The Harlequin

[font=gothic][I]For a moment, she is not disappointed. Davien's eyes widen, he jumps up and starts walking around shaking like someone being electrocuted going "AYAYAYAYAYAAYWARKKKK". Then he spins, breathing heavily, his eyes wild. Alastuin starts slightly as he walks towards her. She relaxes however, when he kneels down besides her and cups a hand around her head, drawing her gently towards him. After kissing her rather thoroughly, he sits back and stares at her.[/I] Davien: Unexpected, but definately enjoyable. Alastuin: I'd agree with you there. Why are you staring at me? Davien: Did I ever tell you how incredibly beautiful you are? [I]Alastuin smiles, and kisses him again.[/I] Alastuin: No, you didn't. Davien: Strange, must have slipped my mind. How far was this going to go?[/font]

[font=gothic]Davien: Which hotel? I thought you didn't have a permanent residence. Spyder: You know, you can be quite naive sometimes. You house of course. Davien: I should have known. Spyder: I'm sorry. Do you object? Davien: Of course not. We may have to make a few arrangements when we get there though. Spyder: Such as? Davien: Permanent residence. Spyder: That might be going a little far... Davien: You objecting? Spyder: Not really. [I]Davien starts the car and speeds off, wondering how Cathos got the keys to one of his other cars...[/I][/font]

[font=gothic][I]Leaving Kredion to sort his own differences with Kral Thraxx, Davien stalks off after Alastuin. After realising she seems to be in quite a hurry, he breaks into a slow run, only to have her step out from behind a tree and grab him part way down the trail. Instantly halting and regaining his balance, Davien turns to face her.[/I] Davien: So where are we camping? Alastuin: There's clearing just down there. [I]They stroll down and start to set up camp, setting up tents and a fire. Davien rummages around in his pack for a while, but finds nothing particularly edible. He whistles sharply, and Raiett comes flying in.[/I] Davien: Alright, we're hungry, go do something about it. Alastuin: Can that bird really catch us something? Isn't it a little small? Davien: It can lure a bigger beast back here. So, how long do you reckon it will be before Kral Thraxx walks back down that trail with Kredion's head impaled on a claw? Alastuin: Maybe a while. Davien: Well, while we wait, you can explain something to me. Alastuin: What? Davien: Before I started talking to Kral Thraxx, you said something that puzzled me. Remember what it was? Alastuin: No... Davien: I didn't think you would. Allow me to refresh your memory. You said, and I quote "I really really like you". Would you like to explain that?[/font]

[font=gothic][I]Kredion quickly rallies, regaining control of himself. Before he can move however, he is forced to dive sideways to avoid a rippling ball of fire from the drake. Davien slices at him as he rolls, but Kredion slides away, scissoring Davien's legs out from under him. As Davien lands, he rolls back and comes up in a fighting stance, his twin viper lying on the ground. He and Kredion circle each warily, only to have Kredion suddenly stumble forward as Alastuin attacks him from behind. Davien grabs an oustretched arm and flips him on to the ground. [/I] Davien: Now, where were we?[/font]

[font=gothic]OOC: Did you miss something? Nagazishni are invisible, and don't fight in close quarters...[/font]

[font=gothic]Would you like us to find the multiple ones in your posts? Anyway... Raven, I didn't comment on yours because we were posting at the same time. Personally, I wouldn't comment on it anyway. You never break the illusions opf crazy people... Yes cloricus, it was a start. That's the point. Okay, it's started, so what now, why, we keep at the start of course! No, we move on. The ISS was useful, as far as it went, but really, isn't it time for something new.[/font]

[font=gothic]Let us get relative, if you will. The satellite we are referring to has a deep space capability of what? Exactly. Now, if we are going to go into space at all, the best bet would be a deep space mission. We've already established that the other planets in our solar system are currently uninhabitable, and will not be for a while. Or if we are not doing it for colonisation purposes, then the idea flies out the window, because the entire thing is useless. Take your pick.[/font]

[font=gothic]No, it isn't. If they're going to put money into anytype of space mission, it should certianly not be some satellite that just orbits the earth. It's definately wise to spend money on space, but keeping Space Stations up is right now an economic waste.[/font]

[font=gothic]Davien sits in his car, his head on steering wheel, uncaring. A tear courses down his cheek, which he quickly flings off as he hears the door open.[/I] Davien: Damn it Cathos, I thought you knew better. [I]A hand reaches out and gras his chin, pulling his face up. Davien finds himself staring into Spyder's eyes, and a smile immediately jumps to his face. Which is quickly altered...[/I] [I]Meanwhile inside...[/I] Cathos: So, what is your part in all this?[/font]

