((OOC: This thread is part of Scarred Chapter 2: Invasion, following the events of Scarred: Siren and Seraph (still under construction, will be caught up to present events within the next day or so) and Scarred: Fairy and Mage.
Huge thanks and props to all the players involved for making this a very fun event to play!))
Heavy boots made a surprisingly soft landing just outside the door of Star's End, but Victor was always careful when he carried Anya in flight. A slight kick helped the jammed door finish opening as he set her to stand before him. "I've taking a bit of a liking to this place as of late." Perhaps it was the presence of technology rarely seen in the city, or some other force he was unaware of, but he truly felt drawn here. As so many times before, his fingers were already trickling through Anya's hair, absently toying with the ribbon that tied it back as well.
"There are certainly less local cretins to wade through....Perhaps that's the charm you see?" Anya's smile seemed ever present as of late; smug, content, aloof, and even a fair degree sensual. Feeling Victor's fingers stroke the bit of her hair she'd wound up in her black ribbon, the siren turned into his touch, her lips parting to drag a playful display of teeth against his knuckles. Despite her slim, fitted attire that clinched about her waist and it's slick, leather nature, Anya made not a sound as she walked.
Smirking as he led them toward the bar, the seraph gave a slight nod. "That I cannot argue. My patience with fools has been tried one too many times as of late." As they crossed the room, he fished a red cigarette from his pocket, although how exactly he lit it was not clearly visible. Smoke trailed from his lips as he added, "Still, after last night there are many less to deal with. I loved the look in your eyes when you pushed that button. I shall treasure it always." With his translators finally restored, he could speak without hesitation, but his words still carried the thick accent of his homeland. Ever since his Nischa had expressed such a preference for it, Victor had disabled the voice modulation suite completely.
"I would push it again in a heartbeat....Those men were fools, just as you said. Their blood will not be missed....nor their bones." There was laughter hiding there in her words as she stroked along the fitted corset that gripped her svelte form. It was truly a masterpiece of leather and stitchery, gleaming and new as new could be. Turning her attention elsewhere, the siren found her eyes trickling across the bodies that'd found their way to the bar that night. Her lips tightened, clearly unimpressed.
"Indeed. And they look quite lovely on you." His hands followed her own, along the lines of the corset, paying special attention to the supports, which he'd helped carve with the work of a few precision lasers. Pulling up a barstool, he placed it right up against a second empty one before taking a seat. The explosions he heard brought a quirk to his brow, but were truly of little consequence as a single whispered rune brought a green crystal bottle flying toward his hand. "Hiaz."
Meanwhile, Travanix, a few seats down the bar, closed his eyes and smiled darkly as explosions could be heard in the distance.
Though she very much appreciated her husband's practical use of his abilities as of late, especially when it came to their outings and their evening drink, the explosions caught the siren's attention. Canting her head towards the door just so, she heard them all the clearer. Her gaze drifted across Travanix and his self satisfied smile before it trailed back to Victor and swallowed him up in their blue, blue shine. Her stare was clear, as was the question lingering within it and the slow, sinister display of teeth she graced him with.
In that same distance came screams, cries of others. More explosions, closer - coming from the Marketplace. It had begun. The dark chill surrounding Travanix surged through the air, as if dancing with delights.
Victor simply shrugged, although a glance was spared toward the dark lord, and a slight grin as he heard more and more carnage outside. "I take it your plans have begun, Travanix" Have you put the drones to good use?" He'd not monitored the devices himself since passing over the control key for those he'd mobilized. His focus had been elsewhere with the skurs who had tried to stage a pathetic little coup in Anya's venue.
Eyes were still closed as he listened, as if waiting for something to happen, Travanix turned quickly on the barstool. "Not only have I found them useful but I improved your design!" With a flick of his hand, miniature holo projectors flung from one of his pockets, projecting the invasion from various points - they filled the bar area practically, bathing the room in a light blue aura. "Rhy'din is mine! The displays that hung in the air showed chaos rampaging all over the planet, through out the realms and even orbit.
