“She’s frequently kind and suddenly cruel. She can do as she pleases she’s nobody’s fool. And she can’t be convicted, she’s earned her degree. And the most she will is throw shadows at you, but she’s always a woman to me.”
That song might describe some of Varos associates not that most people would think that. Fortunately none of them are about. That’s a certain grey wolfen with a long red coat. He’s actually got a decent if slightly growly singing voice. Where he heard that song who knows? He’s well traveled. It’s an earth oldie. Like most ‘oldies’ its origin is lost in time. Some say it once written at a bar where everyone was lonely and they were serenaded by an enchanted piano.
But who knows? Stories can be odd sometimes. At present Hunter is walking down the street one cool winter evening. His belly is full of food and warm mulled wine and he’s in a decent mood as he passes by the docks. It’s late enough that most of the activity there is done for the day. The fishermen have already come in, the shadows of the buildings are growing long and the ley lamps are starting to light up. There’s still a few hours before the night city starts, but things are quiet here for the moment.
Ardul is walking beside Hunter, arm linked through his. It’s a rare night in that they both are together and not working. “Am I now?” she smirks up at the Wolfen, her wings furled against her back as they walk. It is cool, as evidenced by the ‘sheepskin’ coat she’s wearing – a long affair that comes to her calves, soft leather outside and downy ‘fur’ on the inside. Why it’s called sheepskin, no one knows – the creature that donated itself to make it wasn’t a sheep – whatever that is, or was.
Her nose wrinkles slightly as they pass the docks “I wouldn’t mind some fish for dinner this week. Want to come to the docks early tomorrow and see what they bring in?”
Megana has been making her presence known around the docks and Glowtown’s district again. She’s not only working, but living around here now and she wants people to know it. The ones in need of her services will know she’s back and the ones who do not.. well.. they are being reminded that there are other places nearby where they prey and pickings are easier.
Violently reminded it seems as a there is a loud crash, a wail of pain and alarm that cuts off suddenly followed by the sound of a faint splash. Sensitive ears might also catch some panting and pained moans, a soft gurgling and then silence. A few moments later a half ogre male wearing leather armor that he doesn’t really seem to need and a dark haired human woman in a midnight blue leather duster and boots, wearing black denim pants and a lot of daggers step around the corner. Megana grins in satisfaction and highfives the ogre.
“Screw the guard. We’ll get this place in order in no time if they’re too busy chasing their tails elsewhere. I mean c’mon. I’m me and not even I mess with slavery. Do you think we went to easy on them?” The Shifter Priestess turns her head up to eye her companion and it mutters and makes some gestures with it’s hands. “Well yeah it was just a drunken plot and not the actual thing but they were planning it. These people are under our protection now. We can’t just let…wait I think I know that guy. Kinda. And her.” Meg starts in Ardul and Hunter’s direction.
Varos knows a few women like that, and if they’re not crazy, they’re conniving, and it’s a coin toss as to which is the worst. None of whom he’s thinking of right now as he walks along the street, the collar of his dark gray coat turned up against the cold, his hands shoved into its pockets, one closed around said pocket’s single contents.
The Twins have been manning the shop in his absence, and despite his being back in town after a couple of excursions, he’s hardly been by during business hours. The girls and Sens can handle things. He’s got other things on his mind, other things to work out.
…maybe after a drink, or just a walk to clear his head. At least if there’s nothing else the cool night air that promises winter’s just around the corner can help with that. He’s a bit annoyed, really. Several contacts in the mystical arts and none that could say anything about the fragment he brought them save that it was simply a piece of wood. After the first, he had a feeling the answer wouldn’t change, but he wanted to be sure so that he could have all the more reason to sulk at the Twins when he returned. Sighing into his collar, he loosens his fingers from around that wooden fragment, pulling his hands out of his pockets to idly tug at the fingerless gloves he wears.
He slows to a stop as voices and then vision colors the world around him. The smell of the docks in the distance is something he can pick up when the breeze is just right, not that he ever cares for the scent of dead fish. Stepping back from the street, he tilts his head a little as he can catch voices, familiar ones here and there. Sometimes Vesper for its grandness can seem so small.
Speaking of a Sens —
Down another street path, the pickpocket-turned-shop assistant keeps his own pace among the crowd, items stowed under an arm and in a bag with its straps looped over his tail. “Who ever heard of running errands at this time??” he complains, keeping it mainly to himself as he weaves about a few other revelers enjoying their time out in the cold. “‘Oh, but Sens, you had plenty of time to do it earlier! Why didn’t you?’ Well, let’s just say I ran into some trouble– ”
In the middle of trying to talk his way out of an imaginary conversation, the crashing noise turns Sens rigid, tail shooting straight out in surprise as all of the hair on his body stands on end. Instinct immediately kicks in. “–which I didn’t cause because I didn’t do it, I was right here the whole time!” he then claims aloud, patting himself down with his free hand to make sure he really is standing there and not anywhere near the scene of the crime. A few moments more and he calms down a bit, blinking rapidly once he tries to figure out what the heck is going on. “…Did it come from that way?”
