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Post by Kassil on Jul 31, 2004 15:21:42 GMT -5
"Hah. Neither of ya is even armed. No knife, no sword, no crossbow, and ya ain't got the look t'be wizards." The talkative robber sneers at Celebrian, and turns towards Sionn again. "Well, what's it gonna be? Her life an den yours, or ya gonna give us yer loot?"
Sionn's face remains completely impassive for a moment, before a slight, chillingly cruel smile appears, complete with his eyes narrowing slightly. If he had glasses, he'd adjust them in a menacing fashion. Briefly, he considers wasting a bullet on the leader, before deciding the bullet is worth more.
Instead, he flicks a hand out, with a single word spoken in some strange tongue that seems to shake and resonate in the air.
A ripple of energy flows out from Sionn, bowling all three thieves overbackwards; as it strikes, the knifeblade shatters, crumbling instantly into a fine, powdery rust and allowing Celebrian her freedom. "You have had your warning." Sionn's voice, already abnormally calm and level, is icy now, drained of what little warmth and emotion he had before. "Pray, gentlemen."
And with that, an inverted fireball - shades of green, blue, and violet - erupts around the three, allowing just a single half-second for air to escape from their lungs in the beginnings of a scream before the magic overcomes them; as the not-flames vanish, three statues remain, frozen solid in a single blink of an eye.
Almost lazily, Sionn walks to the statues, and shoves one over; it shatters on the cobblestone street, steaming in the warm air. "Fools."
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Aug 3, 2004 16:56:31 GMT -5
Celebrian was only able to stare in sadness and in silence at the statues turned to nothing. The men were bad, yes... but they had lives as well, no matter how indecent or inhonorable. Emerald pools turned to Sionn, and was only able to say, "...Thank you.."
But what was she thanking him for, really? She had been much much happier before she stumbled upon him.. her eyes had already seen much cruelty and malice, and he simply seemed to offer more. And yet, she was less lonely too, even if he cared less about her prescence.
"Again.. I'm sorry to be such trouble..." she half wanted him to tell her to come along, that her company really was wanted, but she felt those words will somehow never come out of him, even if he tried.
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Post by Kassil on Aug 4, 2004 2:48:54 GMT -5
Sionn stares at Celebrian, and then for once, he does laugh - an alien sound, coming from his throat. While it fulfills all the requirements of laughter, there's something cold about it, something vital lacking from it. It's like listening to a glacier giggling.
"Trouble?" The sapphire eyes glitter strangely, a bleak amusement shining in them. "Hardly. Perhaps if you remain such a magnet for troublemaking fools, it might be worth the inconvenience you'll cause my goals." Where Celebrian plainly feels sorrow and remorse for the destruction of the three thieves, Sionn feels only a kind of sick, twisted glee - the glee of a psychopath beyond psychosis, beyond sociopathic urges, in a realm of the mind where the only purpose for Existence was Destruction. The glee of a mind bent and broken by the power of an Ungod, and further ruined by the weight of immortality pressed upon the brain of what should have been a mortal body, save for poor circumstances...
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Aug 4, 2004 20:37:30 GMT -5
Her emerald lovely eyes widened in wonder as she heard him laugh. She stared at him almost in a gaping manner, hearing his sound emit from his throat and deeper within, but she could see that his laughter was not heart warming. Even so, laughter coming from him was something she was not expecting, but somehow wished she could hear more often.
Her eyes dropped as he made the remark, and for the first time since they met, she blushed in a manner she had not done before. Looking back up, she smiled and nodded, "If you like my attraction to trouble then I'll be more than happy to accompany you!"
True, it was... a bit odd, but that was the closest she would ever hear to him say he was glad of her company. She then walked towards him, and let her fragile, thinned arms embrace his arm in a seeking-warmth manner. Though none was expected to be found, she still wanted to emit some of her own, even if she knew he would not appreciate it.