Laughing softly, Anya found the man's excitement a wonderful contagion that filled her up to the brim. Leaning further into her seraph, the siren stroked along his jaw, nails lingering on the edge of his chin. Her voice lifted to Travanix despite the intimate, familiar posture she'd assumed with her husband. "Congratulations my Lord....And might I thank you for bringing out some of my husbands darker talents." Smiling as she spoke, she turned her lips against Victor's ear, mouthing at the lobe.
Victor's mana eye scanned the projection with speed and precision, and he gave an impressed nod. "Well done....hmm..." A tactical battlefield analysis emerged from his arm panel, and design schematics as well. "I see....and yes, those were not military grade drones. I've not produced any on this world due to the cost - they were, after all, just for surveillance and security in mining sites. I could, of course, mass produce something larger and more heavily armed if needed."
"Hardly, my friend." Travanix patted Eillani on the head gently as he turned to stand up, his arms folding behind him. His eyes scanned each display as he monitored the battlefield. "Blitz attacks everywhere at once...No one saw it coming."
The seraph's attention was diverted quickly by Anya's affections. "This looks like fun, doesn't it..." A turn of his head slipped his ear from her lips, only to replace it with his mouth. A lungful of smoke was slowly let out before it turned to a deep kiss. His fingertips absently popped the cork from the absinthe bottle.
"I expect you two will have your forces on the ground soon?" Travanix arched a brow toward the two.
Welcoming that smoky kiss without the slightest hesitance, Anya hummed quietly once they'd parted, her lips musing together as she looked back towards Travanix with a downright dastardly sort of satisfaction. "If that is what my vischa so desires, I'm sure we will....though we hardly need such forces to lay waste to those that stand in our way." Her fingers moved and began to unwind the dark, black slip of ribbon from around her hair and curl it in her hand. Setting the tail of it against her thumb, she slid it's silky fabric along Victor's collar bone, eyes lidded.
"Of course." Victor smiled, then his gaze returned to Anya again. "I did make you a promise, after all..." Smiling, he sipped directly from the bottle and for a brief moment, closed his eyes at her touch. "I do, of course, intend to keep it." His fingertips crawled slowly, contentedly up her spine.
A blinding flash of blue light exploded into the room, a simple diversionary tactic, but one Celeth had often found effective. The sorcerer appearing in the center of the flash was orbited by seven crystals, all projecting powerful shields around him. A single hand reached past the barrier as he scanned the room, quickly recognizing the target, having seen him in every detail from the eyes of his companion. "Die." At his command, hundreds of razor-sharp icy spears flew from the outstretched hand, directly toward Travanix at the bar, and from the wide array it was obvious he cared little for collateral damage.
The dark lord's hand shot up, his eyes went blood red, glowing fiercely as the area around him came to a sudden stop around him and Eillani.
"убейте ту собаку!"* Anyanka cried angrily, teeth bared as she shielded her eyes from the flash of light and power. Despite her lack of magic, the siren didn't cower, in fact, she half stood in front of Victor, hands curled and contorted into angry little claws.
The seraph's head snapped suddenly toward the center of the flash, and while his flesh eye had momentarily lost sight, the cybernetic one identified the man immediately. "You..." Meanwhile, the icy blades dropped to the ground and Travanix's hand went from open palm to a finger, pointing towards the intruder. "Kill him!"
Eyes narrowed, Celeth watched intently as the blades stopped in midair then fell, but he'd already prepared a chain of spells, the next of which created a vortex void behind the man and the one he protected. His fingers traced the runes in the air with alarming speed.
Eillani rose to her feet with all the swiftness of a cobra's strike, watching the attacker.
Victor was more direct; without hesitation, a blast of energy fired directly at the blue man from his mana eye, then he was airborne, leaping toward him with his crystalline sword drawn.