Because that is where he’s supposed to travel through.
His tail then flicks in irritation, muttering under his breath as he tries to figure out another route to avoid whatever is going on.
“I wouldn’t mind some fish.” Splash. Hunter chuckles. “Seems like there are plenty in the sea, as it were. We can come back and see what the fishers bring in.” Splash. “Or catch our own since it seems the docks are-” Splash. Splash. Splash.
The wolfen stops and fowns and peers out into the bay. It’s getting dark enough that it’s a bit hard to see what might be in the water but that doesn’t sound like a fish jumping or a dolphin playing. There have been a lot of dolphins around lately.
The splashing is loud enough for Meg and Varos both to hear. Loud enough even to carry to here Sens is.
Flicker, flicker. Fzzzzt. The ley lamps go out and Hunter blinks. They come back on after just a moment. Maybe they had an issue at the power station.
“Good. It might remind me of home… a bit.” She’s been homesick lately, since detaining the other Iyesgarthian, which has made her withdraw from the world in a way. That she’s out tonight with Hunter might be a good thing.”
Splash and then more. “That … doesn’t sound like anything moving in the water. It sounds like …” the blonde cocks her head, still holding Hunters arm, and frowns “… something landing in it, maybe? Oh look, there’s Megana and … ” what is that thing with her? “Maybe that’s what we were hearing. It seems to be trailing water behind it.” It is dark after all.
Megana slows. They had thrown a total of one dead body into the harbor. There should be no further splashes and that does not sound like fish or dolphins to one who has spent vast amounts of time in the wilderness and also around the docks. Then the lights flicker and the Shifter outright stops and glances up. “…” She glances behind her and notices a puddle of green slime behind her bounces friend.
“Wait. Damien what did you step in??? Those guys we got did not have green blood. Hang on I’mma take a closer look…” The Ogre is frowning and stops but doesn’t turn around. He might not be listening to Meg so much judging by his distracted expression at the moment. Meg is busy pulling a little cylinder lamp from one of her many pockets and using it to highlight the puddle of slime. “The bleep is this crap?” She is certain it was not here on their way to that alley a little bit ago. “Hey maybe some cool new kinda thing crawled up outta the wat-” She leans in closer to study the puddle, oblivious to Hunter and ARdul and even her ogreman at the moment.
That’s…an interesting sound. Not completely out of place around here, maybe, but it’s still a bit odd. And then there’s the flickering lights. This end of town isn’t as well kept as other parts, so that’s probably not so unusual either. Varos frowns thoughtfully, hearing similar thoughts being voiced by the winged one.
He begins to step back into the street, head turning in the direction of the others, but another perspective fills in the area opposite of them, accompanied by a familiar mind. The clothier smirks and starts along to see if he can’t intercept Sens, fully prepared to be yelled at for being absent.
Sens knows something’s up. He just knows. And as soon as he starts moving again, something will inevitably happen. Bracing himself for the worse, he draws in a sharp breath, holding it in right as he takes a step forward.
The ball of his soft-soled boot lands lightly on the first stone in front of him, touching down without any fanfare whatsoever.”…”
Funny. With his kind of luck, something bad usually happens right about now. But no, nothing is wrong. Everything looks fine! Feels fine, even. The splashing is nothing more than a part of the ambiance down this way, after all.
Breathing a small sigh of relief, he steps forward again, returning to his previous pace. And hey, he’s noticing that he recognizes two faces from the small gathering and he has all the reason to start yelling across the way.
Which he will do now.
When Varos sees Sens he will see the green moss spreading rapidly over his shirt from the back and starting to grow into his fur a little. Similarly he’ll see Sens see him with… green moss growing rapidly over him from the back. Of course EVERYTHING IS JUST FINE for Sens. Or is it? The sight might be so jarring as to maybe allow the notion that things are not fine. But they should be fine, right? They’re not fine so often that it has to balance out sometime…
Hunter turns at the sound of the shouting and when something jostles his arm he glances up to Ardul. “Hmmm?” Wait. The jostle was on the other side of him. He looks down to see a pale form half climbed out of the water and overgrown with moss. “Oh hell.”
The wolfen turns to kick it back into the water and then notices that there are… several people if people is the right word climbing from the water. And all of them are covered in moss. Moss from the eyes, moss from the mouth. Just… everywhere.
