look and turning away. The woman let out a croak and sank in her seat afraid. In Rothkalin, Kallen was thought almost tame by her peers. But here? Her eyes radiated death and chaos. Here, she was anything but tame. She continued on, pointedly ignoring the vendors that tried to call out her her. While she walked through the crowd, dodging the busy throng, her eyes constantly scanned. Threats, supplies, and anything that could come to her advantage was assessed. At one stall selling bags, the vendor and a client were arguing loudly. She slipped past, her hand reaching out and taking a black leather shoulder bag from the edge. She parted her wings far enough to slip it on before closing them again. She did this to a few other stalls. Food from here and there was swiped, anything she recognized or thought she could eat. The vendors were none the wiser. Her side jobs on Rothkalin had taught her many things. Taking things without being noticed? Child's play. What she didn't initially notice was the growing upset in the crowd some leagues behind her. Things were disappearing and the vendors, far between each other, didn't know what had happened or who took them. But unluckily for them, Kallen was too far away by the time they noticed for them to do or say anything.
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Post by Lord Zasham on May 31, 2015 1:43:37 GMT -5
He picked up a frame off the shelf. The vendor of the small shop walked over immediately; a shark smelling blood in the water. “Would you like this my friend, I give you good deal yes?” the vendor was as fat as he was greasy. His shop, a loose term given to an establishment which was open in the front and closed off on all others by mere cloth, was new. The man knew it, but then again he knew of all the comings and goings of Alpha Prime, the rises and falls. Then something dawned upon the sleazy merchant, gleamed from the looks that this potential customer was getting from others nearby.
“Oh my, Lord Zasham, please forgive me, I was a fool not to recognize you,” he breathed through his thick jowls, as he fiddled with his hands. As if he was rinsing his hands under invisible water. A nervous habit. The sharp dressed man was deep in thought and thus did not hear the foolish shopkeeper. When he had seen the frame sitting there as he passed by, it had struck something within him. He thought of his mother, how she would love it. He could see her favorite picture in it too, the last one of the family on Earth before we went to Alpha Prime. Before she had gotten sick, necessitating the travel. Before his father was murdered in these streets.
But it was not his mother, not his father; they were Willie’s. But Watson was dead, he died the same day Zasham was born. His personality may have retained majority control of the body but he was not the same. That was confirmed when Ninjin told the apparent human he had met the real Willie Watson in heaven. What remained was just a shadow. The shapeshifted majin often had these moments, when he had to remember he was none of these people. He was not Willie Watson, not Grandmaster Masamune, not Cardinal Erlik or Lieutenant Tycho. Not even Wrath of Prometheus Zex. And yet he was.
“No, just reminded me someone,” Lord Zasham finally replied with a level tone, placing the frame back on the shelf gently. The alien only seemed pleased that the new ruler of Alpha Prime was not angered by his ignorance. “Carry on, Salazar,” he added without looking at the creature before turning and walking back toward the center of the street. The slug was speechless, amazed that the Lord knew his name, then fearful as he could not decipher whether that was good or bad. Standing there he simply stood, watching as people made their way about. It had been part of his plan, taking to the streets so everyone could see the new Lord of Alpha Prime. It was a statement to the four main gangs on the hollowed out asteroid, and everyone else by proxy. He needed peace to hold a little longer if his plan was to meet fruition as he planned. Plus, there as little else to do with Monarch Heights being rebuilt; to his exact specifications.
It was then he felt something, something strange. Something he would have otherwise recognized if he had not been taken by stolen memories; a new ki signature, quite a bit more powerful than others around. His advanced senses tracked the power as it made its way down the street, in his direction. A glimpse was caught here and there but for the most part the being was camouflaged by the throng. In the direction she came he heard whispers of commotion echoing far down the long street. Initializing the war mask internal heads up display he zoomed in on the commotion. It was noted by its general confusion. Zasham was intrigued.
He began to walk, the three dimensional scanning function of his internalized war mask allowing him to track her without looking. Subtle adjustments using these scans allowed him to step in front of her just as he was about to make her was past him. “Hello there,” he said nonchalantly as he tucked a few loose strands of hair behind his ear. Using the masterful scan he was even able to see solid objects. While this allowed him to see straight through walls and buildings, toned down it was easily able to stealthily pierce the veil of her cloak. "Are you lost? I know this place inside and out, if you need help getting somewhere,” Lord Zasham said with a genuine smile. Something Watson and Masamune had plenty to absorb; genuineness.
The items beneath her cloak where as visible to him as the short horns poking meekly out of her elegant auburn hair, but he said nothing. He cared not what she had or how she acquired it. The Lord of Alpha Prime, an apparent human adorned in a fine black suit, was far more intrigued by this curious woman, seemingly another stranger in the crowd. Yet she did not match the records of anyone who had arrived on the space station. His wireless connection to Prime’s network insured him up to date intel on anyone who stepped foot on Alpha. After all, the only entrance was the space port. Her soft, delicate features were a true mystery to him. Facial recognition did not match anyone arriving via the well monitored port. Needless to say the technarcana was quite curious, though such was hidden by a welcoming smile.
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Post by Kallen on Jun 1, 2015 21:20:29 GMT -5
As she moved through the crowd, Kallen let her gaze wander. The land here was so different. Rothkalin might have been a horrible world to live it, but it was beautiful. Here, the buildings were crowded together so close, almost to a suffocating degree. Technology was displayed everywhere, it's inner workings indecently exposed. From what she could tell so far, the only greenery she could see was crushed herbs that vendors sold. It made her heart ache for a moment as she realized what she had lost in coming here. No longer would her hands trail over the castle walls, following the intricate designs of the stonework. She wouldn't fly over the dark forest, dancing over the trees and hiding within the maze of massive vines. She glanced up momentarily. Above the buildings, she could just make out the sky shrouded in smog. Kallen sighed and closed her eyes. No, she had to remember why she came. The memory of screams filled her ears, the touch of unwanted hands, the pain she had often endured physically and mentally. It was worth it. No matter what she may have lost, nothing could compare to what she had.
She made her way with more purpose through the street. Once she got clear of this area, she could think. For now, she felt on too high alert. The portal had left her feeling odd still and she had never used her wings like this in such a heavily populated area. They were very sensitive. Everyone pushing and bumping against her sent new fizzles through her skin. She was starting to become claustrophobic and needed a way out. Any longer and she might just open her wings and propel herself into the skies above. She was really giving it some though, her wings itching to fly when a man stepped in her path. Kallen stopped quickly, only her quick reflexes keeping her from bumping into him.