[font=gothic]Saethi: You're being a little possessive aren't you? Davien: Not really. But she likes the attention. Saethi: Are you sure of that? Davien: Positive. Saethi: How do you know though? [I]Davien winks, and walks silently up to the door, opening it quickly. Spyder is standing there, looking rather strange with her ear cocked to empty space.[/I] Davien: It's much easier to hear from in here you know. Spyder: God damn it! You are so ****ing full of yourself! I can't do anything without you believing that I'm doing it becaues of you. I have my own life, and it doesn't revolve around you. Go to hell, I'm sick of you. [I]Spyder reslams the door in Davien's face. Davien turns and leaves with no further words to Cathos or Saethi, a look of obscure pain on his face. Cathos however, remains behind.[/I][/font]

[font=gothic] OOC: A bit of question here. I've got a friend who recently signed up to the boards, and has been following this rpg. Being unfamiliar with the process, he asked if he could join. Would anyone object if I donated my Cathos character to him? I'll try to keep his posts from messing up any storyline someone has going. [I]Davien takes a long breath before continuing.[/I] Davien: So. You wanted to come here, kill Luke, then pretend to me that you slept with him, just to piss me off. Is that right? Or did you have some other ulterior motive? Spyder: You're not taking this very well. You were before. Davien: I know. [I]All signs of Davien's anger vanish.[/I] Davien: Appearing to be furious when one is perfectly calm. Self-control at its finest. Cathos: Spare us the lectures. Davien: Oh alright. In that case, answer the question. Spyder: What question? Davien: Whether you wanted to make it look like you slept with Luke to annoy me, or whether you were doing something else?[/font]

[font=gothic]Davien: That's a drake. As established. Dragonkin. They're smaller, they tend to be 11 ft at the shoulder maximum. Unlike dragons, who primary weapon in their breath, drakes rely more on their speed and agility, although they are able to fire a projectile, which differs from the original steady stream. It's been speculated that drakes evolved from the original dragons, dragons that lived in probably mountainous regions, where speed and agility were more important than size, and were they had to be able to kill their prey from long distances. Also, drakes... Alastuin(interrupting): Alright, I get the point. And this is really no time for a lecture. Davien: And why not? Anyway, back to topic... Alastuin (again interrupting): There is a god damn drake right there! Davien: As I was saying- Alastuin: Damn it! Pay attention! [I]Davien grabs Alastuin's jaw, and spins her around to face him, staring into her eyes.[/I] Davien: As I was saying. Drakes. Are. Not. Hostile. Towards. Humans. Let me finish next time. [I]After this, Davien turns and faces the drake, bowing to it with a strangely sinuous motion. The drake responds in kind.[/I] Davien: may the sun guide you, and the moon lay you down to rest. Drake: May the sun guide you, and the moon lay you down to rest. I am Kral Thraxx. Davien: I am Davien. Your name honours me. Kral Thraxx: Your name honours me. Davien: You are a long way from your lands. Kral Thraxx: I am here on a sacred mission. One of our eggs was stolen, a few months back. Moreover, it was the egg of the new magis... [I]Kral Thraxx cuts off at Davien's sharp look.[/I] Davien: I know about it, I've seen the egg, and she doesn't need to know about it. Kral Thraxx: You've seen the egg! Where is it? And how do you know? [I]Davien turns to quiet Alastuin's indignant protests. Turning, he again bows formally to the drake.[/I] Davien: The thief will appear down the path soon. Wait with us, as not to scare him off. [I]After a minute, Kredion and the others appear down the path. The others look immediately scared, but Kredion merely looks nervous. In a cold voice, Davien calls out to him.[/I] Davien: It would seem Kredion, that you have a lot of explaining to do. I recommend you speak quick. [I]Putting on a brave face, Kredion steps forward.[/I] Kredion: I have nothing to hide. Kral Thraxx: Your scent speaks otherwise. Hand it over, or die. Kredion: You think I do not have the power to defeat a mere drake? Pitiful. Davien: Even if you do, could you defeat a drake of Kral Thraxx's power, as well as me? Alastuin: And me. Kredion: So be it.[/font]

[font=gothic]But you would care if those victims mounted a counter attack. You're as hypocritical as I am...[/font]

[font=gothic]Vukodlak: Haven't you ever dreamt of stealing a car? Or better yet, are there any military bases around here? Anathema: Two. Vukodlak: That's just perfect. Alright then, we take out both of them. Anathema, and Valeigh with me. We'll take the furtherest one. You three take the closest one. Anathema: Feeling important today aren't we. Vukodlak: As I remember, I'm technically a higher rank back home than the rest of you, so yeah, I guess I am. Now, shall we go find some cars? [I]Vukodlak leaves the shattered cathedral, finding the first suitable car, a 4WD of unknown make, and gets in. Although, for some reason, in the passenger seat.[/I] Anathema: You can't drive can you? Vukodlak: ...no. But I'm sure you can. Anathema: Of course. Vukodlak: Well then, let's go.[/font]

[font=gothic]Actually, if you re-read this thread, you'll get the point we were all trying to make.[/font]