A very mossy, ogrish hand claps over Meg’s shoulder. “Well well. A shifter. You’ll be useful…” It takes only a moment for it to start growing into her clothing as well, working it’s way toward her skin.
There’s a startled curse and Meg is quietly thanking Varos for his excellent work while also hoping her coat isn’t irreparably damaged as she ducks aside and rolls to slide out of her coat. If she’s lucky it isn’t in her skin. “!@#$ off you creepy mother-awwww no! Damien!” The Shifter hauls her butt around the corner away from one of her favorite minions. She did catch a glimpse of Ardul, hunter, something white and.. that cute kid from Varos shop looking a bit green. “Oh Dark Lady please let this stuff be not so bad.” That kid. And her minion! “Urge to go on a murderspree rising!”
The Shifter closes her eyes and reaches her mind out into the harbor, seeking, calling, searching for the one she knows is out there somewhere. One who can deal with these little whatsits..maybe.. if she can find it.. if its in the mood for a little snack.. if it will agree not to eat the harbor also… About this time it occurs to Meg that this response may be a bit.. overkill. She reigns her power back in and searches for the voice instead. Or the Whatsits. Maybe she can take control of them instead…
“I didn’t say anyth—” Ardul murmurs to Hunter, watching Meg as she sees to her minion… she stops though because Hunter kicks something and she releases his arm, moving a little away from him. This is a formation both are familiar with – it makes it easier to fight.
“What the hell, Hunter?” her booted foot lashes out at a figure that creeps from the water, forcing it back. “What are these?” For as long as she’s been here, there are still things that Ardul doesn’t know about it and Hunter can usually provide the answer. “Can we burn them?”
Being yelled at doesn’t usually bring grins to people’s faces, but it does for Varos. Annoying Sens is an odd hobby for him. Is that what you’re supposed to do with friends? It seems he’s deemed this to be true. That grin however freezes the moment the beak-nosed D-Bee comes into his ‘direct’ line of sight. Green just doesn’t become the guy, but it’s even more so disturbing when he realizes what’s going on as he sees himself through Sens’ eyes. He’s not grinning any more.
“Oh no,” he says, barely above a whisper. He doesn’t waste a moment more as he tears off his coat, tossing it aside. Turning towards Sens, he hesitates, because well, what do you do when he’s got the stuff in his fur?? “Sens!”
He hears the shouts, sees as things are a lot worse than they might initially seem to be- which…to be fair is pretty bad if it’s what he thinks it is.
“Varos!” This isn’t an expression of joy. This is one of exasperation. One that wants to follow up with ‘WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN’ but there’s a disconnect as his words jumble together on the inside of his mouth.
Yes, Sens is still preoccupied with the fact that the other D-Bee has been grinning once they catch each other’s attention, but he doesn’t realize that there’s something mossy growing on him. The stammer in his own steps occur the moment Varos rips his designer coat off and away from where he stands, surprised and confused as to why the man is acting up.
…Perhaps things aren’t as fine as they seem. Not when he’s being shouted at with an urgency that comes with trouble. Sens’ brow knits, but he’s getting worried. “What– ?”
“No idea…” Hunter shoots one through the head. When it doesn’t stop moving he tosses his gun to the other hand and punches down hard with his cybernetic arm. Bone shatters. The moss animated body drops back into the water.
“But doesn’t all that moss look familiar…”
“Glad you recognize me, Wolfen…” Damien says in a voice not his own. He’s covered in moss now. His skin is starting to crack and the moss is growing out of the cracks which leak a blackish liquid.
“Hello Varos. Are you sure you won’t join me? It’ll make it all the easer to satisfy the Baron… Perhaps I’ll just take the Shifter and the tailed one, though? Or your two lovely assistants. In fact… I’ll go visit them now…”
Meg’s clothing is rapidly becoming more moss than anything else. It’s still only in the upper layers but if she doesn’t shed a couple of layers soon she’s gonna have a big problem. She probably doesn’t want to end up like Damien…
Speaking of that. Sens is still being told everything is fine, but his natural panic is starting to bring him back to reality. When Hunter’s weapon cracks that may be it. Nothing normal or good comes of that wolfen lighting off his signature revolver…
“Varos! Don’t stand near any crates!” That sounds like a joke. It’s not. Hunter knows what showed up the last time the Host made an appearance.
When Meg tries to find a mind to take control of she encounters one. One very powerful mind. This is a demon, yes. An Archdemon. A Lord of its kind…
Meg has begun to consider lately that maybe she should find a fire minion but she’s still rather loathe to have that particular power back in her presence in any form but if this kind of thing just keeps happening.. she sighs. Maybe.. maybe she can save him sort of if.. Crap.. she tears the rest of her top layers off, clearly not caring about her exposed state at the moment as she continues searching.