"Hello there," the man said, all bright smiles. Kallen blinked. Was this another sales person? She frowned, having had quite enough of them. She felt odd, exposed at his gaze. Soundlessly, her hand moved beneath her wings to grasp the handle of the knife. She'd hate to kill someone so soon, but she would if need be. He continued to smile, even going so far as to ask if she were lost. The more he spoke, the less he seemed like a vendor. Trailing her eyes over him, she noticed to fine cut of his suit and the quality of the fabric. No, he was no vendor, and nothing seemed to be ominous about him. And yet, she didn't relax her guard. He was still smiling at her. It was a smile of gentleness and welcome. Of friendliness and comfort.
Kallen didn't trust him one bit.
Her fingers wrapped around the hit of the knife, drawing it up slightly. That was one of the wonderful things about her wings--in her opinion. Though they reflected the light, they hid her perfectly. As far as she knew, the made had no idea what she held under her wing/cloak. Realizing she had been staring at him a little too long, she tried to speak. She opened her mouth and made an attempt, temporarily forgetting the state of her tongue. Nothing but a small sound came out. Gritting her teeth in annoyance, she shook her head. If the man was looking closely, he might have seen the two tiny fangs in her mouth as well as the blood that still coated them. Kallen could only wish that her tongue healed soon, because talking was going to be harder than she thought. She reached up with her free hand, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes as well and studying the man. Kallen realized she had no way to tell the power of these people. He looked so very human, which meant he had power back home. There were no marks to show his class, no wings or horns to show his bloodline. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And that fact scared her more than anything.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 2, 2015 19:10:59 GMT -5
The beautiful newcomer did not seem too happy to be stopped by the Lord of Alpha Prime. Nor did she seem to recognize his status, which made Zasham happy. Anonymity was not something he saw much of anymore. There was a need for everyone to see the new face of Alpha Prime; to fear it. Else the many crime lords may once more bring chaos to the space station. He could not have that, not yet, not when everything was so close to coming together. Most of all, she did not seem happy by the huddled masses, though once people realized she was standing with their ruler, they made quite the effort to give the two a wide birth.
He saw her grip the knife beneath her cloak, or at least that was what appeared to be a cloak. Under closer observation, it did not look like any material he had ever seen; yet another mystery, in turn causing his curiosity to only grow. The dagger did not concern him, as he could not die by conventional means, so much like the stolen items, he ignored them. Feigned the same ignorance anyone who could not see through solid objects would have. Zasham did not wish to startle her, or engage her in combat, less she was an assassin. It was not like he made many friends by taking over a space station riddled with the universe’s fiercest criminals. Though even if she was an assassin, he was still intrigued by her and probably would not harm her. It was better for all to see such an attempt as fruitless. He was no ordinary man and he would die no ordinary death.
When she did finally speak he found little more than an attempt, as her tongue seemed irreparably damaged. Though he almost did not notice it when his eyes saw the bloody fangs in her mouth; is she an Iblisian? he thought to himself, remembering the vampiric race Ninjin now ruled along with the icejin. “Are you alright? Do you require medical attention?” he replied in earnest; his mounting curiosity would never be met if she could never speak, or bled out from her possible wounds. He watched her swipe the hair from her eyes; what a visage this creature is, he remarked internally. Yet her beauty was second, or perhaps third, to his thirst for knowledge. Not to mention he was majin, and not driven by the same things most men were. He found it kept his head quite clear in such situations.
She just stared at him with those hauntingly wondrous eyes; a darkness just beneath the surface. It brought him great dismay to think he could not converse with this interesting stranger. Searching his mind for some sort of remedy, besides some foolish introduction of pen and paper, he found it within none other than the mind of Prometheus Zex. Cursing himself for not remembering it immediately, he recalled Zex previously referring to William with telepathy. Or rather the being who believed himself to be Watson at the time. Regardless of semantics he glimpsed into the mind of his predecessor and found his memories of the technique. It was strange, indeed, speaking to someone without physically speaking. It had had a chilling effect when Prometheus had used it on Will, though in retrospect that was probably the point.
It was all about forming a connection with another’s brain waves, liking creating a road between two empires. Thoughts could travel these roadways to the mind of the other at the opposite end of the link, allowing for silent conversations which could span great distances. Prometheus’ mastery of it in life made it all the easier for Zasham to reap it in death. Manipulating his ki to form an invisible neural bridge with the woman before him, he attempted to communicate. “Are you alright?” Zasham spoke, though his lips did not move, and no other beside her could hear. After a moment he added “Apologies for the intrusion but I did not want you worsening your injury,” realizing some may find it a bit offensive to speak directly to their mind. Then he waited, his smile still present, as he waiting for some physical, or mental, cue that she had received his telepathic message.
Technique leared;
Telepathy - The user is able to form a psionic communication line with another being, essentially rendering them capable of having comprehensible conversations with others using their minds. The user is able to open up channels of communications with others who may be incapable of physical speech or communicate if unable to physically speak.
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Post by Kallen on Jun 3, 2015 20:06:38 GMT -5
The man was not the only one thankful for animosity. It was nice not to have someone recognize her. There was no awkward bowing. No looks of disgust or amusement. Though Kallen didn't trust this man's sweet smile, it was better than disgust. Kallen was only a half-blood Netherling; the only one. Halflings were a stain on their kind and were put to death with their sires immediately. Her father, Derrin, was put to death instantly. It was amazing that she had been allowed to live. The fact that she had survived this long was no small feat. It was clear in his change of attitude when he noticed her missing tongue. Well, half of her tongue at least. She frowned and shook her head when he asked about medical attention. Her tongue would be back in a matter of no time and was hardly worth the effort. In a couple hours, she was sure she'd be talking again. That was one great thing about Netherlings. Regeneration had it's definite advantages. And since the portal did most of the work, Kallen doubted there'd even be a scar. Nothing to show off, but she wouldn't be sharing this story anytime soon. Dimly, Kallen was aware of the masses parting around them. No longer did she feel the brush of people against her wings. With a quick look, she noticed that all of them glanced at the man before her before hurrying away. Who was he?
Her eyes went wide as she heard his voice in her head. Startled, she took a step back. Was she just imaging things or did that really just happen? He spoke again, confirming it. Telepathy. Here was a being who could use such a power. Honestly, it startled her. On Rothkalin, anyone who showed an apt for it was killed immediately. Her grandfather was a cautious man after all. Because of this, she had no training to repel something like this. She straightened, composing herself once more.After a moment, she tried to form and send a thought back. "Um, yes. I'm fine. Nothing permanently damaged." She hoped it got through. And that he could only send and receive thoughts. There was no way in hell she wanted him snooping through her thoughts. Or her memories. Her story would come with time. She kept her hand gripped on the dagger, her wings fluttering slightly at the thought of him in her mind. To any other's eyes, it would simply look like her cloak stirred from a wind made just for her.