Eillani's training would keep her out of the way, and Travanix's own allowed him to move quickly, the Dark Side aiding his physical skills to leap away from the vortex. He was not going to go down like that - not tonight. Not now! The micro projectors were collected before they became damaged. Jumping to gather them with the force, he rolled to the side. Metal scratching metal was heard as talons enclosed around his flesh and blood fingers.
Just before the spell was complete, the blast hit his shields and threw Celeth roughly into the wall. Had he not been protected, it would have reduced him to a pile of ash. Shocked eyes turned toward the source. "...Kazon?"
The blade was already descending, aiming for one of the shielding orbs while his eye tracked and fired at another. "Yes, I know who you are....Celeth." Most of the others present were already leaping away or taking cover.
"Stop!" A telekinetic wave of his hand turned the seraph's blade aside. "That man! He is a monster! Settle whatever debt you wish with me later, seraph....but KILL HIM! NOW! He has already started a war!"
Travanix laughed darkly. "Started a war" I am rebuilding a world!"
"I know, Celeth. I helped him." Victor's grin was dark and sadistic, teeth honed to a razor's edge. "Hiaz." The simple rune of 'here' pulled loose one of the orbiting crystals, and he crushed it in his hand while a laser blast shattered another.
"Так красивый моя любовь..."** Anyanka crooned in that queer, animal, underwater tone of hers as she watched Victor begin to move against the blue man. She didn't so much move away from him as move with him, standing to the side; circling, waiting, and above all else, watching. There was nothing but adoration and absolute lust in the siren's eyes as she watched her seraph move.
"If this fool is one of your problems, Victor, remove him! I am far to close to my goal to have wanna-be-heroes get in my way!" Travanix growled, claws readied.
"Consider it done." His wings extended and without another word, Victor rushed forward. A kinetic barrier formed before him, blasting the shocked sorcerer out through the window.
"...what?" Pulling himself up and glaring at them both, Celeth paused, at a complete loss. "How could you....you're a seraph! You're a guardian! What the hell has he done to you?" Taking a defensive stance, he spoke a quiet word in High Runic, causing the five remaining orbs to spin faster around him. "Damn it!" As the glass behind him shattered and he felt himself falling, Celeth grabbed one of the crystals and charged it to critical mass before throwing it back into the bar. The shields formed by the remaining crystals formed a sphere that rolled harmlessly backward, and he began preparing another spell.
"Alright, lani..." Travanix growled as the item was tossed - that was a good indicator of a bomb. He moved quickly towards Eillani, pushing her towards a corner. He pulled several throwing knives from the utility belt pocket and lobbed them towards the attacker. Merely a distraction, but enough that he could maneuver. The blades whizzed by Victor, one clattering from his extended wing, but flew over Celeth as the sorcerer's shielding sphere rolled away into the street.
Eyeing the pair as the battle began to move through the window and out onto the street, Anya hissed angrily as she took a few successive steps back towards Lord Travanix and his company, her hands still contorted and half curled, ready to slash and grab. "Get down!" The siren herself said this as she flipped a nearby table and slid behind it's metal surface. Unfamiliar with technology or no, the siren knew when an enemy threw something, it was generally a good idea to be out of it's way. In her rush, the ribbon fell to the ground beneath the clutter of chairs and debris that littered the floor.
Following the rolling sphere, Victor drew out a crystal of his own, one that seemed to suck in all the light around it. So focused was he on Celeth that he ignored the bomb altogether. "I am a guardian, and you've encroached upon what is mine for the last time!"
Suspended inside the sphere as it rolled away, Celeth let its inertia carry him, but not before whispering the rune that triggered the overloaded crystal, in hopes that it would be enough to destroy the monster inside. "Victor....stop this!" He hissed through gritted teeth as the seraph bore down upon him.
Victor rushed after him, a blade extending from his wrist and a bright light charging in his eye. Behind him, the bomb exploded, the shockwave hitting his kinetic barrier and propelling him that much faster toward the escaping Celeth.
Before the dust even began to settle, Anyanka spied the nearest exit and loped out through it with an inhuman speed and grace.