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Post by Kassil on Aug 6, 2004 4:03:16 GMT -5
Sionn doesn't deign to reply, instead continuing on his way, once again cooly composed, his sapphire eyes glinting with faint amusement. Even without his power being openly exercised, of course, there are side effects to his presence; the violently destructive urges of the city dwellers stir as he passes near, and in his wake crime and violence seem to swell, a ripple of anarchic chaos following behind him almost lazily.
Here and there, people begin to appear, and ahead there looms another wall - the exit from the district, into one of the city's major roadways. Even at this hour, traffic flows smoothly along it, including any number of guards and sorcerors intent on keeping things functioning.
People who most assuredly won't appreciate the presence of the Flame of Oblivion.
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Aug 6, 2004 11:55:58 GMT -5
Celebrian looked at the people silently and turned her gaze back to Sionn. She quietly sighed as she kept a pleasant and seemingly impassive face. His aura was stirring trouble and violence, and it concerned her to a point where she saw how the city reacted to it.
Then again, her own energy emitted a radiation of happiness and hope, of sweetness and desire to do good. Feelings of sympathy and morality spread just as infectiously as his own aura of darkness. As she held onto his arm, the light of her energy clashed silently against the darkness of his... somehow cancelling out the effect of both the good and the bad, and the Chaos that was trailing behind smothered by the Order.
Celebrian tried to make some friendly conversation as she saw the main road occupied by both people and guards, "Such a nice night, isn't it?" Emerald eyes would look at Sionn, as she hugged his arm more closely. Hopefully he wouldn't mind his dark "bubble" being popped.
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Post by Kassil on Aug 7, 2004 6:12:19 GMT -5
Sionn doesn't care about his dark bubble being popped, in truth; it's a side-effect of his nature, rather than a concious force he exerts. He glances at Celebrian hanging onto his arm, and shrugs in response to her comment. "I would presume so, to those who feel interest in such. In truth, the weather only rarely interests me. I am as comfortable in a downpour as I am in a balmy spring night."
Here and there, a few rats squeak, and set upon each other viciously when touched by his aura - only to immeadiately lick one another's wounds apologetically when Celebrian's glow brushes over them.
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Aug 7, 2004 15:06:54 GMT -5
His dark bubble being popped meant Celebrian would try to seep into his seemingly nothingness, and try to restore a little of the humanity that he possessed. He still laughed and smiled, and he was amused by things, even if they weren't conventional.
Having made up her mind she would do everything in her power to become his friend, Celebrian looked at Sionn, and asked quietly, "Do you even miss the emotions of happiness? Appreciating a sunrise... or the refreshing spring rain... or the sense of liberation in a thunderstorm.. anything at all?"
She would look at him, not letting go of his arm as she began to instinctively seek his warmth, and her body shuddered when she found close to none. She hugged his arm closer and continued to walk at his side. Meanwhile, two cats began to yowl and fight over a scrap of garbage, to then lick each other in a friendly manner and share the scrap.
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Post by Kassil on Aug 9, 2004 5:51:54 GMT -5
Here and there, isolated pockets of Sionn's cruel aura and Celebrian's gentle one remain, resisting the influence of the other energy.
Sionn simply continues walking, ignoring the attempts of Celebrian's warmth and life trying to seep into his cold, shadowy core. "Miss them? Hardly." He absently treads directly through the center of a greasy puddle of oily water in the middle of the street; the water splashes up around his boots, dampening the boot leather and the cloth of his pants. "Sentimentality is not a flaw from which I suffer."
Up ahead, a pair of wizards lift their heads, peering down the road towards Celebrian and Sionn, their magical senses whispering of the peculiar rippling fluxes between Destructive Chaos and Calming Order. One grips his staff a bit firmer, sharing a glance with the other. They could feel that this would be trouble.
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Aug 9, 2004 10:36:49 GMT -5
Celebrian's eyebrows rose slightly as she saw him walk carelessly through the oily puddle of water. Her own walking slippers couldn't bear such wet, dirty ground. She let go of his arm to walk around it, but she did so hesitantly.