Kallen took a step forward, remaining her earlier position. "My name is Kallen. And you are?" She asked. Thought. Thought asked. Gods she hoped she was doing this right. If not, she was sure she looked like some very odd girl, simply staring at him. What made it even worse was that unbeknownst to her, she was making a bit of a face when she thought to him. Her brows would furrow slightly, her mouth would tilt down a bit, and her eyes were narrow in concentration. To passers by, they must look quite silly. Her making these faces and the man staring at him. Kallen continued, glancing around. "While you're at it, would you mind telling me where exactly this place is? I'm not lost, I just...don;t know where I...am..." It was embarrassing to say the least, but true. And she really did need to know where it was she ended up. For all she knew, it could still be Rothkalin, simply another part of it she hadn't explored. If that was the case, this was going to be disastrous. She really should have thought of a different name. Maybe Marianne. That seems like a simple, sweet name. Not threatening or recognizable at all. Wait, can he hear this? God I hope not. I should stop thinking. Is that even possible though. Shit, Kal. Stop it. Stop.
Sheathing her dagger, Kallen crossed her arms. It was there if she needed it, and she had no idea what the custom of this place was. She really, really didn't think this through. If Xhex were here right now, she would have pointed out the hundreds of different ways she could have died or been killed. Or worse, recognized. Kallen took a moment to worry for her friend. She hoped she was okay. Why didn't Xhex come with her? Was this world simply too frightening for the girl as she claimed. Kallen was doubtful at that. After all, she hadn't seen Xhex show fear at all. Not a chance this would do her in. Before she realized it, Kallen was thinking again. Mentally cursing--who knows if he heard that--she tried to stop again. But for a girl who was constantly in her own mind, it wasn't easy.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 3, 2015 23:04:08 GMT -5
Strange, that she did not need medical attention, given the injury of her tongue. He presumed she was just too stubborn for it, not wanting the help of another. Or perhaps she still questioned his true intentions, evident by her hand’s continued grip upon the dagger beneath her strange cloak. Zasham prided himself on being able to read people, knowing their desires and furthermore the reasons for such. But she was a blank slate to him, a pile of contradictions leading in no particular direction. All his preconceptions were based on the people he had come across in his nine months. Earth, New Namek, Beta Major, New Vegeta, Belegost, and especially Alpha Prime, were all hotbeds of activity. One could learn much from observing their inhabitants. But she was different; it was as if she was from an entirely different world, or dimension. He was unprepared, left playing Go Fish with a deck of Uno cards, thus leaving him entirely unable to read her. Thankfully, he was already smiling, so there was no need to hide the joy this brought him. Finding someone truly unique was an invigorating prospect.
When she heard his voice she stepped back, surprised, which certainly did not surprise him. As William Watson he had nearly tripped over furniture when he had heard Prometheus Zex’s malevolent voice pierce his cloud of thoughts. It was quite the disturbing thought, having someone interject messages directly into your brain. Her reaction made him thankful he had followed up his initial telepathic statement with such courtesies to ease her worries. A moment later she was once more composed, replying to him with a measure of hesitance he could sense even without the inflection of her voice. Then her cloak rustled gently, as if stirred by wind, truly a strange concept on a space station which had none. Perhaps it had something to do with the strange material the attire was comprised of? Oh, how Zasham loved puzzles.
Then she retook her earlier position before posing a question of her own, uncertainty still present in her forwarded thought. It was then he noticed an unusual expression on her face, which seemed to coincide with her mental messages. Almost like a face a child might make when concentrating hard. It was thoroughly adorable, and immediately made him think of his little sister, which in turn made him chuckle. Not my sister, William’s sister, he had to remind himself. Lucky, for the both of them the only thoughts which were transferred were ones designated by them. Stray thoughts did not make the passage, though if he could hear her thoughts he would undoubtedly find them delightfully charming. Prometheus Zex could gleam thoughts from others, but even that was extremely limited and something Zasham was yet unable to perform.
“Pleasure to meet you Kallen, I am Zasham,” he skipped out the ‘Lord’ part for now. He felt there could be a greater level of honesty between the two if titles were not involved. They changed how people spoke to you, acted around you, even thought of you. The apparent human did not want alter her perception of him. Just speaking those three words though, he could feel an echo of the demon deep within him, repeating like a mantra. After all, it was the first three words it had ever spoken that day in the lab when it escaped. “And I am sure you are not, you do not look like the type to get lost easily. Perhaps just… Misplaced?” she would hear, as he just stood there, hands folded behind his back, a grin still tugging at the corners of his mouth. While he was serious in his assumption of her astute awareness, it had dual meaning as a playful jest as well, given her peculiar declaration.
“As for where this place is…” with concentration he would push an image into her head, one he had seen many times as he listed through space, in deep thought. A beautiful mental picture of the hollowed asteroid duo of Alpha Prime and Beta Major, tightly grouped together as they traveled around the wasteland planet of Belegost as a collective. “We are in the Omega System, on the space station Alpha Prime which now orbits Belegost,” he stated, a certain pride audible when he mentioned his particular kingdom. It was then Zasham noticed she had sheathed her dagger, which made him a little happier. He took it as a sign that she was not put off by his mental intrusion, and perhaps that she was beginning to trust him, even the teensiest bit.
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Post by Kallen on Jun 11, 2015 1:06:08 GMT -5
From his reaction, Kallen assumed that he had not in fact heard her stray musings. That was good. Kallen had no idea what she would have done in that situation. What she could have given away with a single stray thought. His voice came again, a name this time. "Zasham..." she thought back, tasting the word in her mind. It was not the most unusual name she'd ever heard, but not one from Rothkalin. That was promising, right? It must mean that it was unique to this world. He interrupted her thoughts as he responded to her. Misplaced. Yes, that was a good word for it. Honestly, Kallen wasn't sure where her place truly was. Not with her family. No, she had always been an outsider there. A tolerated mistake. Not with Aster. Even the thought made her skin crawl and her stomach knot. No, definitely not with him. For a little bit, Kallen thought her place might be working along side Xhex. Unfortunately, her crew had made it very clear what they thought of her. Trouble. A royal slumming it--playing real world. Rothkalin wasn't her home, wasn't her place. What about here though? Could this be it? Her home? Her place in this life? This world seemed crowded, but without the fear coating the air. It was nice, but she felt out of place still. Was this the curse of her birth? Allowed to live, but never truly belonging. Before she could formulate a reply, he continued to speak. Well, think-speak as she would now be calling it. Suddenly, it wasn't words in her head, but a picture. An asteroid in space. These cities nothing more than metal worlds pushed together and clinging to this rock. What he thought of as beautiful was only terrifying to her. The names of this place moved over her head, the ringing in her ears drowning out everything else. She felt her stomach drop. Vertigo over took her as the world spun. She became dizzy, the world unsteady under her. Without a noise, she dropped to her knees on the ground. She closed her eyes, willing it to stop spinning. Xhex was right. The rumors were right. A world completely unlike the one she knew. Not just the people, not just the landscape and lack of magic. But the very world she stood on. Kallen had come here to escape one cage, but had she jumped ignorantly into another? The homesickness she felt before turned into a sour yearning. Here there were no forests, no trees large enough to touch the heavens. Oceans didn't stretch onto the edge of the world. No wildlife grew. It was all artificial. Made to look beautiful and be pleasing. Nothing was truly real here. Her wings drew in closer, their soft skin no longer comforting. Could she fly here? How far could she go? How high? She opened her eyes, trying to will her hands to stop shaking. It is better than home. Remember that Kal. Anything is better than home!