((*"Kill that dog!" **"So beautiful, my love..."))
Huge thanks and props to all the players involved for making this a very fun event to play!))
Heavy boots made a surprisingly soft landing just outside the door of Star's End, but Victor was always careful when he carried Anya in flight. A slight kick helped the jammed door finish opening as he set her to stand before him. "I've taking a bit of a liking to this place as of late." Perhaps it was the presence of technology rarely seen in the city, or some other force he was unaware of, but he truly felt drawn here. As so many times before, his fingers were already trickling through Anya's hair, absently toying with the ribbon that tied it back as well.
"There are certainly less local cretins to wade through....Perhaps that's the charm you see?" Anya's smile seemed ever present as of late; smug, content, aloof, and even a fair degree sensual. Feeling Victor's fingers stroke the bit of her hair she'd wound up in her black ribbon, the siren turned into his touch, her lips parting to drag a playful display of teeth against his knuckles. Despite her slim, fitted attire that clinched about her waist and it's slick, leather nature, Anya made not a sound as she walked.
Smirking as he led them toward the bar, the seraph gave a slight nod. "That I cannot argue. My patience with fools has been tried one too many times as of late." As they crossed the room, he fished a red cigarette from his pocket, although how exactly he lit it was not clearly visible. Smoke trailed from his lips as he added, "Still, after last night there are many less to deal with. I loved the look in your eyes when you pushed that button. I shall treasure it always." With his translators finally restored, he could speak without hesitation, but his words still carried the thick accent of his homeland. Ever since his Nischa had expressed such a preference for it, Victor had disabled the voice modulation suite completely.
"I would push it again in a heartbeat....Those men were fools, just as you said. Their blood will not be missed....nor their bones." There was laughter hiding there in her words as she stroked along the fitted corset that gripped her svelte form. It was truly a masterpiece of leather and stitchery, gleaming and new as new could be. Turning her attention elsewhere, the siren found her eyes trickling across the bodies that'd found their way to the bar that night. Her lips tightened, clearly unimpressed.
"Indeed. And they look quite lovely on you." His hands followed her own, along the lines of the corset, paying special attention to the supports, which he'd helped carve with the work of a few precision lasers. Pulling up a barstool, he placed it right up against a second empty one before taking a seat. The explosions he heard brought a quirk to his brow, but were truly of little consequence as a single whispered rune brought a green crystal bottle flying toward his hand. "Hiaz."
Meanwhile, Travanix, a few seats down the bar, closed his eyes and smiled darkly as explosions could be heard in the distance.
Though she very much appreciated her husband's practical use of his abilities as of late, especially when it came to their outings and their evening drink, the explosions caught the siren's attention. Canting her head towards the door just so, she heard them all the clearer. Her gaze drifted across Travanix and his self satisfied smile before it trailed back to Victor and swallowed him up in their blue, blue shine. Her stare was clear, as was the question lingering within it and the slow, sinister display of teeth she graced him with.
In that same distance came screams, cries of others. More explosions, closer - coming from the Marketplace. It had begun. The dark chill surrounding Travanix surged through the air, as if dancing with delights.
Victor simply shrugged, although a glance was spared toward the dark lord, and a slight grin as he heard more and more carnage outside. "I take it your plans have begun, Travanix" Have you put the drones to good use?" He'd not monitored the devices himself since passing over the control key for those he'd mobilized. His focus had been elsewhere with the skurs who had tried to stage a pathetic little coup in Anya's venue.
Eyes were still closed as he listened, as if waiting for something to happen, Travanix turned quickly on the barstool. "Not only have I found them useful but I improved your design!" With a flick of his hand, miniature holo projectors flung from one of his pockets, projecting the invasion from various points - they filled the bar area practically, bathing the room in a light blue aura. "Rhy'din is mine! The displays that hung in the air showed chaos rampaging all over the planet, through out the realms and even orbit.