There, that canister. Still trying to rest some control over the thingies or whoever spoke Meg keeps low and runs, huffing and puffing towards the small barrel of pitch she’s spotted. It’s then that the Shifter realizes what kind of mind she’s facing. If she were on her own she’d love the chance to pit her power against an arch demon. Make the bastard her bitch if she could. However… Varos is not someone she’s willing to risk to satisfy her own curiosity and delusions of grandeur. Also she kinda likes some of these other people. Unfortunately she suspects Damien is a gonner. Megana cries softly as she pries the lid off, clutches the little jug to her bare chest and runs to the Ogre, flinging it at his back and then grabbing the lighter in her pants pocket. “I’m sorry!” Megana screams. She lights it, throws it at her minion, and then without any hesitation, turns and starts running. After a few feet she trips and falls.
Then she rolls and crawl-scrambles in Hunter’s direction, seeking the Wolfen and his Partners help. Cause she knows very little about ocean monstrosities aside from the Kraken, and a few other things that she is pretty sure are zero help right now. “If he dies I swear I’m gonna…oh lady, Sens! Take of your coat! VAros! Get it off!!!!!!” Her minion is forgotten now that she’s spotted Varos. Meg changes direction, spurring her usually beloved but occasionally just not cutting it for this kinda crap! figure towards them instead of Ardul and Hunter. “Huuuufffffffffaawheeeeeeeeeeeeeze.” Crates? ARchdemons? Devilmoss?? What the actual !@#$ is going on??? “I did not drink enough for this.” Is all Meg can really come up with.
“Well let’s find out…” Ardul spins, and in her hand is silver cylinder that sparks into a glowing sword. A sweeping arc, slices one of the moss people in half and the follow through takes the limb of another. “I don’t think they look all the same, this one has sort of flowers growing from it.”
Damien’s addressing her Companion has the winged woman turning towards it “Who are you?” she asks just as Megs lighter hits his back. “and what do you want…” Then the next words come and she sighs. “Oh. That still, huh? You’ll have to come through to get him…”
Brave words but the Valkyr is short of options.
Varos practically charges his hired help, grabbing at Sens’ outer coat. “Are you blind??” he shouts, and almost laughs at how ludicrous it sounds coming from him of all people. Whether Sens helps him or not, he means to tug the thing off, although if Sens gets the idea then he’ll resort to trying to comb out the moss bits in his fur.
The low leylight catches his slit-eyed mask to give him a dangerous sort of look as he glares in the direction of the assimilated ogre. “Don’t you touch any of them,” he growls. A red glow wraps about his forearm, curving outwards and up at his elbow in his favored scythe blade. True he’s usually more discreet about this, but Moss Man is hitting all the right buttons and his anger gives way to recklessness. Crates be damned, if that thing makes for any of his friends he will burn this whole city quarter. …that’s probably going overboard but one might be surprised how serious he might be.
Before the D-Bee can get out another word, Varos is already pulling his coat off, making him drop the things he’s been carrying to automatically continue without hesitation. The slight itch that crawls across his fur is furiously scrubbed, causing Sens to yank off another layer in his rising panic.
But there are other things that add to it. A revolver? A live revolver. A bunch of moss that’s trying to grow on his body? And a creepy voice coming from somewhere off to the side that’s attached to a guy who looks like he really shouldn’t be alive at all? YEP, that’ll do the trick. Oh how swiftly his rosy world crumbles to dust.
He’s halfway out of his tank top when his eyes dart to and fro between everyone who is ready to destroy the moss man, blood running cold not only from the night air but from the circumstances. And with that reaction, his employer doesn’t make it any better. The most he can do is scramble backward.
Sens stumbles back into a crate. The top yawns wide open, revealing the blackness within… and then clatters to the ground. Inert. It’s a crate, after all. Inside, though, are a number of sealed buckets of refined whale oil. Useful, but quite flammable.
Hunter shoots another. Punches another. They’re not endless but they are remarkably hardy. Even dismembering them doesn’t particularly stop the moss from knitting itself back together or just growing new and horrible mossy appendages with which to threaten people. Meg might have to dodge several mossy… pseudopods coming from the back of Damien. Can he be saved? May be not.
“Oh come now Tailor. You know already that I am endless. Kill this body. Kill every body here. I’ll simply regrow myself. And as for your friends at the shop…”
Damien grins a big grin as lunges after Meg – who has already booked it – to try to grab at her. Of course Varos is there too.
“We could really use some fire about now!” Hunter calls out to no one in particular. He’d like to not be doing this all night. He didn’t bring that much ammo.