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 14, 2015 23:35:07 GMT -5
The Lord of Alpha Prime heard her repeat his name mentally, saw the look of deep thought upon her face. She was a fascinating specimen for sure, something to be said considering that the space station was a galactic melting pot. He wondered who she was, what lands she hailed from, what strange powers she may possess. Zasham had seen many strange abilities in his time, and had a few himself. Curiosity was driven by a thirst for unknown information, for knowledge, and he was unquenchable. However it was clear that what he was mentally communicating her was causing her anguish.
However something was wrong, he could sense it in their mental link even as he was seeing the expressions play upon her features. It troubled him greatly that she would be in such discomfort, and he wished to help her though he knew not how. Nor why he cared so much for the stranger before him for that matter. Then at the tail spin of a dizzy spell she dropped to her knees, though before she could even come to rest at her new position he was knelt beside her, a hand upon each shoulder. “Are you alright?” he said, forgetting their telepathic link in his worry. A moment later he would remember though, following up with, “I apologize if I upset you in anyway, it was never my intent.”
Now many were looking to them, whether because of her sudden drop or because the ruler of the land upon which they walked fell to a knee to help some women of little enough importance that they could not recognize her. Strangely enough, that was how most gauged another’s worth. If one could not recognize you then clearly you are not worth recognizing. While most continued on their way, many slowed, a stray eye upon them, while some took to busying themselves with nothing so they could continue to spectate in apparent ignorance. A few, though not in the immediate vicinity, simply stood and stared.
Zasham saw none of them, nor cared for their opinions on the matter. He was entirely focused upon the ailing woman upon whose shoulders his hands rested gently, comfortingly. Yet he could not understand what had happened. The beauty of the Omega system had coincided with great unrest in the horned lady. It did not cross him that she could see something different than he. The light in which he viewed his kingdom was tainted as much as any who look upon their home. Artificial an unnatural were real to him, as he was little different. Majins were created of magic by powerful sorcerers while as a technarcana he had been experimented on and infected. He was by all definitions unnatural. Artificial.
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Post by Kallen on Jul 21, 2015 22:49:22 GMT -5
She didn't even feel his hands upon her at first, too busy trying to get the world to stop spinning under her. She tried to control her breathing. Deep in , release, deep in, release. Unconsciously, her wings shuddered lightly as he touched them. Being a more private person, and her wings sensitive, it was unusual for them to be fully touched by another. The feeling spread down the veins and through her body. It grounded her and she felt the weight of his hands upon her shoulders. She opened her eyes halfway, gave on the ground below them. The concrete felt real, felt like the streets of her home. But it wasn't. She was in a metal city, carved out into a rock that floated around in space. Vaguely, Kallen could feel people staring at them. Could feel them gawking, could hear the whispers. Squeezing her eyes shut tight, her wings flew up and encircled her as well as Zasham, cocooning them in. It blocked their view from the passerby's and most likely knocked his hands from her shoulders. Her breathing slowed and she visibly relaxed. She had always found comfort in her wings--either flying or them being wrapped around her like this. Light reflected through them from the city, casting blues, greens, and purple hues across their skin. Slowly, her eyes opened and the two teal orbs gazed up at him through dark lashes.
"Um, sorry about that..." she sent to him. With another deep breath, a small smile played across her lips. Little blood remained on her teeth, and her two small fangs showed. Her mouth remained closed, hiding the half of her tongue that had already grown back. "I've, um, never seen a place like this before. Have never even heard of it. Never imagined. When Xhex told me this world would be different I-" Kallen caught herself, aware that she had started to ramble. She cleared her throat, wincing a little at the pain from her tongue. She glanced down, wincing a little. Out of the dark alley, Kallen could see what her state really was, and it wasn't pretty. Red and black dried blood coated her clothing. Her shirt was a bit ripper, so were her pants. The top of the dagger stuck out from her boot and her arms and shoulders were covered in scratches and bruises. She looked like she had been in two fights, had killed someone, and fell from the sky. All which happened, but she usually didn't look this bad. Almost self-consciously, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and adjusted herself. She was a bit loath to retract her wings and bring in the outside world, but she did. Slowly, her wings unfurled from around the two, folding back over her like a cloak. Now that it had been revealed to be her wings, Kallen was sure that the cloak look was ruined. Gingerly, she picked herself up, holding out a hand to help him rise.
Embarrassed about her little break down, she sighed deeply and straightened her back, lifting her chin. Standing there confidently, she looked like the Princess she was. "I'm sorry, but thank you for that. And for telling me where I am." With another sigh, she glanced around at everyone who was now opening gaping at the duo. "I'm sure you have questions for me too. Maybe we could move this somewhere more...private though?" she asked him. She turned that teal gaze back to him, quirking a brow. Kallen was a private person, and they had already made quite the scene. She was thankful to this man, and would answer a few questions, and ask some of her own. If she answered truthfully, or at all, would depend on the questions he asked. But with all these eyes staring at them, she wanted nothing more than to bare her fangs and growl. But, first impressions had already not been too generous to her. She would save the terrorizing of the locals to later.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 26, 2015 10:18:11 GMT -5
For a few moments it was as if she was separate from the rest of reality, taking no note of his presence besides the strange reaction of her cloak to his touch. It felt like no fabric he had ever felt; it felt almost alive. However his curiosity was temporarily overpowered by worry for the distressed woman, who was breathing heavily. He could not explain his fascination with her truthfully, only that he felt the need to aide her. It was the same feeling he had gotten from Azazel when they first met at the Galactic Tournament and Ninjin on the streets of Alpha Prime, when he helped the former find her sister and latter find his son. It was like a chemical reaction at a molecular level, something unseen yet profound.