Laughing softly, Anya found the man's excitement a wonderful contagion that filled her up to the brim. Leaning further into her seraph, the siren stroked along his jaw, nails lingering on the edge of his chin. Her voice lifted to Travanix despite the intimate, familiar posture she'd assumed with her husband. "Congratulations my Lord....And might I thank you for bringing out some of my husbands darker talents." Smiling as she spoke, she turned her lips against Victor's ear, mouthing at the lobe.
Victor's mana eye scanned the projection with speed and precision, and he gave an impressed nod. "Well done....hmm..." A tactical battlefield analysis emerged from his arm panel, and design schematics as well. "I see....and yes, those were not military grade drones. I've not produced any on this world due to the cost - they were, after all, just for surveillance and security in mining sites. I could, of course, mass produce something larger and more heavily armed if needed."
"Hardly, my friend." Travanix patted Eillani on the head gently as he turned to stand up, his arms folding behind him. His eyes scanned each display as he monitored the battlefield. "Blitz attacks everywhere at once...No one saw it coming."
The seraph's attention was diverted quickly by Anya's affections. "This looks like fun, doesn't it..." A turn of his head slipped his ear from her lips, only to replace it with his mouth. A lungful of smoke was slowly let out before it turned to a deep kiss. His fingertips absently popped the cork from the absinthe bottle.
"I expect you two will have your forces on the ground soon?" Travanix arched a brow toward the two.
Welcoming that smoky kiss without the slightest hesitance, Anya hummed quietly once they'd parted, her lips musing together as she looked back towards Travanix with a downright dastardly sort of satisfaction. "If that is what my vischa so desires, I'm sure we will....though we hardly need such forces to lay waste to those that stand in our way." Her fingers moved and began to unwind the dark, black slip of ribbon from around her hair and curl it in her hand. Setting the tail of it against her thumb, she slid it's silky fabric along Victor's collar bone, eyes lidded.
"Of course." Victor smiled, then his gaze returned to Anya again. "I did make you a promise, after all..." Smiling, he sipped directly from the bottle and for a brief moment, closed his eyes at her touch. "I do, of course, intend to keep it." His fingertips crawled slowly, contentedly up her spine.
A blinding flash of blue light exploded into the room, a simple diversionary tactic, but one Celeth had often found effective. The sorcerer appearing in the center of the flash was orbited by seven crystals, all projecting powerful shields around him. A single hand reached past the barrier as he scanned the room, quickly recognizing the target, having seen him in every detail from the eyes of his companion. "Die." At his command, hundreds of razor-sharp icy spears flew from the outstretched hand, directly toward Travanix at the bar, and from the wide array it was obvious he cared little for collateral damage.
The dark lord's hand shot up, his eyes went blood red, glowing fiercely as the area around him came to a sudden stop around him and Eillani.
"убейте ту собаку!"* Anyanka cried angrily, teeth bared as she shielded her eyes from the flash of light and power. Despite her lack of magic, the siren didn't cower, in fact, she half stood in front of Victor, hands curled and contorted into angry little claws.
The seraph's head snapped suddenly toward the center of the flash, and while his flesh eye had momentarily lost sight, the cybernetic one identified the man immediately. "You..." Meanwhile, the icy blades dropped to the ground and Travanix's hand went from open palm to a finger, pointing towards the intruder. "Kill him!"
Eyes narrowed, Celeth watched intently as the blades stopped in midair then fell, but he'd already prepared a chain of spells, the next of which created a vortex void behind the man and the one he protected. His fingers traced the runes in the air with alarming speed.
Eillani rose to her feet with all the swiftness of a cobra's strike, watching the attacker.
Victor was more direct; without hesitation, a blast of energy fired directly at the blue man from his mana eye, then he was airborne, leaping toward him with his crystalline sword drawn.
Eillani's training would keep her out of the way, and Travanix's own allowed him to move quickly, the Dark Side aiding his physical skills to leap away from the vortex. He was not going to go down like that - not tonight. Not now! The micro projectors were collected before they became damaged. Jumping to gather them with the force, he rolled to the side. Metal scratching metal was heard as talons enclosed around his flesh and blood fingers.