Meg really didn’t drink enough tonight. In fairly short order, Varos coat, her clothes and Sen’s Coat all fill with Mossy simulacrums of… themselves. Who then immediately to try to tackle their doppelgangers.
Megana freely opens her mind to Varos whenever she is near the man and she’s starting to feel like maybe sometimes she can pick up a bit of his emotions in return or maybe it’s just wishful thinking..right now though she can tell how enraged he is just from his words and body language and the fact he’s brought his weapon awake in such a public setting. A rarely seen expression of surprise crosses the Shifter’s face as she reaches Sen’s and starts helping clear his fur. It quickly morphs into a sexy grin. She likes this side of the Clothier. However it occurs to her that this is so not the time for these particular emotions and Megana brings her face under control and eyes Sen’s critically while trying to murmur encouraging and comforting things. “It’s just some.. uhm. It’s no.. It’s..”
She really can’t think of anything that isn’t a lie. Well, it’s Sens and not Varos so.. “You’re gonna be fine Kid!” Megana grins brightly at Sens. She reallllly hopes its true. One eye turns towards Hunter, Ardul and her .. no longer her minion. An Arch Demon. Here. After Hunter?? But willing to take them all.. she’s used to things wanting a shifter. It no longer really bothers or offends her if it ever did. Comes with being what she is after all. But it wanting Varos, hurting Sens, costing her Damien, her new lovely coat.. Ardul and Hunter aren’t people she knows well but the Winged Lady has helped her adopted Son so much. Meg glares. This Demon needs to die.
Normally she likes to drop the things that annoy her that aren’t killable into hell, or hades. It wouldn’t be much of a punishment or deterrent to this thing Meg suspects. Being a Dark Shifter and a Priestess of a Night goddess, Meg doesn’t really have the low down on any realms of light and heavenly places that might harm this thing.. for she tends to avoid those herself. However.. Brown eyes turn upwards. She dodges a few …things bursting from Damien’s flaming back as he stumbles towards her.
This is becoming problematic. Megana ducks and rolls away dodging again and kneels, making the gestures and murmuring the incantation as she attempts to open a Rift into space beneath where the Voice that claims it can regrow itself endlessly is. If it works he’ll be stuck up there. Without air or water or food or anything to torment.. Then maybe they can burn the rest of these things. At the very least it might focus more on her and give the others time to act..
Oh, he does know. They’d burned the last one with the warehouse. If they wanted to kill this thing, they needed to find its true body or something. Is that how it works? Varos isn’t even quite sure what the thing really is. He lashes out at any of the mossy things that come too near, feeling that desperate need to strike out at something. It’s not good enough, not when this thing can be anywhere, attach itself to anyone.
He turns his head in Megana’s direction as he catches a glimpse of her from Sens, the brush of her mind. “-calls itself the Host. It has a problem with not dying when it’s supposed to,” he says lowly, an edge in his tone. But it’s something that does the job quick, and he can hear Hunter taking care with his shots. He turns towards Sens. “There- toss those, can you light a fire?”
He spins around as things sprout from their discarded clothing and come at them, ducking low to attempt scything through their torsos, and then launches himself straight into a lunge at the lumbering Damien to bring his blade down the thing from top to bottom.
“I’m trying…” Comes Ardul’s reply as the winged warrior looks around. Damian’s back is already on fire, she can use that. Her wings flare and she throws herself into the air, over the mossy demon-minion-things to the barrels of fish oil piled in the corner.
This is going to smell bad.
It would normally take two humans to move one of those barrels, the tall blonde though rips the lid off and tosses it. Splashing the contents over Damian and then liberally dousing the rest with it.
“Now would be good Sens ….” she calls out to the tailed D-Bee. Because otherwise, her efforts are going to go to waste.
The crate scares Sens as it’s sent tumbling, spilling its contents across the ground in short order. Automatically wincing in the panic during all of this is the last thing he needs, breathing a little harder as if he expects to be yelled at for causing more of a mess. What he doesn’t expect is Megana being there with him to make sure there’s nothing else mossy left behind from his shedding, her encouragement sounding both close and so distant amid the sounds of gunshots and the light trails of glowing weapons.
The last reassuring thing he sees is her smile. After that, it’s back to the moss figures stealing their coats and pretending to be them. This is where Hunter’s call for fire, along with Varos’ and Ardul’s seconding of the motion ring in, fully resonating his focus back into the present. He gasps, desperately grasping for one of the buckets of whale oil just as the winged warrior woman flings another at the moss monstrosity. Thin, wiry arms also send the bucket in that direction, bringing his hands back in to pat down his pockets, digging, finding something, anything that can light a fire–
Not his lighter, apparently. It’s Varos’.