Then her eyes half opened to a look of concern etched on the apparent human knelt before her. Pupils darted form side to side though and then Zasham too became aware of the onlookers, which he had forgotten in his worry. Undoubtedly it was no small thing that the Lord of Alpha Prime was knelt before what they perceived as a commoner. Of course he cared little for what they thought of the situation, but Kallen was another story, as she was already stretched thin by what the Lord had showed her. Grief momentarily took him as she squeezed her eyes shut once more but was quickly usurped by surprise as the cloak leapt from her lithe frame, knocking his hands off her shoulder in the process. The former garb expanded into majestic wings, as his eyes widened.
They then enveloped the two, escaping the stares which only became more prevalent given that their ruler was now obscured by the appendages. His curiosity surged forward once more but he beat it back as he saw her breathing normalize and the tension leave her face. As her lids lifted, slowed as if by her lashes, vibrant orbs pierced the relative darkness of their two person cocoon, looking up into his own eyes and seemingly further. Her otherworldly beauty seemed to be choking up the boy within his mind; William Watson never so good around attractive women. However Grandmaster Masamune, yet another resident, felt a fond familiarity with her. She reminded Kosho of his dear departed wife, which made his heart happy and heavy at the same time.
The blood speckled fangs did little to hamper his collective feelings toward her, if anything it struck a chord with the real Zasham, the monstrous majin within him. Fangs, horns and wings seemed to appease his own demonic nature. Her smiled only seemed more radiant when accentuated by the colors which danced upon their faces through the translucent wings which hugged their bodies. He only smiled as she continued on, silently, finding no quarry with what she perceived to be rambling. For some reason he wanted to know all about her, his fascination past its peak. She seemed to be one of the most interesting individuals he had yet met. When she cast her eyes down he followed her gaze, for the first time seeing her true condition with her wings removed from her body.
She was in rough shape he noted as he looked her over, concern apparent in his features. As her wings retreated, and the rest of the world surrounded them once more he felt a pang of sadness, though he could not say from where it originated. He only smiled when temporary roles were reversed and she offered him a hand to bring him from his knees, to which he accepted with a nod. Her touch was warm yet cold all at once to him, her delicate hands hiding a formidable strength within. Once on their feet she straightened up under the gaze of the onlookers, which had multiplied from moments ago. Confident and strong once more, as she had been but moments ago, she apologized once more, which Zasham immediately waved off.
“I accept no apology for one is not needed,” he stated mentally as a reassuring smile tugged again at his lips to match her own. “To an outsider, Alpha Prime is indeed a unique and strange place,” he followed up, as if to explain away her actions in order to comfort her. Then she sighed as she saw that their audience had grown, asking for privacy. “I only wish to better understand your predicament so I may best aid you,” he answered to her mentioning of questions, though this was a lie. Well, a partial truth actually. That was indeed true, but he felt he could ask her questions for days, as he wished to understand her in her entirety; who she was, what she was, where she came from… But these could wait. She no doubt already felt like a spectacle.
To raised brow and encapsulating gaze he smiled, his eyes squinting in the process. “As for privacy, I have a place in mind,” he would say as they would both simultaneously lift off the ground and start ascending into the air. Though she could undoubtedly fly, he did not think she would want any more attention to be drawn to her, as she seemed like a private person. While it was quite normal for people to fly these days, wings were rather out of the ordinary. A realization which seem oxymoronic if one thought about it. She would feel lighter as he warped their gravitational fields to lift them high into the sky, far from intrusive eyes. At first it would give you a strange feeling, as your insides felt unsure by the gravitational adjustment, this he knew from experience.
He kept his eyes on hers, and did not relinquish his slight smile, hoping it would comfort her as she underwent the strange sensations of the surrounding gravitons being manipulated. Once high above the city below, the people now ants to them, they would turn and begin flying side by side toward what had once been Monarch Heights; Alpha Prime’s seat of power. Once they were on their way, and alone, he would look to his side at her, “Forgive my prying eyes but I noticed you looked hurt. Are you sure you are alright?" Though he had asked before if she was okay, seeing her state beneath the cloak of wings forced him to ask once more, hoping that perhaps she felt comfortable enough now to answer truthfully.
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Post by Kallen on Aug 4, 2015 21:37:58 GMT -5
The stares of the crowd bore into her back like swords, red hot and sharp. Her hand twitched toward the blade, but she pressed her lips together and ignored then. The effects of the day were wearing on her. Multiple fights, escape, captures and dismemberment would do that to a girl. She was about to follow Zasham when suddenly, she started lifting off the ground. Now, a a winged being, this was not unnatural. No, it was the fact that her wings were still curled around her and she rose without action on her part that startled her. Her stomach stopped and her eyes went wide. Wings flaring and fluttering, she tried to grip what was happening. Her tired brain had made her more sluggish. With whale eyes, she turned her gaze back to Zasham as they rose higher and higher. She found his gaze immediately locked with her's, that same smile on his face. She could only guess that it he believed it comforting. To others, it might, but the darkness she could sense underneath ruined that illusion. How odd though, for she couldn't help but realize that was the reason she was at ease around him. Not the smiles or the kind words. Not the curiosity or the sense of control, but that darkness. "Like calls to like..." she thought absentmindedly. How was she to know that simply thinking of him would create think-speak. She glanced away, eyes going to the city below her.
As they leveled out, her fluttering wings spread on reflex. Even though he controlled this flight, it put her more at ease to give her this illusion. Her wings caught the glow of the city on the underside, and the light from the stars above. It put her at ease, flying. The sense of sickness had left her, letting her rest comfortably in his power. She was tempted to let her eyes close, to relax her body, but fear of him dropping her and need to see her new home kept them open. She sighed, eyes tracing the city below her. Just as mechanical up here as it had been down there. She couldn't make out specifics about the inhabitants, them being up so high. She saw the buildings improve in quality as they flew, becoming more and more elaborate. She wondered where he was taking her. Maybe to his home or business? With his suit and neatly groomed appearance, it was easy to tell that he had money. Perhaps even power. She allowed a humorless smile to come to her lips. Powerful people often had that darkness. Maybe that was he reason for it. She glanced over at him, just in time to catch his gaze on her. At his question, a reiteration from earlier, she turned her gaze away. Well, she might as well tell him. He was going to find out sooner rather than later.
"My....escape here was not without risk. Or sacrifice," she responded. With a sigh, she turned and opened her mouth. The soft lights were enough to catch the inside of her moth and expose her brutalized mouth, the state of her healing tongue enough to make anyone wince. She turned back away, staring down at the city. "It will heal though. The magic from my entry here taking care of the worst of it. Give it a week and I'll be fine and back to normal. As for the blood on me, well..." Kallen grinned darkly. The city lights caught her eyes, turning the teal spheres almost completely red like a cats before she continued, "It's not ALL mine."
