"...dunno if starlight could help?-" Xueqing looked at John, seemingly tempted to try something new.
((Starlight magic in my lore is an upgrade from light magic, which focuses on purifying and healing.))
((Starlight magic in my lore is an upgrade from light magic, which focuses on purifying and healing.))
Hearing the man speak to him, he didn't hesitate to look at him with a gentle look on his face. Being asked about his dilemma was indeed something he didn't mind talking about. At least someone not a brute asked him the correct questions. "Yes...Against my will. And it's fine. You don't have to deal with my kind. I am far too old to be offended by words. Except from that brute," he said as he wondered what else to say to him.
He nodded his head as he looked at John explain his own dilemma. "It is a shame that your father would do such a thing," he said as he stared at John's expression. "I understand all too well. But when you lived as long as me, you will understand that it is futile. And don't worry what others think. You will only drag yourself down to the Abyss. I dare say you don't want this," he said warmly as though he may have found a kindred spirit. "Also if I could help you find a cure, I can. I suppose helping you wouldn't put me out of the way of things," he said softly as he drank more of his drink. He was now invested in helping John with curing his curse. "My name is Damien. Nice to meet your acquaintance...your name is?" he asked as he sat there being very polite. He was indeed older than the other perhaps.
He looked at the young girl and said, "Healing light? He needs more than that, my friend. He needs something more to cure his curse. This curse is more complexed than you think." He would know. Necromancy to him was a foul magic that not even he dabbled in.
He nodded his head as he looked at John explain his own dilemma. "It is a shame that your father would do such a thing," he said as he stared at John's expression. "I understand all too well. But when you lived as long as me, you will understand that it is futile. And don't worry what others think. You will only drag yourself down to the Abyss. I dare say you don't want this," he said warmly as though he may have found a kindred spirit. "Also if I could help you find a cure, I can. I suppose helping you wouldn't put me out of the way of things," he said softly as he drank more of his drink. He was now invested in helping John with curing his curse. "My name is Damien. Nice to meet your acquaintance...your name is?" he asked as he sat there being very polite. He was indeed older than the other perhaps.
He looked at the young girl and said, "Healing light? He needs more than that, my friend. He needs something more to cure his curse. This curse is more complexed than you think." He would know. Necromancy to him was a foul magic that not even he dabbled in.
"I DIDN'T EVEN TRY???"
The girl felt confused, mocked and angered.
((bro please keep a healthy boundary between in-character and out-of-character :skull:))
The girl felt confused, mocked and angered.
((bro please keep a healthy boundary between in-character and out-of-character :skull:))
"I never said you shouldn't try..." he said to her slightly distant. "And don't feel like I offended you," he said as he shook his head a little.
((Huh? I am fully IC.
You should know this with our role play.))
((Huh? I am fully IC.
You should know this with our role play.))
Despite the words, the girl still glared. Wasn't very comfortable being underestimated.
(but this dude isn't a god from what i can remember)
(but this dude isn't a god from what i can remember)
“Starlight magic? I’m willing to try anything. But I probably wouldn’t be able to cast it myself. Father’s magic tries to choke out anything else I attempt to cast,” John said. “If you are able to, I would appreciate it.”
He listens to Damien intently. It surprises him to hear a vampire speak with gentility; it goes against his usual experiences with vampires, though in fairness, John is known as a vampire hunter. “John Sidonius. It’s a pleasure,” he said. He would have offered his hand, but for him, touching people did not often go well for the other person involved. The magic always found ways of leaking out.
“It’s kind of you to offer to help, even if you do think the effort is futile. I’ll take any help I can get.” He took another sip of the eggnog. He really wanted something else to drink, but this would do for now.
He listens to Damien intently. It surprises him to hear a vampire speak with gentility; it goes against his usual experiences with vampires, though in fairness, John is known as a vampire hunter. “John Sidonius. It’s a pleasure,” he said. He would have offered his hand, but for him, touching people did not often go well for the other person involved. The magic always found ways of leaking out.
“It’s kind of you to offer to help, even if you do think the effort is futile. I’ll take any help I can get.” He took another sip of the eggnog. He really wanted something else to drink, but this would do for now.
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
" You abduct guardsmen off the frontline for nefarious experiments ! "
"Lord General, that was one time! Had you held your ground for a mere 3 more seconds I would have been able to acquire the Aeldari specimens that I desired." If Szeras still had actual eyes, he would have rolled them at this point. "Plus, I am willing to return what remains of those guardsmen so that they may receive a proper burial. After all, before my people sacrificed our flesh and blood for these bodies of living metal, we held great respect for the dead."
He saw her glare which made him uncomfortable. He wasn't sure how to feel about her now. He merely kept quiet to avoid her ire towards him.
((Who? John or Damien??))
((Who? John or Damien??))
John Sidonius wrote:
“Starlight magic? I’m willing to try anything. But I probably wouldn’t be able to cast it myself. Father’s magic tries to choke out anything else I attempt to cast,” John said. “If you are able to, I would appreciate it.”
He listens to Damien intently. It surprises him to hear a vampire speak with gentility; it goes against his usual experiences with vampires, though in fairness, John is known as a vampire hunter. “John Sidonius. It’s a pleasure,” he said. He would have offered his hand, but for him, touching people did not often go well for the other person involved. The magic always found ways of leaking out.
“It’s kind of you to offer to help, even if you do think the effort is futile. I’ll take any help I can get.” He took another sip of the eggnog. He really wanted something else to drink, but this would do for now.
