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Post by valter on Jul 29, 2007 16:41:48 GMT -5
"Dammit!" Valter shouted as the fiercely bright light flew towards him, his eyes had involuntarily sealed shut, and yet the impact from the twin bursts of light was considerably light, and not hot at all. "Maybe the purple flames should've tipped you off, but fire's not that effective on me." Valter snapped, opening his eyes by a fraction. With a fwip, a blade zipped near his assailant's face, and he heard Rabbit's voice behind him. "Thanks." Valter said grudgingly, before glaring back up at the kid.
"Trying to off me cause I'm half-demon, eh?" Valter asked, and the flames on his sword jumped an inch higher. "Didn't pause to think that I'm half-human too? You humans are all the same." Valter muttered scornfully.
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Post by cael on Jul 29, 2007 16:49:08 GMT -5
Cael relaxed slightly, realizing that he possibly made an enourmous mistake. "Being a demon wasn't the reason I attacked you! I thought you were going to kill that kid!" He pointed at Rabbit, then glanced down at the thrown weapon. "But it appears I was wrong about who that person was..." Cael looked back at Valter. "Just answer me this, you are evil, aren't you? And I mean absolute evil, not relatively evil..."
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Post by wilson on Jul 29, 2007 16:52:06 GMT -5
Rabbit rolled his eyes, swinging his legs down to sit on the sill, pushing his sleeves back to replace the knives. With the sleeves now back around his elbows, the empty sheaths and long, slender needles strapped to his forearms were painfully visible against his colorless skin. He kicked his legs a bit as he readjusted his weapons, then pointed to the one he'd thrown.
"Could someone hand me that? And evil is a human invention. In the real world, there is no such thing. Just people who are more willing to do what is necessary and people who are too hung up on...morals." He stretched out the last word with a clear look of distaste.
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Post by cael on Jul 29, 2007 17:02:19 GMT -5
"No such thing as evil? That's a large mistake on your part. Evil exists all around us. Evil, is at the core, conflict. At its most basic form, someone is evil to you when they're against your view. Without evil, there should be no war, no fighting, only peace. Without evil there is no good, no law, no chaos. Everyone would share the view of everyone else. Even magic knows there is evil. There are spells that detect the moral code of another. A paladin falls when he commits an evil or chaotic act. If there is no such thing as evil, how can that occur?" Cael took in a deep breath, finally done talking. "But I digress, good and evil can get along, if there is reason for it. In my defense though, I still say that you looked like a child, and this half-demon over here looked like he was going to murder you."
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Post by valter on Jul 29, 2007 17:08:51 GMT -5
Valter took a deep breath, sighed, and then rapidly threw a iron-fisted punch at the boy's stomach. "Evil. Pah. Evil is in the eyes of the beholder." Valter announced, swooping down and picking up the dagger Rabbit had thrown. "Evil, is subjective. Either we've got Rabbit, who doesn't believe in the concept, you, who swallows all sorts of lies about it, or me, who's experienced it first hand."
Valter stomped back towards the sill and tossed Rabbit his dagger back carelessly, walking sideways; he didn't want either of them out of view. "And for your information kid, I didn't even have a weapon on me when I was talking to him! But of course, I'm a symbol of evil, aren't I?"
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Post by wilson on Jul 29, 2007 17:09:38 GMT -5
"Your against my point of view and I don't think you're evil. Just naive." Rabbit poined out logically, snagging the dagger out of the air and sliding it back into the appropriate sheath, letting hissleeves fall back down to cover it. Rabbit was always armed to the teeth- you didn't really have to worry unless he was visibly armed to the teeth. Rabbit caught the look but didn't do anything, busy adjusting the sleeves so they camaflogued the weapons to his satisfaction but didn't interfere with draw.
"Paladins only exist because a majority believes that what they do is 'good'. They only fall because their code is so ingrained that anything they do against it- basically thy're self destructive. Besides, don't most people view killing as innately bad?" He snorted, dropping down from the window sill and taking delicate steps towards Cael, an odd sway in his walk.
"I promise you, little magicker. I am far less of a child then even you." His voice had dropped to a low purr, a tone not meant for public places and should certainly not have been coming from someone who appeared so young.
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Post by cael on Jul 29, 2007 17:20:08 GMT -5
Cael collapsed when Valter punched him. He took a few seconds to get his breath back, then got to his knees. "To me, your symbol of evil is the armor you wear. It isn't exactly a warm, inviting sight." He coughed a little then stood up. "But you're right... I can't believe everything I hear about morals... Though you can't blame me when I need funding for my experiments, and all of it comes from the Paladins' Guild..." He brushed himself off and looked at the two. "Apologies from me are definitely in order, though I'm not sure if you'd accept them. At the very least, let me treat you to some drinks."
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Post by valter on Jul 29, 2007 20:39:16 GMT -5
"And why would you be offering us a drink? Trying to get us inebriated and then waiting to stab us in the back?" Valter asked scornfully. He wasn't being exactly paranoid either, he'd seen the stunt done before. "You're either a glutton for punishment, or you're just a fool, treating two people who barely like you to begin with, and who could kill you in a second." Valter said harshly, and then sighed, batting at the obsidian stone again.