After that, she was silent, lost in her own thoughts. That battle had taken so much from her, more than just her tongue. Xhex and her had started chaos in the castle, pitted father against son. As she found from her escape over the forest, one had won over the other. One that she dreaded and who had too quickly figured out that she was the creature to blame. Kallen must have been betrayed, for there was no other way Asher could have found her. Just at the memory, her wings throbbed where only hours ago, an arrow had pierced it's gossamer veins. It had long since healed, no scratch visible. Though she knew that if one looked closely, a small scar would be seen. Her bones still ached from that fall, so high up she had been above the giant trees. It was a miracle she had not died on that ground. Her bones had vibrated in her body as she landed, pain making her black out momentarily, her head ringing so loud she hadn't even heard him land behind her. He had been covered in his father's blood as he pulled her from the ground and a crazed look had been in his eyes. It had only grown crazier as she ran, as he was captured and forced to watch her tongue cut from her mouth. Her last look of Rothkalina had been his eyes before she escaped. his vows to find her, to drag her back echoing in her ears. his roar had echoed in the alley even after the portal closed. Kallen shut her eyes, shaking the no doubt haunted look from her face before she turned her gaze to the man beside her.
"Where are we going?"
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 2, 2015 22:53:32 GMT -5
For a moment he did not think he would be able to stifle the laugh when he saw her eyes as her gravity was altered, yet he did, the restraint shown only by a brief widening of his gentle smile. He normally did not smile this much, not with earnest, nor did ever laugh, not for months. Not since he had last control on the surface of Earth’s moon, not since the real Zasham escaped briefly. It had cost him two dear friends and the finest masters he had ever trained under; the Master of Blades and Mistress of Daggers. Though what remained within him of Kosho did not blame him for the monster within, he could not do the same.
Thinking of his fallen masters sullied his lighthearted aura momentarily, until he heard a strange thought escape her mind, one he estimated was accidental given how her gaze quickly snapped to the sprawling mechanical metropolis below. He had never known another like him, being a technarcana left him adrift in spiritual isolation. To even know another majin he had to inadvertently create one. Even then Zelba loved only fighting and women, a role Zasham did not like to always play. Was she like him? Would it be a good thing even if she was? He was a magical demon born for destruction and domination; what would that make her? And yet… It had no effect on how he felt about her. It seemed she could be an evil tyrant and he would not think any less of her. How strange, he thought of himself.
When her wings unfurled, his inquiring mind took over, as he effortlessly adjusted his gravity to move slowly around her, mumbling mental notes about the elegant wings with a genuine smile as he looked them over. They were marvelous and something he had not quite seen, despite his experiments and studies. Even the only blemish he saw in a curious scar only added more character than it took away. After circling back to his original place he remembered himself and embarrassment overtook him. “Sorry for my intrusiveness,” he thought to her, his face blushing ever so slightly from his thoughtlessness. Sometimes he could not control his body’s hunger, it’s desire for knowledge proved to be overwhelming at times. It was her turn to look away once more though when he asked of her condition, perhaps contemplating something.
The winged beauty revealed a little more about her recent past, though he never expected her to say much more. She was as guarded as he was, as he too gave little away at a time. He believed knowledge was distributed as it was earned; perhaps she felt similarly. Turning to him briefly to display the condition of her tongue, her eyes quickly collapsed back upon the city below, though not before the sight made Zasham cringe slightly. After all, he was not used to persistent pain, his body quickly recovering from nearly any wound. What she said last, coupled with the haunting smirk, truly surprised him however. “It’s not ALL mine,” she would say, backed by a piercing crimson gaze, one which found its reflection in his own eyes as they momentarily flashed their true red and black in response. “It is good to hear that those who harmed you paid for it,” he thought to her as he emitted a gentle chuckle. Perhaps they were alike after all?
Wary from her travels, she then took to her thoughts as they flew in peaceful solitude. There were many things he wished to question her about, perhaps few things more so than the magic she had briefly mentioned. After finding out the truth of who and what he was, he had become enthralled by the two components which formed him; advanced technologies and magic. However he simply looked on, so as not to stare, and let her sift through her thoughts. He understood better than most what a cluttered mind felt like. Meanwhile, below the scenery changed rather suddenly, as a massive compound stood at the center of the exquisite estates. No sooner had she returned from her thoughts and asked her question had the answer presented itself.
Monarch Heights was gone... Where once there was a gated community for the wealthiest in the galaxy a mighty complex now stood, its epicenter once the mansion of Prometheus Zex. Unbeknownst to any, this was necessity as there was a comprehensive secret facility burrowing deep into the asteroid. The former Lord’s abode had been quite literally the tip of an unseen iceberg. However, none living knew of their existence beside Zelba and Zasham. While what lay atop the surface was more show, it was nonetheless impressive. A fifty foot wall enclosed a huge circle, nearly two miles in diameter. Four equally distanced gates were the only way in and out. These were no ordinary defenses though, no guard towers or turrets, as invisible to the naked eye was a force field which ran up the walls and into a huge dome over the entire structure. Though it could be sensed, it didn’t fully engage until faced with an incoming projectile; ki, person, or otherwise. However ki signature’s designated as friendly passed through unharmed. Even more nifty was the effect it had on any kind of electronic surveillance attempting to penetrate it; scrambling it beyond recognition.
“Welcome to my home, the Citadel,” he would respond mentally once giving her time to take in the sight before her, as they descended vertically to the east gate. Once his feet gently touched down he would smile at Kallen and gesture toward the gate before stepping forward, looking as if he would simply walk into the arched gate. However it seemed to react to his presence, opening twice the width of his body when he neared. As he crossed the threshold a strange blue hue who ripple across his frame before disappearing; the barrier recognizing and accepting his ki signature. As its controller, he had mentally added Kallen’s own signature to the list of those allowed entry; if she followed him into the compound she would feel a strange energy would wash over her as she passed through the invisible shield, though it would quickly pass upon her entrance. The gates would then slowly close behind them, closing out the surrounding area.
Once inside the walls, passing through one of the four grand arches, a she would see several buildings following a symmetric pattern, with an impressive palace at its heart. Many of the structures were hubs for the shield’s power; each feeding energy into the walls via underground cables, which in turn projected the barrier. They also fed the frequencies which jammed unauthorized communications or surveillance from inside or out. Another building was a barracks, while another was a private hospital, and there was even a residence for the servants and caretakers. Agents could be seen training in a designated area, tall reptilian creatures clad in advance technology training them in a brutal fashion unique to the Kinigo people. Other training facilities existed on Alpha Prime, but only those handpicked by Zasham trained here, under his watchful gaze. Opposite the sparring grounds was an equally large area with a far different purpose Here the ground lifted up perpendicular on either side revealing them to be disguised bay doors for the Lord’s private dock, where which his flagship, the Arbiter, visibly underwent repairs.