A sharp whistling noise escapes the D-Bee’s beak nose as he snaps open the lighter and flick, flick, flicks it to spark a flame, nearly shrieking as he chucks it into the nearest part of the oil slick forming about the street.
Fwoosh. The puddle of flame lights up just as Varos slices Damien in two. Momentum carries him past the tailor turned grim reaper and despite being quite moist the moss half bodies quickly go up in flames. And then another moss-zombie lands on the pile. Then another. Hunter is apparently just pitching them into the fire. There are only, oh, a dozen or so. It shouldn’t take him too long to clean up.
Of course when he’s finished there’s an ever so slightly macabre bonfire. Fortunately the moss burns quickly enough that what’s left doesn’t look like a mass murder scene.
Ardul watches as Sens pitches that lighter and the pile catches fire. Her wings flare wide and by the flickering light of the bonfire, her silhouette looks huge. As Hunter moves, so does she, picking moss monsters and tossing them onto the fire.
“What.the.hell.was.that.” she finally grits out. The smell. Oh the smell. She’s breathing shallowly.
Meg is growling and panting both as she fights to dodge things and help throw bits of flaming debris at the moss creatures and with a great cry of rage, her brand new coat and its disgusting imposter. She loved that thing! It was a treasured, beautiful piece and she’s even been sleeping in it despite Lli Chibt making fun of her.
“All I wanted to do!” Megana growls out. “Is kill some stupid would be slavers! Not Damien! Not my BRAND NEW BEAUTIFUL COAT!” She shakes a fist in rage at the skies, drawing power to herself in a way that usually results in lightning striking only there isn’t anyone here she wants to hit and setting the docks afire anymore than they already have might temporarily sooth her anger but would really be the kinda senseless and petty act that she has outgrown. ..Mostly.
The Shifter sighs and lets the power dissipate without harming anything. The smell doesn’t seem to bother Megana but she spends a lot of time with a lot of things that.. well. It’s entirely possible she doesn’t even notice the smell. What she does notice is her half naked state. Normally she couldn’t care less. But Varos is here! Meg yelps and turns to run around the side of the nearest building. …Her murder spree urge is only getting stronger. “Smooth Shifter, real bleepin smooth..” Megana mutters to herself as she searches for something clothing like she can appropriate. There’s a sound of breaking glass, and a muted thump, some soft muttering and then the clinking of coins. What? She isn’t gonna leave this poor shack’s single window all broken and curtain stolen. She isn’t that kinda evil. Meg drapes the rough brown fabric around herself like a blanket, checks that the appropriate areas are covered and strolls back around the side of the shack. “Okay like what did you do to piss off an arch demon?” She whistles at Hunter in a respectful tone.
Through Sens’ eyes he sees that familiar lighter, but it’s hardly the time to yell at him about it. Especially since it just got chucked into whale fat and burst into flames. Ardul’s strength is ever impressive, as is Hunter’s as the two continue to feed the fire.
Varos spins around and dances back from the cleaved and now burning figure as it stumbles over to join the rest. His blade fades out as he backs against another stack of crates, trying to catch his breath as he winds down from the adrenaline rush.
The flickering firelight mirrors his still seething temper. The thing had followed them here. It could have done so from the very start instead of send people after him. If they went after Anyn and Raksha, he knows the two would give it hell, but he still can’t help but worry. How long might this keep going? If he goes with the things, will it stop?
Breathe. Breathe. Maybe don’t breathe as deeply, the smell of whale isn’t the best thing in the world.
Sens stares blankly at everything that’s burning in the bonfire, feeling the heat and taking a whiff of all of the mixed scents that go along with the burning. Although he feels like throwing up, his heart is at least slowing down from its panicked state. His knees, however, don’t feel like working. Maybe he’ll be able to stand in a bit, but he’s fine with staying where he is for the time being.
He is so going to ask about this later, though.
Hunter shakes his head. “Me? No. Varos… Varos seems to have a boundy on his… eyes.” Yes, Hunter said that Varos had a bounty on his eyes. He shakes his head. “That thing is apparently the middle man for this Baron Von Nasher. You said it’s an Archdemon?”
That’s not good. Hunter stares into the fire as the fuel crackles and snaps and creaks. It’s almost like old wood at this point.
And then he glances off to the left and frowns slightly as he sees flames licking up the wall of the nearby building.
“Uh, Meg. Isn’t that the building you were just in? On fire?”
Oil spills in the middle of the street are not the most… contained of things.