Her emerald green eyes stared at the ground as she said absent-mindedly, "I'm not so sure about that... and obviously you don't care much about cleanliness either.." It was too late to take back the words, and she didn't try to, because it was true. Since he was so indifferent to human feelings and compassion, she was sure he would be indifferent to sarcasm as well.
Celebrian felt eyes upon them, and though she couldn't pin-point them, she knew the town was aware of their irregular prescence. "I think we should stay at an inn for the night.. I'm tired.. and hungry." It was a lie of course, but it would keep the auras somewhat more smothered if concealed in a room.. hopefully. And it would keep unfriendly eyes from watching further.
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Post by Kassil on Aug 14, 2004 11:30:46 GMT -5
As Celebrian spoke of Sionn's lack of interest in cleanliness, the reason becomes readily aparently: in direct touch with his entropic aura, without a sentient will to help it resist, the water dries away with unnatural speed, and the oils and dirt crumble away to dust the ground behind him, leaving Sionn spotless again.
He glances at Celebrian, one eyebrow quirked ever so slightly. "I suppose so, then. I do not require sleep, however." So many minor details about Sionn are inhuman - no sense of mercy, fair play, or compassion, a quiet loathing of mortality, and his body twisted by his power into some form of near-machine, not needing sleep and hardly needing food or drink...
He turns, shifting his course towards a low building painted a garish shade of red; a sign hanging from a rod by the door proclaims it to be the Fallen Leaf Tavern.
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Aug 14, 2004 13:08:08 GMT -5
Celebrian looked at the water and dirt take leave from his unnatural being and inwardly sighed. "Sionn, have you ever had friends?"
She looked at him as they walked together towards the Inn. Meanwhile, whispers lingered in the shadows, both alarmed and admiring at the same time. The vibe the city was returning to their auras was unstable and prone to change very quickly.
Absently, she again took hold of his arm and hugged it. She questioned that perhaps she shouldn't cling to him so, but he didn't mind on account he couldn't get annoyed if he had no feelings, right? She looked at him after a time, before arriving at the doors of the Inn. She needed to know if he would at least place some trust in her, she couldn't go further or share a room if she didn't trust him, or he was untrusting.
"Have you ever had any friends?" she questioned not long after the previous question.
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Post by Kassil on Aug 18, 2004 23:53:34 GMT -5
"Perhaps. A long time ago, before my journeys to the place beyond All." Sionn shrugs, slightly. "You, I think, are the first to wish to remain around me since that journey." He eyes the door, and reaches out, opening them with an oddly mundane tug on the handle, rather than doing anything spectacularly dramatic with his magic to them. "I rather believe it would be hard to call the walking emodiment of entropy 'friend' and still claim sanity in any measure that mortals use."
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Post by ExquisitusAngelus on Aug 19, 2004 11:53:53 GMT -5
Celebrian's cheeks were suddenly stained with a deep rose color. It was a blush of shame, shame for the fact that he seemed to have no interest in making friends out of mortals, which sort of included herself. She looked at him with a soft, but saddened expression and said,
"I wish to become your friend... would that be alright with you? I'm not as "sane" as the normal humans are... I don't know why people wouldn't want to befriend you." She suddenly smiled and laughed off her inner worries, "See, you may be quiet and a little explosive at times but I think you'd make a good friend.
"So about it?" She suddenly outstretched her soft, pallid hand for him to shake. Her emerald eyes were as always, shining and that fasmiliar smile was on her face. She changed like the clouds, like the seasons: random but always coming back to that happy medium.
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Post by Kassil on Aug 23, 2004 19:03:22 GMT -5
Sionn regarded the hand briefly, silently considering. With someone as helpless-seeming as Celebrian along, he just might have a chance to exercise his power and nature more often than on his usual cold, ruthlessly calculating tasks of entropy.
Finally he accepts the hand, although his expression does not really change. "Perhaps there are... Valid reasons to do so."
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