The castle at its center was unnecessarily large with every modern convenience one could wish for. Everything from eloquent ballrooms to simple pleasures like a bowling alley; even swimming pools and game rooms, as if to appease ever mind which rested within his own. There were even dining halls with tables which seemed to stretch on forever. Libraries containing the rarest tomes and data drives from the furthest reaches of the known universe. No expense had been spared at Zex’s impressive dime, as he had left quite the inheritance to his son. Overall the structure had a unique look about to it. It was influenced by all the research Prometheus had acquired as well as the advanced technology of the Kinigos; the shield a culmination of their collective knowledge, reflecting both the walls which lined the ring in the Coliseum Immortal as well as the barrier which once covered the spaceport from whose ashes Gamma City rose.
Monarch Heights was gone, replaced by the Citadel. It was a technological and visual marvel, suited for the eclectic tastes of the legion within the majin’s mind. If she were to follow him he would continue strolling toward the castle at the center of the complex, before turning to her mentally questioning with earnest, “Is this private enough?” The closest visible people were the training agents and ship mechanics, both equally hundreds of yards away from them, and smart enough not to take their mind of the job at hand to stare at their Lord or his guest.
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Post by Kallen on Sept 16, 2015 15:44:40 GMT -5
He seemed altogether fascinated with her. A thing Kallen would like to say was unusual, but honestly, it wasn't. How long had she been stared out, made the subject of whispers? No, being examined was hardly unusual for her. As he looked over her wings, she simply ignored it, gazing down at the city below. So different. Would she ever get used to it? Could she ever. Almost absentmindedly, Kallen thought about her living conditions. She would have to find a place to stay. She thought she had spied some abandoned sky scrapers when he first lifted her into the air. Maybe that would do. As he apologized for intruding, Kallen merely shrugged.It seemed that no matter where she went, she was always an oddity.
Almost like she had summoned it with her question did their destination show it's self. A large compound stood, sprawling and impressive in size. Kallen took a moment to take it all in as he spoke. The Citadel, huh? Quietly, Kallen admitted to herself that while her former home was much taller than his, Zasham's home far outdid it in it's sprawling size. Before she could get too much of a look of it, he started lowering them toward the east. If this realm even had an east... She mentally added that to the list of things she wanted to discover. A growing, daunting list. Her feet touched the ground and she felt that control of his slip away. Finally, she allowed herself a moment to relax and breathe. Her wings fluttered before flattening on her body. Not like a cape, but like a butterfly's did. He walked forward, the gate opening to him at the last second. Kallen could only watch as a blue light moved over him, obviously recognizing him. He must be the Lord of his household... the mused quietly, filing that away in her brain. She hesitated before following him. No one would stop her, it wasn't like she had been brought her maliciously, or against her will. And she id want to come here. It seemed that she was simply getting cold feet. With a sigh, she rolled her shoulders back, pulling her wings back into her body. With her wings gone, her smooth back was shown. The top like a halter, coming around her neck. From the bottom of her neck to her lower back their was skin, leaving plenty of room for her wings to move as she pleased. If one looked closely, their could see the frayed edge and thread of a little fabric, almost as if something has been ripped away along the bottom of her shirt. With a steadying breath, she walked through the gate. No blue light appeared, but she felt something weird on her skin that made her shiver. It felt like electricity was dancing across her skin. After a moment though, it was gone. Shaking off the feeling, she hurried after him, slowing as she came to his side.
Though, once at his side, her eyes were everywhere but on him. She studied the arch way they passed through, eyes moving around the buildings. There was a pattern that symmetrically repeated it's self. She spied a large palace in the center, past the buildings. But for now, she paid that little mind. Her eyes roved to what she guessed was a hospital to barracks, to other buildings with people moving in and out. Soldiers trained, reptilian people that Kallen could see moving in a brutal way. They lacked a sort of grace, but Kallen could see them being a terror on the battle field, especially in large numbers. They passed many people here. It was almost like a little village, there were so many workers and soldiers. They passed a gaggle of what seemed to be young maids who discreetly watched as their lord passed. A few rested on her. Or rather, rested on the blood and horns, as well as the golden handle sticking up from her boot. Kallen's fists tightened and she pointedly ignored them. No not scare your hosts people. Do not scare them. And do NOT remove their pretty little eyes from their pretty little airheads. Soon though, they were far away from others. The closest were the training soldiers and from what she could guess, an air hanger. Subconsciously, she relaxed. She enjoyed being alone. And this seemed like a safe place. Besides, if she needed a quick getaway, the skies were clear. Bringing her wings inside her may take a moment, but letting them free could be done in a flash. She looked over to Zasham, studying his profile for a moment, letting her see him. He was handsome, she'd give him that. He was perfectly groomed, not a hair out of place, suit perfectly fit. The perfect politician, if that's what he was. It was almost enough to make her want to rattle him, to get him to show a different face, ruffle that perfect image of his. She had missed the blush that appeared on him as they flew, her mind intent on ignoring his observations.
He turned, catching her gaze and asking his question. Kallen kept his gaze, unashamed to be caught staring at him. She wasn't some silly school girl after all who played at being shy and coy. Well, unless it suited her that is. She nodded in agreement. "Yes, this will do," she responded. Kallen sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her pointed ear. "Well, I'm going to assume that you have a lot of questions. At the very least, you seem to be brimming with them," she began, "I have questions that I want answered too. So, lets play a little game, hm?"
Kallen stopped, turning fully to him and crossing her arms. With her cocked hip and her casual demeanor, the blood looked out of place and slightly unnerving. "We each ask one question, going back and forth until we are done. Does that sound fair?" Kallen raised a brow, cocking her head slightly. She needed her answers, and this man seemed to be the easiest way to get them. She would answer his in turn, but, she couldn't promise they'd be truthful. Or at the very least, the entire truth. After all, she couldn't trust anyone. Trusting made you weak. It opened up a hole in your defense and she couldn't spare any holes in her armor.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 18, 2015 22:03:49 GMT -5
He was a tad sullen when they descended and he entered the Citadel’s east gate. From her body language Zasham knew he had made her feel a spectacle. A fool he was, for letting his curiosity best him, especially after witnessing how uncomfortable the gawking spectators had made her in the market. The twisted experiment knew all too well the unwanted feeling of being inspected like a specimen, even if that was not his intent. As they entered his compound he was careful not to stare, hoping doing so would allow her some comfort.