For the second time this night Megana’s face displays surprise. “That guy!? Has an Arch oh Dark Mother what…” The Shifter trails off, a rather apoplectic expression now apparent. At least she knows who to kill…Varos made her promise not to kill Von Nasher. Meg’s eyes go to Varos and she looks.. torn. Between outrage and amusement. “I think we need ta-”
At Hunter’s question Meg turns. “Oh no! Oh. Cmon! This is so not even slightly..” She’s trying so hard to follow Flora’s lessons in being a lady which include infinitely less cursing but sometimes a situation needs it and Meg just opens her mouth and screams in frustration instead. She can summon lightning, and monsters and demons and open a doorway to a thousand different bleeding places but water?!
Even if she opened a Rift to the ocean there over the shack the force of it will just crumble the thing and.. Meg’s shoulders slump. She looks a bit defeated. Another rarity. Tonight seems to be full of them.
Varos groans. Of course it’d be an archdemon. He’s not sure how to kill one of those. Pity.
But his attention is at that moment drawn to what Hunter observes. He goes quiet, ‘staring’ in the direction of the building that starts to catch fire. A laugh slips out of him. Oh irony. Well, they seem to have taken care of the Host for the moment so probably burning down half the city won’t be necessary. He’s no water mage, but he goes quiet again as he concentrates, trying to encapsulate the burning portion of the building with a shield. It’s a bit of an awkward area to deal with, but unless they intend to bucket brigade it, he’s got no other ideas.
From the bonfire, gray eyes follow the fire trail leading across the way to rest on the building Hunter is looking at. Building’s on fire and he can’t even comment on it. Or even say it’s not his fault. The latter is true, but still. This is different.
Another minute or so passes with silence from Sens, barely processing what Varos is doing to keep the whole area from burning to a crisp. He barely even got any of what the others were saying minutes earlier about an Archdemon and an ogre and…
A hand shoots up as the D-Bee works his jaw, finally finding the first thought to ask aloud. “…Did I miss something!?”
The fire, fortunately there isn’t much of it, sputters out. Good thing Varos was here. Hunter looks south, back down toward the downtown area and his jaw works. “Maybe yes. I’m going to… look by your shop Mister Varos. Make sure there isn’t trouble there. Ardul, care to come?” He starts off. Meg and Varos can explain to Sens what he missed. Now that Meg’s club isn’t going to burn down while she watches.
Ardul had been busy cleaning up as Club Pandemonium caught alight. “Of course, Hunter.” she murmurs, glancing at the others. “I’m glad none of you of were hurt. You know where to find me, if you need more assistance.”
Her giant grey/black wings twitch in agitation, Hunter knows that’s a sign of how unsettled she is. With a final look, she hooks her arm through the Wolfen’s again and heads off.
This is very strange.
Megana looks down at Sens and blinks. Um. Hm. Her bag of child goodies was in her coat of course. She gently pats his shoulder. “Nope. Not really. Everything’s fine now.” She smiles. Poor kid. By now Meg has realized what Varos is doing and she nods. “Thank you Varos. I didn’t want them to lose everything all for something that had nothing to do with them. I can get someone by to fix up the fire damage later. And now the city won’t come after us for this hopefully.” Meg scowls slightly. Shouldn’t there be people here watching to safe guard the place from things like demon attacks, arch demon attacks?? Where are they? It does not do anything to change Meg’s low opinion of Vesper’s protective forces. That’s a problem for another time however.
As the last of the fire goes out Meg sighs again but in total relief. It would have spread like a wildfire and burning down the club that the Rakasha is starting would be.. well it’d probably have been a good idea to just throw herself into the flames if that had happened, rather than face him. “I seriously owe you.” Meg admits quietly to Varos as the pair leave. She’s not sure what he wants to tell Sens but guesses not freaking the guy out is probably the best course. Meg walks over and eyes the burned remains of her former minion sadly. “Ahhh. Damien. I know it’s what you would have wanted but I’ll miss you.” She kneels and touches the ash, then rises with a sigh. “Dark Mother watch over them.” Meg murmurs as she watches Ardul and Hunter move off.
Hopefully nothing more spreads from there. Varos sighs, sagging back against the crates so he won’t fall over. He’s pretty sure burning down Glowtown would not be smiled upon by his associates. He’s pretty sure Saphra might have a few choice words if she got wind of tonight, but at the moment he doesn’t care.
Tiredly he waves a hand in Hunter and Ardul’s direction, nodding. “Thanks,” he says. “-tell them ‘Anyn’s the cute one’ if they ask who it is so she won’t shoot your head off,” he adds in warning.
Varos forces a grin in Sens’ direction. “Here I was hoping the less you knew, the better. Just had to drag everyone into things…” It’s a grin that fades with those words, but he frowns as Megana stoops by the smoldering spot. “…I’m sorry about your…thingy. Damien.” He hadn’t even wondered what the thing was, he just wanted it dead. Not…necessarily Damien, but. Well. Yeah.