[font=gothic]Alastuin: You give up rather quickly. Davien: Only when I know I'm not going to be answered. Alastuin: What makes you think I'm not going to answer you. Davien: That, for one thing. Alastuin: What for one thing? Davien: Your obvious eagerness to goad me into begging you for an answer. Alastuin: Yes, beg me. Mwahahahah...sorry. Davien: As I thought. Anyway, for your information, I tend to be very different around other people. Alastuin: Are you going to give me details? Davien: Do you want them? Alastuin: Of course I want them! Davien: As you wish. I'm typically more glacial, and I tend to be more depressed, etc. Alastuin: I'm not really sure I like having that effect on you. Davien: Again, that is up to you.[/font]

[font=gothic]Are you assuming the Devil, as an entity, to be the personification of evil? If so, it doesn't matter whether the devil existed or not. The concept of evil was still around. And Jesus Chicken, we control our own lives. No higher power is watching over our shoulder, waiting to condemn us. Although that is just aa personal opinion.[/font]

[font=gothic]This has become a load of spam. We're sitting here laughing at large numbers of deaths. I'm rather ashamed that I indirectly instigated it.[/font]

[font=gothic]I think you're meant to opine as to whether it was any good or not, just confess your profuse love for me, not that I'm complaining.[/font]

[font=gothic]Oh, I wouldn't neccessarily say that. Newbies can be amusing too...[/font]

[font=gothic]That is probably the least likely idea to work you know. Besides, why waste our time? If we are vicious enough to commit to wholesale slaughter, we should at least do it openly.[/font]

[font=gothic]As I said, that was going to offend a few people, but I said it anyway. And yes, I am an Australian. Alright then people, my arguments. As a few people here have stated, most of the death was because of the British generals fault. A few people here have also failed to note that while I said the ANZAC fiasco was stupidity, I never undermined the bravery or sacrafice of the men themselves. I believe, as many others here seem to, that it takes a lot of guts to die for one's country. I never disputed that. But what I say is this. We celebrate the fact that they died at all, even more than celebrate the lives of those who survived. Call it celebrating their sacrafice if you will, but it doesn't change what it is. If you were an ANZAC veteran, would you want to come back and hear that an entire country is celebrating the fact that whole regiments of your friends were slaughtered? Yes, the troops, as stated, fought their way through machine gun encampments. Why? They were told to. That was the most pointless waste of human life. Many lives would have been saved if the generals had invested something in artillery back up. I make no pretenses here, I believe that the entire war was a waste of life. To twist around a saying so arrogantly placed in here by several people, anybody who thinks otherwise has never placed themselves in an ANZAC veterans place.[/font]

[font=gothic]OOC: Don't tempt me. I have a feeling I can be at least as dangerous as you. But this really isn't the right place for an extended argument. If you have to take this further, PM me about it.[/font]

[font=gothic]Vukodlak: Good, that's everyone. Now for the priest. [I]Vukodlak walks over and picks the priest up by the throat, slamming him against the wall, which also served to jolt him into consciousness.[/I] Vukodlak: It backfired on you didn't it. Priest: Heretics! You will suffer for this. Vukodlak: I've suffered for a lot of things before, but this won't be one of them. Now, how did you know we were coming? [I]The priest refuses to answer until Vukodlak tightens his grip.[/I] Priest (in a small, choked voice): The Lord told us. Vukodlak: Would you like to repeat that. I don't think I heard you properly. Priest (shrieks): The Lord told us! Vukodlak: Ah, you are so blessed. Now, has he told you anything else lately? Priest: Heretic! I will tell you nothing!God's Holy Fire will decend on you within the year! Vukodlak: Ah, you really should have watched your mouth. You've told us everything. [I]Vukodlak spins and hurls the priest against the opposite wall. Vukodlak's wings unfurl from his back, his visage darkens, and his claws extend from his wrists. Hovering above the terrified priest, he intones in a hollow voice.[/I] Vukodlak: For lo! If death should have a face. A twisted nerve to scald the skin. To rest the life from helpless fools. Many are the wounds that lie on our hearts. [I]The now thoroughly terrified priest tries to get up and run, only to have Vukodlak's claws explode through his neck.[/I] Vukodlak: Stay, my ecclesiastical friend. [I]With a contemptuous flick of his wrist, Vukodlak shakes the body off, and turns to the others, while resuming his human form.[/I] Vukodlak: Based on that, we have about 3 months to cause as much havoc in the mortal realm as possible, before the attack on heaven. Let us go. The major cities first. We'll start from there. [I]Vukodlak turns and leaves, bloodlust infusing his face with a bitter glow.[/I][/font]

[font=gothic]Spyder: Are you alright? Davien: You really think a slap like that would particularly hurt me? Spyder: It looked it. Davien: I'm a compulsive over-actor. So, Cathos, do you think you can be persuaded to change your prey? Cathos: Why not. This should be even more fun. Davien: As I though. Now, Spyder, who is that, and when do I get to kill her? [I]Spyder doesn't answer for a long while, and merely looks disturbed.[/I][/font]