He listens to Damien intently. It surprises him to hear a vampire speak with gentility; it goes against his usual experiences with vampires, though in fairness, John is known as a vampire hunter. “John Sidonius. It’s a pleasure,” he said. He would have offered his hand, but for him, touching people did not often go well for the other person involved. The magic always found ways of leaking out.
“It’s kind of you to offer to help, even if you do think the effort is futile. I’ll take any help I can get.” He took another sip of the eggnog. He really wanted something else to drink, but this would do for now.
"Whatever you pick is fine with me," Damien said as he still kept quiet to the girl amongst their presence.
Talia al Ghul decides to enter Trixie's Bar to decompress. Tomorrow's a new day to begin her mission. As she approaches the entrance, the pistol in her hand is tucked into the inside of her leather jacket. Talia hears a commotion; her eyes shift to the room as she rounds the corner and spots the bar.
She avoids the chatter and heads to pick up her bottle of bourbon and a glass. The assassin steps towards the back of the room and finds a bench. Talia sits with her back to the wall; she begins to pour and drink. The burn of bourbon is welcomed tonight.
Esmeralda Sidonia wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Aleksandr shot a glance towards Esme, pausing for a moment as he studied her semblance and wares, looking at one of his guards and issuing a nod, the guard plucked a servo-skull tied to his belt as the device whirred into operation, the ocular device shot out strange beams at Esme, they were not offensive in nature but merely issuing a scan as per standard protocol.
The servo-skull's eye briefly turned a green color issuing approval.
Well met Adept Sidonia, if the auspex report holds true then you are under the tutelage of the esteemed Magos Harkoth; he must have seen great promise in you to take you in as such. I am Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell, I command the 109th Independent Battle Group - Stygius Ferox. I had intended to beseech Lord Harkoth for his assistance in augmenting some of our tactical doctrines with his command of technology, perhaps you would see fit as to partake in his work and perhaps.... put in a word with Lord Harkoth that the Guard is in need of his services.
The servo-skull's eye briefly turned a green color issuing approval.
Well met Adept Sidonia, if the auspex report holds true then you are under the tutelage of the esteemed Magos Harkoth; he must have seen great promise in you to take you in as such. I am Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell, I command the 109th Independent Battle Group - Stygius Ferox. I had intended to beseech Lord Harkoth for his assistance in augmenting some of our tactical doctrines with his command of technology, perhaps you would see fit as to partake in his work and perhaps.... put in a word with Lord Harkoth that the Guard is in need of his services.
As much as it hurt to stand, Esme rose to greet Aleksandr. She used her cane to slowly maneuver herself out of her seat, shifting her weight onto it. “It’s a pleasure, sir,” she said. “I can certainly speak to him on the matter. Happy to help.“
Her eyes followed the servo skull, watching it with fascination. “This all brings me back a bit. Back in the day I used to make anything and everything related to explosives for the Legion. You know, before… before all this.” With her free hand, she gestures vaguely at her injured leg and the prosthetic eyepiece that very clearly is sticking out from some major facial scarring.
" We are distinguished by our trials Tech-Adept, wear your scars with pride knowing most do not live to avenge the blows dealt to them. "
It was clear that Aleksandr honored her as she gestured to her scars and leg, doubtless her technological prowess would see her to a better alternative not unlike Magos Harkoth.
" I will entrust you with this STC then "
The schematics seemed to display terran technology for small scale gravitic engines though clearly of a better make than standard issue servo-skulls, the materials were by no means hard to come by but the engineering was superb.
" I intend to augment squadrons with deployable servo-skulls which can communicate through a monocular interface via standard augur arrays, once patched in, the guardsman would be able to control the servoskull as if he were seeing through it... with stronger gravitic engines it open the possibility for the servoskulls to carry explosive charges... I think you know where i'm getting at, a swarm of maneuverable servo-skulls capable of navigating crevasses and cover and smiting the foe with explosive fury... perhaps you may improve upon the designs but it is for Harkoth's eyes... er... scanners... first. "
Illuminor Szeras wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
" You abduct guardsmen off the frontline for nefarious experiments ! "
"Lord General, that was one time! Had you held your ground for a mere 3 more seconds I would have been able to acquire the Aeldari specimens that I desired." If Szeras still had actual eyes, he would have rolled them at this point. "Plus, I am willing to return what remains of those guardsmen so that they may receive a proper burial. After all, before my people sacrificed our flesh and blood for these bodies of living metal, we held great respect for the dead."
" Do not !... Do not I say, speak in tongues to me... Xenos construct. Your existence is a mockery of the deified machine and I shall see that instance of mockery dealt upon the astra militarum returned ten-fold ! Every one of you mechanical monstrosities is due for the Mechanicus Disassembly Chambers, I swear it!"
"Oh, alright then." Szeras scuttles out the door.
" Wha- !? Come back here, I'm not finished with my impassioned and furious tiraade yet ! "
"All the same..." Mikazuki just shrugged, sitting back inside of Barbatos.
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
" Wha- !? Come back here, I'm not finished with my impassioned and furious tiraade yet ! "
"Annoyance: shared."
He stared at Aleksandr one last time before he finished his drink. "I guess I shall take my leave. Hope we meet again but under different circumstances," he said as he got up off the chair and bowed politely. He didn't want to be rude to anyone here in this bar. Especially not to one that was a general. He looked at Harkoth and simply scuffed a little before he walked out the door and back into the night from where he came from.
"Well that just sort of happened. I didn't even participate in that."
"You'll have that around here."
"Nice to see you as well, Springer." Topspin turns to Barbatos. "That's Springer, he's the leader of the Wreckers, the Autobot special ops team that includes myself, Roadbuster, and Wheeljack."
"Mhm..." Obviously Mikazuki wasn't terribly interested in names, but when was he?
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