Though, when he did step through the gate, he turned his head to the side to catch her in his peripherals. Kallen hesitated before following after him, taking a breath before walking through the threshold. Upon doing so she seemed to shudder, a common response to those unused to entering the barrier, before dispatching the sensation as she upped her pace to catch up then matching his pace as she did. As her eyes washed over the many sights within the high walls, his own fell forward once more as some maids appeared. He assumed they had just come from palace and were returning to their quarters. Unsettling was the mental stress their presence brought his guest, which the Lord of Alpha Prime gleamed through the mental connection they had established. Later on he would have words with these ladies.
The apparent human of course would not have understood what there was to gawk at; what he saw was a vibrant woman laden with undoubtedly intriguing mysteries. The horns, blood and dagger only made her that much more appealing to him and his inquisitiveness. Of course William had also always been a sucker for a pretty girl, which no doubt played a subconscious part in Zasham’s mindset. When he felt her at ease he had stopped and turned only to find their gazes locked. She was no giddy fool though but rather bold, not shying away when caught sizing him up, instead owning it. He respected that and felt it was only fair given how intrusive he had been.
Kallen found the spot to be suitable for their discussion, as she moved a few loose hairs behind her ear. Hair invading their eyesight was a problem they both shared it seemed, he thought to himself with a smile. She assumed he had questions; she assumed correctly. Zasham had as many questions as there were answers to give but he would not bombard her. He would not have her feel a spectacle again due to his ignorance. However when she mentioned the word ‘game’ he could not help but feel excitement, as a curious brow rose in response. Then she fully faced him with crossed arms and jutted hip and laid her piercing eyes upon him. It was strange but the majin found there was something almost hypnotic about her potent gaze.
Upon establishing the rules of her game she ended her sentence with a beckoning brow and tilted head. “Hmmm,” Zasham said in response as he folded his legs and sat, though it was on the air itself that he rested as opposed to the ground, having subtly manipulated gravity to make himself weightless. Resting his elbows on his knees, one arm hung loose while the other propped his chin, as if to help him think. Would she be honest? Would he? He knew it wise not to trust someone unfamiliar, yet he was finding increasingly difficult not to in this particular case. Obviously she should not trust him, as he did not even trust himself, and yet somehow he hoped she did. Why? Because then she would be more forthcoming and her answers therefore more truthful? It was the answer he saw as the most logical... Yet he could not convince himself that it was the true reason.
“I find your terms fair Kallen,” he said mentally as his head lifted from his right hand, which then folded over his other arm which lay on his lap. As he had pondered his body slowly drifted to the side which he corrected to fully face her once again upon agreeing to her game. To be humble to his guest he was to offer her the initial question, “You may ask the fir-wait… Where are your wings?” Between initially averting his eyes, and then her own compelling gaze, he had absentmindedly missed them retreating into her back and was thus left utterly confused, which in turn only fed his interest. However he could not say that they were entirely missed, as he now had a full view of her body… Which in turn caused his idle hands to rise and loosen his tie slightly as he gently cleared his throat.
Meanwhile he respectfully focused solely on matching her gaze.
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Post by Kallen on Sept 28, 2015 23:57:51 GMT -5
He was sitting. On air. No chair. No bench. No...nothing. Kallen really shouldn't be surprised by now. After all, he had somehow whisked them away here. A question Kallen certainly had filed away. She simply blinked, letting that be her only outward reaction to his....sitting arrangement. She listened to him, eyes following his body as he drifted to the side then righted himself. He agreed to her game, which wasn't surprising. He had already revealed how curious he was about her. Might as well use that to her advantage. For a moment, it seemed like he would let her ask the first question. But then he noticed her lack of wings. She felt the corners of her mouth twitch up. She had assumed that he either saw her pull in her wings, or was simply saving that question, But for him to just notice? Maybe he wasn't as observant as she thought. Without a word, Kallen turned her back to him. She raised her arms, grasping her elbows behind her head, hair over her shoulders to fully expose her back. And exposed it was. The top was a halter, no straps save for the one around her neck. Her entire back was exposed, material starting only at the lower park. Frayed material ran along the bottom of it, suggesting material had been ripped away at the seam. The way she held her arms made her shoulders stand out more, which in turn, jutted the nodules out to where they could really be seen rather than just felt. She turned her head slightly, looking at him through her lashes.
"You may feel, if you like," she thought to him before turning her gaze away. It was an open invitation, a show of trust. That didn't mean she let down her guard fully though. Every nerve she had was on hyper alert, and she was ready if he were to threaten or harm her. Kallen closed her eyes. Sending him mental images as best she could. In them, she showed herself rolling her shoulders and drawing in her wings, then the flourish as they were released. The images faded, replaced with her words. "Many of my kind have wings. Ones of bone, ones like a demon. But none like mine, and none can retract as mind can." Good information, but nothing that could be used against her. Her eyes opened slightly, her gaze down and her lips in a soft frown. No one was like her. Her grandfather liked to remind her of that. His sneers. His disgust. Spitting out words about her vile, impure blood. Her whore of a mother. Even Asher reminded her of it. How many times had he purred about how different she was? How she was "unlike any ladies here"? Different. Unique. Those were not good things. Not in her mind. They were curses and burdens. The fact that she didn't even know what or who her mother was didn't help matters. She closed her eyes again, dipping her head down.
"So then, my turn. You have power here, that's obvious. What are you to this place? A Lord? A business man?" she questioned. She wasn't stupid. He had power, influence. He had to be a noble. Or, what passed for one here. This didn't seem to be a place with a King or Queen. At least as far as she could gleam. After all, she had not seen a castle at all here. Just large houses. A business man than? One with money. She had certainly had made an interesting acquaintance in him. After a moment, Kallen realized she still had her arms above her head. With a slight bit of embarrassment, She lowered her arms, brushing her hair back over her shoulders and turning to face him. Her head was tilted ever so slightly, teal eyes bright against her dark lashes. The sky was awash with golden purples. The sun had been setting, painting the sky with color and drawing shadows long across the lawns. Distantly, she could hear sounds of the fighters packing up. She wasn't sure if they were guards, or fighters employed by him, it warranted more investigating, that was for sure. She was awash in the golden light, showing her other worldly beauty, but also the faults. The bruises appearing on her skin, the dark circles forming under her eyes. She had seen and faced hell, and had come out stronger. Had risen about it, above them. She had escaped and been given a second chance. This place looked nothing like the heaven she had dreamed of, wished for. Longed for. But, maybe she could find home here. Maybe she could be safe. Be free. Finally free. For once in her life before it came to an end.
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