After a while, he spoke. "So, you're parroting the beliefs of others for money, hm?" he asked, without looking up. "Nothing less than I'd expect from your kind. Rabbit, it's your choice whether or not you want to join this kid for a drink." Valter said, brushing dust off of one of his pauldrons.
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Post by cael on Jul 29, 2007 20:47:25 GMT -5
"The reason I'm offering a drink is because I want to apologize. No, it doesn't make up for my actions, but I'll do what I can. As for stabbing you in the back, the only spell I have left is Feather Fall. I'm completely helpless. You could kill me now, and I wouldn't be able to stop you, though you'll make an enemy of about three-thousand Paladins, most of which take on true demons, the ones that could make even your heart beat out of pace." He opened up one of the pockets in his pants and dropped his staff into it. It dissapeared, though the pocket remained small as ever. "Or if you need a place to stay, I've got a small three-story tower that has a guest bedroom..." At this point Cael was in a moral dilemma, but he thought that allies were better than enemies.
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Post by wilson on Jul 29, 2007 20:58:07 GMT -5
Rabbit snorted, stepping back from Cael, towards Valter. "I don't drink. But I don't suppose either of you are up for a game of Harts and Hound?" He dropped the air of violence so quickly that it was like closing a door or drawing a curtain over a window. He directed more of his attention t Valter, automatically picking up who was probablly going to be a more interesing opponent. Rabbit wasn't so much worried about being backstapped as he was just completely uninterested. Like he said, he didn't drink.
H didn['t really have anything else to say, simply watched Valter and the magician seating himself lightly on a crate while he waited for them to answer, perfectly comfortable barefoot as he was.
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Post by valter on Jul 29, 2007 21:05:48 GMT -5
"Arrogance..." Valter muttered, although the boy had a point. Paladins were quite a deadly opponent, wielding the same type of magic as his most hated foe, and full demons were nothing to joke at either. Still, there was a hole in the boy's arguement, although Valter decided not to bring it up quite yet.
"Very well, if you insist on heading off to some tavern to get drunk, I suppose we should stay with you." Valter said. His wings rustled restlessly as he spoke, he wasn't used to addressing a human without menacing him. "Who knows? We might be able to educate you further in the ways of 'good and evil'." he said, with a cold laugh, before redirecting his eyes towards Rabbit. "Harts and Hounds... I've never heard of it. I never had much time for games in my life. You could... teach me though." Valter said reluctantly. "And we could discuss our contract as well."
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Post by cael on Jul 29, 2007 21:17:13 GMT -5
So the three of them headed off to the closest tavern: The Decaptitated Gnoll. "Okay, whoever names these places has got to have some issues." He sighed and walked in, immediately setting himself down at a close table. A cliched (I have no idea how to get that little accent thingy...) barmaid wearing a frilly outfit and a not-so-modest top with ridiculously large breasts walked up and asked them what they wanted to drink. "Bring me your finest! Three for each of us." He winked at her. She smiled and walked away.
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Post by wilson on Jul 29, 2007 21:24:35 GMT -5
Rabbit pouted vaguely, then shrugged. "I suppose we could play chaperone. I'd b happy to discuss our business while teaching you the game. The rules are simple, but the strategies are not." He Considered a moment, hen bounced off his crate, tucking his hands into his pockets.
"I told you, good and evil don't really exist. It's all an invention of humans and other sentient creatures." He waved a dismissive hand, following Cael to the tavern, bouncing ahead far enough to snag the seat that had the least people at the back of it and had a decent view of the door.
Rabbit let cael order, though he personally wouldn't be drinking any. From the pockets of his loose trousers, he produced a small rolled mat and a bag. He unrolled the mat and it turned out to be a gameboard, a grid of squares lined in red over painted terrain that symbolized forests and lakes. A thick black line divided the board down the center. From the bag he produced small pieces, dark wood carved into the shapes of hunting hounds and lighter wood pieces carved into stags. The wood of the stags was greyed by the oil of hundred of touches, while the hounds were absolutely pristine.
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Post by valter on Jul 29, 2007 21:33:43 GMT -5
Valter sat in the chair opposite of Rabbit, which was the least optimal spot for one of his kind to sit. He made his feelings known when Cael ordered, although he'd first shut his eyes in disdain at the voluptous barmaid. "Three for each of us? I'm afraid that's six drinks you've wasted. Rabbit's not drinking, like he told you, and I'm not planning on intoxicating myself while around the likes of either of you. No offense." Valter stated, although he was looking at Rabbit while he said this.
Valter watched as Rabbit spread the game board, slightly curious against his will at the design of the board and the intricate pieces. "Hm. It looks interesting enough." he said with a shrug, before bringing up the business at hand. "Now, have any of you heard about the White Priest?" he asked.
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Post by cael on Jul 29, 2007 21:42:07 GMT -5
"Fine. Suit yourself." The barmaid came back and set down nine pints of a yellow, frothy liquid. Each was served in a glass mug that was chipped with age. She left them. Cael picked up one of the mugs, said "Cheers" in one last try to get them to join in, and guzzled down the drink in one go. Two drinks later, he was slouching down in his seat. "I should 'ave mentioned, I'm no good at holding in my drinksh..." He hiccuped twice, then sat up straight. "You know, thosh' Paladins can Kissh my assh! I'm tired of bein' preached to about the Holy Light and all that crap. I just need to do what I want to do!"
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