The shoulder pat from Megana does little to ease his mind about the going-ons he’s been obviously blissfully oblivious to. Had it not been as forced, the grin from Varos would have had the same effect. In fact, that just makes it more concerning.
“…Dragging everyone in is right,” Sens says, but he lacks the bluntness his tone normally carries whenever it comes to throwing words back at people. He steals a glance at Hunter and Ardul as they go, watching them leave while the building smolders. A shared look toward the Damien ash is also given a respectful passage of silence, but it’s quickly cut into with a low whistling note from his beak nose. It then turns into a frustrated grunt as he runs his hand over his hair, ruffling it up more once he tries to pick himself up. “Well,” he huffs, wobbling a bit as he regains his balance. “Lotta good staying here will do us. An’ you’re gonna tell me everything, Varos.” Index finger. Pointedly pointing in the Fashion Designer D-Bee’s direction. Everything.”
“He was half ogre and half man.” And an old friend but.. “It’s okay. He was getting on in years. Woulda happened sooner or later and he’dve rather died than go back to being a slave which is what that demon was doing to him.” Meg shrugs but her expression is a bit closed off. Grief is not an emotion she is comfortable with sharing and besides, she’d been the one to light him up. Varos had only ended the pain. It’s also true that those who walk with or work with her, usually know what they are getting into. Danger and quite often a lot of Death. Sometimes their own.
Megana considers the ocean, and the mess, her brow slowly starting to furrow. What could Varos have ever done to incite someone to try something like this to get him? Is Von Nasher simply insane? Meg shakes her head. She was gonna go find her Gorgon and a bar to drink dry but now.. “Gotta think about some things.. I’mma head home. Unless.. you want an escort back?” The Shifter asks Varos and Sens.
“…aw hell. I’m sorry, Megana.” He really was. It wasn’t fair that Damien had been used. They nearly all were used, just to get at him. The thought’s enough to get his blood simmering again.
Shoving himself to his feet, Varos lowers his head, seeing through their eyes the mess that had been left in the wake of the Host’s attack. His fingers flex at his side. “You want everything, Sens? Fine. I’ll tell you everything. Seems only fair if you might be subject to attack again. -and you owe me a new lighter you little sneakthief.”
He jabs a finger at the D-Bee before turning his head towards Megana. “…I’ve got plenty to think about too. We should be fine, though. You go on. I need to get this layabout back before he catches a cold.”
“Yeah,” Sens nods, chiming in after Varos. “I think we’re okay. You need to…take a break. Rest.” He’s not sure what else to add since resting and thinking about what all happened is all one can do at this point. He also tries to offer a smile, but it comes out funny.
That gets throw off course too easily once Varos accuses him. “I– ” Pointed back at?! How dare he. “–I found it! It was a nice lighter…fine, I’ll get you another one,” he grumbles, stomping off (or trying to) to gather whatever he can of the stuff he’s dropped.
Ignore the sneeze that follows. “I’m fine!”
Megana smiles. “You’re safe for now. That’s what’s important.” To her at least. There isn’t anything for him to be sorry for. “And we saved this part of the city. But I’ll catch you later.” Meg nods and turns. She is a little relieved Varos is explaining to Sens what happened. Despite not usually showing it, Meg is aware her explanations of things are a little too.. well, blunt would be putting it kindly.
And if she hurries she ought to be able to get a prayer in or at least some meditation before the sun comes up. Help settle herself for some planning. Best to be out of here before any kind of guards finally show up too. Meg does pause for a second at the remains of her coat though. “…!@#$ *&^#49#! …” And then she melds with the shadows and heads home.
Safe, huh? He doesn’t say it, but the thought’s there in his mind. Varos nods at Megana before turning and grabbing Sens by the back of his tanktop to haul him along.
“No you’re not. Ugh, what were you doing out this way anyway? It’s probably all ruined.”
“No it’s not!” Sens insists, yelping as he’s half-dragged, half-stumbling after Varos. “Some of it’s still good! Lemme tell ya, it’s been a really busy day all day…!”
And it continues like that, his voice fading the further they get from the area.
Meg smiles a bit as she turns the corner, Varos and Sen’s voices fading. That was pretty cute. Her eyes go to her tower in the distance and she turns back for a second, looking in the direction of Gran’s wistfully. But no, this is home now and she doesn’t regret the decision. She can go visit later and get some food anyway. For now, there’s things to do up there and a limited amount of time before dawn.
A quiet night in Glowtown takes an abrupt 180 due to sudden mossy overgrowths and renewed threats.
December 03, 2410