Just before the spell was complete, the blast hit his shields and threw Celeth roughly into the wall. Had he not been protected, it would have reduced him to a pile of ash. Shocked eyes turned toward the source. "...Kazon?"
The blade was already descending, aiming for one of the shielding orbs while his eye tracked and fired at another. "Yes, I know who you are....Celeth." Most of the others present were already leaping away or taking cover.
"Stop!" A telekinetic wave of his hand turned the seraph's blade aside. "That man! He is a monster! Settle whatever debt you wish with me later, seraph....but KILL HIM! NOW! He has already started a war!"
Travanix laughed darkly. "Started a war" I am rebuilding a world!"
"I know, Celeth. I helped him." Victor's grin was dark and sadistic, teeth honed to a razor's edge. "Hiaz." The simple rune of 'here' pulled loose one of the orbiting crystals, and he crushed it in his hand while a laser blast shattered another.
"Так красивый моя любовь..."** Anyanka crooned in that queer, animal, underwater tone of hers as she watched Victor begin to move against the blue man. She didn't so much move away from him as move with him, standing to the side; circling, waiting, and above all else, watching. There was nothing but adoration and absolute lust in the siren's eyes as she watched her seraph move.
"If this fool is one of your problems, Victor, remove him! I am far to close to my goal to have wanna-be-heroes get in my way!" Travanix growled, claws readied.
"Consider it done." His wings extended and without another word, Victor rushed forward. A kinetic barrier formed before him, blasting the shocked sorcerer out through the window.
"...what?" Pulling himself up and glaring at them both, Celeth paused, at a complete loss. "How could you....you're a seraph! You're a guardian! What the hell has he done to you?" Taking a defensive stance, he spoke a quiet word in High Runic, causing the five remaining orbs to spin faster around him. "Damn it!" As the glass behind him shattered and he felt himself falling, Celeth grabbed one of the crystals and charged it to critical mass before throwing it back into the bar. The shields formed by the remaining crystals formed a sphere that rolled harmlessly backward, and he began preparing another spell.
"Alright, lani..." Travanix growled as the item was tossed - that was a good indicator of a bomb. He moved quickly towards Eillani, pushing her towards a corner. He pulled several throwing knives from the utility belt pocket and lobbed them towards the attacker. Merely a distraction, but enough that he could maneuver. The blades whizzed by Victor, one clattering from his extended wing, but flew over Celeth as the sorcerer's shielding sphere rolled away into the street.
Eyeing the pair as the battle began to move through the window and out onto the street, Anya hissed angrily as she took a few successive steps back towards Lord Travanix and his company, her hands still contorted and half curled, ready to slash and grab. "Get down!" The siren herself said this as she flipped a nearby table and slid behind it's metal surface. Unfamiliar with technology or no, the siren knew when an enemy threw something, it was generally a good idea to be out of it's way. In her rush, the ribbon fell to the ground beneath the clutter of chairs and debris that littered the floor.
Following the rolling sphere, Victor drew out a crystal of his own, one that seemed to suck in all the light around it. So focused was he on Celeth that he ignored the bomb altogether. "I am a guardian, and you've encroached upon what is mine for the last time!"
Suspended inside the sphere as it rolled away, Celeth let its inertia carry him, but not before whispering the rune that triggered the overloaded crystal, in hopes that it would be enough to destroy the monster inside. "Victor....stop this!" He hissed through gritted teeth as the seraph bore down upon him.
Victor rushed after him, a blade extending from his wrist and a bright light charging in his eye. Behind him, the bomb exploded, the shockwave hitting his kinetic barrier and propelling him that much faster toward the escaping Celeth.
Before the dust even began to settle, Anyanka spied the nearest exit and loped out through it with an inhuman speed and grace.
((*"Kill that dog!" **"So beautiful, my love..."))